Making Alphas

"Does this look good?"

"No lol"

Even after accidentally stealing all the masculinity and good looks from the top jocks, he's still the Nate I fell in love with. The nerdy dude who thinks that a sweater sweatpants combo is appropriate date attire.

"How about now?"

"..."

"Let's skip the date. I'll be waiting in my room..... nerd."

"I don't think you'll fit....." Jun, lithe asian twink, said, looking back at his towering partner.

"Sweetheart, I've done this a million times with men much smaller...." Thor said in a reassuring tone. "If you feel uncomfortable, we can stop right now.... I can wait until you're ready." He is frustrated, but he understands his boyfriends anxiousness. A sheltered virgin whose first experience will be his 7 foot tall boyfriends footlong pole..... Of course he's kinda scared. He loves him more than he cares about getting off though, and he's sure to communicate this.

Jun looks back at him. The part about this boyfriend's former partners unintentionally hurting him more than it should. He's ashamed that he couldn't even bring himself to please his studly boyfriend.

He can get anyone in the whole campus, and yet he picked the one who's scared of him...

Putting that monster in him is scary, but his love leaving him is far scarier.

"A-alright, please be gentle....."

"Okay, I'm putting it in.... let me know if it's-"

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Thor looks around in confusion. The at-least-footlong cock in his mouth, bull-like balls resting in his chin, his now small body! This can't be happening! He was just about to take the next step with his boyfriend!

"Fuck fag. Why are you stopping?" Thor looks up, and he sees him. Jun, his boyfriend.... at the very least his face. Cause everything about him screams alpha.... the backwards cap, cocky smirk, huge muscles.... This isn't Jun, this is-

"Do I have to do it my goddamn self!" Jun, the campus alpha looks down on the white cumdump whose name he doesn't even know. He grabs him by the back of his head and starts pounding him senseless.

SLAP

This faggot is even trying to pull out!.... As if it got something important to say. "Keep pushing my buttons, and I'm gonna throw you out. I got millions lining up for a fuck, white trash."

The longer he looks at the faggot though, the more he feels something strange.....

Fuck it, who is he to make me think like he's important!

Online

I rushed back to the computer as I heard the notification. I had waited for a few days for the next stream, prepped with lotion and tissues.

"Yeah, you like it when I flex like this huh?"

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My parents built their empire through hard work, so they tried to push me to work hard myself. Problem is, why should I? We're rich? I can be jobless for 100 years and still fly private jets each day. I resisted in every turn, but they got me by the end.

They passed away, and the requirement for me to get my inheritance is to work and do it successfully. So I chose the most fun job I can think of, streaming.

I bought the most expensive rig money can buy and just started going at it. Problem is, I wasn't getting as much money as is required by the will, and the deadline was getting closer. So, I made a shortcut.

I knew that to succeed easily, I had to be either a hot girl or man. I wasn't about to get myself new tits, so I chose to be as masculine as science permits. With a promise of hefty investment, a startup designed a custom enhancement to do just that. One which arrived the same day it was packed in europe. One which has apparently been consumed by the maid/adopted son.

Luis was an orphan that my parents took in during one of their trips to the third world. He's not exactly treated as an equal, but what did he expect? He's not blood. He's lucky my parents set him some money aside for school and that he's still living in MY mansion. Now he dares to steal my stuff.

I can hear the grunts coming from the state-of-the-art gym I built for what should've been my new body.

"Luis! Who gave you permission to take my shit?! You're fucking out I tell you! Out! Get the fuck o-"

I turn the corner only to be face-to-tit with the new Luis. Right away, I can smell the wafting man musk of the alpha body, a trait the company promised would be extra potent. I have met kings, billionares, and even secret trillionares, but this is truly the first time I felt inferior. A booming voice orders:

"Lick."

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It wasn't hard to transfer my rights according to the will to him. He still had to work as was stipulated, but his streams got viral within seconds, so he got my his money pretty easily. He still streams for the fun of it, doing it from my old room while I pitifully watch from my new room, the tool shack right next to the pool.

"Another donation world record broke! You all know I don't need the money, yet you still send it to me. I don't care though, keep sending me more next time. Pitiful fucks."

Offline

I nearly emptied my box of tissues just in a one hour stream. Pretty much everyone watching does that it has become an accepted term, "Luis Effect."

I had no time to recover as a text came, ordering me to go with him. Probably to parade me around in his company as the founders' son turned faggot. No matter though, orders are orders.

I entered my old favorite car only to be greeted by him, shirtless and sweaty. A typical sight of him after his streams. His smell easily enveloped the confines of the car.

"I bought the startup that made me the worlds' alpha. Now they say they have prepped a drug at least 100 times more potent. Ready to watch me ascend fag?"

He looks so cool holding the flowers as if getting asked out is nothing to him.... though at this point it might be, considering the back seat is filled to the brim with heart-shaped boxes, lipstick-stained letters, and colorful bouquets.

He's not totally heartless, though. If they're hot, they can get a night with him. If not, then too bad for them. Regardless, it all ends the same. Ghosted with not even a word.

"What a piece of shit," you might say. That is true, but you would be the same if you're 6'5, perfect body, supermodel face, horse hung, with alpha pheromones pouring out of you. Heck, the old him would agree, though the correct term would be the old 'her'.

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It was just a simple wish we made under a shooting star.

"I wish we won't be bullied anymore."

"I wish I could grant that for you."

We cuddled on her tidy nerd girl room, not thinking much of our wish. By the morning, things became mighty different.

I woke up, face slammed on a sweaty pec wall, as a morning wood more than twice of mine rubbed onto my navel.

Barbells, sports and bikini posters, dirty clothes and sports gear, and an unmistakable smell of man lingered on the air. The room of the new MAN I once called my girlfriend.

She He woke up as surprised as I was. Reality has changed, and we were the only ones aware.

We went to school with his new sportscar. The old her didn't know how to drive, but that day I saw him learn in real time. By the end, he was driving with the confidence of a racer.

In school, it wasn't much different. She came in the dependent nervous wreck that she once was (I even had to coach and calm her down), yet once the popular kids crowded her, she slowly cracked.

Every boy clamored for his attention, admiring his supposed record-breaking sports achievements, his godly physique, and his popularity. While every woman seemed to beg for any attention from the adonis, sexual or otherwise.

The power, the attention, and the fame broke any semblance of her old self. Once the new him settled, it was over. He was strutting down the hallways with the hottest chick and the formerly hottest dude, my biggest bully, by his sides.

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Yeah, I know you miss being the best on the court, but those days are over.

What do you mean?! A beta like you can't play an alphas game! Accept it. You're barely 5'5 and thin as a rail now. You won't survive playing against us 7 footers.

Aw, now don't cry please. I'm sorry.

hugs

C'mon, look at the bright side. At least now you can worship the biggest alpha in the neighborhood. I'll even give you permission to take one lick of my body now.

That's the beta I know! Now grab my shirt and feel free to huff it from the sidelines with the other betas. Watch me get a triple double for the old you..... and if you cheer me loud enough, I'll let you lick me clean after basketball. I'll make sure to rub myself on the other alphas as I play.

You're rich yourself, yet you almost went to red just to buy the body with every add-on possible. As a consequence, you're working your ass off to try to fix your finances. Your heavy load meant that you didn't notice the package arriving at your house already.

It was late night, you just arrived at your house. You see the opened package box at your porch. "Oh God!"

You rush in to see a huge alpha. Just his gaze sent shivers to your spine (an expensive add-on). While very unrecognizable, you knew that this was your old groundskeeper, now a young, virile, alpha. He's wearing the clothes that you prepped for yourself, yet you knew that it's his now, along with everything in the house, including you.