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So I know this is mainly a blog with reposts, and once in a while, I check the settings to look at the followers, and to my surprise, it had shot up all the way to 2300!!

So I wanted to take the time and ask a few questions and give a snapshot of what I'm doing outside of Tumblr. First off, should I keep just reposting or should I try my hand at writing (see poll below)?

On the other hand, an off-Tumblr topic...back in August I started posting videos to a gaming YouTube channel, and I thought it'd be a good idea to see how many of y'all would be interested in that and support me over there 😜. YouTube requires 1000 followers and 4000 watch hours/year for monetization, so I figured I'd tap into this pool of people and see if there was any crossover of support.

Here's the link to the channel if you think you'd be interested: www.youtube.com/@xxLEGIONxxGaming

Thanks again for 2300! I'm looking forward to hearing from everybody.

Best wishes,

unabashedtf

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agmsye

Roll the Dice - Ethan the Archer

Ethan pointed at Noah next to him.

“Not fair. That doofus managed to roll himself!”, he accused, taking his own dice.

“Maybe you’re just jealous.”, the Barbarian answered, flexing his massive biceps and chuckling.

“I am jealous!”

“You should be.”

The fact that the line somehow sounded smooth instead of unbearably cringe made Ethan groan loudly into his hands. He had always been envious of Noah’s effortless charisma, his own attitude not even managing to be half as likable as Noah’s.

Adrian was still surprised by how well the spell had worked out. Noah had become enormous.

Not just muscular—overwhelmingly masculine. Thick forearms. Huge chest. Powerful thighs spread confidently beneath the table, framing an unbelievably huge cock. Every movement radiated relaxed physical dominance. Even sitting still, Noah seemed to occupy twice as much space as everyone else

And somehow the ginger giant barely seemed aware of it.

“Alright. I’m next.”, Ethan proclaimed, “If Noah is playing the sexiest Barbarian alive, I’m absolutely not staying human.”

“What are you playing?”, the DM asked.

“Elven ranger.”

“Tiny elf twink.”, Noah chuckled loudly.

Everyone laughed at the joke, just Adrian’s eyes flickering faintly. “Roll in order then.”

Strength was first and with a dramatic gesture Ethan rolled the die.

The transformation began immediately. The Asian nerd’s already slender frame started narrowing even further. His shoulders lost breadth, his waist tightening dramatically. Any lingering bulk he might have had simply folding into his frame, leaving him lean and compact instead of weak looking.

His limbs lengthened subtly, elegant and graceful. Even his hair lightened subtly, his features losing some of their Asian heritage as he shifted more towards the aesthetic of a blonde elf.

The contrast between Noah and Ethan was astonishing. While Noah now resembled a Barbarian warlord, the man sitting next to him looked small enough to effortlessly get thrown over one of Noah’s massive shoulders.

Without even needing to be told, Ethan rolled the dice again to determine his Dexterity, his jealousy of Noah’s enormous size fueling his ambition.

The effect hit instantly. Ethan’s body refined itself with almost artistic precision, every moment suddenly becoming fluid, catlike and purposeful. His body became even tighter, filling out again slightly with lean athletic definition forming across his slim frame. It wasn’t bulky muscle, but the perfect, proportioned build of a dancer … or a ranger for that matter.

His lower body didn’t miss out on the change, his hips becoming ever so slightly wider, making way for his ass. Ethan twisted in his seat to see why his chair suddenly felt extra cushioned, finding the answer with one look.

The Dexterity roll had given him an absurdly round and firm bubble butt beneath his jeans, almost mythologically perfect. Noah had predicted it earlier, but the rolls were now making Ethan into the poster boy of the Elven twink community. Without the other players really noticing of course.

Noah stared openly now. “Damn.”, he said in his foghorn like voice, readjusting his enormous horsecock through his grey sweatpants..

“Fuck yeah, great roll on Dex.”, Ethan exclaimed, squirming his big breedable butt cheeks into the seat.

Every one of his movements was smooth. Graceful. And teasing the horsehung Barbarian Bull next to him without fully meaning to, Noah’s beautiful green eyes following his every move.

Adrain noticed thiis immediately, finding it incredibly interesting that apparently the magic had decided to connect the Barbarian and the elf archetypes.

“Constitution next, Captain Bubblebutt.”, Adrian chuckled, Ethan picking up the dice again.

The change was smaller physically this time. Ethan’s lean body lost some resilience. The athletic sharpness remained, but he now looked more delicate overall—less durable, easier to exhaust physically.

And beneath the table the change didn’t stop, Ethan abruptly freezing. Like Noah before, he noticed something settling, despite reality adapting seamlessly. Noah noticed first.

“What?”

“Nothing…”

“Is it your tiny elf dick again?”, Noah teased, grabbing his own swollen tube of manmeat, “Don’t worry, little guy, I got enough cock for both of us.”

“Shut up.”

The words came automatically, but Ethan’s expression betrayed something else entirely. Because despite the embarrassment, his gaze kept drifting back toward the barbarian. Toward Noah’s huge thighs.

Toward the visible outline beneath the sweatpants.

The attraction hadn’t fully manifested yet, but the groundwork was there.

Adrian smiled faintly.

The elf was bonding to his chosen archetype perfectly, despite Ethan trying very hard to act unaffected.

It lasted maybe thirty seconds.

“Okay,” he said, crossing one long leg over the other while very deliberately not looking at Noah, “next stat.”

Noah smirked knowingly from across the table. The barbarian transformation had left him with surprisingly strong instincts despite his diminished intellect, and one thing was becoming increasingly obvious:

The elf liked what he saw.

“Intelligence.”, Adrian said, watching the die bounce as Ethan rolled.

Unlike his physical transformations, this one settled more gently.

He didn’t become mentally simple like Noah, Ethan just finding his mind slightly nudged. He remained clever, quick-witted and sharp-tongued. But his intelligence changed flavour. becoming less academically obsessive and more emotionally and socially intuitive, nicely aligning with his elven twink persona.

He became acutely aware of how his flirtatious and teasing remarks affected people, especially the gigantic simple-minded Barbarian Bull that was Noah. Who had been staring at the newly created twink (who Ethan had always been in this version of reality) as if seeing him for the first time.

Adrian just leaned back in his chair with renewed interest in the pair.

While Ethan understood what he was doing perfectly well, Noah’s simple mind understood it on a far more instinctual level. A very dangerous combination really.

“Wisdom.”, the DM prompted. Ethan didn’t Ethan watch the die settle, winking at Noah.

There was barely any transformation this time. The stat didn’t change Ethan. It stabilised him.

Unlike Noah, Ethan retained his independence and self-awareness. He could still judge situations normally, still make decisions freely, still understand consequences.

Which made what happened next significantly more embarrassing for him.

Because now there was no stat-based excuse. The attraction was simply genuine.

Ethan looked toward Noah again.

Toward the barbarian’s enormous shoulders and relaxed dominance. Toward the heavy musculature stretching his tank top. Toward the rough copper stubble framing an unfairly handsome face.

And then, inevitably—

Toward the visible bulge beneath the sweatpants.

Ethan swallowed.

Marcus immediately noticed.

“Oh my God,” he said.

Ethan snapped toward him.

“Don’t.”

“You’re down catastrophic.”

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

Noah barked out another deep laugh. This had become a regular point of teasing over the last couple campaigns.

The sound alone made Ethan visibly flush.

Adrian watched the magical narrative threads tighten further.

“Last roll.”, he said with amusement, “Charisma.”

“Awesome!”, Ethan said as his already pretty features refined into something ethereal, almost unreal.

The last traces of his Asian heritage were swallowed by the elven side with renewed vigor. His skin cleared, glowing flawlessly. His lips softened. His eyes became brighter, more expressive, turning blue as his hair took on a stylish cut, lightening to honey gold, that perfectly accentuated his sun kissed tan.

Every one of his glances carried intent. Every smile landed perfectly. His voice became smooth and warm like velvet.

And somehow the twinky elven aesthetic crystallized completely around him without becoming cartoonish. He now looked like the physical embodiment of every fantasy archer prince stereotype brought to life: slim waist, elegant limbs, graceful posture, pretty-but-still-masculine beauty.

And a spectacular bubble butt that Noah was now very obviously staring at, his anaconda of a cock stirring under the table.

The changes to reality solidified and an unresolved, unspoken chemistry settled between the towering mountain of a man and the flirtatious twink.

Ethan leaned lazily against the table looking over to Noah. “So, big guy. You gonna keep staring?”

Noah’s ears burned under the football cap. “Maybe…”, he rumbled with his impossibly manly voice.

The table exploded at his awkward reply, even his immense charisma utterly outclassed by one tiny elf with a breedable bubble butt.

Except Adrian.

Adrian merely watched the rewritten world settle around his completed elf and his barbarian.

The party dynamic was already beginning to form itself naturally.

Exactly as intended.

masterlouistf

"Come on Harry, let's play rock paper scissors to see who gets to use the stone first," I said, holding up the mysterious wishing stone we had found on our hike.

"Sure thing, Alex," Harry replied, readying his hand.

I won the first round and wished for us to be rich and smart. Harry followed suit, also wishing for wealth and intelligence. But as we continued to play, the competition between us grew.

"My turn again," I said, grinning at Harry. "I wish for you to be tall and muscular."

As I spoke the words, I watched as Harry's body began to change. His previously slender frame started to bulge and grow, muscles rippling and stretching under his skin. His arms became thick and strong, his chest and abs defined and chiseled. His legs became toned and powerful, his thighs bulging with raw strength.

Harry's transformation was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I watched him grow into a towering hunk before my eyes. His previously narrow shoulders became broad and muscular, his biceps bulging as he flexed them. His previously small pecs swelled and grew, his nipples hardening as he ran his hands over his new body.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Harry said, flexing his muscles and admiring his new physique in the mirror.

"Well, it's my turn now," Harry said, using the stone to make me even more attractive. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the changes that had taken place in my appearance. My formerly average-looking face had become chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. My nose had become straight and sharp, my lips full and sensual. My hair had grown thick and luscious, falling in soft waves around my face.

But things took a turn when we both made jokes while holding the stone. Harry jokingly said were such "dumbasses", We didn't expect the stone to take his words literally, but suddenly we both felt our intelligence slipping away.

As the changes to my memory took place, I suddenly found myself forgetting everything I had ever learned. My thoughts became jumbled and disorganized, and I struggled to form coherent sentences. I couldn't remember anything from my past, including my education and career.

In my new memories, I had dropped out of school and was too stupid to hold down a job. I resorted to being an escort, using my body to make a living. But instead of feeling shame and embarrassment, I was cocky and arrogant about my new career. I remembered feeling confident and sexy as I strutted my stuff, turning heads wherever I went.

It wasn't until I used the stone again that things really got interesting. Being dumb, I jokingly said how gay we look right now. But as we looked at each other, we both suddenly felt a strong attraction to the other. My desire for Harry became overwhelmingly intense, and I couldn't resist using the stone to make him my slut.

"I wish for you to be my dumb, submissive slut," I said, feeling a surge of arousal as I imagined Harry wrapped around my cock, ready to do my bidding.

Harry blushed at the thought, but couldn't deny the thrill of submission. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your horny little slut, ready to please you any way you want."

With all of his newfound muscle, he easily pinned me down and stole the stone from my grasp. "I wish for you to be a dominant alpha, one who only wants to fuck me," Harry said, his voice dripping with desire.

As the words left his mouth, I felt a sudden shift in my body and mind. My muscles grew even bigger and more defined, my chest and abs rippling with raw strength. I felt a surge of confidence and aggression, my desire for Harry becoming all-consuming.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Just before I could take him, he made one final wish. "I wish for you to have a 12-inch beer can thick cock and massive balls," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't believe the changes that took place in my groin. My already impressive member grew even bigger, the thickness and girth almost too much to handle. My balls swelled to enormous size, filled with an endless supply of cum. I could feel the power and intensity in my new member, ready to fuck Harry nonstop and cum every time.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed Harry and aggressively took him, pounding into him with my massive cock. He moaned and begged for more, his submissive desires driving him wild.

Fucking Harry was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tight, muscular body was a perfect fit for my massive cock, and I couldn't get enough of the way he begged for more. As I pounded into him, I could feel every inch of my member sliding into him, the tightness and heat driving me wild.

As I approached my climax, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside Harry, my cum filling him to the brim. As I filled him with my seed, we both made a wish that this moment would never end.

Suddenly, we found ourselves trapped in an endless loop of me fucking Harry and cumming inside him, our aggressive sex never stopping. Harry's ass was constantly filled with my cum, the splashing noises echoing in our ears as we got lost in the pleasure.

We were locked in this blissful state forever, never wanting to break free from the intense pleasure we were experiencing. The wishing stone had granted our desires in ways we never could have imagined, and we were both grateful to be trapped in this endless cycle of hardcore, aggressive sex.

agmsye

Roll the Dice - Noah the Barbarian

The entire table gulped audibly as Adrian handed them the character sheets. Even though they didn’t know about the magic, something about the sheets felt weird to them. However that feeling was quick to pass as the excitement of creating new characters took over.

Noah went first, basically vibrating as he grabbed the dice.

“Okay,” he said, grinning nervously. “I’m doing it. Full commitment. Human barbarian.”

Ethan burst out laughing immediately.

“You? A barbarian?”

“I can play against type!”

“You look like you lose fights against folding chairs.”

Noah flipped him off, but blushed slightly, looking at Adrian for the okay to start the character creation.

“Roll in order.”, Adrian nodded softly, “Strength first.”

The D20 clattered against the old wooden table, everyone’s eyes drawn to the shiny piece of plastic.

For a second nothing happened. And suddenly Noah inhaled sharply as he sat upright in his chair, his posture suddenly remarkably straight.

Underneath his hoodie his shoulders shot out to the sides as meat piled onto his frame, the fabric just barely adjusting in time to not get completely shredded under the pressure of the frail nerd’s inflation. His forearms thickened, his biceps bringing the sleeves devastatingly close to breaking point, veins pushing out against his skin. His hands flexing as they grew to the size of dinner plates, powerful and manly. Then his chest expanded, pulling the fabric already struggling with his cannonball arms tightly against his enormous pecs.

The chair creaked.

“Oh my God,” Oliver whispered.

Noah lurched upward as another inch—then another—was added to his height. His knees pressed awkwardly against the underside of the table before the transformation settled. Not monstrous. Not absurd. Just overwhelmingly athletic. Broad. Powerful.

Like a heavyweight fighter hidden beneath a nerd’s clothing.

And then reality adjusted.

The others blinked.

New memories appeared, the image of tiny Noah disappearing like ice under the midday sun, the awkward ginger runt replaced with the overwhelmingly manly mountain of muscle who acted like a tiny nerd. Only Adrian retained his old memories, smiling faintly at the awkward way the towering Barbarian warrior sat there, squeezing his enormous bulk at the table and still trying and failing to take up less space than his intensely huge frame demanded.

Noah himself looked oddly surprised by his new size, carefully balling and relaxing his fists a couple of times, almost seeming unsettled by the size of his own muscles. Only the sound of Adrian’s smooth voice ripped the Barbarian-sized nerd out of his stupor.

“Dexterity.”

Noah nodded and rolled again.

The change was subtler this time.

His posture and movement looked less precise, less graceful. It really appeared like the low roll on Dexterity had grounded the mountain sized geek somewhat. His posture now seemed more confident and solid, heavier even, his behaviour now showing less nervous and anxious shifting. Like someone who relied on power over grace.

A water bottle slipped from his grasp a second later.

“Jesus, dude.”, Ethan laughed, “I still can’t get over the fact that a guy that’s built like a linebacker has finally dipped his toe into playing a Barbarian after all these years. Speaking of which, are you still hellbent on getting on the football team? Coach must be getting fed up with your clumsy ass constantly trying out.”

Noah just blushed, his ears nearly as ginger as his hair, which he now hid under a cap of the local football team. With his clumsiness he didn’t make for the best player, but he’d tried enough times to like the sport.

Adrian watched from behind his DM screen as reality settled around Noah, curiously observing the mental changes that had begun around the edges. Noah was still Noah … just more.

“Constitution.”, Adrian prompted.

Noah rolled.

The die bounced once. Twice.

The effects hit like a freight train this time.

Noah gasped as his frame became denser. Not bigger per se, but more sharply defined, his chest swelling against the fabric and pulling it tight against his mid section, the outline of 6 brick sized abs clearly visible. Even his neck thickened, a prominent Adam's apple pushing into existence and lowering the Barbarian’s voice from a soft tenor to a booming bass.

Even a beard forced itself into existence against his more masculine lantern jaw. Not the teenage scruff he had been able to grow before, but a thick manly beard that looked utterly right on his rugged face.

Noah looked amazing. Not delicate. Not pretty-boy handsome. Dangerously handsome. Like some mythological northern warrior accidentally dropped into a college apartment.

“Hell yeah,”, the incredibly sexy lumberjack said, once again shocking his friends with the foghorn boom of his voice, “Nineteen Con.”

The other three players just nodded. Even sitting down, Noah dominated the room physically now. His shoulders stretched the seams of his hoodie so badly he eventually peeled it off entirely, revealing a black tank top straining across an absurdly broad chest and thick, powerful arms.

The Barbarian shifted in his seat, immediately drawing attention to another result of his roll.

“Dude, can’t you wear underwear for once to DnD? Your sweatpants look ridiculous!”, Ethan complained, trying very hard not to stare at the obvious outline of what was running down his left leg. Noah just blushed, trying to make his footlong soft cock somehow less noticeable through his grey sweatpants. And failing miserably.

Like the rest of him the thing sat heavy, thick and huge off the edge of the chair, even the outline of his bull balls being faintly visible through the fabric trying to cover his crotch.

“Talk about Barbarian Constitution.”, Marcus chuckled.

“Shut up,” Noah muttered.

But he sounded more embarrassed in theory than in practice. The growing confidence from his partially locked-in stats kept blunting his old insecurity before it could fully form.

Adrian quietly watched the magic settle again.

“Keep rolling.”, he said, “Intelligence is next.”

Noah, still feeling high from the absolutely monstrous roll on Constitution, enthusiastically threw the die.

The change was immediate.

Noah blinked.

Then blinked again.

The sharpness behind his eyes dulled and he relaxed in his seat. The constant anxious overprocessing vanished instantly as his racing thoughts slowed to a crawl. Adrian just grinned. A Barbarian wasn’t meant to be smart after all. He already had the overwhelming physicality, he didn’t need to think too much.

His posture spread wider in the chair.

Heavy.

Certain.

He looked at his friends with a relaxed and easy smile, confident despite his reduced intelligence.

“Dude, you’re literally playing yourself. Huge in body, but not the brightest bulb.”, Ethan chuckled at his simple friend. Noah just grinned in return and threw up his enormous cannonball biceps in a flex. Reality had settled seamlessly around the giant himbo.

Adrian cleared his throat and nodded towards the dice. “Let’s roll Wisdom next.”

Noah rolled.

The effect was subtler but somehow more unsettling.

Noah’s eyes softened immediately.

Not weaker physically—far from it—but more suggestible. More trusting. More willing to follow stronger personalities without questioning them deeply. Especially Adrian. Adrian noticed it at once. So did Ethan.

“Earth to Barbarian,” Ethan muttered. “You’re looking at Adrian weirdly again.”

Noah frowned faintly.

“Huh?”

“You keep waiting for him to talk before doing stuff.”

Noah opened his mouth.

Paused.

Then shrugged.

“Guess he’s the DM.”

Simple.

Logical.

Final.

The room laughed.

Only Adrian understood how profound the shift really was.

Noah’s independent critical resistance had just permanently collapsed. Not mindless obedience. Just reduced willpower. Reduced need to question. The barbarian archetype was crystallizing perfectly. While always physically in charge, he liked for others to take the lead, make suggestions and tell him what to do.

And there was still one stat left.

Charisma.

Adrian folded his hands together behind the DM screen and smiled faintly.

“Last roll.”

Noah rolled the die.

It spun across the wood.

Stopped.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Noah smiled and the entire atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. Not magically glowing. Not supernatural mind control. Just… overwhelming presence.

His posture straightened subtly, massive shoulders rolling back with effortless confidence while his expression relaxed into an easy, rugged charm that looked absurdly natural on him. The lazy grin beneath his copper stubble suddenly carried weight behind it. Warmth. Magnetism.

His face redefined itself, becoming even more devastatingly handsome, manly, rugged. Like his entire look had been designed by someone who wanted to show what copious amounts of testosterone would do to a handsome man’s face.

And reality adapted around him. To the rest of the table Noah had always been overwhelmingly charismatic. He could say the most stupid shit and people would still laugh with him, his entire personality just becoming comfort food, easygoing and welcoming, while never losing the raw sex appeal that made people want to suck his cock or get impaled on his meat hammer within 5 minutes of meeting him.

“Guess I’m just charismatic.”, the massive ginger chuckled dumbly.

The line should have sounded ridiculous.

Instead, all three of them laughed immediately.

Even Adrian almost smiled for real.

The magic settled completely.

The transformation finalized.

Noah Tanner—the nervous valedictorian, comic-shop employee, chronic overthinker—was gone.

Or rather…

Reality now insisted he had never existed in that form at all.

Instead, Noah had always been this. A towering, massively muscular ginger barbarian of a man with movie-star ruggedness, absurd stamina, effortless charm, and the simple confidence of someone who had never spent much time doubting himself. A beautiful brute with long wavy copper hair, heavy stubble, broad hands, thick muscle-packed limbs, and a mind optimized less for critical analysis and more for instinct, confidence, and immediate physical certainty.

And according to everyone’s rewritten memories? He had always been the heart of the group. The guy strangers flirted with constantly. The one who won arguments through sheer presence instead of logic. The one who solved problems by kicking doors open.

Noah himself looked down at the completed character sheet and grinned proudly.

“Damn,” he rumbled. “This dude rules.”

“Our resident himbo literally plays himself.”, Ethan rolled his eyes. “Massive super stud football player, massive super stud barbarian. Tomato, tomato.”

“Still taller than you.”, Noah countered and the room burst out laughing.

And Adrian quietly watched the rewritten world stabilize around the completed barbarian.

One player down.

Three to go.

The grimoire beneath the table pulsed warmly against his knee.

Hungry for the next story.

agmsye

Roll the Dice - Introduction

I've been playing around with AI a bit and it actually gave me good inspiration to write a slightly longer story again. Or rather a multi-parter. A big thank you goes to @hughmichelsen for proof reading and giving great feedback!

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Rain tapped softly against the windows of Adrian’s apartment while his five friends crowded against the battered oak table, that was half buried under dice trays, energy drinks, miniatures and enough takeout containers to qualify as biohazard.

It was Friday night and ever since their first semester there was one adamant rule. Friday night was reserved for Dungeons and Dragons.

Ever since their first session another adamant rule was that their talented Dungeon Master Adrian would host their little group of misfits.

Tall, pale and thin as a scare-crow he may be, Adrian had the unsettlingly intense eye contact of someone who spent too many nights buried in half-forgotten ancient texts and rule books to give his players one hell of an experience with each session.

His black hair was combed back neatly, rectangular glasses sitting low on on his nose, barely concealing the heavy bags under his eyes, as he organised the papers with devoted, almost ritualistic precision and diligence. A running gag among the group was always that he looked less like a graduate student and more like a cult leader pretending to be one.

Unbeknownst to the players that sentiment wasn’t too far off from the truth.

“Okay.”, Adrian clapped his hands and smiled at his friends with that unsettling grin of a maniac with a plan. He handed each of them a blank character sheet. “Since our last campaign finished, I thought some system changes and … adjustments were in order for the new one. And don’t worry I’ve got some big plans for you guys.”

“God, that sentence is terrifying. Why do you gotta make it sound like we’ll be wiped by the end of this session.”, Ethan muttered.

The others just nodded solemnly, naturally agreeing with the loudest member of their group. Even though Ethan was a short, scrawny Asian man who'd spent far too many hours in front of a computer, what lack of physicality he had was compensated by a sharp tongue and biting sarcasm. Usually he stuck to rogues, who flirted with everyone and everything, but the moment someone flirted back he’d fold like wet tissue paper.

Next to him, meekly nodding, sat Marcus. Unlike the small and skinny Ethan, Marcus was a broad shouldered black man. Not in an athletic way, his thicker frame was from that way that formerly chubby guys were since he'd never quite lost that freshman fifteen. He was constantly pushing his glasses up his nose, trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, which wasn’t easy with his respectable 6’ frame. As the self proclaimed lorekeeper of the group he approached the sessions with the same academic seriousness as the introductory programming he'd taught with. Three filled notebooks with NPCs, story interactions and settings sat next to him ready to be referenced.

“Yeah … I feel like he’ll have us facing a beholder right off the bat…”, Oliver said from across the table, laughing nervously. He was pretty in a way that should have warranted confidence, but despite his messy blonde hair and cute face, he just could never muster up any. Oliver was the artist of the group, his fingers stained with ink from drawing character concepts during his classes when he got bored in class. Which happened pretty often to the honours student. Too bad most of his characters usually ended up being either mages with an overly tragic backstory or healers that got too emotional during battles, something that annoyed his fellow players on the regular.

"Please tell me this isn't another hyperlethal realism campaign," Noah looked like he was already shaking from the thought. As the nerdiest member of the group, it looked like puberty had completely passed him by. It was almost concerning with how his short, scrawny frame never put on any weight. Though, unlike Ethan, he didn't have the same level of confidence. The only time he could push past that nervousness was playing DnD or someone talking comic as the shop he worked at.'

Noah took a breath. "I'm still traumatized by the bridge incident..."

“You walked into obvious bait,” Marcus said.

“It was roleplay accurate.”

“You licked the cursed obelisk.”

“It looked important.”

As the rest of the group joined the argument about how their last campaign had ended, Adrian smiled faintly. It was good to see his friends relax into their little squabbles. After all, the DM knew that all of them needed a reprieve after the week they’d had. Little Noah had once again been shoved into a locker by the bullies from the football team and hadn’t been saved until hours later. Adrian, after messing with the wrong jock had found himself beaten to a pulp over one sarcastic comment too many. A group of students in the class Marcus taught had been incredibly obnoxious and started calling him names like “lardass” and “fatso”, bringing his old complexes back to the surface. And apparently some jerk online had gone on a campaign ridiculing the art he posted and was very proud of.

Hidden beneath the table, away from the curious eyes of his friends sat an old, leatherbound grimoire, it’s pages humming softly.

He had used it to spice up the campaign a bit, using one of the oldest spells in existence. The character sheets had been painstakingly prepared and enchanted over the last week to make the spell come to life. A spell about stories, identity and numbers who had been assigned meaning. And Adrian had made sure his friends, like the rest of reality, would adapt seamlessly around it.

With an almost giddy smile he interrupted the argument, Noah and Ethan arguing that it was hardly the rogue’s fault they had gotten roasted by the dragon he had been trying to seduce.

“Now then, let’s get into character creation.”

maningup

Bro’s Room 6: Infectious Attraction

Ravi closed the distance between him and Pierce. Placing a hand on Ravi’s waist, Pierce gently moved him closer. They had come to visit their brothers in the big city and were getting more out of the experience than they ever bargained for.

Their bodies were different. Older. Stronger. Height, muscle, and looks, all enhanced for what was about to happen next.

They could hear the trepidation in the other’s breath as their lips hovered inches from each other. Their movements were instinctual, not practiced, yet they were in sync regardless.

Lips met secretly and their world ignited.

beardedbucktf

I went to a thrift store and tried on some musky clothes because they were on sale. When I tried them on they were way too big and I noticed there were sweat stains too! Yet for some reason I couldnt find the will to take them off...

Musky and stained clothes? In a thrift store? That's odd, I most definitely didn't do that. Someone must have put them there precisely for someone to find them... Quite curious about what hides behind that. A wifebeater and sweatpants, both definitely a few sizes too big for you, what a weird combo.

Oh, putting them on already? I would have done the same, I'm curious as to what will even happen to you.

jerkingnerds2jock

KOKSTRAP HACKED 4/4

I had just wanted to be more dominant, but now I was this air headed himbo who couldn’t go ten seconds without shaking my ass for any guy who called me goodboy. I had read online about KOKSTRAPS, about what they could do, transforming you into whatever brand you bought, I even fully believed it, buying the dom top one. It was literally the most popular.. Fuck I hate saying literally all the time it literally sucked.

I was like (there it is again, another word I hate) a true academic before putting this thing on, I literally worked out, kept in shape, and had a few boyfriends. I was fine, but they all said the same thing, even my bestie christie who was a basic ass white bitch, that i was TOOO VANILLA. So I thought I would show them that I could be adventurous, buying the bright red kokstrap and slipping it on. I didn’t read any warning labels, didn’t notice the strangely (definitely not resealed) packaging, I just strapped up, my fit, tight bubble butt perfectly framed by the straps and my average cock waiting to grow in the pouch.

Except when everything PULSED, my body hair that I had properly manscaped and maintained, LITERALLY VANISHED. I was smooth as the day I was born, that wasn’t supposed to like happen. I tried taking it off but instead my hands grabbed both inflating ass cheeks and pulled them apart, my fingers slipping into a now naturally lubed hole fingeringh myself like stupid. My wist trimmed down till i looked like some tom of finland cartoon that like begged to be used. My work clothes all like vanished leaving me with just cute pastel gym clothes that hugged every muscle. My perky tits… no pectorals looked like massive pillows and lips that were begging to suck cocks. When I finally stopped trying to take the kokstrap off to call for help, one of hands left my hole alone to call my exes. I needed something to fill me up

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hey, do you think you can create a forced transformation story, and include glasses in it?

You sighed softly as your boyfriend poked at your stomach once more, interrupting your ability to focus on the TV show you were trying to watch. You groaned as you glanced over, only sighing as the other man grinned back at you with the devious glint in his eyes. Immediately, you knew that he was up to no good, and he was undoubtedly going to give you some trouble for the rest of the night.

"Hey, babe… so you know how I said I didn't need any gifts for my birthday…?"

Your brows furrowed as you stared back at your boyfriend, your mind flicking back to the pile of gifts you had gotten him to celebrate, even when he asked for "nothing." It was routine for you at this point, although you would have preferred not to go through the extra guesswork. At times, it could feel like your boyfriend was testing you, trying to see if you remembered all the little bits and pieces he brought up in conversation to see if you were listening. But you had gotten better at it over time, and tonight had been a resounding success. He had loved all the gifts you had given, so why was he bringing up the presents now?

"Yes… And I thought you liked all the stuff that I got you," you countered, staring back at the other man with a raised brow.

But your boyfriend only giggled as he reached behind his pillow, pulling out a wrapped box with a bow on top. "I did! I promise, I did. But I was actually thinking about having something else, and I think this could do the trick."

You stared blankly at the box, only taking it when your boyfriend offered it to you. As you unwrapped the slim container, your mind raced through all the different things that your boyfriend could have wanted that you weren't aware of. And if it was a gift for him, why did he want you to unwrap it? Popping open the small box, you saw a pair of glasses sitting neatly in the center. It looked like it came from a reputable brand, originating from a company called "Stud Specs." But there was a flicker of confusion that lingered on your face. Neither of you wore glasses or even needed them. And as far as you knew, your boyfriend didn't have any trouble with his vision. You conveyed as much to him, but the other man only shook his head with a light laugh.

"They're not for me, silly! They're for you!"

A flicker of annoyance lingered in your eyes as you picked up the glasses, looking them over carefully. There was nothing unusual about them; just a standard pair of prescription glasses. They weren't cool shades or stylish rims to appear fashionable. They were just… glasses. Your face clearly showed your displeasure, and you countered that you didn't need them, since you could see just fine.

But your boyfriend was bouncing on the edge of his seat, gesturing at them wildly as it sat in your lap. "Please, can you just try them on? I had them specially made for you! They're custom!"

"Why would I need custom glasses? I can see just fine!"

"But it's a gift for me! I just want to see what you look like with them on. Here, I'll help."

"No, don't put them on me! I don't need glasses. Stop! I don't need prescription stuff. Get it off of—"

You grunted as your boyfriend forced the glasses onto your face. You blink out of confusion, your vision blurry and obscured for a moment. It was pretty apparent that you couldn't see clearly with them on, so you didn't understand why he was so desperate to put them on you. "I don't need these! I told you, my eyesight is fine! Why are you—?"

But your words cut off in surprise as your head began to spin. It felt like you were suddenly thrust underwater, with everything sounding more muffled and gurgling than you were used to. You could make out the inquisitive questions from your boyfriend, with him asking about how you were feeling or if "it" was already happening. But you couldn't bring yourself to reply; he sounded like he was miles away from you. Instead, there was this thumping pulse in the back of your head, a driving drum beat that pounded on your skull. And the beat was growing louder and louder.

With your vision blurry, you slumped back onto the couch with slurred words spilling from your lips. In your mind, it was like you were struggling to swim your way up from an ocean, the outpour of water keeping you from the surface. You could feel the deep pulling at you, but you didn't want to know what would happen if you sank away fully. In the meantime, like a passenger outside of your body, yet feeling every last bit of the changes, you began to witness something strange happening to your body.

The first thing you noticed was the blurriness starting to fade from your eyes. It was like someone was swapping out films in front of your eyes, adjusting your clarity and ability to see until it was crystal clear once more, as if you had never worn glasses in the first place. And yet, out of the corners of your eyes, you could see a hint of blurriness that extended just outside the borders of the rims of the glasses. But you always had 20/20 vision; so why were you suddenly able to see so clearly from the frames your boyfriend had gotten you? And then, more changes soon followed suit, before you had time to figure out the answers to your questions.

It was slow and subtle at first, nothing too abrupt. But after a few moments, you felt your body draw out a low grunt. Your socks felt too tight on your feet, as if they had shrunk in the wash or were bought several sizes too small. You grunted as you tried to pull them off, only to be greeted with the sound of ripping fabric. Staring down at your legs, you found yourself looking at something that was just a bit too big. Larger than you remembered. You wiggled your toes carefully, only watching as the fat toes brushed against each other. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and you couldn't remember ever having such large clompers before.

Whatever caused your feet to blow up to this size was slowly trailing up your body. Your breaths became more ragged and unsteady, and you panted as you watched your calves balloon into rock-hard bulges, boasting of immense power and strength with just a mere step. Your body involuntarily shuddered as your thighs and hamstrings began to lengthen. You grunted again as you felt your body stretch, the bones in your spine popping and cracking as inches stacked onto your new height. "W-What… h-happening to me…?" you groaned as you stared dumbly at your changing body. You could sense your boyfriend saying something next to you, but your brain was far too muddled and cloudy to make sense of his words.

Your moans began to deepen, a husky and gruff tone overtaking your lewd noises as your hips began to rock upwards with the shifting changes. Your eyes widened as you tilted your head down, staring at your crotch. While you had on shorts, the fabric was originally quite loose and comfortable to slip into. But this had changed the moment your quads thickened with an abundance of muscles, steady and firm like concrete pillars. Grimacing at the tightening feeling of the shorts clamping down on your legs, you reached out with one of your hands to tug at the fabric. Unfortunately, the mere act of doing so caused the strained shorts to tear, and you pulled away a flimsy piece of cloth. Your legs bloomed with the extra freedom, fat and muscle stacking once more until you had legs and some juicy ass cheeks that rivaled even the most professional bodybuilders.

The change continued along your crotch, causing your balls to swell and pump your body full of testosterone. While the process had been slower and steadier at first, the excess hormones soon accelerated the growth at a rapid pace. Low moans spilled from your lips as you watched your cock stiffen and lengthen with each passing second. While you thought you were simply growing aroused, it was stretching and fattening into a new girthy size. Thick globs of precum splattered forward from that fat cock slit, dripping over your newly defined cum gutters. The hair around your crotch began to thicken, forming a dense mat of fur that was ripe with your musk.

Moaning as one hand began pumping and stroking away at your fat cock, you watched as cum dribbled out of the thick cock to offer as lube over your thickening fingers. You had prided yourself on your slim and dexterous fingers, allowing you to take on more tactile and delicate tasks. But now, these fingers had grown into stocky, meaty sausages, like chunky rolls that were good for stuffing up tight holes and fingering needy boys when they begged you to fuck them.

Where… where did that thought come from? I don't… I don't think like that!

Shuddering as you tried to clear your head of such strange thoughts, you felt them starting to creep back in like the tide at the sandy shore. One moment, you had a lucid frame of thinking, trying to piece out why your body was transforming into the next Mr. Olympia. And the next, your head felt dumber than a bag of rocks, with low chuckles slipping from your lips as you played with your messy cum gutters and smeared that sticky cum over your bumpy abs. You loved the feeling of running your fingers over your abs, groaning as you played with a definition that you never had before. Whatever was happening was making your body big and beefy, and you loved every second of it.

No wait, this isn't right! This isn't me! Help–!

Your internal thoughts soon melted away like bubbles rising to the surface of the murky depths, popping once they were exposed to air. Whatever struggles and concerns you had quickly faded the moment you watched your chest blow up into big, meaty airbags. You hadn't even realized when you had torn away your shirt, only that it had been ripped off in favor of witnessing your body transform into something beautiful, like a work of art. Your draining head could only admire how big your pecs had become, and how fun it was to poke and squeeze at them. Chuckling as you pinched your sensitive nipples, you watched as your cock twitched once more from the added stimulation. These pecs were meant to be pleasured, and you couldn't wait for someone to feast away on them later. A light dusting of hair began to coat your body, changing your formerly smooth skin into something more rugged and tanned. Now you looked like a man who spent the days out in the sun, lifting, tanning, and working out to work up a nice sweat.

Your moans grew louder as your arms began to thicken up and stiffen into meaty limbs. You could feel the strength coursing underneath your fingertips, and it was only natural that your biceps and triceps showed off all that hard work you put into building up this body. Memories of yourself spending time at the gym, lifting and slamming weights, routine workouts, and nutritional plans began to fill up that empty head of yours, and you let out a dumb laugh as you raised your biceps up to show them off to your boyfriend in a firm flex.

"Haur hurh… Dude, I’m… gettin’ so big, bro…” A single strand of drool slipped out the front of your lips as you forgot to close your mouth after flexing, and you smiled as the dribble landed right in between those beefy tits of yours.

Your boyfriend could barely contain himself, leaning forward to press a tender kiss onto your nipple. He giggled softly as he let his tongue tease along the puffy areola, his devious eyes looking up at you through your new glasses. "Sorry, babe. I know this is a big shock to you, but all I really wanted was a big, dumb, meaty jock of a boyfriend. And now, with the custom glasses I got you, I have everything I wanted! Isn't this just the best birthday gift for me?"

Unfortunately, neither of you had realized that he had bought a templated set of glasses, not the custom set that he had originally designed. There was still something left to trigger inside that empty head of yours, and you could only gasp as the murky depths in your mind began to seep into your consciousness. Feelings of compassion and love for your boyfriend started to be tainted by a strange, new feeling. It was tinted with a need to be in control, with the desire to punish your boyfriend for making you go through these unwanted changes, and with the drive to show him who was the real boss.

Your eyes glanced down at him with a sneer starting to form on your lips. Your big, meaty hands reached down to grip your boyfriend's slim waist, holding him steady on top of your lap as you pushed his legs apart. You hooked his slim legs over yours, keeping his stance wide so he couldn't wriggle away from you this time. "You did this to me…" You growled, your expression darkening into something more disappointed and annoyed at this silly boy thinking that he could take you on. "After everything I did for you. You didn't like my gifts or somethin'? You tryna be ungrateful and shit?"

There was a hint of satisfaction in your chest as you watched the color start to drain from your boyfriend's eyes, a flicker of fear and panic taking place as he realized something was off. "W-Wait, this isn't… y-you're supposed to listen to me! Why aren't you— I'm the one in charge!"

Snorting at the other's whining, you rolled your eyes as you began tugging down your boyfriend's pants. You didn't care if you ripped them or if he took them off himself. When it came to things that you wanted, you always got your way. "Right, like anyone would think that. Look at that little cock of yours. And that fat ass. I bet you were hoping for someone like me to take charge, to be the one to fuck you silly until I made you pay for all this," you growled as your fat cock sprang up to slap at your boyfriend's cheeks. There was a soft whimper and a little noise of surprise that slipped out of the other man, and you could only smirk, knowing that he knew you were right.

As you began pushing your newly fattened and lengthened cock into your lover, you could feel yourself changing into this more dominant, alpha personality. You were cocky and confident, dominant and controlling, and while you might have looked like you had all the smarts with your glasses, you couldn't manage much else beyond lifting and fucking. But that was fine by you; in fact, this life was great! With a killer body and boys lining up to have a taste of the new and confident you, you couldn't care less about what anyone had to think. And plenty of guys were willing to do the thinking for you, especially when you told them to.

With the sound of the other man's cheeks plapping against your lap, your memories of your boyfriend began to slip away into something more raw and primal. Right, this was just another one of those needy whores who were just aching for a cock to spear their tight hole on a Wednesday night. It was almost laughable how easy it was to breed them, but a hole was a hole, and you weren't complaining. Anything to get your rocks off was fine by you, as you were constantly horny and needed to blow your load multiple times a day. And a hole was better than using your own hand.

When you finally came, you came hard and deep, making sure to drive every last inch of your cock inside of the little slut until he was satisfied. You smirked as you pushed him off of you, watching the dude quiver and moan into the couch as your seed leaked out of that stretched hole. Another night well spent, and you grabbed at his shirt to wipe your cock dry. Picking up your tattered clothes, you grunted as you slipped on your underwear. Thankfully, you still had your gym clothes in your car, so you didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of driving home in the nude. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened, though.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the little man whimpering and struggling to push himself up, his words slurred together, and his eyes cross-eyed from the intense fucking you gifted him. "W-Wait… w-where you goin', babe? Aren't you… staying?"

You didn't bother hiding the snort of amusement as you rolled your eyes at him, pushing up your glasses higher on the bridge of your nose as they had slipped down a bit during your fucking session. Seriously? All these sluts are the fuckin' same. Desperate to have me be their boyfriend or some shit. "I'm not your lover, bro. I'm just here for a piece of that hot ass, and you got a piece of my fat cock. It's a hook-up, not a date. And you should be grateful I even bothered to swing by to give you a chance. I don't let just anybody take a ride on this dick," you teased as you groped at your still semi-hard cock.

"Here, I'll let you keep this as a memento," you continued, opting to rip the underwear you had just put on clean off your body. Tossing the damp piece of cloth onto the other man's spent face, you waved your hand as you strolled out of the apartment. You didn't even bother to look back as you called out from the front door…

"Happy birthday, bro! Bet you got what you wanted!"

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KOKSTRAP HACKED 3/4

I had told the faggot the only way he’d get to see me this next week for his $400 facetime is if he sent me a dom top kokstrap. I mean the bitch was desperate, sending me half his paycheck every month just for the privilege of me talking down to him and jerking my dick. The way he begged me to spit on the camera or push my foot against the lens always got me going. The muscle worship sessions where I’d oil myself up talking about how much bigger I was then him, how small his muscles are, how tiny his dick was. Probably only able to get off thinking about a real man, the feeling of submitting being true bliss and pleasure. How desperate he was to give a real man his paycheck.

So I wasted no time calling him when I got it, no care for the fact he was at work at some pathetic corporate job. He was at his desk blushing, blocking the screen from his coworkers walking past his cubicle. His pathetic small cock was already leaking pre as I told him to get on his knees, but before he could do it. I felt this strong PULSE in my stomach. My body started aching, my mind catching on fire. I watched in horror as in the small corner of my phone all the years of hard work, discipline, countless regimens and diets literally melt from my body, my arms, pecs, hell my abs literally disappeared, even the body hair I had built up is magically shaved off as I’m left smooth. My body is built like a string bean, the only meat on my bones is my ass. Hell that even started to tingle, this deep need and hunger eating away at me. My hole twitching, winking, empty.

My face, one strong, masculine, gets feminized, my eyebrows perfectly waxed and arched, my nose more button-like. My lips become plump, salivating as my mind is bombarded with images of my former self. Worshipping that body, taking in that musk and begging for him to spit on me, to even let me see his cock. Visions of me just handing my wallet to HIM. Giving away access to my bank account, signing over my property and begging just for him to ridicule my cock- no not cock, tiny penis. My cock shrinking down to a nub. None of this makes sense, its not me, i liked big titted bimbos, dominating weaker men, not becoming a sniveling pathetic faggot.

I try begging for help but my voice comes out in whimpers and moans. My body against my will turns around, back to the camera as I look at the camera, on my knees ass up and a voice that's not mine speaks up. “Please… please sir, I need you, what can i do, anything!” Its so lispy, high pitched and queer. I had no control of my body, no stopping it from bouncing my cheeks up and down in these tight briefs as a deep growl from the phone tells me to lower them, making my pathetic dicklet leak precum. Im so happy I gave daddy that 400 dollars for the call

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Pride Month

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It wasn't always that nice around ███████.

I want that on record before anyone reads what happened next, because I spent thirty-one years being the kind of man who always tried doing the right thing for our town. ███████ was mine. I knew every pipe and breaker in the town because I sold them over the counter six days a week. I knew all the morally questionable crap these people did for the "sake" of God.

I kept it all to myself though.

Why? Because that's the only way someone like me could survive this long in this place.

When the council voted on banning anything related to homosexuality in the town forever, I clapped along. In the same meeting, Pastor Finch scheduled a men's prayer night the following weekend.

I signed up like everybody else. I had to.

I thought maybe if I pretended long enough, I'd start to believe it. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if no one ever found out, I could live a "normal" life, and maybe even be happy.

Of course, I was wrong.

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KOKSTRAP HACKED 2/4

I know i shouldn’t have pissed off Alex. Listen I’m not a bad guy i promise, I was just broke as shit when we moved in together. Me and my boy Alex went back to elementary school in a small as fuck town and after he went off to college and I stagnated he was nice enough to try and help me get off my feet. But I wasn’t qualified for any of this shit in the city and that led to Alex giving me the best suggestion and my ticket to not fame but money. Porn. Gay porn to be specific.

I knew that he had a thing for me, so at first I just shrugged my head, telling him to stop complimenting me. But he was insistent and I knew that sooner or later I’d have to stop mooching off of him the way I was. So I agreed to start a twitter, Alex told me “Adam sell the fantasy” and “Just be all alpha and bro like” even if it wasn’t me. I wasn’t bad looking, i was above average physically at 5’10, I had decent muscle, nice cock and good face , my only problem was my lack of an ass but Alex said no one would care if I did it right. I just had to act selfish, had to focus on my cock and talk down but I didn’t have that fratboy cockiness innately until after a month of onlyfans.

Fake it till you make it and I had made it, so many fucking fags begging to see me just fondle my bulge, my girthy six incher was meant for the ladies so I only did strip teases and solo vids. Always giving them to alex for free since he helped me get set up. I never said I was straight, I didn’t have to what a fag doesn’t know wont hurt em, that was also a new word in my vocabulary. Alex said I was gay baiting, but I just told him I was doing what he suggested, pulling my shorts down to show off my cock I knew he was craving, I knew what made him tick, what buttons to press to shut him up. But one day I pushed his buttons too much.

I had just finished a vid, cumming all over myself and wiping it down with a jock I had been bought by a fan. That had become a normal occurrence at this point, underwear, toys, clothes all bought off a wishlist, things i never needed to buy for myself again, I was even covering the entire rent now that I made so much, just as a way to pay alex back. That train of though gave me a bright idea, I’ll give him another gift. Walking with my cock out and throwing my used jock on his face. It was a shock to him, he was just on the couch watching tv, my manager, my roommate got this look in his eye, probably from taking a deep hit of my masculine scent and threw it off of him before I could see any more satisfaction and embarrass him. He told me it was rude and I just told him i knew he liked it. It started a whole argument on how I shouldn’t tease him like this since I refused to fuck him and I just told him if he didn’t like it then maybe he should have gotten a gay roommate or boyfriend to be his live in pornstar instead. He just grumbled, said he needed to cool down and took a walk. I didn’t see at all till the next day when he dropped off a package. Said it was for a video request, I had read about wearing a kokstrap but it was supposed to be pink not this rainbow shit. Pink was faggy enough but rainbows was too far. Hey it was money though and pride month, Alex reminded me it was pride.

When I slipped it on though i felt my world flip. My body was PULSING as my brain felt like it was on fire. My entire essence burning up, fueling some type of magic. I could hear alex telling me about how I was right, i should have gotten a gay roommate or boyfriend to be his live in pornstar. That he had done something to this KOKSTRAP and made his dreams come true. I wanted to hit him, I was getting ready to lunge at him, my arms reached out to-

Hug him for the thoughtful gift. My boyfriend was so sweet for getting me a rainbow KOKSTRAP. He knows how much I love showing off for my fans. Especially my big, round bubble butt. Sure my cock was nice and girthy, i had a fucking ten out of ten face card and great muscle tone, but everyone was here for the ass. It was my focus and I loved acting like such a needy, pathetic bottom for the camera, alex was so right for getting me into this.

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Alan is a huge twink, he can bearly lift a 30 lbs weight in one arm and he has a huge crush on muscle daddies. So he signed in a gym near his school to stalk muscle man,but this gym is a bit different than all the gym he has come. This place full of muscle male,like all of them,they looks like they has been a pro bodybuilder since 20 years old. So he came in,pretending lift a heavy weight. But he struggled so hard that he asked for help. A massive man comes to him with a masculine voice:”Need some help young man?”

He turns around and saw an alpha male right in front of him,his muscle,his beard,his face gave him a huge boner. Alan said:”Uhm,i can barely lift this,this is the first time i go to the gym so...”. That man laugh:”Young man,i can show the way to lift heavier things than this”,he slaps Alan’s ass:” I saw you glanced every guy in the room,you fag right? Don’t be shy”. Alan face turns red,but the man’s massive arm dragging him near:” I said don’t be shy,come meet me in the bathroom”. After saying that, the man went away,Alan was confusing,but also felt so hot. Without second thought,he came to the bathroom. The man standing in a bathroom,washing his alpha body,Alan can’t look away his hairy muscle and his massive dick. Oh my goodness,how long is that dick? Alan ask himself,9 inch,12 inch. The man suddenly turned to Alan and grabbing him,the door was closed,he dragged Alan and kissed him violently while grabbing Alan in the neck with just one hand. Alan groped the man’s massive chest and hugged him. He felt every orgasm while touching his hard muscle, this is a twink dream. After that, the man turns Alan back,with his massive dick waiting to fit this twink hole. “Ready for it you boy?”,”Yes daddy”. The man fucks Alan really hard,the massive dick hardly fits Alan’s hole slowly go inside Alan. Alan felt a lite pain as first then slowly it becomes a huge orgasm for him. He felt testosterone from that man’s dick come to his hole.”YES FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH DADDY”. After a long time,the man started to cum,a long long cum was shot right into that twink hole.”Oops,a little too much, i wonder can you handle it?” The man said. At that time,Alan’s mind is just full of satisfaction.

But suddenly,Alan felt a weird tensions come through his body. He suddenly felt like the ground is further, oh my gosh, he was growing,from 5’8 to 6’3,even taller than the man. “What is happening to me?” Alan said,”I said i will show you the way to lift those heavy weight,now enjoy the muscle male you will become”. Alan’s body suddenly growing muscle,it becomes bigger and wider like pumping a balloon,veins come through his skin slowly appears bigger. His chest becomes bigger and harder,his biceps growing even bigger than that man’s face,his legs becomes wider and more musscular,his face slowly growing a beard and becomes more masculine and slowly growing hair all over his body. His dick growing longer and more massive from 7 inch to 12 inch hard. He felt testosterone flowing all over his body to his dick,his voice sounds more threatening and more manlier now. He let a loud moan out,he grabbing his giant dick with his massive arm and cums rapidly. His weak twink personality was gone,now he becomes more and more manlier,masculine and alpha man right now. “ Damn this shit was good” Alan turned to the male,the both kissed each others,Alan hugged the man with his massive arms,they slowly felt in love with each others. Well Alan is a dominant top now,they switched position sometimes. And then a new muscular man appears in the gym now. Alan was more satisfied of being an alpha male more than a twink. Alan steps out living his greatest daddy life now!

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William has been invited to a pool party by his friend,and he was so happy because this is the first time in college that he was invited to a party,not just that,by a bunch of rich kids. One of them is his crush,a cute face boy who owns a fortune,he knows he couldn’t get into his level anyway so this is a chance of all time. When he arrived to the pool party,gosh it was full of people with hot body,but luckly for himself that he also has a flat stomach with packs can see clearly. William tried to flex in front of his crush in the pool but he paid no attention to William,he was too busy to talk to those cool kids in high school. William was a litlle sad tho,he was just playing around until there was police hit the bell at the door,gosh this party might have been so loud. All of the people who joined the party got so panicked that they flee away, just left a few people and William and his crush. Suddenly his crush gave him a pair of sunglasses and told him to wear it:” I need you to play cool for a while man,just act like a dad of mine for a while”. William was so confused,he doubted that this sunglasses could make him look any more mature, but he tried it on. Immediately,his body grows bigger and taller,all of the muscle of his body suddenly broaden so big that they rips off his pant,his skinny arms are now a hulk arm and his chest suddenly has tattoo written over,his back and shoulders are so massive and hard as rock now,his legs also growing more muscular,he could feel a testosterone flowing over his body so much that he felt a beard growing on his face. He could swore his thong looks longer like 9 inches. William was not stand still,he tried to stay concentrated but he felt a headache,slowly he remembered himself as a daddy lover to his crush,he has a hobby to train and love doing tattoo.

Suddenly a cop came in: “Hello sir,is this you and your son party?” He talked to William,who now is a big hunky man look as old as the cop. “Yes,me and my son,what’s the matter” William said while wrapping his arms around his crush. “Nothing,it is just a little too loud,i hope you can turn it down for a little sir”, the cop said. “I understand”,he said while rubbing his beard. The cop nodded and went away.

“Ok he is gone,you can take that out” the young boy said to William. He took out,but he still stayed the same size of muscle. “Wait,what?” His crush surprised. Slowly he remembered that who has a strong feeling with the one gave it to them will remain the true alpha,as the course has been told to him when his father warned him about the glasses. He sure didn’t pay attention and just grab it thinking it was cool shit anyway. “You have feeling of me huh you freak?” His crush said out loud but then he stopped at the moment,the memories of being a gay twink just flood into his mind,all the chicks he has bang’s memories just not exist anymore,now he remembered himself as a rich son who has a massive daddy kink,he has met William since in the first year of college and boy,William sure has ruled his ass for a while. “What was that son?” William said in a threatening and deep voice to his crush,or his twink. “Nothing daddy” his crush face moved from angry to scary face. Seems like he is so obey of William now that he just want to satisfied his daddy only.

William slapped in his twink’s butt, “Daddy is horny,how about doing that in the pool?”, his twink’s face so brightened,he sure enjoy sex with William after .

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“Damn that boss is such a dick” Alex said while taking a break on a park near his workplace. He is 20 years old and working as an employee in a small company for money and collages, he luckily to find a job in the city but the new boss, whose name is Andy, has been an ass to him since the day he got the job, woking, bringing coffee, checking the mailbox, writing in all the reports the boss gave to him, but he never appreciates this young man hard working and constantly yelling at him any time he found a small mistakes. This break time Alex getting now is a chance to stay away from the boss. It is a sunny and beautiful day on the park, he is just wondering about things in future, he also thinks about working out because he is such a scrawny twink, his future boyfriend. Alex is gay and he hopes to jump in a relationship but couldn’t find anyone because his weak body. Well these things has bothered his mind at the time he needs some relax, he lies down and about to take a rest then suddenly his head hit something in the ground.

“Ouch! What the fuck” Alex turned back and saw a big watch lying on the ground. It looks so new that Alex is so surprised to think someone so careless could ever throw this away, it’s still working perfectly fine. The thought to take it come accross Alex’s mind and without any hesitation the clock is lying on his skinny wrist. “Looking good baby!” This maybe the first good thing since Alex come to this town to learn, stealing maybe wrong but for all the things he endured, he feels like he deserve some things. “I just wear it until i find it’s owner then i will give it back” Alex said to himself. Suddenly the phone is ringing: “Come back here you asshole! Do you fucking know what you have to do today? We taking our stuff to another building! If you won’t come back here help me with these stuff you are fired!” Andy the boss yelled at Alex in the phone. He shuts down immediately, “Gosh this asshole”. Alex whispering while driving back to the office.

Alex has been thinking about stand up against his boss and quit the job, but that guy is no joke, he is built like a wall with biceps could kill someone. A heavy sigh when he comes back to the office and see his boss is waiting for him.

“What taking you so long huh?” Andy yelled, “I was” Alex about to said then Andy threatening him “ You fuckers better know that i gave you this job, you better listen to me and do what i said, now get on the floor and grab all stuffs”, he walked away after that. Alex is so angry but he can just wait until checkday and leave the job.

Alex drives his stuff to the new building, the boss has already waiting for him. “Move these shit to the floor” Andy said to Alex, watching him carry a heavy box in struggle, while he doesn’t give a damn and just talking to the phone. The elevator is waiting for them, Alex breathes so loudly carrying those box to the elevator and Andy just walk in. The door close, looking Andy just talking to the phone ignoring Alex struggle with his stuffs, it makes Alex just want to fight, Alex keep staring Andy with a flame on his eyes, “Fuck your stupid shit boss, if I was bigger than you i will fuck you up” Alex thinks. But things get strage immediately, right after the thought come accross Alex mind, the light in the elevator suddenly switch off, “What the fuck” Andy said. The lights keeps flicking, Alex start noticing something strage, the box in his hand suddenly become so light, that is until he looks down and see his biceps is growing. “What the fuck” Alex drops the box, he looking in the mirror and see his whole body is exploding in muscle , his chest brusting out the button and ripped his shirt, becoming more solid and massive, his whole shoulders and backs implode with muscle and growing rapidly along with his hand become thicker and vein growing along his hand, his legs growing taller and so much more muscular that it tightened his pant until his legs rip off the cloth, it getting wo tight that he ripped off his shirt and pant right in front of his boss leaving an underwear, but it looks like it also become so tight for him as his dick growing so big reaching enormous size now, he is becoming so much taller now, the energy running through his body makes him feel so much stronger and more masculine, “is it testosterone” he thought to himself, he looked in the mirror again as his face become so much more defined and masculine with beard growing around his face, along with that is the fear in his boss’s face showing on the mirror, he must be taller than his boss now, he can’t help but moaning as his voice is deeper and deeper. But what surprised him even more is his boss, he shrinks in size, one minute ago he is built like a bodybuilder, now he looks so skinny and young than ... Alex? “What the fuck just happening” his boss scream in such light voice . Alex push his arms right in the wall as his growing is almost done, the body is transforming to a hulk itself, the feeling is so good , but Alex takes a quick glance through his body and notice his watch he wearing is glowing, the light slowly fade away as his body stops growing, “Fuck” he breathes so loud. The evelator light is turned on again, Alex looks at Andy in shock, they becoming opposite of themselves before. Andy from a fit man to a scrawny and Alex become so much more muscular and massive like a bodybuilder. “ What just happening, what just happening, i can’t go to work like this” Andy panic so much, then he looks at Alex, “You, You must stand behind any of this” Andy threat to Alex but this time it’s not scary anymore, he looks so helpless now just like Alex before. “ I don’t know a thing boss” Alex looks so confused. They both dragged other to the top of the building.

“ I don’t know what did you do to me, but you must redone it back now you freak” Andy said. Alex has taken enough, he push Andy to the wall and threat Andy Or what? Wait Alex is also shocked, he has never been this aggressive before. Andy’s reaction also leave him shocker, Andy slowly become so much weaker and less aggressive of him, he is in fear now, but other than that his face is becoming so much enjoying? Alex still don’t understand what happening until new memories hitting him like a wave, he is not a students working for money anymore, he has been a boss for long time, he has been working hard for this day, house, moneys, all the twinks in all the bar worships him like a slut, his hard training in the gym, and his name is... Andy? What? He is slowly undertstand that he is becoming the man he used to obey as his old memories still don’t fade away, and that man is also a gay dude, he has been acting so aggressive to others to hide the facts that he is gay person. And that Andy dude become so much like Alex before, he still keeps his old look tho, but in so much weak body. “Nothing mister” Andy said to... Alex. “Your name is Alex, right?” Alex in his new muscle body said to Andy, “yes sir? Is there a problems?”. Alex slowly become Andy, but he still keeps a part of his old memories, seeking for love, but his new body also act so much aggressive in sex as his dick can’t stop erecting while look at Andy right now, or Alex. Andy(Alex) can’t stop thinking about fucking Alex(Andy) as the manhood in his underwear keep reaching out for Alex. He finally knows why Andy has been acting so hard to Alex for all these long. He has a secret crush on Alex but he tried to hide it. But there won’t be any hide anymore, Andy(Alex) thinks to himself. “You, me, this office, now” Andy handed the key to Alex, looking his face become so much lighter, “I will fuck you like a slut you are” Andy leaned over. Alex now acts like a twink obey his alpha man “Yes sir”

The next morning, when Andy wake up with Alex in his arm and both of them are naked, he knew he has everything he needed. That secret clock Alex collected before is still lying on his giant wrist as he finally understand this power. He smiled and kiss Alex right in the head, asking him for another round as his sex drive is over the roof now. “Guess i am the alpha now huh” Andy(Alex) thinks to him.

This story is for @tfhuman123

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Gods Reborn: Apollo

Yep, Apollo had just regained life.

His hardened statue form was now flesh. His petrified posture with his hand outstretched, regained feeling.

Only he would be unfortunate enough to be stuck in the same museum as Ares. He could feel the war god’s rage even on a higher floor. Ares had no god damn tack, letting his divinity run amuck. They each saw the same humans. Apollo didn’t see any viable candidates for Ares or himself. So, he was surprised, when he felt an insane burst of energy, then Ares’ presence vanished from the museum entirely.

Apollo, god of light, purity, and prophecy couldn’t divine himself out of a situation before Ares, out of all the gods? Kind of insulting, but at least the museum was peaceful. Days ticked on as Apollo waited for a movie star, or the dreamboat jock, or cool surfer to present as his body and spirit and free him. Handsome people passed by, but none gave his statue figure more than a glance. He wondered if his divinity had perhaps blinded them in some way to his presence because there was no reason for them not to stare at him. He was Apollo after all!

Then one day a family came strolling, and Apollo was uninterested. A husband and wife with their son trailing behind them. The boy was practically attached to his father’s hip as they strolled around the artifacts. There’s nothing bad about the family man. He was just so average. The way he stood and walked through the room reeked of unimpressive behavior. The T-shirt, the cargo shorts, the sunglasses raised on top of the man’s head. The father and son then stood before Apollo, gazing at his glory. Then the man yawned.

Apollo fumed quietly.

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Gods Reborn: Poseidon

A/N: Gods really do be arriving, messing up lives, then moving on, huh?

Zeus had really pissed the wrong collection of gods off, so much so they’d even screw over their own Rebirth in the coming era. Why couldn’t his brother just not lie with everything that made him aroused. Mortals and gods from their own pantheon were fine, but trying to go beyond that? Poseidon’s divinity and all its power reduced into the form of a necklace. Nothing more than a tiny trident, his own planetary symbol. Where it would be bought like a cheap dollar store trinket. Some mortal girl trying to show a romantic declaration of love, or some such, to her male counterpart. All the power she held, and she had no idea as she placed it on the young man’s neck.

Stanley, as she called him, was a lanky young man, pale skin, oversized glasses. If anything, he did have a very puppy-like innocence, with his baby face, warm brown eyes, and soft brown hair. After years of waiting, Poseidon had hoped this was his escape. When the metal met flesh, he poured the tiniest bit of his divinity into Stanley. It was simply a test. He wasn’t going to pour it all and risk his escape and the vessel's destruction. That was something stupid and ill-advised Ares would do. Unbeknownst to the couple, Stanley's body lapped it up, muscles surging with slight growth. They didn't notice how his chest protruded into his shirt, or how his short sleeves hugged his arms. Stanley had to take his glasses off as the world got blurry. He rubbed his eyes only to find that he could see. He placed them in his pocket weirded out. With that act the air around the young man changed from mousey nerd into a more average self-assuredness.

The male and female parted as Poseidon now dangled against Stanley’s pecs, better for the god’s own temporary comfort, but he was determined to not be a fucking necklace for much longer. The fledgling mortals said some irrelevant things about this being their breakup before college, but Poseidon couldn’t be bothered; he needed Stanley alone if he wanted to test more. Mortals could be so panicky about their flesh obeying gods’ commands. Poseidon waited patiently for Stanley to walk back home.

Though once Stanley walked into his bedroom, he slammed the door and dropped his pants. His young cock was begging for attention; processing divinity wasn’t easy on most people. He stroked it, only tangentially aware of how heavier it was. He wasn’t as well acquainted with his cock like most teens his age heading off to college. Elise, his now ex, wasn’t the type to have a random rendezvous. Poseidon groaned at how boring the mortal’s thoughts were. Pushing in his divinity connected Poseidon to the teen, but what a dreadful start.

Grabbing a tissue, Stanley covered his cock. “FUCK!” he cried a word he rarely used as something wrenched his balls dry. The tissue was soaked as the scent of pure nut permeated the room, “Eww gross!” Stanley looked at the shimmer left on his hand as he tossed the wet tissue papers in the trash. In his previous dalliances' he’d never drenched an entire tissue before. Poseidon heard that and knew the young mortal better prepare himself because there was more to come.

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