Becoming A Musclepig

If you're ever wondering what I mean by that, this guy is pretty much the embodiment of what I'm turning myself into. A huge, jacked, hairy, musky meathead dedicated to growing bigger and stronger every day, and pushing my body well beyond what "normal" people would ever consider attractive. I don't want normal, I don't want conventional attractiveness, I don't want pretty. I want to be that muscle freak in the gym who oozes testosterone, the mass monster who makes otherwise "normal" men start to feel their inner musclepig stir inside them, the huge fucken musclebrute who draws other growth-obsessed beastmen to him so we can push each other further.

We didn't have to worry about him harassing us anymore now did we.

It all started when me and my girls and gays went on a lil trip. We wanted a break from campus so we went to a fancy hotel at the beach. Paid with of course a simple PULSE. It was going to be a time for us to let loose and be ourselves uninhibited, sure there was so much stress in the world but we can't fight that if we're exhausted.

So to my shock in horror as we're having fun my girls Kels gets this creep on her, NEGGING her, asking for her number, tell her he wants to rail her and add another notch to his bed post. And well se were supposed to let loose so when I saw him try to follow her into the elevator I did!

With a SNAP of my fingers and a PULSE to the temple the world PAUSED and BRO was stuck in place, eyes darting around in fear. See if BRO was gonna be a DICK and pretend to only think with his. Then I'd make that his TRUTH. He felt his COCK get rock HARD first his eyes panicked as unforeseen bliss filled him. His hands under my control began to caress his own body pleasuring him as they teased inflated pecs, and groped new bulging biceps, his legs forming into perfect thunder thighs and diamond calves as they reached down to feel them up.

His hands then split apart one going to his ASS the other to his FUCKSTICK...no that term won't work for him. I had him finger fuck himself and jerking his cock. This was all leading to his cheeks, cock and balls growing as he edged closer and closer to the end, his old self, his old desires and creep habits getting drained into his new balls as he hit his prostate and shot load after load, becoming empty.

See, I could just have made him some random gay slut but I couldn't be sure he wouldn't harm anyone else like that either. So I did something DIFFERENT. He would no longer have a FUCKSTICK all that big cock would be good for now is...GOONING. his pleasure and ideas of it no longer came from others, yes his hole was hungry and mind empty but now all he was was a PORN ADDICTED, GOONING JOCK who just wants to TOUCH HIS COCK.

Just something quick I've been sick and doing some part time work to pay bills GOD my ass felt so good, i couldn't take it off even if i wanted to. it was supposed to be a joke. I stole my roommates singlet, he was always so annoying and cocky, making fun of me just because I was some nerd and loudly fucking all those Twinks that went to his matches behind a thin wall. I always heard them moaning his name begging for more.

Look i had no problem with the gay thing it was just so inconsiderate...and weird. So I stole his singlet when I woke up this morning before he left. It would be so funny to see him on social media posted by his college wrestling teammates in some lost and found shit. I was just supposed to steal it not wear it.

Its just when i touched it it felt so....good. I thought why not, not even commando I slid it up, the fabric oversized, and reeking of sweat and musk. It was just supposed to be for a sec but they SNAPPED to my shoulders. The Fabric Sinking to my skin becoming SKIN TIGHT.

I tried to pull it off I did, but each tug PULSED the fabric, massaging my muscles, my cock, balls, AND ASS. I had to grab the table, my mind blurring as my chest burst forth with muscle. Two slabs of pure beef grace my chest as my hands caress each arm letting my new bulging biceps grace my form.

triceps begging to be worshipped as i did a double bi pose, my abs popping up like cobblestones as my waistline tappers down.

I gain my sense back briefly, my hands pulling at the singlet trying to get if off when I see the brand, and just know im fucked. KOK

I feel my balls fill with cum, my brain emptying, no longer able to think just

KOK

KOK

COK

COCK

the word beating against my head as the fabric beats my MEAT. My ass jiggling with each THRUST as it bubbles out, my legs growing to support my new bubble butt. IM SO CLOSE I JUST NEED

KOK

KOK

COK

COCK

Daddy's Boy

It's like my mind MELTED. It had been a simple night out at a bar, no expectations, I'd been on a dry spell for a bit. When all of a sudden I caught HIS eye, he was dressed in a simple tight tee, his muscles popping through the fabric, his jeans holding back what looked like a snake as he SPREAD his legs wide. I felt myself pulled over.

His words were sweet, inviting as he placed his hands on my new seat next to him. He ordered me a drink his voice carrying an AUTHORITY as the bartender listened. He talked with passion about his job, his work in science, words filled with intelligence as he turned his gaze to me. His lips moving to a hungry smile.

He took an interest in my job, in the art I did. Asked me what I wanted. I told him steady work but as he moved his big, strong, sturdy hand onto mine my eyes meeting his I felt the need to listen as he insisted. "Not for work. What. Do. You. WANT BOY." His voice a whisper as his mouth moved behind my ear. His breath tickling my skin making me squirm in my seat.

I wasn't normally into the whole boy thing, I was a switch. But when DA- Mark said it I wanted to hear it more. His body was closer to me as I said I wasn't sure what he meant. That I was looking for something casual maybe, a simple fuck. But DAD- Mark laughed, I leaned closer, his musk, the way it invaded my mind as I was almost on his lap.

"Nah BOY, I think you WANT someone else to take CONTROL" his hand slid around my waist, I felt myself move into his lap listening, eyes glazing over. "I think BOY, that you, want a DADDY, to THINK for you, with an EMPTY, PRETTY, lil head like yours I can see why!" With each word emphasized by a THRUST as I settled onto DADD-Mark's lap. My head felt... DIZZY....it felt FOGGY, My cock straining against my underwear as the world faded around us. I stuttered and just asked him what he was doing but his beautiful, succulent lips traced mine before his mouth swallowed me whole. DADDY- Mark's hands grabbing both my cheeks as I felt my body go up and down, gyrating and BEGGING for him.

"See BOY, it's better when I think for you. Your brain CRAVES ME. CRAVES MY CONTROL, CRAVES MY COCK" Mark- DADDY says thrusting again, my brain MELTING, the background completely different now, we were in a home...his...OUR home as I continued to moan, begging, and gyrating on him as I held onto his shoulders, his muscles carrying me like I was lighter then a feather.

He falls back down on the couch, his eyes looking at me, luring me in. He was giving me a choice, I could walk out now, I could leave or I could get on top of him right now and WORSHIP DADDY AND HIS MUSCLES LIKE A GOOD BOY. He didn't have to say anything, he didn't have to do anything, his arms behind his head as I got down on the couch, on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. His cock hard as steel as I reached up and let his lips swallow me whole. My body thrusting itself more and more as his hands roamed me. My mind blanking as my body did what it needed to pulling away from his lips and moving down his body.