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[minbari09]

My sister’s date thought he was going to score with both of us and he might have if he hadn’t come off like a total jackass. He’d barged into my room after using the restroom, snagged a smoke from my special pack, lit up and took a deep drag.

“Man your sister is a hot lay, but I need a tighter hole and she won’t let me fuck her in the ass. I’m betting a faggot like you is willing to ride my big cock and take my load raw and deep.”

“Sorry dude, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I only fuck assholes like you, I don’t take it up the ass. I guess my sister didn’t warn you I’m a chemistry major and not to grab random items.”

“She said stay away from the beer on the bottom shelf of the fridge, but what does a bitch know about beer anyways. I’ve had two and I have to say best tasting I’ve ever had.”

“Then you’re even more screwed than I thought. You should have listened to her warning. The beer is an experimental mix of Submission, Desire, and Obedience, with my own home brew. The cigarette was dipped in Lust, Subservience, and Exhibitionism. The last is my own creation and part of my Doctoral thesis project as part of my internship with Minbari Labs. In a few more minutes I’ll be molding you into the perfect fuck toy for my perverted desires. Let’s get started. Here put this chastity cage on, you won’t be needing that cock for a while.”

[tyty9190]

(via minbari09)

[ahhzorro]

Doc, you need to help me! I woke up like this and I don’t know what to do! I’ve been hard and horny all day, but I can’t touch my dick or even bring my dick toward anything to hump! I can’t put on any clothes at all. Hell, I can’t even touch anything! Help me doc!

[joshslater]

So long, schlong

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He was good looking, black hair, hazel eyes, nicely toned body, and he was charming. Sure, he got paid to look pretty and act nice, but if he faked it, he did a damn good job of it. He came off as genuinely attractive and attracted. It confirmed what I had been thinking for several days, that I needed a break from the party-fuck-party loop I was stuck in. To me he was perfect, and yet I felt no desire to go home with him tonight, if that had been an option. My shorts didn’t show any more bulge now than when I entered the club.

The bartender psychiatrist had quickly moved from fast and fake to more frank topics. It was Wednesday, so it wasn’t as packed, and there were two of them, but I was happily surprised with the time he devoted to actually talk to me. I guess he was experienced enough to sense when someone needed a non-alcoholic pick-me-up.

- So, given all that I’m not really looking for anyone tonight. I wasn’t sure, but, you know, I think I am now. - That bad huh? Perhaps if you couldn’t it would be different? - What do you mean? - Everyone is always looking at what they can’t have. I should know. I could go home with almost anyone in this room tonight, if I asked the right way. That came off too much like a brag, but you get what I’m saying. So to me the most irresistible ones are the ones that would say no.

Was he talking about me? That would be flattering, but I suspect he was talking in general terms. He was on the clock, and making the patrons feel good was part of the job description.

- Really? Well, there are one or two here that would say yes to me also. - Don’t sell yourself short. Besides, that’s not the point I’m trying to make. I’m saying that perhaps you are tired of sex just because it is so easy for you to get what you want, and when you want it. - What do you suggest? Break my nose to look uglier.

He grabbed something from below the bar and plonked it down in front of me on the bar desk. A big, shiny chromed chastity device in full view. Not a big reaction from anyone though, if they even looked. This kind of transaction wouldn’t be that big of a deal in a place like this.

- You want to lock me up? - No. I want you to lock yourself up. It’s just what you need. Something to stop yourself from cumming whenever you want. Then perhaps you value it more.

I stared at the metal cage on the table. A well crafted but not overly complicated design with a handcuff like mechanism that locks around the base. Another piece that you put your dick in and that locks with the first piece. Some sort of integrated lock mechanism that looked like a brass button with a keyhole locked everything in place. Clearly the deluxe version, with a small, blunt hook that separates the balls, and a short tube on the inside that goes into the hole of the dick.

- Never used before, and you can keep it until you see me again. Go try it!

I’ve never tried one on. To go straight to such a serious design is really a plunge in the deep end, but why not? I’m not going to do anything else tonight, by my own admission. Worst case scenario, I take a bolt cutter to it tomorrow and pay him the $100 or whatever this monstrosity costs.

- I’ll try it on, and then decide if I want to keep it on. - Sure. All yours.

I took the device and headed towards the men’s room, if such a term held any meaning at a place like this. The restroom was spacious, with several, individual toilet rooms. No cheap stalls here. They knew what their patrons wanted, and that included the thumping of fucking that clearly was going on behind the second door. I opened the first door, entered and locked it.

I stepped out of my shorts, to have better access. No underwear tonight. A habit on party nights. I held all my junk together with one hand, and put the first piece around the base of my cock and sack with the other. I forced it close with the same hand. It made a few clicks as the handcuff mechanism ratchet locked. How snug should it fit? I noticed a small button on the side, pressed it and the device sprung open, and I almost dropped it. Well, I needn’t worry about fitting at least. I closed it again, as tight as I dared. It wasn’t a cock ring, reminded myself, but it should probably be pretty tight still. This was intended for a flaccid penis after all.

I hesitated a bit with the other part. Sticking something into the eye of my dick wasn’t something I ever planned on doing. It was a small, hollow metal ball connected to a thin, transparent rubber tube that was connected to the inside of the front of the second piece. Well, I usually try everything once. I spat on the metal ball and started to attempt to insert it. It was tricky for many reasons. Awkward position of everything made it hard to see, hard to manipulate, and to complicate everything I started to have an erection. That would make it impossible to secure the different parts, and now the first part was becoming a cock ring.

I removed it, put my junk in the sink and washed it with cold water until it was small again, and rinsed the metal parts in cold water. I would have to work faster.

I did everything again, but now got the first part on real quick, then pushed the tube up my dick, ignoring the strange sensation, and put the metal prongs of the second part into the first part with a click.

It felt super weird.

It felt like I was having and not having an erection at the same time. My body found the hole experience really exciting, while the device was doing its best to deny my body to express that feeling. I understood now what my handsome bartender was telling me. There was also something about the extra weight. I took a few steps, feeling how it all bounced in new ways. It could be interesting to try this for a few days. I pressed the brass button with the keyhole on. It made a click.

The change was immediate. With nothing to hold it up, my dick fell and made a tug. I gasped at the sensation. It took me seconds to realize what had happened. The chastity device was no where to be seen. Technically my dick and balls where no where to be seen either. Instead between my legs was a monster of a cock hanging half way down to my knees, with balls to match. It was thick, uncut and free from all hair. It probably weighed as much as the chastity device did. It wouldn’t surprise me if it weighed exactly as much.

It took me a while to even touch it. It sent a shiver through me when I did. It was mine alright, but way more sensitive than what I had before. I still had the same feeling as before locking the device. Horny without being able to physically express it. The dick, although thick, wasn’t erect. A small bead of precum did form at the end. How would I even masturbate such large dick. I grabbed it somewhere near the head with my right hand and started to move it back and forth. It just made the base part of the dick buckle and waved thin tendrils of precum around on the toilet floor.

I grabbed the base of the dick with my left hand and repeated the motion with my right hand. It was incredible. With all my frequent and varied dick play, I’ve never before come close to something feeling as good as this did. I probably spent a good five minutes doing this, but it only left me more horny and still with no erection.

So that was how it worked.

I washed my hands, grabbed my shorts, and paused. I picked these shorts to showcase my goods. My former goods. This dick would be noticed through sweat pants. How the fuck was I going to walk from this without being busted for indecent behavior? I pulled up the shorts, and as expected it showed my golf balls of testicles front and center, and the dick made its way down the shorts leg, and continued down the thigh. I grabbed the dick and pulled it up into the leg, and then arranged it horizontally towards my right. I made a few test steps. If I just readjusted the dick every few steps, this could work.

I stepped out of the restroom and walked towards the bar. I could see several eyes my shorts, and my constant adjusting only accentuated it. The friction and grabbing did nothing to calm my sexual feelings. Perhaps he was right that you fancy what you can’t have, but the opposite can also be true. Now that I was rapidly getting hornier than I have been in months, I was desperate to release it somehow, and none of the usual options were available to me.

I slowly sat down on the bar stool next to my almost empty beer glass, taking care to not spill out my dick. There was a small note under the beer glass.

- Where is the other bartender? - Which one? It’s only me working today. Wednesdays are a bit slow here.

I unfolded the note.

“Go fuck yourself =)”

[realhankmccoy]

Beauty Rammed the Beast

You used to be the beauty, the smooth one, the scrawny one, the smart one.  All the usual cliches applied for a reason, you now understand, however dimly.  You hadn’t been enough for him. In the end, he didn’t even respect your mind.

He had money, and it just took one vial in your coffee.  One very, very expensive vial.  You were furious as it started happening.  This was your life!  And that he’d just relied on his family’s money to buy him that trendy mutating drug, to give it to you like you were just a toy… you had been in love with a villain, a dark prince, this whole time.  He couldn’t… you couldn’t…

You started screaming at him as the muscles in your upper arms twitched violently, as hair started sprouting on your forearms and on the backs of your hands.  You were changing.  But your voice gave out fast, dropping to a lower, rougher register almost immediately, making you sound so much dumber and more manly than you actually were.  You roared at him anyway, begging him to make it stop.

And then your mind stared twitching and blunting, too.  Your swelling, hairy nuts gained more and more prominence in your body’s wiring.  Your neural networks shifted away from that of high anxiety twink to that of an angrier, dumber, more sexually-inclined beast of a man.  You remembered wanting to rip him apart, but your higher sex drive also had you hard, which had you almost helplessly paralysed by his beauty.  All he had to do was look at you and you were smitten by his good looks.

You became his pleasure fuck, his plaything, his beast.  Your pecs, furry boulders, were fondled and ogled by him now, just as if you now merely the male version of a personal fuckbeast.

Every now and then you were able to summon some strength up to try to turn the tables or to reverse what had been done to you.  “I am not your plaything!” you would almost snarl at him, but soon he’d be outsmarting you, petting you, rubbing you, making you feel desired, making you feel hot.  Your cock would harden up and you’d find yourself on all fours on the middle of his bed, and he’d be gripping your hairy ass and stroking, almost teasing the fur there.  He’d be telling you how much your muscle and fur turned him on, and almost against your will you’d start to get so eager to please him.  You might still have some resistance left in you, looking back over your shoulder at him and growling, “you can’t just fuck me like this, as if I am just some animal!”  But soon he’d be rubbing his cock against your furry asscheek or along the small of your back and you’d be moaning for it, your cock arching upwards with pleasure and desire, slapping against your belly and leaking pre against the fur there.  He’d be gripping firmly onto your hairy pecs from behind and talking about what a sexy beast you were.  You’d find yourself uncontrollably gushing pre like never before, trying to hold it back but failing, and cumming as you started blurting out worshipful things, wanting his cock to cum in your ass so bad.

You always surprise yourself with what you say to him and with how submissive you get in the end.  This time you said, “Fuck me, master, for I cannot thank you enough for turning me into this creature.  You know how much I’ve tried to fight it, and how I still do at times, but the truth is can’t help but crave your cum like the drooling sexbeast I’ve become.  I want this forever now.  Ride me hard for as long as you can.  I need to feel your amazing body up against mine immediately.“  That was a big word for you now, ‘immediately’, and you struggled to pronounce it correctly.

IM-MED-YUT-LY.

[programmingprince]

It’s Just Business

Andrew was a businessman through and through. He wore a black suit every day at work, generally put his head down the whole day, did as he was told, and then returned home to relax. He was a thoroughly boring and inoffensive man.

Which was why he had no idea why he was blindfolded, tied up, and thrown into an unfamiliar room.

“P-please let me go! I’ll give you guys whatever I can! I also swear I won’t mention this to a soul!”

The response came in the form of a mysterious voice that came from out of the room. “We will let you go, but only after we finish doing what our client asked us to do. And sorry, but we have been paid a way higher price than you can pay for us to stop.”

“B-but I’m a good person! I haven’t done anyone wrong my entire life!”

“Doesn’t matter. Our client wanted you and wanted this to be done to you. It’s just business. Men, start the procedure.”

After the voice said that, Andrew’s clothes were violently ripped off his body, leaving his skinny fame naked.

“You don’t have to do this! Please! Just let me go!”

“I said it to you before. It’s just business. Men, put him under so he stops resisting.”

A sharp needle pierced Andrew’s neck and he was out like a light. His blindfold was taken off. If he was awake, he would have seen all sorts of fanciful machines going to work poking, prodding, and sculpting Andrew’s body with precision.

His chest was puffed up some. They made his stomach get a six-pack. They inflated his arms and legs with muscles. Needles injected his skin with nutrients to make him appear younger, but also to cover his new muscled body with tattoos. They shaved hair off Andrew’s head as they rubbed his face with a formula to make his face quickly grow some. For the final touches, they outfitted him with a gold chain, white boxer briefs, and blue track pants. As they waited for him to come to, he was blasted with sounds that induced mind control.

“Hey! Yo! It’s fun being tied up like this, but when’s Boss gonna show and come pick me up?” Andrew finally woke up, but as a completely different man. That fact unaware to himself, of course.

The voice perked up. “He’ll be coming by shortly, don’t worry. Just sit there like a good boy until he does.”

The man behind the voice spoke to only himself. “Why the client wanted to turn this white bread office worker into a rough-talking, thug-looking submissive slave, I will never know. But, his money is as good as anyone else’s and doing things like that is my business.”

[doublesidedtf-deactivated202101]

This idea came from @programmingprince so if you haven’t read that story yet you totally should and if you enjoyed that one I hope you enjoy mine!

Kyle stood at his locker with Cameron after school and were cracking wise about junior student Darcy who had recently announced she was pregnant on social media. The two boys made comments back and forth on how much of a slut she was and how they themselves had passed her around more than once so their was no way she’d ever be able to make heads or tails of who the daddy was unless she made the entire school do paternity tests. Little did the two jocks know, Darcys good friend Jessica had overheard the two boys and unlucky for them she had a vast knowledge of the occult and had a spell or two that would make it where the two boys would have no place to gossip about her friend.

Later that Night

Kyle was in his room alone and playing some music as he walked around the room in nothing more than his underwear as he got ready for bed. Tomorrow was the last game of his high school career and as qb he had to be well rested and ready. The only issue is all night he’d had a strange feeling in his crotch that he couldn’t quite seem to get away. In fact it all seemed to start shortly after he’d left school with Cameron.

He groped at his balls through the fabric of his underwear and thought to himself “Maybe if I hit the sack that’ll help, and then I can go to sleep.”

He let out a dumb laugh as he got into bed and began to jack himself off but as he kept going he felt like it was getting harder to grasp his dick. Almost like it’d been getting smaller at the same rate though, their was no way that could possible. Oddly enough though he didnt care because every jerk sent shots of fire up his body and before long their was no denying that his dick was infact shrinking.

Eventually it had gotten so small that it slipped inside of himself and he began fingering himself. He bit his lower lip as he came for the first tme with his new equipment.

He eventually stood to his feet and opened his underwear to look down at where his dick used to of been.

It was true that he deffintely should have been more worried about what happened to his dick but all he could think about was getting his new hole filled by something more than just his fingers and for some reason all he could think about was Cameron and his strong muscles and his thick thighs and perfectly toned legs as they rapped around him and fucked him senselessly.

“What the fuck!” Kyle said allowed. “Does this mean I’m gay now?”

He tried to fight off the thought of calling Cameron over, trying to remind himself that bros fuck hoes and not bros. But as time wore on his cravings grew to be stronger and eventually he called Cameron over to help find a solution to his problem.

A little while later

“You better have a good reason for having me come over this la- woah dude where are your clothes and your dick.” Cameron said in total shock.

“Hey man I know this is weird but I don’t know what happened. I suddenly have a pussy though and I need help filling it. I’m only asking because you are my best friend and I don’t trust anyone else to do this for me…”

“I don’t know man. This is really fucking weird.” He said trying to keep eye contact with Kyle but finding it increasingly hard.

“What if I made it worth your while?” Kyle then swept towards Cameron and started to make out with him and rather than fight it like he wanted to, Cameron played along and made love to his friend. By the time it was all said and done Kyle was laying in bed smoking a cigarette and Cameron was sitting in a chair stretching his arms as he recooperated from the sex.

“That was amazing.” Kyle said as he blew smoke from his mouth. “You really weren’t kidding when you said that you were bigger than me. Fuck man.”

“I get that allot,” Cameron said bashfully, “just never though I’d be hearing it out of my best mates mouth.”

“What can I say? Tonight’s been allot of firsts for the both of us.” He turned over and put the cigarette out in an old pop can before he started to put on some clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Well I’m kinda hungry and it is already like 9 in the morning. Why don’t we go and get something to eat. I’ll pay.”

They found a restaurant and the two boys sat down to eat. All Cameron got was a couple pieces of test and fried eggs because he wasn’t horribly hungry. He was having issues wrapping his mind around everything that had just happened and the strange feelings he had whenever he looked at Kyle now. Yesterday he looked at him as nothing more than his best friend but now their was something more to it. He might even go as far as saying that he loved Kyle now. They were already good friends and knew everything about each other so why wouldn’t it make sense that they’d be together is how he tried justifying the sudden change in feelings he had. Kyle on the other hand was sitting across from his stuffing his face with bacon, pancakes, eggs and hash browns, looking to have nothing but food on his mind.

“ I don’t know what it is but I’m so fucking hungry.” He said between mouthfuls of his pancakes.

“Well here you can have my toast I guess.”

“Everything alright man.”

“I really don’t know but I think… I think I love you.”

Kyle laughed and took a sip from his glass of orange juice. “Don’t be going all gay on me now man. ” he laughed “we just had sex.”

“I know but this was different. Don’t you think?”

“You’re right. This time around I’m the one who had the pussy.”

“Speaking of that, how did that even happen?”

“I have no idea but so far I don’t even care.”

“You mean you don’t even miss your dick.”

“So far not so much. Having sex with this thing was the best sex I’ve ever had and if you can continue to perform that well maybe I’ll have to keep you around.” Kyle said with a wink.

“Is that all you’ll have me here for?”

Kyle let out a long sigh as he munched back a piece of bacon before reaching out and grabbing Cameron’s hand “Look, I don’t know what’s happening. So much has changed since yesterday but even with that being the case you’re still my best bud and last night you were even more than that so that alone is proof enough that I love you. Now do you feel better?”

“Much.”

“Good, now let’s eat.” Just as Kyle said that a loud gurgling emanated from his stomach that made Cameron raise an eyebrow.

“Are you alright dude?”

“Yah, like I said I’m just really hun-”

Suddenly he stopped mid sentence as his gut ballooned out right in front of him into a small little bump. He looked over to Cameron with shock before grabbing his stomach and was met with a small kick. He swallowed hard before saying “Well I can assume that this little guy is yours… Guess I’m eating for two now…”

[the-tfstation]

Costume Shop of Horrors

I run a Halloween costume shop, the type that randomly shops up in a city and is gone by November 1st. I’m never bored; with a motto of “Be something new for Halloween” and a warehouse full of magical costumes. It brings me great pleasure to watch the costume transform the individual, doesn’t matter into what. I’ve watched nerds walk in looking for a body building costume only to watch them put on those fake muscles and become transfixed as their bodies grew, but their brains dulled. It’s fascinating to watch the reverse, the jocks come in looking for a nerd costume only to lose that time in the gym, but walk out knowing how to do calculus.

It’s not just body alterations that the costumes do, depending on what you choose you might end up something else entirely. One guy asked me if I had one of those cock costumes for a party. A little stunned someone would be caught dead in this thing I summoned one from the back and sat watching as he looked in the mirror, none the wiser as he was shrunk down, his body stiffening up until all that was there was a impressive sized dildo begging to be used. I’ve even caught unattended children interested in costumes. I’ve seen a few walk in barely able to spell only to walk out looking for their next adventure as a young Indiana Jones.

This story however is about my worst client, Brad. He walked in the store with an aura of arrogance. I was just finishing up with a client, a teenager who chose a werewolf costume. Boy was he in for a surprise in a few nights. “Hello, how can I help you?” I greeted him. He was on his phone and snapped his fingers at me. “Fine me something good,” was all he said pausing on his phone long enough to order me. Stunned and a little pissed off I slipped into the back to find him something good. Searching through the costumes I picked out three. Another dick costume, a baby costume, and my personal favorite the male slut costume. I walked back with the three options and displayed them on the counter.

“Take a look at the,” he cut me off before I could finish. “First off buddy, I’m Brad. Second, what kind of guy do you think I am?” He motioned to the three options. I knew he wouldn’t take the first two, but the third might still work out. “I understand, but I recommend this one,” I motion to the leather pants. “This is actually just the bottoms to my biker set.” That got him to perk up a little. “Biker would work.”

I motioned for him to go try on the pants while I got together the rest of the outfit. He snatched them up and strutted back there. Oh how I couldn’t wait until he put them on. I fiddled around the shop a little while he was back there. “Hey! Did you find the rest of my costume? These are a little tight got them a little bigger?” I made it sound like I was grabbing more items. “Almost done Brad. Keep trying they’ll fit, eventually.” I muttered the last part to myself. He came out like a Adonis in leather. The pants were still tight, but I could already see them reducing his muscle mass.

“Where’s the rest of it?” I smiled, “there is nothing else.” He seemed a little shocked and then grew angry because he realized I was using this opportunity to look at his physique. “You little bastard!” He growled advancing towards me. “Not how you speak to your master,” I said watching him stop in his tracks. He was startled as his stopped and I advanced towards him turning him around to look in the mirror. “Normally you aren’t supposed to be aware of what’s happening, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He looked at himself in the mirror not noticing the differences at first, his body was still strongly muscled, but slowly those muscles were growing smaller.

I ran my hand over his diminished chest watching him blush from my touch. He gasped as he realized he was starting to like it. “You must’ve been straight,” I whispered in his ear as my hand slowly slid down his abs and underneath the leather waistband. His breathing changes as he started to grow horny. “Please, sir… I’ll do anything.” I smiled knowing his words were two-fold. I turned him around to face me. He knew what was about to happen and he complied as he squatted down to his knees and fished out my member. Together we watched as his body grew leaner. His gruffness softening as he grew younger as well. As he sucked away on my cock; the pants did their job to alter not only his body, but his mind too. His face started to relax as his memories were being dumped. His cock reacted by getting stiff, straining against the leather fabric as his mind accepted what was happening. “How do you feel Brad?” He moaned and I let him have his first taste.

I watched as the transformation completed, the haze that had overtaken him dissipated and a new Brad was left squatting before me. He bit his lip and looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes. I knew the cocky version of him was no more, just a hungry young man begging for more.

 “How about a job offer?” I said giving him an option. He didn’t even hesitate, accepting it on the spot. For the rest of the month we helped deliver on my stores promise of becoming something new for Halloween before packing up and vanishing like I’d done so many times before. Perhaps we will come to your town, maybe you’ll end up joining Brad. I think I like having employees.

[kw-transform]

chastity cage curse.

Roy was a lightly muscled 25-year-old boy with no friends and walked around the shopping street in despair. he looked at the sidewalk in front of him as he walked and did not notice that he almost ran into someone.

suddenly I felt a blow to my head and saw a broad muscular man of about 35 years old lying on the street in front of me. oh sorry sir i called and held out a hand to help him quickly.

the man took my hand and pulled up to get up again. so be he my name is Max and you are? I'm Roy I said to him. Well Roy you owe me something now Max, ohw I said why then? well I'd make that clear to you Roy. you ran into me and I fell and was humiliated by everyone who saw me on the ground. as you may not know I'm a very important and dangerous person to argue with. you ran into me and I fell. so with this you are going to do what i tell you now and if you did then you have paid your debt. Roy understood?

ok Max I understand, and when should I pay my debt to you? right now Max said to me. okay and what should i do then? just walk after me and i will explain what to do.

we walked into a warehouse where all bdsm articles were scattered. and I saw a photographer who smiled at me and shook Max's hand. well Roy I think you now know what to do. you are going to put on an old cursed bdsm product and then take a picture with it. I thought to myself let's do this quickly the sooner this is over. okay am I to Max and the photographer, where's that damn bdsm product to put on? well Max said that light in the dressing room, I went to the dressing room and saw that there was a box with the name chastity belt. I had never seen this before, so I asked if the photographer could help me to do this with me. he came in front of me and she told me to undress completely so I did and then he took the chastity cage and put it on me. so he is fine, I will now leave you alone to admire yourself in the mirror. I did this and was very curious what it looked like now what I had on my dick.

ok it looks good on me as I see myself in the mirror now. okay Max looked at yourself enough. stand there now and we'll take a few pictures of how muscular you are. so tighten your muscles and show us some different things.

after taking some pictures I saw that my body was getting older. and heard data against the photographer (the damn chastity cage works!)

just then I got scared and looked down at the chastity cage and saw to my surprise that it had disappeared and had been replaced by cock of black ink that now covered all of my cock and balls.

suddenly I felt a heavy pain and everything went black before my eyes.

slowly I woke up and saw more and more things around me. I was sitting on a chair now. so be Max you are back. and smiled at me. I'll tell you Roy what happened. when we were taking pictures of you you fell flat. you put a chastity cage on your dick that has a curse on it. that curse has come true and it has turned you into what you are now. I was shocked when she said that and immediately looked at my dick that was completely black for the time where the chastity cage has been.

I was shocked because I did not see a chastity cage at all and my balls and cock were no longer there. I only saw that I was wearing black leather pants and a leather shirt. Max saw that I was shocked and told me what the curse was exactly. the chastity cage we put on you rests a curse that when you put the cage on your body turns into an obedient 35 year old horny gay slave. your cock and balls are now gone forever and replaced by those tight leather pants. you will never hold and see your own cock again.

oooo and besides in 5 minutes you can no longer talk and think for yourself. all you can do is listen to what is being said and carry it out. I now call you a slave and from now on you call me master Max.

at that moment I wanted to say something back but noticed that those 5 minutes were already over. then I heard my name called slave of my master Max. stay here on the stool until I need you. I obeyed what my master told me to do.

[notquitehimself]

Getting the Job Done Right

A construction company has been going through workers left and right and the boss couldn’t understand as to why. Luckily, they were able to find a new guy quickly who fit the bill. Clean, young and had the strength to get the hard work done which the job demanded. Hopefully, this guy would be the one to stick.

“Go to the back locker and go ahead and get ready for today,” the boss said, patting the new work on the back “, welcome to the job buddy”.

“Thanks” Dave smiled and he went back to the backroom where he found a few lockers for his coworkers. Dave liked how everything at his new job so far. Decent pay and everyone he met was very friendly and seemed to be great people to work with. He also really needed the money, so he planned to stick with this job for quite a while.

Dave walked over to the lockers and found the one for him and he opened it up finding it mostly empty except for one box on the bottom. He opened it up and he was puzzled at what he was looking it. He lifted up the item and he quickly realized what was left behind.

“Which kinky bastard put this here?” Dave said picking up the jockstrap from the bottom of the locker. He lifted it and looked at it from afar. In his hands was a used jockstrap suspender.

“Oh what the fuck…” he muttered, “this is an interesting way to start up a new job”. He noticed some stains on it, and before he could drop on the ground in disgust a musty stench emanated from it, entering his nostrils.

“What the…” Dave managed to mutter as he felt the powerful stench enter his body. He tried to drop the jockstrap instinctively but something was wrong. Instead, he was doing the opposite. His body firmly grasped it and brought it closer to his face.

“What the fucks happening!” Dave exclaimed as he helplessly watched in horror as his body went on pilot mode. He stripped himself down naked, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. He tried to scream for help to one of his other coworkers but his body was silent. Slowly his body slips each leg through the jockstrap readying to hoist it up. He felt the crusty stains rub against his member and he wanted to gag however his body eagerly wanted to finish putting on the strap.

His body placed one arm through the strap of the suspender and then the next, completing the look. Dave’s eyes glazed over for a split second and were then replaced with a new mischievous look.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. Finally, a good one, can’t wait to get this body nice and sweaty” Dave’s body spoke. Unbeknownst to Dave, his body was now occupied by an ex-worker named Chris who was fired a while back. As payback, Chris decided to give his ex-boss a rough time with every new hire he got by becoming them.

Chris reached down to the floor to pick up Dave’s pants and put it on. Chris admired his new chisel chest, feeling quickly aroused in his new body.

“Can’t wait to try you out later when I get out of work”. he said while feeling Dave’s cobbled stoned abs. He gave his hardening nipples a gentle rub and moaned.

Too bad for the boss, “Dave” his new worker was going to be focusing on other kinds of things besides the job.

[joshslater]

Partystick

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“You having fun?”

These kinds of clubs were not really my style. Half naked people with glow sticks, pumped full with beer, vodka, and molly exchanging as much body sweat as possible on the dance floor like it was still 1995, or as if we hadn’t just been through a plague. Loud music making any meaningful conversation impossible, leaving shouts, gestures, and physical contact as the only modes of communication. Even here in the harsh light by the piss trough the muffled euro-techno-shit was shaking the walls. The alcohol was however cheap, and my friends were out there, somewhere, presumably, but the drugs and the dancing and the music wasn’t really for me.

“I love it” I told the dude next to me who for some reason had decided to strike up a conversation with me while we both emptied our bladders. Perhaps he too was starved for conversation. I had a quick look at him. He was way out of my normal social circles. Buzzed hair, but bearded, lots of piercings, and an abundance of tattoos, though curiously mostly in the areas that show when you do wear clothes. He mostly didn’t though. His white T-shirt was hanging at his side, tucked through a loop of his cargo shorts. His exposed torso and arms were surprisingly free of ink. He was also out of my league, tanned, toned, and good looking. I couldn’t help noticing his rather big cock hanging out and emptying into my piss and the trickle of leaky water running towards the drain.

He too did notice though. He hadn’t been shy from the start, the kind of relaxed confidence you get when everyone wants to bed you. He had observed me, my reaction, and my dick without hiding it. He smirked when he saw that I saw that he saw. Carelessly he abruptly put his cock back into whatever underwear he had, if any, I didn’t look, and zipped his shorts. “Glad to hear, dude. Just go out there and bring some big dick energy with you.” he answered, and patted both my shoulders hard as he left.

There was a wet thud from the urinal and the feeling was so weird that I deciphered the visual senses before any other. There, in the urinal trough was a dick just long enough that one end touched the cold, trickle of water, and the other end was attached to me. I kind of hoped someone had slipped drugs into my beer, because otherwise this would soon become a problem.

[malechanges]

Jeff

I couldn’t stop him.  I tried my best after he told me what the thing in the box was.  People had been ordering it like crazy and Amazon was sold out for months.  I don’t know how Mark had gotten a hold of the Chronivak.  

The Chronivak is a crazy device you hook up to a computer and then you can change anything about anyone within about 200 meters.  People had been turning people into animals, part animals, muscle gods, models.  It’s been insane.  There are even some reports on the news of people being turned into toilets and clothes as punishment. 

I’m Jeff, Mark’s roommate.  We didn’t know each other before we moved in together.  I had just graduated from college with a degree in nanobiology and needed a place to live where I got my first job.  I looked on Craigslist and he needed a roommate.  Mark is gay and I’m not but I don’t really mind.  Besides, he said a skinny nerd like me wasn’t his type.

After the box arrived, Mark promised he wouldn’t do anything to me.  But I started to notice some things that felt…off.  One day I woke up and had a small neatly trimmed beard.  It was nice and all filled in.  I could never grow one because it was always patchy.  

The next day I woke up and my clothes were all too short.  I had always been about 5′6″, but I must be like 6′2″ now.  Nothing fit.  Mark smirked every time he saw me.  I knew something was up.  But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about it.  When I saw him, I felt subdued.

The third day my upper body was larger, more muscular and the beard had become long and shaggy.  I could feel it touching my larger chest.  My voice had also gotten deeper.  I had to say something before this got out of hand.  I knocked on Mark’s door and he said I could come in.  

When I walked in I saw it, the Chronivak app on his computer screen.  On it was the current version of me.  He turned around smiling.  

“Please Mark, whatever you’re doing stop sir.”  Why did I call him sir? I couldn’t help myself.  He just continue to smile.

“Well Jeff, I already decided what the last step for you is, and I was going to wait.  But might as well finish you slave.”  He says as he turns.  I try to use my longer legs to stop him but then they cramp up. 

“I had pained turned off Jeff, but I can’t let you get to me.”  He says as I fall to the floor.  My thighs and calves burned as the muscle quadruples in size.  I felt my ass swelling behind me as the shorts and underwear I had on broke apart at the seams.  

I laid on the floor a new man.  Everything changed about me except for my cock size.  Even though I was average, it looks ridiculous wedged between my giant thighs.  I covered it up as I sat up the pain still lingering.  I looked at Jeff and he stood in front of me with his cock out.  I stared at it and felt a need.  A desire…

“Suck it,” he said.  After sucking him off my brain felt fuzzy.  I was only here to service Master Jeff.  Clean, work out, suck and get fucked.

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You know it’s a strange request when someone actually wants the body wrecker to take their body and truly wreck it ! But that’s what our friend @coolcloudbird has requested. The body wrecker finds out fiend snapping g pictures of his skinny frame in the bathroom and posting it online. “Damn I look good!”

The body wrecker watches me cloudy bird for a bit learning about his like and dislikes. And it wasn’t long before he had everything he needed to wreck that body! As he entered his frame good ol cloudy bird went to sleep and the wrecker took over. This wasn’t going to be a short stent. The plans for this Body was simple. Cloudy bird was so proud of being thin so the wrecker was going to fix that. But first it was time to go the tattoo parlor. Draining the savings from the bank acct this body had the wrecker has some thick tribal designs placed on this body. The men at the tattoo shop looked at him funny when he asked for them saying that normally men who are much bigger were the ones getting these tattoos. But they didn’t realize that with the wrecker in control. Being considered big was going to look small. It wasn’t long before this body was thrown into a workout routine. A strict routine that was dealing to stretch the muscles. And expand them as much as possible in a short amount of time. Becoming a regular at the gym was part of this change. Selling all the belongings this body had was another. There needed to be the appearance of gym life. And now that the apartment was bare except for a bed that was on the bed that was complete. Food was another big part of this. And with the wrecker in control just a twist in chemistry and this body was constantly constantly bulking on anything g that was ate. Perms bulking will be the new life for this body. Tanning brought on darker skin but with some supplements and injection that tan made the body look even darker. Like a different race. And with a little twist in magic that color was there to stay. In the mirror the body wrecker stood. Sure he’s been going to gym. Making normal appearances. But now was the time for real change. And slowly with every muscle he inflated them. Huge bouncy pecs. Large quads and biceps. And a huge roid bloated gut. This frame was getting to be something so different than it started. Rubbing your head the hair fell out forming a horseshoe pattern. A long Grover growing on your face. And all this just within a few weeks. But why did this take so long ? The wrecker wanted people to see you naturally. And then see the effects of sudden roid abuse. Everyone would see you as a roid freak now. Leaving your body abs giving you back control he heard the same thing as always. Screams of horror as you see just how wrecked you are now. But what’s even better is there is no going back. As all the changes that come with the wrecker are permanent. And those muscles will never deflate.

[greenspeedos]

don’t know what he is reading but it is obviously stimulating

[joshslater]

Unmuted

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Micah had pinned and focused Hannah’s camera while Ms. Cooper’s slide deck was running in the corner of the screen. The slow decline over the past year of zoom classes meant that clothes had been increasingly loose-fitting and comfortable.  Micah had never been much for dressing up for school in the first place, so his white tank top and gym shorts weren’t that far off from what he would wear a year ago. Hannah on the other hand used to be meticulous with her outfits and makeup. Now she was sitting in front of the camera in just a white tank top of her own, but one of those loose ones. Micah was pretty sure she didn’t even have a bra on today. He would usually be able to make out a black or red sports bra on mornings when she wore the white top, so he was extra focused today. Then it happened, what he had waited for. She reached out for the teacup she had somewhere up and to the right of the computer screen, showing her cleavage for the camera in the process. You could clearly see her smooth, perky breasts, bogged down by gravity as she leaned forward. The light from the screen and presumably Ms. Cooper’s slide deck lit up the cave the webcam was peering into. Micah imagined the warm air in there. She used to smell of lavender. “Yeah, show those tiddies!”

“Who said that?” Ms. Cooper demanded. Micah pressed mute faster than anything he had done in his life. Everyone else was silent too, and all other participants were on mute as well as far as he could see. Hannah was blushing, though there was no way for her to know the comment was about her. Micah felt hot too, and a knot in his stomach, but at least his face looked the same as far as he could tell.

“No one?” she continued. “Well, we are just about at the hour so let’s break here. Whoever that was, I hope you grow a pair and apologize for it when you’ve had some time to think about it. See you all on Wednesday.” People started to drop off well before she finished the sentence. Micah pressed End Call and threw himself back in the chair. That was close!

He still didn’t feel well. Flush and high pulse as if his adrenaline was running. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of, but still he felt like he had just escaped a death trap, or that he was hunted. He didn’t know if he felt shame that Hannah blushed, or a bit of horny pride that he made her do it. He didn’t make her expose herself for the entire class though, so why should he feel bad?

Then came the convulsion. It was like his back contracted, contorting the rest of his body into an arch, and jutting his chest violently forward. His front felt a flash of warmth, like someone threw a water balloon that had rested in the sun straight at him. He could hear the sound of ripped fabric, but all he could see was the ceiling. His head was swimming, like he was about to faint. For a second or two he was fixed like that, afraid that any attempt to move would just make him tumble out of the chair and smash into the floor, until just as abruptly all the tense muscles relaxed and he fell back into the office chair.

He could feel them rubbing against his arms even before he looked down at his new, enormous pecs. They weren’t impossibly large like porn star breast implants, but you would have to really dedicate yourself to work up that size of male pecs, something he had never attempted or even wanted. At the front of the chest both nipples, at least double their previous size, protruded out and slightly down. There was no PG way of wearing a tank top anymore, he realized. Or T-shirt, or polo shirt, or most shirts. Even a sweatshirt wouldn’t really hide that they were there.

Perhaps that was the idea. Was this Ms. Cooper’s doing? Or Hannah’s? Or something else altogether. He brushed against one of the nipples and a shiver shot down his spine to his dick. He realized he had another problem as well to urgently deal with.

[tobebig86]

[rotguttheclown-deactivated20250]

He was horrified, watching his belly fatten, all his discipline and hard work being washed away by copious blubber and flab covering up his abs. He couldn't stop it. Soon, as his rear expanded, foul, eggy farts began to bubble out. He was becoming a disgusting, fatass slob and unable to do anything about it.

He looked up pitifully at his captors who were doing this to him, who showed no mercy in turn. They just chuckled, stroking and jiggling his growing belly, which had ripped his football uniform already. "Sorry bub, but you lost the boss a lot of money not getting that winning goal. He said you'd be better off as more of a fan than a player." They jeered as he whimpered.

[ultram0th2]

One day I was mindlessly scrolling around Instagram, looking at the pictures of hot men, growing rather annoyed with how the studs seemed to adopt the mantra of “Chest Day Every Day”. Don’t get me wrong, big meaty pecs on a man definitely turns me on, but sometimes it’s nice to admire a man’s backside too. However, most of the studs online seem to associate having a fat, meaty bubblebutt with being a gay influencer. I don’t understand it.

Anyways, I was getting ready to give up on my search when I stumbled upon a picture of a hot, sexy hunk of a man with arms built so large that they looked like girders. His impressive pecs strained his gas station uniform shirt to the brink of nearly bursting. Best of all was that he had such a hot, sexy smirk that let me know that he knew that he was incredibly sexy. I clicked on his profile and scrolled through his pics, again disappointed to see a complete lack of ass pics.

Sure enough, there was one picture of the hunk that showed him working out at the gym, seated at the pec fly machine with the caption: Chest Day! 💪

“That’s it,” I huffed, grabbing my car keys and heading out.

Being a trickster, it wasn’t hard to warp reality, bending the fabric of space around me until I found myself driving in an unfamiliar town. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the large, lit-up Chevron sign in the near distance.

I sped up and stopped at one of the gas pumps, snapping my fingers as I headed towards the entrance, the other patrons suddenly deciding to buy gas at another station so as to give me and my guy some privacy.

The gas station doors dinged as I walked inside, and I smiled as I saw that familiar stud working the counter. Due to the lack of customers, he was looking at his phone, but as soon as he saw me, he perked up and greeted me with a customary, “Welcome!” His voice was deep and full of manly bravado.

My heart began to speed up as I finalized my plan. I approached the counter and tried to look as friendly as possible. “Hello,” I said back, “could I please get forty dollars on Pump Five?”

“Sure thing,” the stud said as he began to punch away on his register. His biceps constantly curled out of his tight sleeves and the buttons on his polo threatened to burst off as they struggled to contain his massive pecs. On his right pec was a name tag that let me know that his name is Jett. He definitely was a sight to behold.

I snapped my fingers again. “Is is really full service here?” I asked, trying to sound pleasantly surprised as I pointed at the new sign below the logo that had in bright lit-up letters: FULL SERVICE!

Jett looked out at the new sign, my magic starting to have an effect on him. Since I’m not fully trained, it sometimes takes a while for it take complete control. Hence, the stud furrowed his brow for a moment before slowly nodding.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered in a confused tone. “I guess I forgot about that.”

He walked out from behind the counter and I trailed behind him as we headed to my car. His broad back was thick was muscle and his crazy broad shoulders swayed back and forth with masculine power as he sauntered. However, his butt was lacking the smallest bit, if I’m being honest. Sure his jeans were nice and tight and hugged his perky rear perfectly, but in comparison to the rest of his build, it was obvious that Jett skipped Leg Day every now and then in favor of another upper body workout.

I can help him with that.

Jett filled up my car and checked the fluids before he pulled out a pressure gauge from his pocket that I made appear there. The hunk squatted down and began to check the air pressure from my tires and I snapped my fingers, watching eagerly with anticipation.

Jett checked my air pressure, completely unaware as his decently sized rear appeared to shudder before pushing away from his backside. The back of his pants filled up until his growing ass was pressed tightly against it, but that wasn’t enough. His meaty cheeks kept inflating, rounding out and pushing down the top of his pants. His shirt became untucked and was stuck on top of the shelf created by the new globes that only continued to get bigger and bigger with each passing second. His growing cheeks pushed his pants and shirt further away from each other, looking like a caricature of plumber’s crack.

I snapped my fingers again and the growth stopped, and as a fun touch I made his boxers disappear so that nothing was obscuring my view of his deepened crack.

“You know, I think the tires are okay,” I said, satisfied with my work.

“Oh, if you say so,” Jett said, standing up.

He was perfect now! The hunk still had his beautiful and meaty pecs and biceps, but now those were completely overshadowed by the massive bubblebutt he possessed. The inflated ass stuck out from his back at a near ninety degree angle, and the bottom of his uniform shirt rested on the shelf created by them, showing off his deep ass crack constantly.

“Thank you very much for your help,” I thanked him, even tipping him since it seemed about right.

“Of course, have a great day,” Jett grinned as he took a step back towards the gas station. The bottom-heavy stud froze in confused wonder as he felt the unfamiliar shift from his giant asscheeks shifting wildly behind him. Again, he scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion, and I could see in his worried eyes that he knew something was wrong but my magic wouldn’t let him voice his concerns. He absentmindedly scratched at the back of his head and waddled the rest of the way back inside the gas station. I watched as he left, admiring the way his massive bubblebutt bounced and jiggled with every step he took, and loving how the rotund cheeks threatened to spill out of his incredibly tight pants, exposing more and more of his crack.

I got back in my car and glanced back at the gas station, seeing Jett through the window as he gave his giant ass a tentative poke. My magic finally took over and I could see him visibly relax and go back to manning the store. He waddled around the store, tidying up, all the while his massive ass bounced and swayed behind him.

The next day, I excitedly checked Jett’s profile, eager to see if he posted some delicious booty pics now that he has the goods. Sure enough, he had one incredibly sexy pic of himself doing push ups, his rotund, inflated bubblebutt sticking proudly out into the air. However, with his powerful arms flexed, his booty unfortunately wasn’t the main focus.

Then I read his caption: Chest Day! I have to focus more on upper body since I seemed to overdo glutes! 💪 😅

Damn it!

That was not how this was supposed to pan out! Now instead of getting to see tons of sexy ass pictures from Jett, he’s going to let that massive bubblebutt I gifted him with go to waste. I frowned as I realized that this means that Jett’s just going to post more arms and pecs photos (I’ll definitely admire them, but still).

I was hoping that he’d put two and two together and work with what he now has, but I guess he needs a little nudge in the right direction.

I snapped my fingers and checked Jett’s profile again after about a half hour.

“Nice,” I grinned and as I liked his new post.

The bottom-heavy Jett posted an incredibly sexy booty pic that no doubt made sure that his new bigger ass was the focal point of the photo. He was completely nude and had his broad back turned to the camera, his bare, round cheeks being the first thing my eyes honed in on. Best of all was the caption that he added which read: I so gotta find a man to fukk these massive cheeks of mine!! Any takers? 🍆💦🍑

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(Final Photo Source: https://twitter.com/VMorphs)

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[andrewthetrainer]

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