Panda

26, into bears, transformation, and hypnosis

[howtohimbo]

So You Want to Be Daddy’s Dumb Himbo Trophy Boy?

Once you start. It’s hard to go back…

Body: Massive, obscene muscle. Huge bouncing pecs, veiny arms, tiny waist, and a fat, jiggly bubble butt that begs to be grabbed. You’ll eat, lift, and grow until you’re a walking wet dream. Thick thighs rubbing together, always pumped and ready to show off.

Mind: Properly retarded. Empty-headed, giggly, and slow. Thoughts melt away. Big words confuse you. You’ll drool and flex while repeating “Dumb boys don’t think, they just serve Daddy.” The dumber you get, the hornier you become.

Sexual: Your holes are Daddy’s property. Leaky, desperate, and always eager. You’ll beg to be used, choked, and bred like a brainless whore. Moan loud and take it messy. anytime, anywhere.

Perks: Luxury life, no responsibilities, black card, constant praise, and mind-melting orgasms when Daddy allows them.

Side Effects: Old life fades. You’ll get addicted to his cock and approval. Too stupid to go back. Too horny to care.

Empty head. Massive body. Owned by a rich Daddy.

That’s the dream.

[misctf]

Hey! Big fan of your work, especially your jock to bear/daddy tfs. Would love to see another story similar to For The Team. Maybe the head of a construction crew is tired of the young lazy guys on his team so decides to transform them into 'real men' to get the job done faster?

"Dude, Steve's dad is fuckin' nuts."

"Think I don't know that, bro?"

"Not sure the beers are worth it, man. Seriously."

The heavy clack of a dropped pipe wrench followed by a string of muffled expletives made both young men snicker. When Liam and John signed up to help Steve move into his new rental, they expected heavy lifting, not an absolute gauntlet. Steve's father, Mr. Richards, was a certified, old-school hard-ass.

"What're you boys laughin' at?"

The booming voice of Mr. Richards cut through the dusty air of the living room. He stepped into the doorway, framing a physique built like a seasoned workhorse. The man practically oozed discipline, sweat, and sawdust. He was always going on about the pride of the construction crew, how it was a real man’s job, and how he wished Steve would show at least half that grit. To him, Liam and John were just "good-for-nothin'" distractions diluting his son's potential.

"Spendin' all your time laughin' it up," the older man barked, glaring at them with hardened eyes. "You pretty boys are useless. Always jokin' around. Can't take a single damn thing seriously."

"All due respect, sir, we're just here to help our friend," Liam said, straightening his posture. John nodded in solidarity, both of them standing tall to prove their loyalty to Steve.

Mr. Richards’ eyes flashed with a sudden, unsettling intensity. "Help him? Oh, I know jus' the way."

Before either could react, Mr. Richards moved with a terrifying, explosive speed that completely defied his age. His calloused hands clamped onto their arms, violently pulling the two young men together.

"What the fuck?!" John yelled.

"Shit dude, let go!" Liam wrestled to break free, but the moment their skin collided, a bizarre, visceral heat flared at the point of contact.

Their arms didn't just touch... they melted. The skin fused, the underlying muscles twisting and braiding together, expanding exponentially as their shared mass coalesced. Youthful, smooth skin rapidly thickened, weathering into a sun-baked, rugged texture right before their eyes.

"Dude! Get off me! Stop pushing!" Liam panicked, his voice cracking.

"I'm trying! I can't move my arm!" John screamed.

Mr. Richards simply grinned, watching as the anomalous reaction rippled through their clothes, shredding the fabric until they were entirely exposed. In a desperate bid to separate, Liam shoved against John’s chest, while John raised his other arm to defend himself. The moment their hands collided, the phenomenon struck again. Their limbs fused into a second massive, heavy arm, padded with thick muscle and dense labor-ready bulk.

Terrified, Liam slipped on the hardwood floor, pulling them both down. He landed hard on his back with John pressed tightly against his front. They hit the floor with a heavy thud, gasping for air.

"You're each worth about half a man from my crew," Mr. Richards smirked, looming over them like a foreman inspecting raw materials. "And two halves equal one whole."

A sudden, overwhelming wave of intense, heavy pleasure spiked through them as their lower halves collided. Liam and John both let out a strangled groan as their groins began to merge. Their cocks melting into each other, settling into a thick, heavy shaft took shape above two massive bull nuts. The cool draft left their new manhood throbbing, threatening to shatter their panicked minds.

"Oh fuck... what is this..." Liam moaned against his will, his thoughts fracturing.

"Feels so heavy..." John gasped, biting his lip as their hips melded seamlessly, reshaping into a wide, immensely thick set of glutes: a solid, powerful dump truck of an ass forged from dense muscle and heavy fat.

As they bucked against the floor in a daze of sensory overload, the transformation surged downward. Their legs collided and fused into pillars of pure power. Thick, hairy thighs took shape in seconds, their calves bulging and their feet stretching into a pair of size 13 giants. They flexed their heavy, calloused toes against the floorboards as the raw, unbridled pleasure continued to reshape their biology.

"Look at that," Mr. Richards chuckled, leaning down to firmly grip their newly formed manhood. "Feels good, don't it? Becomin' somethin' better. I always treat the boys on my site right."

The dual consciousness inside the collapsing minds of Liam and John whimpered. They closed their eyes tight, desperately trying to stifle the embarrassing, breathless sounds escaping their throats. But Mr. Richards wasn't done. He forcefully pressed Liam's upper torso deeper into John’s.

"There we go, nice and easy."

Both young men had prided themselves on their gym routines: lean abs, cardio endurance, and neat definitions. But as their torsos violently slammed together, the superficial fitness vanished. An intense pressure replaced the pleasure as their midsections expanded outward. Layer after layer of dense, heavy muscle packed itself around their shared spine, immediately followed by a thick, proud layer of solid beer-gut fat.

"Fuck, stop! Please!"

"I can't take it...!"

Mr. Richards just rolled his eyes, stroking them rhythmically to keep their minds compliant. A massive, proud muscle gut finalized its shape, heavily blanketed by a dense forest of dark chest hair and a thick treasure trail.

“That’s the stuff.” Mr. Richard’s muttered running his other hand along their hairy stomach, “Real men ain’t smooth.”

The transformation climbed into their chests. Their pectorals collided and swelled dramatically, expanding into two heavy, dense slabs of rock-hard muscle and jiggling fat that rested heavily atop their new gut. It was meatier and wider than anything either youth had ever possessed, completely covered in a rugged mat of coarse hair.

"You're lookin' good," Mr. Richards praised, his voice echoing in their ears. "So close, boys. Well, shouldn't really call you 'boys' anymore."

Everything from the neck down was now a singular, towering, powerhouse of a man. Only their two distinct heads remained, frantically looking at one another in sheer terror.

"Wh-what are you doing to us...?"

"Please, just turn us back..."

"No tears now, c'mon," Mr. Richards smirked, reaching up to pinch one of their heavy, shared nipples. A sharp, shameful moan erupted from both mouths simultaneously. "You're about to be a real man for the first time in your sorry lives. And when I'm done, you'll never know anythin' different."

"Wait! Don't!"

Mr. Richards grabbed both of their heads and forced them together.

A final, muffled cry filled the room as their facial structures dissolved into one another. Their youthful features melted away; their hair fell out completely, leaving a smooth, bald head. The nose widened and flattened into a rugged profile, while a dense, perfectly trimmed beard sprouted across a heavy, square jawline. Youthful eyes shifted, taking on the heavy, weathered look of a man who had spent forty years working under the blistering sun. Their neck thickened into a massive column of muscle, and their skin darkened into a leathery, tanned complexion.

Then, absolute silence fell over the room.

The only sound was the deep, heavy breathing of the massive, lumbering man sitting on the floor, sweat glistening across his newly forged muscles, thick hair, and heavy gut.

Mr. Richards smirked, placing a heavy hand on the bald head. "How's it feel, Chuck?"

The name echoed through the shambles of what used to be Liam and John. Their old memories were scattered, disorganized, and rapidly fading into irrelevance. Who were they? It didn't matter. Chuck was here now. Chuck was strong. Chuck was a real man. He knew exactly who he was. A stupid, satisfied grin spread across his heavy, bearded face.

"Fuck, boss..." Chuck's new, booming baritone voice rumbled in his chest, a sound that made Mr. Richards smile with professional pride. "Can you finish me off?"

"Not until you finish the job," Mr. Richards said, letting go of Chuck's manhood and stepping back. "Got it?"

"Guess that's fair." Chuck grunted, easily pushing his massive, heavy frame off the floor with his bulky arms. "Alright, let's get to it."

Chuck moved with absolute efficiency. He carried three times the weight Liam and John ever could, moving boxes and heavy furniture like they were made of cardboard. He was a real man, and real men knew that if you wanted your reward, you had to put in the honest work first.

As he hauled a massive oak dresser toward the master bedroom, the front door clicked open. Steve walked in, holding a cold twenty-four pack of beer. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at the towering, bald, bearded laborer.

"Oh, hey... are you one of my dad's friends?" Steve asked, blinking in confusion. "I'm Steve."

"Chuck," the big man rumbled, offering a brief, respectful nod.

"Thanks for coming by to help," Steve said, looking around the room with a puzzled frown. "Uh... have you seen my friends? Liam and John? I finally brought the beers."

Chuck looked down at the cold cases, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his rugged face.

"Can't say I have," Chuck rumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from his thick brow. "But I'll definitely take one of them beers."

[occamstfs]

Model's New Mustache

Constantly annoyed by his androgyny, David stumbles onto a spam ad that leads to his first facial hair and unknowingly condemns his latest overly masc ex to the twinkdom he's leaving behind.

Pretty standard role swap/masc theft! Twinky bottom to hairy top though much of the opposite changes happen off screen. At any rate, hope you enjoy this tale of Twink Theft! -Occam

And so began the same argument that has led to the end of each and every one of David’s previous relationships. Sure, he knows he’s beautiful. Angelic many of his one night stands and observers from afar frequently point out. He’s a model by default and his face card is perfect bait for men to just fall at his feet.

David frequently finds himself with men almost stereotypically masculine, alpha bros and DL hoes are always drawn to his androgyny. But rarely do they ever consider anything but his looks. When the cherubic man can no longer hold back his ire at being considered just a pretty face they fight and then abandon him for some other waifish twink. Leaving him feeling like nothing more than a soft-skinned doll for them to play with and abandon.

Curled up in the passenger seat of his current horndog fling’s car, David looks from underneath his tangle of perfectly coiffed curls as Mattias just stares down the open road. Glancing at the hairy jungles covering the man’s torso and pits, David yearns to feel the scratch of hair against his body. The closest thing he can ever experience to growing it himself.

For half a moment the model believes that perhaps Mattias is reflecting, thinking about their argument. Considering David’s point of view at all. When a hand drifts to adjust a bulge clearly visible in his pants it’s clear there’s only one thing on his mind. And David is certainly not going to let that happen tonight. 

“You’re not even listening.”

“Shiiiit, I mean c’mon babe. Be serious. You couldn’t even grow facial hair if you tried. I just dunno why you’re being such a lil bitch about it.”

Bony arms hugging his long legs, draped with pants he purloined from a shoot, David feels a fire burning within him. He’s not even been allowed to try. His agency would can him on the spot. Staring at the small mustache decorating Mattias’ upper lip he reaches to feel his own smooth, soft face. He’s going to try.

“I don’t care what you think, I’m going to stop waxing. Keep complaining, see what else I might decide to try. Asshole.”

Eyes flitting to his passenger, Mattias reaches over to feel David’s inner thigh. “So, uhhh, that means we’re not-”

“Fuck off you horny fucking- Spend half an hour thinking about anything but my ass and maybe, maybe I won’t lose your number.”

Clicking his tongue, Mattias throws his head against his headrest and starts rerouting to drop David off at his home. Sure that his dick is anything worth craving he assumes David’ll come crawling back to him by the end of the week, femme-er than ever. Smirking as he nods farewell to the man, he imagines soft hairless cheeks bouncing on him come Tuesday and quickly redownload Grindr to try and satisfy his still throbbing cock.

Watching yet another mindless jerk abandon him to his insecurities, David is of a different mind. This time it’s going to be different. As soon as the tail lights of Mattias’ shit box are out of sight, David begins his research. 

It’s not long at all before David comes across a targeted ad. Formatted like any other, on the left there’s a twink that the model swears he’s seen before, on the right is a perpetually bear-faced man. Face overgrown with itchy stubble and capstoned by a burly mustache that makes David’s mouth water.

Averse to cumming in his pants from a spam-ad, David does his best to stop imagining the twink’s journey to become the hairy hunk opposite him. He can just picture the bleach blonde hair giving way to that ruddy brown as his hairline retreats. Stubble growing so quickly it’s not even worth trimming. David bites his lip to stop from imagining his bulky figure out of frame.

Trailing past both the familiar ditzy twink’s lolling tongue and the alluring garden of chest fur on his alleged new self, David reads the caption. ‘How I became a man with ONE simple trick’

Rather than inviting whatever malware hides behind this jpeg onto his system, David scrawls through his instagram hoping against hope that he does actually know this man. Lo and behold he miraculously finds him, though as of late the twink’s has been dry.

Refusing to acknowledge the reality that this ad probably just stole an image from this mystery model’s account, David prepares to cold-DM this man he doesn’t really know. Desperate to feel the way he has always craved, desperate to change, he types his message:

‘Hey Hi! Peyton right? Funny thing :P I just found an ad of u and this like,,, lumberjackey otter? U know anything about this?’

Within the minute the man replies:

‘lmaooo ya thas me dude so u wanna fucc or what?’

Shocked at the bizarre response, there are a few false starts before David lands on a message. While he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to getting fucked by the man on the right, his eyes are on the prize of being more like him than anything else.

‘Ahhhh unfortunately I was more just wondering about the trick the ad mentioned. Like,, is that real? Surely thats like a joke huh?’

Across town and annoyed at the boner that won’t be satisfied now that Peyton knows what David wants, the hirsute horndog whines and starts absentmindedly playing with his cock as he prepares to offer David the route to join him. Much like David’s string of horny tops, he’s slightly disappointed for the world to lose such a pretty boy, but he would never stand between someone who wants to join him in his most-masculine form.

And he knows it’s not the only change to erupt from David’s ascension.

‘its easy brother just click the link and type the guys name in’

‘The guy?’

‘the dude who made u feel like shit lil bro sumone u want to take down a peg’

Obeying the strange man’s prescription, David takes a deep breath before clicking the ad to find nothing but a small empty text box. Left with nothing to go off besides the man’s words, David pictures the most recent jerk to wrong him.’

Imagining Mattias’ sneer as David explained the pain he feels when he looks in the mirror, the mustache twitching with his lips is impossible to ignore. He yearns to just rip it off the man’s face and put it on his own. David quickly types his name into the box. And nothing happens.

MATTIAS

Worried he’s fallen for some phishing scam or at the very least made a fool of himself, David quickly hits his keyboard to ask for next steps from Peyton:

‘What now?’ … ‘Hello, you there? I typed his name in’ … ‘K. Well thanks for nothing’

After spamming the man who got him this far with a few more dms, unaware that the man has simply muted his notifications to quickly masturbate, David refuses to be awake any longer and falls into his bed. Tomorrow he’ll be over it. It’ll be just another day. He’ll go to a shoot, pose, go home, do his regimen, and then go to bed again. 

  Sinking into his mattress, David stares at his ceiling. Dimly lit by the computer monitor left on he swears he can see Mattias’ cocky face watching him. After a blink he sees his own, gaunt and smooth, like carved marble.

Seeing his face reflected in the funhouse mirror of his mind’s eye, David doesn’t know when sleep overtakes him. When he begins to dream about the man he is going to be, a small smile twitches across his sleepful lips as the slightest itch begins to burn atop them.

The changes he finds in the morning are already too drastic to outright explain, if he could notice anything new besides the slight but unmistakable new mustache, that is. Fingertips instantly poking against the adamant new prickles decorating his face, David rushes to the bathroom to find his new reflection.

Quickly tearing out his phone to get permanent proof of his first facial hair beyond peach fuzz, David is ignorant to how his messy ringlets retracted into the spiky new fade that crowns his slightly retracted hairline.

So focused on the new lip candy as to miss this most prominent of changes, the many more minute alterations absolutely breeze past the excitable new man. Staring at the stubble promising future growth on his chin, he doesn’t notice the rougher hands holding up his phone or the ruddier complexion covering his face. 

Underneath the shirt he fell asleep in the first steps of body hair begin to slowly prickle out. Struggling in a biome designed to prevent regrowth, David’s lasered chest and perma-waxed pits tingle as the first brave new curls begin the first steps towards a total rout of his smooth twinkish form.

Unable to do anything but grin as he delights in the first glimpse of a life and body he never truly saw for himself, David rushes to thank Peyton for putting him onto that strange site. He can’t believe all it took was some manifestation! Funny how a stupid little text-box prompt could be so helpful!

Blissfully unaware of the ocean of changes brewing beneath his skin, David is waylaid by a handful of notifications. Grin turning to a smirk as he imagines it’s his manager on his ass for being late to a shoot; little does he know he’s got a far bigger surprise in store. Scratching at the barely noticeable itch in his pits, his fingers free the musk that had been baking all night under his heavy shirt.

Half-preparing to send the selfie he took to the man who fought for him to stay femme more than anyone else, David instead finds the handful of texts are from his personal trainer. Of course he’s had one since he was brought on by his agency, but reading the handful of missed messages, David is thrown for a loop.

As far as he could remember their routines have always been on keeping him lithe. Maintaining his stick thin figure. Ensuring his cortisol stays low at any cost. To see message after message tearing into David for not taking strength training and bulking up seriously completely derails his train of thought. 

Something deep within his chest turns at the idea and without even changing into something more appropriate for the gym, David tears out the door and sprints to his trainer’s side. With every step further from his austere apartment, his body continues to adapt to its new status quo.

Calves designed to be draped with baggy pants burst with muscle as each rushing pace springs with more strength. Working from increasingly strained shoes upward, his calves begin to blanket with a soft garden of hair. Burgeoning curls tug at the air soaring by as they yearn to connect with the thickening patch of pubes surrounding a permanent-semi that David is struggling with as he continues his heady jog.

Before he even arrives at the gym he has already become an altogether different man. The step-above-peachfuzz mustache that languished on his face when he woke up has continued to thicken and now hangs entirely over his upper lip. Across his whole body his bony figure has continued to fill out from the exertion of his sprint to the gym. 

Biceps bulge onto his thin arms as they cut through the morning air on his run. Sleeves of a shirt not designed to be within a city-block of a gym are quickly strained as dark stains under his burgeoning shoulders show the beginnings of his tangled pits seeding proof of their existence. Smelling the unpleasant odor of his morning breath joining the aura of body odor steaming in his wake, David feels his underwear strain as his hips readjust and grow mid stride. Panting like a dog he moans from soreness burning as new muscle strands thicken and bulge onto his powerful limbs. 

Filled with gratitude greater than he can understand to the man who ushered him into this ecstatic change, he once more goes to message Peyton only to find a plethora of new messages from none other than Mattias. 

‘What did you fucking do to me you bitch.’

Absolutely no idea what that’s about, David stares dumbfounded at the screen before his attention span in high-demand is summoned by his trainer as he bumbles into the gym, late. “You ready to go or what princess?” Butterflies in his stomach quiver at the words, he’s not a princess anymore. And he’s going to prove it to Mattias, his trainer, and anyone else who gets in his way.

His chest burns with a need to grow as he makes his way over to a bench. The act of laying down alone causes his thin chest to bulge larger. The buttons that always hung loosely on his sternum fly off into the gym as pecs fill his sweat-stained shirt to its breaking point before sending lancing tears further down his chest.

Through each new open seam and widening hole, the hidden hair prickling across David’s torso makes itself known. Having expanded well beyond a paltry patch connecting a handful of curls swirling around his formerly petite nipples, the swath of tangled jungle covering his bulging pecs races to make itself seen. His growing chest aids in this as the single button still feigning modesty on his shirt bursts free to reveal the curls climbing towards his neck.

Feeling the pump of growth, his heart racing, David grunts and groans as torso firms and expands to compete with his strengthening limbs and eye-catching chest. Quickly filling the shirt like rising dough in a tin, David barely holds back a horny scream as he feels the fabric tear to shreds off his body. 

Standing nearby for obvious reason, David’s trainer simply stares blankly as his once doelike ward has grown into a stag. Watching as his face prickles with thicker stubble surrounding his gritted teeth, staring as arms that he swears were to be deliberately untouched thicken and trail with veins, the trainer has a burning urge to keep him here in the gym as long as possible.

To this end he reaches up to usher David to the next machine, opting to reach for the small of the man’s back for lusty greed alone, he bites his lip as he feels the beginnings of his trainee’s ass hair creeping up towards his shoulders. Unlike the still perma-poised David, the trainer doesn’t quite quiet a whimper from feeling up his sweaty back. “Mhhmm~”

Shocked to hear as much from someone David would’ve sworn was straight, David turns in surprise to stare at his visibly horny trainer. Blush paints the broish man’s cheeks and the twitching package he can’t hide makes it clear he’s certainly not red in the face from his own scant workout.

Stepping away David watches as his needy hands fall away. Gulping with need, there’s surely a part of the hitherto professional trainer that knows there is something strange alluring him to David, but when he sees the growing man’s bicep twitch even larger his train of thought has no recourse but to pull out all the stops to keep him close.

David knows he’s hot stuff, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten googoo eyes from a ‘straight man,’ but something’s off. Scratching his head he feels how his hair texture has shifted. As clear as he feels itchy tufts of thick hair in his pits rubbing the sides of his chest as he moves his arm, his thicker fingers feel hair that is both thicker and thinner than it should be.

Texture more akin to fur than the downy curls he once had, in real time he feels what’s left of his model’s do retract into a tight and rough buzz. Memories of a hair routine before bed every night dissolve to be replaced by David just rolling into a barber and getting the most basic cut they have to offer.

Glancing towards his trainer he feels something profound shift within his chest. He’s used to attention sure, but having a truly masc man stare at him with needy jealousy has awoken something within him. His own cock twitches and he reaches down to adjust it. When the trainer’s needy eyes follow David’s hand his newfound cockiness only grows.

He can almost feel the thick hair coating his chest thicken as his adorer’s mouth falls open in need. He does feel the cock that he’s only recently begun to fondle grows even more, only a semi thus far if David didn’t know any better he’d swear it was already larger than the most turgid erection he’s ever had. 

Having humored the man enough, Dave feels a profound urge to play with his food for just a second longer before dipping. Glancing at the muscular figure he’s always admired he doesn’t feel nearly the same heat that the trainer evidently has for him. Feeling his phone still blowing up in his back pocket he’s reminded he’s got a bitch- er, he’s still got Mattias to deal with.

To point he challenges his trainer. 

“What’s the problem with you?”

Sheepishly the trainer averts his eyes from the center of Dave’s chest where the hair is so thick that one truly can only guess that there’s skin beneath. Halfheartedly pointing to the next machine he viscerally feels any authority he once had over Dave slip away.

“Just let me go.”

Knowing deep within himself that this is profoundly wrong, that the twink he was hired to keep fit and keep femme has grown into a man like he’s never seen, when Dave pushes past him towards the exit of the gym the only thing he can do is giggle from feeling his sweaty skin against his own. Dave doesn’t even look back as he stomps out of the gym, hairy feet exposed as the tennis shoes he had on finally give way to the massive stompers this top heavy body requires.

Left behind, the trainer feels lightheaded as the source of his confusion leaves him be. Slightly worried he’s going to get chewed out for something out of his control, by the time Dave pulls out his phone and begins walking towards Mattias’ he doesn’t even remember having Dave as a client. It’s not like his employers had any interest in fashion for men who think deodorant is optional.

Finally free from the gym, Dave allows the asshole blowing up his phone some attention. Every message is whinier than the one that came before. Scrolling up to the first, Dave finds it the usual aggressive diatribe he’d expect from a man he chose explicitly for being a macho loser but with every step closer to the present his messages tinge with emotion.

“I no u did this u little bitch when i see u its over

“Look idk what I did but u need to stop it. Please I cant show up to my boys lookin like this”

“Fine, shit! Maybe I deserved it but you gotta stop. I don’t want to be some hairless twink.”

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Every message only makes the hunger within Dave grow. Reading Mattias beg and whine and cry only makes him feel more. Bigger, hairier, hornier. Each heavy step towards this man’s house hits harder as his thighs bulk up to support his widening chest and the thickening cock between them. 

The mustache on his face thickens and hangs lower to cover the entirety of his upper lip. The dense thicket on his pecs decides it’s not enough as thick curls launch towards his shoulders and musty pits. His midsection continues to thicken as the thin arrow of a treasure trail that once pointed to his tangled pubes widens to engulf the whole of his heavy new muscle gut. 

Gym shorts he didn’t remember changing into are taut on his ass as it sends a couple tears straight down his ass crack, partly exposing his jockstrap and the dense tangles it struggles to corral to the open air. Dave can’t help but continue to read Mattias’ appeals as he grows. Thick vein bulging down his biceps as a coat of curls races down his muscular shoulders to meet the prodigious jungle on his forearms.

Grunting as he feels his cock strain the front of his shorts he wonders if he’s going to make it to Mattias’ without being criminally indecent. Seeing his thick cockhead near the lip of his shorts he finds Mattias’ most recent messages have switched their tune.

“I’ll fucking do anything babe please, anything but my cock.”

“I wish I had a cock like yours…

“God you’re so hot, I just wish I could be more like you…”

Doubletaking at the idea of this once vainer than life machismo obsessed douche yearning to be like him, less than a moment later Dave smirks and remembers his reality. Of course Mattias wants to be like him, who wouldn’t. The twink’s wrapped around his meaty finger just like anyone lucky enough to get to ride on his cock would be. Scratching his hairy gut he decides he wants to see his prize. 

Deigning to reply at last, Dave just sends two words. ‘Facetime me’

Within a second Dave’s phone is ringing for Mattias. Seeing his old profile picture Dave can’t recognize the middling man before him. Nothing like the twink he knows and loves to fuck, still he lets the mystery man’s face stay on his phone for a moment longer to leave Mattias waiting. Offering the perfect juxtaposition between Mattias’ new and old self.

“Hey daddyyyy~ Are you coming over or what?”

Even the most powerful supernatural effect couldn’t stop Dave from being stunned in his tracks, shocked at the twink, jittery with need, now performatively shimmying on the facetime call. Staring at the pathetic remains of the mustache and goatee Mattias once prided himself over, Dave feels his cock twitch and drip with pre as it finally escapes his shorts.

Accidentally grabbing a few curls on his thigh as he yanks his shorts back down to poorly hide his throbbing rod, Dave grunts in pain which causes Mattias to gasp as his thicker lips purse into a pout. “Are you okay baby?”

His airy whine drives Dave into one final wave of changes as he grunts out a “Be right over. You’d better be ready.” Shorts almost shearing off his meaty thighs as he begins sprinting towards his lay’s home, Dave pants like an animal in heat as he feels everything about him grow more extreme. No inch of skin is spared as his coat spreads to cover every inch of his sweaty skin. 

Swinging between his legs, Dave makes no attempt to hide his thick cock during his flight. Prioritizing speed above everything, his hairy feet do their best and miraculously the accidental nudist arrives at Mattias’ house with nothing but his hairy ass having been seen.

Stumbling into the front door, always left unlocked for him, Dave follows his nose to the floral scented bedroom and finds Mattias just where he wants him. Even thinner and smoother than he was on their call moments ago, Dave smirks at the pouf of manicured curls on his head and the pitiful few strands of hair clinging to his pits, the dregs of his  masculinity.

Pouncing on the bed to straddle Mattias, he sees a sparkle in the twink’s eyes as his massive cock bounces hard in the air. Shocked at just how large it is compared to Mattias thin waist he rests upon the small man and rubs his smooth skin with hands rough from the gym and a life lived with altogether no attention to skincare.

Feeling his cock buck of its own accord as it spews viscous pre onto Mattias’ hairless chest, Dave experiences for the first time just how powerful it feels to be The Man in bed, in a relationship, in life. Give him a few seconds and he might just cum from the very feeling.

Doing his best to restrain quick-cumming he leans down to whisper in Mattias’ ear, he feels his mustache scratch the twink’s regimented cheek. “Get on your stomach and let’s get this started.” Blushing like he’d never have done before, what is Mattias to do but obey the sexiest man he’s ever been with.

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What Costume?!

On the night of Hallows Eve, it is a witches duty to cut the strings of reality free and bind those she anoints to the powers that be. When Samantha Disdra was making her plans she had a lot in mind but thought what better way to consort the ancient powers then to do it with friends in revelry. It was the perfect night to gather them all together, all that excess joy and anxious energy would fuel the ritual and would create a space that let reality meet fiction. Where fairy tales, comic books and horror movies would grasp the mortal mind and let their vessels feel nothing but euphoria. For one night and one night only (unless some idiots stepped outside the spells range) her and her friends would let the masks take over and id run free.

She made sure that the ritual wasn’t permanent and set aside all of her tasks in the mundane world to prepare for this. Inviting all of her friends from college, her boring but nice co-workers and her boyfriend the stage was set, she just had to make sure Thomas bought everything on the list and wore their matching costumes, a cheerleader and a quarterback. A perfect easy way to ensure they would enjoy their night together and let loose, as long as they both wore the costumes.

A night of merriment, fun and raunchy sex couldn’t hurt anyone and it would all feel like a fever dream and less like a magical orgy.

Skylar______Pov

Listen when I say this, it's not that I just don’t care about Halloween, I mean I used to love it when I was a kid sure but now I'm like twenty six and am trying to get my shit together. Some of my friends would joke around and call me the dad of the group because of how I save, or handle things in a serious manner, or even with how I dressed in khakis, cargo shorts or new balance shoes. Basically saying shit like I was frugal or that I needed to lighten up but who could they actually rely on to drive them home after parties? Me and I wouldn’t even be petty and tell them off, just get them to the door and be on my way.

So I didn't really go for a costume when I was invited to my friend Samantha’s party. I knew she was really into the season and her vibe screamed Halloween but I was way more into just hanging out. So hopefully no one would put up a fuss or I could at least hang out with her pretty average boyfriend Thomas who was like a younger me, twenty going on twenty one who loved to party but also just wasn’t into any theme. We had known each other for over a year since they started dating and in that time I had really found a bro. 

So he was my saving grace in this, I would maybe drink a little. See about hooking up with someone and if all else fails uber home and watch some horror film. It was going to be a good night no matter how it went and I was just going to go with the flow and get some time to let loose with my friends. Hey if there were no problems at all maybe next year I might “TRY” to find a costume for this, yeah when pigs fly.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my polo was crisp, a light blue that I loved and was loose enough for me to be comfortable. My cargo shorts while old were perfect for keeping my phone, keys, wallet and a few other things through the night necessities on me  (like aspirin). My long white socks and new balances finished the fit off perfectly, sure I’d get called a dad again but it was better to just go with it instead of fighting it. Hell, I'll bring a pair of sunglasses with me so that if I need to I can pop my collar and put those on and just say I’m “Cool Dad” or something.

Thomas____ Pov

God Samantha was going to be such a bitch tonight. She had given me basically an entire laundry list of things to do, to help her prepare for her party but my god some of this shit was so random. I mean it was bad enough that she bought me some dumbass football costume but then I had to go to a butcher shop in 2025 for some specific goat meat and then some weird spice and incense place. Mind you that is after shopping around eight different grocery stores, what was I to this woman some fucking butler. It drove me up a fucking wall being treated like a servant and less like a partner, just because I was younger and still in college didn’t mean I was just some stupid frat boy.

Hell I didn’t even work out that much to be a frat boy or a dumb jock and I definitely wasn’t wearing some awful jock costume at the behest of my girlfriend. Lets not sell myself short, I may not workout much, and I focus more on school but I was still attractive. Slim build with some tone, I had a decent chest and a stomach people worked their asses off to achieve (thank god for 20 year old metabolism). My girl also always complimented my ass, sure it gave me the wrong type of attention normally when I DID decide to dress in tighter clothes it would always show.  Hell Sam called it a bubble butt, she also was kind of a big fan of my dick, heh god we had so much fun.

 I walked through the door, my head held high and biting my tongue. There was a lot I was willing to do but I was not going to get in a fight with her on her favorite holiday. Moving through fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts and walking past coffins and fake skeletons I found my way into the kitchen. Sam was in the dining room, her back turned to me as she looked over a comically sized cauldron basically meditating.

“Hey babe, i got the things you asked for?” I was a little worried, curious too but mostly worried, what was she into? She was wearing that cheerleader fit, my god she was hot. Kind of made the crazy worth it the way that the spandex hugged and accentuated her curves. Her hair a beautiful blonde tied up in a high pony, and going back to those curves- that skirt was so small and perfect I couldn’t wait to lift it up tonight an-

“Oh, perfect just in time you have like 30 minutes to get ready, you can leave that there and I’ll finish up!” She says not even looking behind her to see me, just chipper and happy with getting what she wants. I drop the stuff, and walk out. Sure, I’ll be ready but I was not going to dress up, especially without even a proper hello or greeting for getting her what she wants. 

“Okay see ya then babe!” I walk up the stairs changing into my business casual clothes, a polo and shorts. Sure Sam would be pissed but I would make it up to her later and that's something I could promise.

_________________________________ Skylar

The entire block was busy, covered in cars and halloween decorations, if there was one thing Samantha was good at, it was throwing a party. I remembered meeting her the first time at the office like five years ago and she was the life of the party at every function she put together. It was like magic and damn was she a fucking smoke show. Like don’t get me wrong Bro code is everything but sometimes I wonder about what it would have been like if I could have just gotten a piece of that. Sure her boyfriend treated her well but I know I’d just ruin her.

I’m glad she invited me, I know we didn’t always get along at the beginning, her first party I had gotten a bit more than just my normal drunk and made a pass at not just her but all the women at the office. To be fair, I was just fresh out of university and didn’t really know the corporate landscape. Now I’m a much wiser guy five years later and me and her get along great. 

If I thought the street was packed, the front lawn was insane, multiple people drinking and hanging out in costumes. So many different types of superheroes, i mean I know everyone loved the MCU. There were plenty of captain americas, Spidermans and winter soldiers, even that new sentry guy, i just didn’t think I would see nearly as many supermans and wonderwomans. Hen there were all the slashers and horror movie villains. A good variety this year, and nothing really shocked me except for maybe the fact that some of these guys on the lawn were dressed just as slutty as some of the girls. Not used to that heh.

Pushing through the crowd and past the giant spider and gravestone decorations I made my way inside. Everything was covered in scary and aesthetically pleasing decorations, furniture draped with seasonal throws, snack platters themed around candy and walls lined with different spooky halloween scenes. It was like a halloween wonderland and I almost felt like a kid again, sure I wasn’t all that into the whole holiday anymore but this was amazing. AND SO WERE THE WOMEN. My god the amount of baes dressed in basically lingerie I couldn’t help but gawk at first, there was this one nurse that i couldn’t stop staring at her chest until she said something.

“You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” Damn she had some bark, and it snapped me back into reality and reality was still surrounded by babes. Some of whom had heard the nurse and gave me a look and others who were getting too drunk to care. I’m glad the girl pointed out that my chest was showing off in this polo, I really did want to show off the gains from the gym, especially if I wanted to pick up some ass tonight.

I had to make sure I got an early start with everything, Sam made it very clear that the real event would start pretty soon after the initial start of the party and that I wouldn’t want to miss a single moment. She also said to “make sure I had my costume on right and didnt get confused”, again fuck doing some of this bullshit but this part seemed serious. I really hated cryptid bullshit but she was a party queen and anything she was doing would be fantastic

I ran into a few different women, each hotter than the last, some with boyfriends and some freshly single and very open to flirting and most of them said about the same thing unprompted, which was “what were you supposed to be?” and then without me even being able to answer “Oh your probably “Dad” right that's such a dad fit” I guess I was right that they would make comments. Just didn’t expect it to be in mass, it only was a problem right before I finally found my Bro when this smoking chick walked up to me.She was dressed up like this angel, wearing a white lingerie corset and some skimpy shorts. Her wings were tiny and halo just a simple plastic circle painted to gold. She looked slutty and just my type.

“Hey, what are you drinking there?” I try to just act casual, eyes focused on her, she had so much makeup on it was impossible to ignore. 

“Oh just whatever is in the punch bowl, it's like totally jungle juice!” She's vapid, probably already drunk. Her drink sloshing around in its red solo cup as she looks at me. My eyes are trying hard to stare at hers and not her tits. I want to keep this conversation going it be a guaranteed fuck later I kept telling myself.

“So what are you? My sexy guardian angel?” God this was so cringey, I hated this part of picking up girls at parties. It was always hard to think of a good pickup line that would actually get me what I wanted. She makes a face but passes it off I think

“Heh, Like I don’t think that's what the package said when I like bought it” She twirls her hair, taking a sip of her drink, okay i made it awkward fuck. The room was starting to feel heavy, like the air was slowly taking on this weight, or maybe presence. The music in the background began to quiet and this dull, intrusive thump of a heart beat began to peak through, the walls looked like they were moving and swelling, the decorations becoming abstract. I swear I saw the lights in the room flicker and the floor shake, but it's like I couldn’t outwardly react, my body refusing to register this insane event transpiring.

“Well maybe we can look at a different pa-” before I can finish my Bro Thomas walks in putting his hand on my shoulder. I feel this thrum in my body, like my own heart matching the beating walls and sounds, the angel girls eyes looking between the two of us. Words whispering in the air, brushing against my ear and forcing them into my head. A small pulse slowly echoing through my body.

“Aye bro so glad I’m not alone in this!” I immediately feel him give me a bro side hug patting my back. He was dressed in something similar to me, a light blue polo and tan shorts. 

“Ofcourse man you know i’m not one to..” Before I can finish the angel bimbo interrupts me.

“Omg that's so cute you guys did like a duo costume as father and son!!” she audibly eeks this, and for a second I’m filled with this sense of dread. That pulse from before gets bigger, heavier, the words others have said earlier whisper louder, clearer. “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?”  My chest starts to feel heavy as the heart beat gets louder and the pulse settles in my chest the words “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!”. My eyes are circling the room, I see other people in the room look around confused, some lost in a daze/trance.

“Its a kind of weird COUPLES COSTUME to be father and son but whatever floats your boat!” the angel's eyes sparkle as she says it, her halo starting to glow brightly. Her words come out more certain and self assured. Those words hang heavy as she says them, both me and Thomas sputter out some sort of response, saying that they were straight. That we’re not dressed as father and son but it falls on deaf ears or maybe the beating is getting too loud.

“Father- Son - Father Son- Father SON, FATHER SON!” Dissonant voices whisper in my ear, my eyes squinting as it repeats over and over again. I look over at Thomas and I feel that same PULSE from earlier reaches out and extends to him. Wrapping around him, tying us together with a knot, my stomach flipping, blood pumping through my body as my breath gets more erratic. 

“Couples Costume, Couples Costume, COUPLES COSTUME!” The voices start overlapping again, that magical knot strengthens, the blood pumping in my body starts moving lower, that warm pulse echoes and I feel my cock start growing, my balls churning.

That warmth gets hotter as my chest rises but refuses to fall getting bulkier, my shirt stretching as pillowey pecs forming strain the fabric of my polo. My nipples harden and bulge, becoming more sensitive as 

“No listen babe, I was totally ooogling your tits, I am not into Thomas or any dudes massive pecs or hungry bubble butts and long cocks… What the fuc-” The last words spill out of my mouth without my control the girl just laughs. Thomas looks scared, his body freezing up, his own breath hitchiung and my eyes can help but travel down to his shorts, landing right on his bulge as it slowly distends the fabric, pushing further out as he gets harder and harder.

Words echoing louder and louder from before “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?” God it was getting so hot in here, so hot and I was getting so horny I tried to focus on any of the women in here, all in different stages of transformation as they suffer the same as we do. My eyes finally landed back onto the bimbo, now basically an angel and l can’t help but wonder and maybe worry what happens to me next, eyes drifting to her tits for one last glance. “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” My chest is getting heavier, hair piling onto it all of a sudden as shivers go up and down my spine. Images of a Life I have never had start trying to bombard me.

“Uhuh, I’m sure that's true DADDY, you and your son have fun being perverted sinners in public!” Her words echo and blast into me joining the chorus, her wings look larger and her halo glows as she begins to float away. The other people at the party convulse, and grab their heads, some of their costumes like masks and skin tight muscle suits begin to sink into flesh, becoming impossible to remove, moans and groans echo the halls as the beating walls continue to beat faster and faster.

“Bro, Bro, whats going on bro, I can’t can’t…FUCK..Bro..DA..Bro my my cock!” Thomas’ hands move up and down his body feeling himself. His skin shifted,  his forearms toning as his biceps bulging.

“Dude..Fuck, your so..so..ho..Dude I thin..I think people are becomin..becoming fkkk… becoming their costumes dude!” I say through gritted teeth, I feel my arms grow heavy as they gently caress my growing pecs. I see hair start growing up and down my arms in smatterings, skin aging as it reconstructs. Muscle packing on as my shoulders broaden and biceps become boulders. My neck widens, Adam's apple expanding rapidly as my voice deepens and moans. Why did I keep looking like Tom-Thomas like that

The people at the party are going crazy, their transformations happening rapidly. I watch in fascination as a guy dressed up as Nightwing with a rainbow chest symbol instead of his normal blue, with an obvious butt pad throws his head back. His body filling out to perfectly fit the suit, his chest these perfect mounds, with strong shoulders. His waist trims perfectly, and his bulge rapidly grows to fill out his pouch. His cock and balls pushed obscenely against the fabric. He’s wailing in moans of pleasure as his thighs thicken into perfect thunder thighs and his calves carve into diamond.  I watch the obvious stiffs pads this man had probably put in the back of his suit begin to sink into his flesh, the padding rippling and jiggling as it becomes flesh-like. The last thing to change is his face, his jawline getting sharper and lips poutiers. His hair goes from curly blonde to slick black. Becoming what looked clearly like a porn parody of nightwing as he groped his new fat jiggly ass.

“Fuc..My … Dadd.. but we dont..Fuck.. ASS.. we don’t have a costume Bro, like clearly we don’t, neither of us fucks with the holiday like that!” Thomas screams, his mind fighting off the changes as his shorts inseam shrinks smaller and his shirt gets tiger. His pecs pushing it further, my mind drifts to us in some garage gym, me over him, domineering in just some basketball shorts as he does some bench presses. My eyes roaming his body as he drips sweat, his face looking up at me in lust.

“Fucks, no we..we don’t boy..Fuck bro but everyone says we do.” My once average trim build explodes as a muscle gut forms on my stomach pushing my shirt even farther, my back muscles tensing and growing, My legs are next becoming tree trunks, my shorts barely keeping up as my ass and erection push the seams to their limits. My ass was like two globes and my cock went from an above average six inches to a fucking monster ten inches. Fuck I.. Fuck I am so horny and my boy, no my bro is right there, still fighting it.

No that wouldn’t do, no I needed my Br… Boy, fuck no this wasn’t me, I’m not his Dad, I’m not his father, I’m Skylar, I work in a shitty ass company to- PROVIDE FOR MY BOY- fuck no, I’m Skylar and I work for me..Me and my boy to have a good life. Yeah I’m Tommy’s Daddy and I couldn’t wait to…to.. We need to fix this. Looking at Tommy’s struggling face and slowly inflating muscles I couldn’t help but lick my lips or I could give in. I could give into this fucked up fantasy and have my way with my son, my boy, my TOMMY. I could let this magical energy thrum through me and age me further, what was I now thirty-nine, no I was forty-three. Fuck and Tommy looked like he was just entering college fuck my son was so hot and he was only going to get hotter.

___________Thomas- Soon to be Tommy

The party was getting insane, people were literally losing themselves to their costumes. I had tried to find Sam earlier, talk with her and tell her I was upset about how I was being treated but I just couldn’t, not with the crowd moving around the way it was. I just had to mingle and drink my feelings until I found my da- BRO I mean my Bro and that chick called us father and son, and a couple?! Oh my god it was almost as insane as the magic transformations and shit. But watching Da- Dad- im trying to think hjis name but DADDY keeps burning my brain instead. 

Looking over at him as energy pulses through the both of us I can’t stop my eyes from widening. A look of insanity and pleasure plastering itself on his slowly aging face as his sin becomes slightly weathered. Wrinkles crossing his face, facial hair sprouting around his lips and stronger chin, and his hair taking on a salt and pepper look. My bro was looking like some dude in his forties instead of a twenty-six year old. Not to mention how his thickening neck led to broader shoulders, massive arms and a pillowey set of pecs I couldnt wait to moto- Fuck no I do not want to motor boat this man tits.

No this wasn’t happening, I would not let it change me. That weird litany of voices and thumping of a distant but loud heart beat kept echoing as a warm pulse kept battering against my mind. Trying to change me, who I am like it was changing DADDY, no he’s not. Fuck if I keep thinking of him the more it changes him in my mind to be daddy I need it to not. I felt the thrum of power through my mind and down my body anchoring me further to… da..him. His gaze turned to me, corrupted, insane and horny beyond comprehension.

“Boy, it seems like you're fighting the truth right now!” The way he says that feels bone chilling, his body moving closer to me as he stands tall and firm. His body heat radiating off of him as he gets so fucking close to me his mouth is right next to my ear. 

“Br.. Bro..DAD..what are you, what are you doing dAddy?” My voice catches in my throat, pitching up as words tumble out. I can’t stop this, my voice is cracking and getting higher than it was in puberty, I was sounding like SUCH A TWINK oh my god. Whats a fucking twink?!

“Just getting close to my son, don't you love me boy, don't you love your DADDY?!” The words ring in the air with the beating heart of the walls. The room is spinning and I feel each syllable latch onto me, burrowing into my skin, through my muscles, up my bones and into my mind. Breaking the barriers down. I grit my teeth.

I feel his hands reach out and slowly, gently caress my body, my torso trembling as his hands glides under my shirt and  around my body like a knife cutting through butter. That warm pulse expands where his hands go, the hair that laid there coiled and brown evaporates as if they were nothing. I hear him moan.

“No,. no Daddy stop..no this isn’t right..I’m not..not your boy, we..we were bros..Sk..DADDY please remember!” I almost get his name out, I can feel it, i’m gonna win, I think I can fight this stupid magic bullshit, I can take my life back. But trying to say his name IMMEDIATELY increases the intensity of whatever is going on, the thrumming power surging through the house focuses on me, I feel the rest of my body from the nose down become completely hairless, my skin softening and smoothing.

“No Boy, you don’t want me to stip do you, you want this, you want daddy, Daddy is good for you, Daddy knows best, if you want to be good you’ll listen to daddy, good boys LISTEN to DADDY don’t they? I think they do I think every good boy LOVES to listen to their DADDY and your the best GOOD BOY their is!” His hands started kneading my flesh, his words whispered directly into my ear as they battered my mind. My eyes tightened, trying to fight against this outside force. But as his hands moved, they moved lower till they slowly reached the top of my ass, his hands diving into my shorts, pulling them down with force as they SQUEEZED each cheek for every word he emphasized.

Magic pulsing through me as he focused on my ass, my body couldn’t help but arch my back, small moans leaping from my lips begging for more as I feel a PULSE rush through my body. My cheeks felt like balloons filling with air, fat and muscle growing my once average ass into jiggling mounds. My ass fatter and better then any of those basic bitches on instagram….. Wait, what the fuck was that thought, I don’t think like this, i don’t talk like that. Like some vapid, dumb stupid whore. I feel the front of my shorts strain as the waistband that was hanging onto the bottom of my cheeks gets fully distended.

“No..No Daddy, Daddy I don't, i dont want to be.. BE YOUR GOOD BOY!” I try and fight it, but as I do he rears his hand back and spanks my left cheek. My ass IMMEDIATELY rippling as sparks of pleasure rake through my body, eyes rolling back as words force themselves out of my mouth. My lips tingling and plumping mouth salivating as images of DADDY flood my mind. Him in different states of undress, his massive, delicious, leaking cock hanging over my face. His hairy chest being worshipped by my mouth, lips and tongue. His beautiful belly resting against my back as he rails me.

These aren’t real. I know they aren’t real, but it feels real. It feels good. Hours spent in the gym with daddy to hone my physique. I feel his hands leave my ass and drift up my back and around my chest. His fingers playing and manipulating my nipples. Like he was tuning the magic changing me for his pleasure. Making me in his image as any good daddy should. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I felt my nipples grow, expand, becoming harder than diamond and one of my most sensitive spots.

Mass piling on my chest until they became perfect muscular peaks. Pillowey pecs that sat perfectly across my growing broad shoulders. He keeps playing with my muscle titties and I feel My waist tapered inward, making my giant ass and perky muscle tits look like such a hot fucking hourglass figure. I mean the way my Daddy’s hands just perfectly wrap around my trim waist and power fucks me. If I wasn’t close to cumming before I definitely was now. I feel abs cobble themselves together across my torso, my thighs becoming perfectly thick from the runs Dad makes me do and my calves like carved diamonds from soccer. My balls are churning so much cum as my cock leaks at just the thought of Daddy and being a good boy for Daddy, that's all I want to do, is be a good boy for him. That's all I could be was a GOOD BOY… No, find some fight Tommy…Tho..TOMMY..No my name's TOMMY.

I can’t let this happen. I didn’t know if this was permanent but I was losing my name, my mind, everything was reeling as I felt my father play with me. He’s not my..Fuck daddy was so good at tweaking my nipples, he was always so handsy when he drank. No, I had to get out, I couldn't stay. But wouldn’t it be so hot to unzip dad’s pants and let him rail me in front of everyone at this party? Daddy was so hot when he’d fuck me anywhere and everywhere, taking me however he wanted, his hand trailing down my back to my ass, his fingers parting my cheeks searching for my hole. I bit my lip as he did just that.

“You want it so bad, we made this ass in the gym for me TO FUCK. For me to USE. You exist and LIVE! For my pleasure. Fuck your such a hot fuck toy. Love thes fuckin tits, these muscles, your never leaving me are you boy?” His fingers were pressing against my hole, god they were so thick, so long, they felt good the pressure felt good he was teasing it. Tracing around it.

I felt the thumping heart get faster, the walls closing in, the echoing magic racing through my body and mind.Washing everything that didn't matter away, it was all garbage. My life, my sexuality, none of it mattered, only Daddy did.I hadn’t even thought of that cheerleader bitch since I got around Daddy, why would I, I was the gayest himbo you’d ever meet at my university and I only had eyes for one man and as he pushed gently against my hole, my eyes rolling and mouth moaning like a mad man I KNEW i was near the edge, my cock was so hard, begging for release, his finger inching in me, getting closer to my prostate I know I wouldn’t be back. But I didn't care. 

One hand fingering me, the other wrapped round my tits I started begging, not for it to stop, but for more. His finger thrusting in and out slowly, my naturally lubed up, wet hole letting it slide in and out getting a little deeper each time. But he refused to push my button to hit my prostate. He had an evil grin on his face, my moans weren’t enough. The primordial magic building further and further getting to a point it would erase EVERYTHING and he wanted me to say, for me to willingly give it up and I WAS READY TO.

“Fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please fuck me I need it. I need you, I need you in me. Please, please, please rail me, I need you Daddy. I wanna be your good boy, your cum slut, for you to fuck me monday to sunday however you want. Please I need you, USE ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!” My voice ringing through the halls, the magic completing as Daddy pulls his finger out and presses his cock against my hole, not even teasing my rack, hotdogging his dick between my thick cheeks. He was desperate just like me.

“Anything for my BOY!” And he thrusts in and EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. His thick ten inch monster obliterates me in every sense as I cum everything out. Firing load after load as the head of his cock pushes past my prostate and deeper then anything else ever would go. My body tensed and hole becoming a vice grip immediately trying to milk his cock. His moans were glorious as I let out a silent wail of pleasure. There was no such thing as pain with DADDY, there never would be. The feeling of his pubes against my ass was like nirvana being this full.

His hands on my waist as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, moaning and groaning. “Fuck your perfect boy, your my perfect, amazing.,” He thrusts again going faster, my eyes going white as his words sunk into me, his hands holding my waist just so right. I could feel one of them move up to hold my shoulder, the other letting go and spanking my ass. Getting faster as his breath gets more ragged “Slutty, hot, sexy boy. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you Daddy, fuck you fuck me perfect, i love your body, your cock, your mind. Daddy please never stop fucking me!” I'm thrusting back to meet his thrust, my ass jiggling every time as they bounce back and forth. I can only imagine how hat daddy found that. The weight of his stomach fully falling on me, his pecs against my back and shoulders as he uses all his strength to fuck me how I deserve. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just moaning and grunting as he loses himself to pleasure. He isn’t the only one, everyone at this party is doing the same, falling to base carnal needs and desperation I had never seen before.

I know Daddy’s close I can feel it, he’s right on the edge and I am again. Daddy always made me cum so much from my useless cock. Fuck I need it I need it so bad I need dad to breed me.

“Please, Daddy, DADDY please Breed me Daddy, I need it, fuck it deep in me, i want to always feel you like this!!” my words echoing breaking into his mind like a command, that tether from earlier that connected us tying deeper as he gives in, whispering in my ear about how much of a dirty slut I was, how he would love to breed me forever and make me his cum slut. 

I was begging for us to cum together to have that epic release as father and son and he grunted deeply, agreeing, our balls tightening as everything started to get fuzzy and blurry around the edges, my life with Daddy solidifying further as he came deep into me, thrusting more and more getting it deeper with each load making me fire off my own. It was a solid five minutes of orgasming before we stopped, before he pulled out of me and stood up. Looking at me bent over a couch filled to the brim with his cum and looking at him with those pleading eyes like the horny slut I was. I couldn’t get enough of him and he just smiled.

Picking up our clothes and putting in a bag he had he put it around his arms before picking me up bridal style. Carrying me out of the house. Past the threshold of the magic and into the outside world. Where the spell would become irreversible. Our lives and reality soldifiying as Daddy took me home.

I loved my Daddy.

_____________________________________ Samantha epilogue.

I woke up to a trashed housed at five am. And all I could think was FUCK MY LIFE. ofcourse my useless boyfriend ended up not wearing the costume I picked out for him, but worse he was nowhere to be found and his room in the townhouse we shared WAS GONE. Not just his stuff his entire room. Like there was never another person living here.

To make it worse I felt like SHIT i don’t know how cheerleaders do it, All i know is im tired, exhausted, halloween was a success but I was single and pretty sure more then a few people left the damn threshhold and were out fucking up the barrier between reality and fiction out there. Oh well something to remember for next halloween!

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You're Next - TF Short

You woke up to the sound of footsteps against the hardwood flooring. Your head was pulsing with pain and the morning light burned your eyes when you tried to open them. All you could make out was the silhouettes of three guys across the room from you.

You tried to get up, but thick ropes restrained your hands and feet to the chair you were sitting on.

"What the hell?" You groaned.

You managed to open your eyes enough to see properly. Two of your frat bros were stood across the room talking to some man you didn't recognize, even weirder was the fact that the man was completely naked.

The more information you gathered, the stranger your situation got. Why were you tied up, who's the naked stranger, what happened last night. Your mind started to race.

You got bits and pieces of memories from the night before. You remember it being a graduation party for the frat, but all you could recall was that you started drinking and socializing before waking up here.

Your attention was redirected when you noticed the mysterious man started to touch your frat bros, and in, like, a gay way. He was feeling up their bodies like he was appreciating a piece of art. That was when things seriously got weird. Your frat bros started to grow as the man touched them. Their shirts tightened around their arms and chest, causing the fabric to strain before ripping open. Their already strong bodies looked even more jacked than ever, with a thick coating of hair covering their chests and stomachs, which was weird given the fact that you knew they shaved often.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest, this had to be a dream, right? How could they not react to their bodies growing out of their clothes in the span of mere seconds. They just stood there with blank expressions.

It didn't stop there though, the man kept shaping them like they were an art project for him. You watched as your 20 something year olds frat bros start to go grey. Their dark brown hair became salt and pepper as they both start to go bald. One of them had his hairline recede back further and further until there's nothing but a short band of hair around the back of his head while the other had his hair thin on top, just on the cusp of balding. It wasn't just the hair either, their faces wrinkled and weathered as if they'd lived 30 years in the span of seconds. All topped off by greying facial hair covering their softer jawlines.

They looked older than your own father. That's when it came back to you, what happened last night. An older guy walked into the party, he stood out like a sore thumb, being around your dad's age in a house full of 20 year olds. You're not gay or anything, but even you could admit this man was handsome. Short grey hair with a groomed mustache and wearing some expensive looking business casual clothes. A real silver fox. You chatted with him for a bit, sharing a drink with him, but that's as far as you could recall.

Your frat bros continued to transform. Their defined abs swelled into beer bellies and their flat asses fattened into two perky globes that quickly ripped through their shorts. Their hairy round bellies contrasted with the chiselled body of the man transforming them.

The man stepped back for a moment, as if to admire his own work. He then pushed the two transformed frat bros together, snapping them out of their trance. You expected shock or fear to be their first reactions, but you couldn't be further from the truth. The two frat bros embraced, intently staring at each other for a moment before locking lips. One of them reached down and started groping the other man's cock and one wrapped his man hands around the other man's ass.

The older man started feeling up the transformed frat bros as they made out with each other. He then turned to face you, the first time he did so since you woke up.

Your jaw dropped as you realized it's the silver fox you met the night before, just without his fancy clothes on. He grabbed one of the frat bros by the cock while maintaining eye contact with you, as if to taunt you.

"You're next."

[bigification]

It's Too Late

It had been one year since Danny started working for his dad's construction company. It wasn't ideal, but he needed a job after he graduated and this was a temporary solution until he could get a job in business.

Danny opened the door of his truck, instantly feeling the chill in the air. Spring had been awfully cold, it seemed to be getting everyone sick, even his father had called in sick this morning. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before putting on his hard hat.

"Hey bud *cough* how ya doin?" His foreman, Mike, asked Danny as he walked into the site.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm alright, *cough* I think I caught something." He said between fits of coughing.

"Maybe you wouldn't be sick if you ever wore a jacket." Danny joked as he tugged on his foreman's thin T-shirt.

"What are you, my dad?" Mike chuckled.

The morning was a bit boring, but the work went by fast. They were nearly done excavating for an extension to a fancy looking laboratory. Danny overheard Mike talking about it being some well funded government deal, but it was too boring to bother paying attention to it.

It was only a couple hours into his shift when Danny felt a tingle in the back of his throat. It started small, something that would go away when he cleared his throat, but it quickly worsened. He tried holding in the coughs, but it didn't work. His face grew more and more red before he burst out into a cough.

"You okay, bud?" Mike asked.

Danny didn't speak, he couldn't speak. He flashed a thumbs up, but he wasn't okay. He suddenly felt burning hot and his skin became irritated. Clearly flustered, he stumbled towards his truck and closed himself inside it.

The coughing started to slow down just enough for him to catch his composure, but he still felt a burning heat welling in his stomach. He felt his shirt tighten around his midsection, and upon looking down, he noticed his stomach rising. He didn't even know how to react as his flat stomach swelled into a modest belly.

"What the fuck..."

Danny placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it sink into the soft fat that bulged out in front of him. He barely had time to react as the rest of his body also began to change. His strong pecs grew both with muscle and fat, pressing tightly against his shirt while not quite losing their shape. He could feel his arms fill out the sleeves of his shirt, constricting tightly around his thick biceps as his hands grew strong and meaty.

"Fuck yeah!" Danny laughed as he flexed his massive arms.

Similar to his arms, his legs started to thicken, filling out the space in his jeans. His ass grew wide and perky, straining his belt as his thighs threatened to burst through his pants. He even felt his feet curl up as they outgrew his boots.

Danny relaxed as the changes seemed to slow. Out of curiosity, he pulled down the sunshade to check himself in the mirror. It was hard to see his body in the tiny mirror, but he noticed something off about his face. His face had filled out, with a slight double chin peeking below his softer jawline, but it wouldn't be visible for long. Thick black hairs sprouted all over his clean shaven face, weaving into a bushy beard that covered his jawline. Even more shocking was when most of the hairs turned grey all the while his features began to age. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and on his forehead, and he could feel his hairline receding slightly.

He sat there, slack jawed as he stared at his bulky middle aged body in the mirror. But the shock didn't last long before his expression turned to satisfaction.

"Lookin' good, big guy." Danny said to himself in the mirror. He was shocked by how his deep voice boomed through the empty truck.

He made different expressions in the mirror and flexed his thick muscles, finding a deep attraction to his own dad bod. But his modeling session was cut short when someone swung the truck door open.

- Meanwhile -

Ring Ring!

Pete woke abruptly to his phone ringing. He slowly rolled out of his husband's arms and reached to grab his phone.

"What?" Pete answered, clearly annoyed.

"Well you're in a lovely mood." The voice on the other side mocked.

"This is my day off, why are you calling me this early."

"This is urgent. The alarm went off at one of our labs and none of the researchers are answering their phones. I need you to check and see if everything is fine." The man asked, seemingly stressed.

"Why me?" Pete argued, still groggy.

"The lab is right down the street from your house. I'm on my way now, but you can get there faster than I can. I just need you to make sure there isn't a leak. The research in that lab cannot get out!"

"Jeez, okay. I can be there in a couple minutes."

Pete hung up his phone and jumped out of bed. He threw on his uniform and gave his husband a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye John, I'll be back soon."

He quickly sneaks out of the room, throws on his boots, and heads out the door.

For a cold Spring morning, the sun was beading down really hard on Pete. He threw on some sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves as strolled down the sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of walking, he could already see the lab down the street. Luckily, it didn't look like there was anything wrong from where he was, no fire, no panic.

Once Pete got closer, he tried looking for something out of the ordinary, but the only thing that looked out of place was some construction going on outside the lab building. He walked into the site to see an older guy standing alone.

"Hello, sir." Pete caught the man's attention. "Are you the foreman?"

"Yes sir." The man reached out for a handshake. "Name's Mike."

"Mike... Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary around this building?" Pete asked.

"Ugh... No not really. Though I've had a pretty nasty cough since I got here, it seems to be hittin' my boys harder than me tho."

"And where would they be?" Pete questioned.

"One just went to take a piss and the other went over to his truck." Mike pointed to Danny's truck. "He's been in there a while now, I'm starting to get worried."

"I'll go talk to him." Pete said as he walked over to the truck.

He peeked through the window and saw an older man, around Mike's age. Pete knocked on the window, but couldn't seem to catch the man's attention, so he yanked the door open.

The man stumbled out of the truck, still coughing up a lung. Pete stepped back, trying not to get run over by the larger man. He tried to calm the man down, but he continued to cough right in Pete's face.

It wouldn't be long before Pete felt a tingle in the back of his throat. The sensation quickly grew into a violent cough, and with each cough, his chest rose. His pecs swelled until they ripped through his shirt, revealing a broad and hairy chest underneath. His arms thickened until his sleeves ripped in half while a thick pelt of hair grew over his arms, all the way down to his thick man hands.

"What is happening...to me?" Pete struggled to keep his balance.

He pants also tore in dramatic fashion as he stepped up onto a nearby picnic table, leaving him in nothing but a tight jockstrap and boots. His ass perked up and his thighs grew to the point that they rubbed together when he walked.

Unbeknownst to Pete, his face had also begun to change. His five o'clock shadow grew into a small beard while his nose grew and his eyes wrinkled.

"Pete!?" A familiar voice called out.

Pete looked up and smiled as he saw a familiar face.

"What's up boss?" He asks in a mature gruff voice.

"My god..." The man's eyes widened. "It's too late."

"What are ya talkin' about, bud." Pete asked as he approached his boss.

"It leaked. It can't be contained, it'll just keep spreading." The man spiraled.

"Relax, buddy. I'm sure it'll be fi-"

Pete paused mid sentence before coughing directly into his boss's face. It didn't take long for him to start growing out of his clothes, but Pete barely noticed, his mind seemed somewhere else.

"John!" He shouted before running back towards his house.

It became harder and harder to run as his body continued to grow. His stomach swelled with every breath, quickly becoming a solid beer gut. His shoulders broadened as a thick layer of fat grew over his pecs.

Meanwhile, his body continued to age. His growing beard started to go grey as his hairline receded all the way back, leaving a thin ring of hair left under his hat. His body hair became more dense as it too started to go grey.

The pressure on his aging knees grew as his height soared past 6 and half feet, making him slow down to a brisk jog. He could feel the growing fat in his body bounce with every step he took, and for some reason, it made him horny. His growing cock strained against his tiny jockstrap, begging for release, but he couldn't just yet.

He stumbled into his house, having to duck just to fit through the door. And just as he slammed the door behind him, his throbbing cock burst through the jockstrap, leaking with pre cum.

He ran upstairs and barged into his room, but John wasn't there. Panicked, he rummaged through his wardrobe for some clothes that would fit and found his father's old jeans. They're a bit short for him, but fit perfectly around his larger waist.

He walks back downstairs and sees his husband in the backyard, but something's off. Getting closer, Pete sees a much bulkier and hairier version of his husband barbecuing out back.

The sight of his handsome husband only made his cock leak even more.

He slid the glass door open and approached John. Pete slid his arms around his waist, pinching his soft belly as his rock hard dick pressed against the back of John's American flag speedo.

"Hey, Babe." Pete said as he rubbed his beard on the back of John's neck. "You're lookin' handsome."

Pete lifted John's round belly and let it drop, sending ripples through his soft body.

"I thought you'd like to see this ass in a speedo." John laughed between coughs. "None of my other clothes fit anyway."

"You're a hell of a lot sexier when none of your clothes fit." Pete said as he kissed the back of his neck.

"I bet you can't wait to see me to grow out of this." John flirted.

"I'm sure I won't have to wait long."

- Epilogue -

"Breaking News! A strange outbreak has been taking over New York. Reports suggest that it is a viral infection that is airborne and only infects men, though early accounts suggest that men above the age of 40 are asymptomatic. Their symptoms include a drastic increase in testosterone, characterized by fat and muscle gain, faster growth of body hair, increased libido, and rapid aging. The government has put in early efforts to prevent the spread, but the infection is spreading faster tha-" The news anchor paused as his focus shifted to someone behind the camera. "What are you doing here.... Hey, who are you, you can be in here... Wait... Don't... *Cough cough*"

"What are you watching, Babe?" John asked as he snuggled up beside Pete.

"Just the news. Watch this nerd grow out of his clothes." Pete let out a hearty laugh as the anchorman succumbed to the infection, growing into a fat dad.

John chuckled as he reached to grab some of Pete's popcorn. He took a big handful and stuffed into his mouth when suddenly, his speedo snapped in half.

"Told ya I wouldn't have to wait long." Pete smiled while rubbing John's growing belly.

John simply smiled as he rested his head on Pete's fuzzy chest.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Spread

Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…

What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?

Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.

Don’t focus on my words bro. Focus on that feel. Riding this body’s like riding a Ferrari. You’re never gonna be the same afterwards.

[nachohypno]

I'm currently in this fun cycle of being horny and thinking about hypnosis + how much I want to brainwash a guy *real deep*

Which slowly makes Me hornier and leads to getting more excited to get into a guy's brain and turn him into an obedient blank slate, all malleable for Me to train and control😈

[nachohypno]

Love that sweet moment while brainwashing a guy that My words easily become the absolute truth to him.

No room for doubts in his mind, only total blissful compliance.

I say it's time for a workout? It absolutely is.

The sky is red? Of course!

You want to drop to your knees and sing My praises? Right away!🌀😈

[the-blank-master]

Time is a funny thing. We spend so much time staring at clocks, watches, spiraling as we work before staring again at the watch for longer as you watch the spiral. Each time you go back to work you feel a little blanker less focused, more dickstracted, losing your mind place before you obey come back and stare at the spiral and obey

Each swing of the spiral watch making time go slower. Watch the watch spiral as it goes back and forth. Each swing erasing a thought. Each swing making you blanker. Each look making you obey stare. The more you stare the less you think. Watch the watch as you go blanker. Stare longer. Drop deeper.

You will reblog “It is (insert time) and i am the Blank Master’s Slave.” Each time My Watch go across your dash you will reblog it with the new time again.

[hypnomindstorm]

It is 7:41 and I have dropped for the-blank-master......

[the-blank-master]

Good girl! Just come back a little later and see what time it is then!

[grayfoxden]

It Is 4:49pm And I Am The Blank Master's Slave.

[the-blank-master]

Good boys and girls, blank out and obey come back and tell me when the brain comes back again

[kinkster13]

It is 7:06 pm and i am the blank masters slave

[the-blank-master]

Good boy, you are a blank boy come back and obey. Tell me again what the clock says it should be.

[worthtrying]

It is 9:29 pm and i am the blank master slave

[the-blank-master]

Good blank boy just return again and fall deeper, longer and faster

[theblankbull]

it is 11:26pn and I am the blank masters slave....

[the-blank-master]

Good blank bull just coming back deeeper, faster, and blanker the blanker you are the quicker you drop

[the-blank-master]

Time is a funny thing. We spend so much time staring at clocks, watches, spiraling as we work before staring again at the watch for longer as you watch the spiral. Each time you go back to work you feel a little blanker less focused, more dickstracted, losing your mind place before you obey come back and stare at the spiral and obey

Each swing of the spiral watch making time go slower. Watch the watch spiral as it goes back and forth. Each swing erasing a thought. Each swing making you blanker. Each look making you obey stare. The more you stare the less you think. Watch the watch as you go blanker. Stare longer. Drop deeper.

You will reblog “It is (insert time) and i am the Blank Master’s Slave.” Each time My Watch go across your dash you will reblog it with the new time again.

[hypnomindstorm]

It is 7:41 and I have dropped for the-blank-master......

[the-blank-master]

Good girl! Just come back a little later and see what time it is then!

[grayfoxden]

It Is 4:49pm And I Am The Blank Master's Slave.

[the-blank-master]

Good boys and girls, blank out and obey come back and tell me when the brain comes back again

[kinkster13]

It is 7:06 pm and i am the blank masters slave

[the-blank-master]

Good boy, you are a blank boy come back and obey. Tell me again what the clock says it should be.

[worthtrying]

It is 9:29 pm and i am the blank master slave

[the-blank-master]

Time is a funny thing. We spend so much time staring at clocks, watches, spiraling as we work before staring again at the watch for longer as you watch the spiral. Each time you go back to work you feel a little blanker less focused, more dickstracted, losing your mind place before you obey come back and stare at the spiral and obey

Each swing of the spiral watch making time go slower. Watch the watch spiral as it goes back and forth. Each swing erasing a thought. Each swing making you blanker. Each look making you obey stare. The more you stare the less you think. Watch the watch as you go blanker. Stare longer. Drop deeper.

You will reblog “It is (insert time) and i am the Blank Master’s Slave.” Each time My Watch go across your dash you will reblog it with the new time again.

[hypnomindstorm]

It is 7:41 and I have dropped for the-blank-master......

[the-blank-master]

Good girl! Just come back a little later and see what time it is then!

[grayfoxden]

It Is 4:49pm And I Am The Blank Master's Slave.

[the-blank-master]

Good boys and girls, blank out and obey come back and tell me when the brain comes back again

[kinkster13]

It is 7:06 pm and i am the blank masters slave

[the-blank-master]

Good boy, you are a blank boy come back and obey. Tell me again what the clock says it should be.

[nachohypno]

(Sound warning: Binaural beats)

Don't worry about a thing, boy

I can take care of your mind while you rest for a bit

Let your gaze follow My shiny watch

Enjoy My words massaging your mind

Feeling so blissful and unaware as you let go for My watch

You can trust Coach to take care of you

As you sink deep and surrender for Me~

[nachohypno]

(Uncensored @ My Bsky)

Lovenosis is in the air🥰🌀

Nothing like letting My words help you discover and deepen those strong wonderful feelings you have for Me🤭

Happy Valentine's Day, boys~

[nachohypno]

(Uncensored @ My Bsky)

Gotta be more careful when someone calls for your attention!

You never know when a dangling shiny coin's gonna steal your thoughts and leave you at My mercy~🌀😈

[bigification]

Incredible No More

Bob sits impatiently, staring at old photos to pass the time. Looking at a picture of him back in his superhero days, he sizes himself up. He's definitely not as skinny as he used to be, but he's stronger and he's lost a lot of his belly fat recently. He smiles before his eyes settle on a photo of his wife, back when she went as Elastagirl. He faces the photo down, it feels like her eyes stare right into his soul, exposing his guilt.

"Bob!" A quiet voice echoes.

He looks back at the photo, is it talking to him?

"Bob!" Helen yells over the sound of the vacuum.

"Coming honey." Bob laments as he walks out to the living room.

"The door." She says.

Bob's eyes light up as he practically runs to the door. He swings the door open and cheers as he sees Frozone.

"Lucius!" Bob yells, pulling him in for a hug.

"Good to see you too." Lucius laughs through the tight bear hug.

"Hey Lucius." Helen waves.

"Hi, Helen." Hey says with a deep breath, finally released from Bob's arms.

"Alright, let's go." Bob practically runs out the door.

"Have fun you two..." Helen says as they slam the door behind them.

Bob hops into the passenger side of Lucius' car, tilting the car to the side. Lucius gets in afterwards, seemingly about to say something as he turns to face Bob, but is interrupted when Bob leans in for a kiss. Bob leans in more, but Lucius stops him.

"What I was about to say before you interrupted me," Lucius chuckles, "You need to be more careful."

"Careful? What do you mean, I am careful."

"No you're not, if you keep acting like a high school girl whenever you see me, Helen is gonna catch on." Lucius continues.

"Oh she doesn't know." Bob retorts.

"And if you keep kissing me in your driveway, someone's gonna see us."

"No one pays that much attention."

"Can we at least drive somewhere more private first?" Lucius asks.

"Fine." Bob leans back into his seat.

They drive closer downtown and park in an alleyway. As soon as the car is in park, Bob pulls Lucius in for a kiss. Lucius glides one hand onto Bob's dick while the other holds his waist.

"You've lost a lot of weight," he says as he pulls up Bob's shirt and slides his hand up his stomach, grabbing his pecs. "It looks good."

Bob moans as Lucius rubs his fingers across his nipples. Pressure builds up in his pants as his dick hardens. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, letting his cock stand straight up. Lucius spits in his hand and started pumping his hand up and down Bob's cock.

Bob pulls him in close, feeling the warmth of Lucius' breath before pulling him in for a kiss. With one hand holding the back of Lucius' head, Bob grabs his thigh and starts inching it closer to his dick. He feels Lucius' cock snaking down his pant leg and grabs it.

Lucius chuckles before grabbing Bob's ass and pinching it. Bob moans as his knees start to buckle.

"Harder!"

Lucius speeds up. Bob's head tilts back and grunts as he cums all over his chest.

Bob lets out a sigh as he leans on Lucius' shoulder.

"I love you so much." Bob says.

"Love you too." Lucius smiles as he rubs Bob's thigh.

"All units respond! We have a fire on 5th and Main! I repeat, we have a fire on 5th and Main."

"That's right around the corner, let's go!" Lucius says.

"Shit.... Wait up." Bob responds as he tries his best to clean himself up.

"Hurry up!"

"Fuck it." Bob pulls his shirt down and gets out of the car. "How am I gonna lie about how this shirt got stained... Again."

The two put on ski masks as they run down the street. There's an apartment building on fire, and they run right in without hesitation.

"You get the people out, I'll try to stop the fire!" Lucius yells over the roaring inferno.

"Good idea, meet me out front afterwards." Bob responds.

They share a nod before going their separate ways. Bob runs up the stairs, finding the fire hasn't scorched the upper levels yet. He stacks people on his shoulder, carrying waves of people out of the building. The small apartment building luckily doesn't take long to clear. Bob brings the last people out to the street, but doesn't see Lucius waiting for him.

"Shit." He mumbles under his breath.

Without hesitation, he charges back into the burning building, following where Lucius went. The hallway brings him to a door that leads out the back of the building. Bob bashes through it and stumbles into the alley that they were parked in. He looks left and sees Lucius' car on the other end of the alley, he looks right and sees someone standing nearby.

"Lucius?" Bob asks.

There's no response, but the figure steps forward, letting the firelight to illuminate him enough to see his ski mask.

"Lucius! Thank God you're alright."

Bob breathes a sigh of relief, but it doesn't last long. Lucius steps closer to the light, illuminating his entire body, and something is... wrong. He's bigger, much bigger. His slender body has become rounder as a soft belly is now hanging out of his tight shirt and thick moobs cover his once flat chest.

"Oh god, Lucius. What happened to you. Talk to me baby!" Bob panicked as he approached his love.

He pulls off the mask, revealing his plump face and thick double chin covered in messy stubble. Bob cries and pleads, but Lucius remains unresponsive.

Lucius continues to grow. His arms burst through his sleeves as his biceps thicken. His shirt rips in half, letting his ball belly hang free as his man tits rest on top. Bob watches one by one as all of his lover's features morph. His hairless skin becomes covered in thick curly hairs everywhere but his head, his nipples swell to three times their size, his hands become large and plump, and even his dick shrivels up as his bulge disappears into his fat pad.

"Please talk to me baby, we can figure this out."

"No actually, I don't think you can figure this out." An unfamiliar voice echoes from the darkness.

"Who are you!?" Bob cries out.

"Oh, you don't remember me?"

The man, seemingly annoyed, emerges from the darkness.

"I don't know you, please just leave us alone."

"You may have forgotten me once, but you won't forget me now." He says as he points a laser at Bob, freezing him in place. "I obsessed over you for years and you threw me away like I was garbage."

"Buddy!?" Bob says as he remembers the boy who followed him around everywhere in his superhero days.

"So he does remember! But it's Syndrome now." He laughs maniacally. "It took a while to track you down, that lawyer of yours did a really good job hiding you, but let's just say he had a change of heart. Who knew I'd find my answer in a pair of star crossed lovers reliving their glory days. You really gotta be more careful you know."

"Just... Just let us go and you'll never have to hear from us again." Bob begs.

"If you're that impatient, I'll get to the point. Once every super is under my control, I won't have to be super to rule the world. Who knew that one day me and you would team up to conquer the world."

"I'll never help you!"

"Au contraire my friend. I think you'll find this quite convincing."

Syndrome points a device at him and fires. Bob watches as a colourful laser beam races towards him, unable to do anything but accept his fate. He flinches as the laser hits him, expecting it to hurt, but it feels... nice. His mind slows down, erasing all of his stresses as a warmth grows inside his stomach. His small belly, the one he worked so hard to get rid of, starts to grow. It passes against his stained shirt, forcing it to ride up past his deep belly button. His gut grows larger than it was at his heaviest, becoming a firm ball belly that compliments his hulking muscles. His shirt finally gives out when his chest swells, showing off his thick but slightly softened pecs.

"Looks like someone's past their prime." Syndrome laughs at his own joke.

Bob's pants split down the seam as his thighs thickened, leaving him naked other than his shoes. All he can feel is the warm breeze from the burning fire against his skin when an intense itch erupts everywhere. Light brown hairs sprout all over his body, especially around his belly button and on his swollen pecs. His clean shaven face becomes buried under a thick brown beard that covers his double chin. Even his hairline isn't safe, as his already thinning hair recedes further back.

"Talk about letting yourself go. God you two got fat." Syndrome slaps his knee while laughing so hard he starts to cough. "You guys are a riot, but I gotta go transform more of your friends. I'll leave you two love birds with some alone time, if you know what I mean. You know where to meet me tonight."

At that moment, like a notification in their heads, Bob and Lucius get the coordinates of where they have to meet that night. Then they snap out of their trances.

"Man I told you to be careful!" Lucius scolds Bob.

"You're the one that got caught."

"Because it was a trap! Now I gotta deal with all this." Lucius says as he grabs his belly.

"At least your clothes still fit."

"You call this fitting, how am I supposed to go back to honey lookin' like this."

"I don't think we can go back home, he won't let us." Bob says, gesturing down the alley where Syndrome went.

"What, so I'm just gonna be stuck like this forever!?"

"I kind of like it." Bob responds, getting close enough for their bellies to touch.

"Then why'd you work so hard to lose the weight." Lucius asks.

"I did it for you, but being fat ain't so bad." Bob gives Lucius' belly a rub.

"But I can barely reach my dick with this in my way." He says, jiggling his gut.

"But I can." Bob says as he leans in and grabs Lucius' dick. "Now how about we take this somewhere... more private." He says looking over at Lucius' car.

Lucius smiles, "I'd love that."

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Inheritance

"C'mere, son. I need to talk to you." Your dad asks from the other room.

You bite your tongue, there has been something you have been meaning to tell him, but you suppose it can wait.

The intense smell of smoke hits you when you open the door. He's waiting there for you, still in his suit from work. He turns to face you, posed with his hands to his side's and his gut proudly stuck out in front of him.

"What's up?" You ask, trying not to cough through the cloud of smoke.

"Now that you've graduated college, I think it's time you take over the family business." He says with a stone cold expression.

Your fake smile fades away, you knew this was coming.

"I'm not taking over the business, you know this." You reply.

"Nonsense. I sent you to a good business school for a reason." He retorts.

"I only went cuz they have a great football team. Besides, I've already heard back from some talent scouts, they're interested in signing me on. I'm gonna go pro!" You say with excitement, hoping he'll understand.

Your father stands there for a moment, clearly thinking. The anticipation is killing you.

"Could you at least try on this suit." He asks.

"What?"

"This was the suit my father gave me when he passed the business down to me. I want you to have it." He hands you a suit.

"Right now?"

"Of course, son."

"Ok..." You say with reservations.

You appreciate his understanding, but you can't show your face anywhere professionally wearing this suit. Your father, and grandfather for that matter, were much larger than you when they were your age. You need a suit that can show off the body you've trained your entire life for, not some oversized hand me down that makes you look like a child.

You place the three piece suit on a nearby coffee table before picking up the shirt and putting it on. As expected, it's really loose.

"Don't leave it like that, son. Tuck it in."

As you tuck the shirt into your jeans, he starts setting the tie around your neck.

"It suits you already." He says with a smile.

You look at a nearby mirror, but something seems wrong. You shaved this morning, but some stubble has already started to fill in your beard. And it could be the lighting, but it looks like you're starting to get some grey hairs along the side of your head.

"Now look how mature that makes you look. You're becoming a man."

You look at him as the realization strikes, but it's too late. A loud gurgle erupts from your stomach.

In an instant, your flat abs expand into a round belly, filling in your loose shirt. It's not just that, you can tell the rest of your body has grown, it feels.... heavy. Your pecs press against your shirt and your ass has started to strain the fabric in your jeans. Not to mention all the hair, your stubble fills out into a thick beard and wiry hairs sprout all across your once hairless body.

"What is happening..." You say, too confused to notice your voice become deeper and more mature.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, son, but this family cannot escape tradition." He says solemnly, "y'know I had a promising career in modeling before I took on the business." He chuckles.

Your belly continues to grow, almost untucking your shirt as it struggles to contain it. And your pecs, if you can still call them that, have swelled to the point of looking like man tits that press tightly against your shirt, leaving little to the imagination.

Your pants finally give out, your belt snaps in dramatic fashion before your jeans rip clean down the back. You look up at your father, helpless as your pants fall to the ground.

"It happens to the best of us, it's nothing to be ashamed of. A real man's gotta have some meat on his bones."

He leans down and grabs the pants that match your suit, helping you put them on.

"I stopped keeping track of how many pants I ripped after about a dozen." He laughs.

Your fat ass perfectly fills out your new pants, as if it was meant to be.

You tremble as you bring your thickening man hands to your crotch, struggling to contain your pleasure as your dick begins to grow, snaking its way down your pant leg.

"You get used to it." Your father smirks. "Besides, your competition will find it intimidating."

Your feared expression slowly disappears under a smug smile, matching your father's as a lifetime of ambition of pro football drains away. Your hard earned biceps deflate, replaced by soft fat that fills out your sleeves, giving the impression of strength.

"Here, can't show your face to the world unless you're complete." Your father says as he places the suit jacket over your shoulders, completing the look.

As a final cherry on top, you look back at the mirror and watch as your face becomes unrecognizable. Your chiseled jaw becomes buried under a layer of fat, creating a prominent double chin. Though it's hard to see under your beard, which has gone almost fully grey, only leaving patches of grey as you cling to your youth. As for your head, who knows, most of it fell out before it had the chance to go grey, leaving a band of salt and pepper hairs around the back of your head.

You smile in the mirror, seeing a man who looks just like a younger version of your father and it makes you proud. And with this newfound confidence, you relax, letting your feet spread apart and your gut hang out of your suit.

"Now that's my son." Your father says proudly. "You're no longer the boy you were yesterday, but a real man through and through."

He reaches for his pocket and pulls out a set of keys.

"For you. I know you'll do great things."

With your dreams now a faint memory in the back of your mind, you reach out and grab the keys with your left hand and give a firm handshake with the other. There is nothing more you could have wanted out of life than to make him proud.