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Eh... never mind. I can never make myself stick to a new name. I try every now and then, but I always come back to Devin Pink. It's just me. I get self-conscious because I don't think it's a very "manly" name to go by, considering my work. I've always felt it doesn't mesh well. However, I've had the name too long to throw it to the wind. It's like home to me, and I need to just accept it.
Sorry for the hassle!
Straight Stoner Bro
Mike has no idea his buddies are giving him pussy kush, a strain that turns you into an arrogant, douchey straight bro who's obsessed with pussy. Mike's already feeling the urge to flex and gloat about how "swole" he is, so it won't be long before he's starving for pussy. Pussy kush is also highly addictive. Mike's gay days are over, and that fact has his buddies beaming from ear to ear. Mike's going to be one of them now, a straight stoner bro for life!
April Fools
"You actually found some!" Oliver exclaimed in astonishment when his best friend and fellow geek, Jake, proudly walked into his room holding two conversion bottles. "How did you manage to get your hands on those?"
"I have my ways," Jake replied smugly, flashing Oliver his infamously mischievous grin. "Now, let's down these bad boys!"
A thrill of excitement ran down Oliver's spine as he quickly jumped out of his computer chair and hurried over to Jake. Nervously biting his bottom lip, he took one of the bottles from Jake's hands. They removed the caps and took a curious whiff, only to be immediately repulsed by the strong odor.
"Damn, that's quite a stench!" Oliver exclaimed in shock, followed by a slight cough. "Are you sure these are the right ones?"
"Come on, dude. You think I'd mess up something this important?" Jake scoffed.
Oliver took a moment to gaze longingly at his newly opened bottle, his mouth watering. "So, these are going to transform us into jocks—big, muscular jocks—permanently? I've wanted this for so long."
Jake smiled. "Then let's not waste any more time, dude." They clinked their bottles together and chugged. Oliver felt the effects of the magical concoction kick in immediately. His shirt and sweatpants suddenly felt tighter. He glanced at the mirror, amazed to see his skinny body bulge and swell with ripped, muscular definition. A wave of pure joy washed over him as he finished his bottle, ecstatic that his nerdy life was finally behind him.
However, Oliver's excitement faded when he realized that Jake wasn't transforming. Instead, Jake stood there with a smug expression, crossing his arms and grinning maliciously from ear to ear, which gave Oliver a pit in his stomach.
"Why aren't you—?!" Before Oliver could finish his question, his mind became overwhelmingly fuzzy as the second phase of the magic kicked in at full force. He tried to find the words, but it was impossible to think clearly as his body swelled and bulged even further.
"There, there," Jake said, gently petting Oliver's newly chiseled head. "Let those worthless thoughts slip away. Just relax and enjoy your transformation." Jake then casually walked behind Oliver, his hands seductively caressing Oliver's newly bulked biceps as he turned. He slid his hands up under Oliver's shirt and removed it, exposing Oliver's ripped chest and prominent nipples to the cold air. He softly rubbed his throbbing bulge against Oliver's tightening ass, turning Oliver on. Jake gently stroked his fingers over Oliver's sensitive nipples, intensifying Oliver's desire. Oliver's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Jake licked the back of his neck and worked his hands down to his crotch. "You're going to be such a good, dumb jock, aren't you?" he playfully whispered into Oliver's ear. "You'll be my big, dumb jock—my mindless, obedient toy—only wanting to satisfy my every desire."
Oliver's transformation was nearly complete. It wouldn't be long before his mind was entirely lost. Sweat began to drip down his body, as if he had just come back from an intense workout. His thoughts were becoming empty, replaced only by new desires to exercise, play sports, and obey Jake, his new master.
"Didn't I say you could trust me?" Jake playfully asked, stepping back in front of Oliver and grinning deviously, pure lust in his eyes. "April fools."
And just like that, Oliver's old self was gone. His transformation was complete: rippling abs, broad shoulders, a wide chest, perfect biceps, a firm ass, massive feet, and an empty head. He had become the jock of Jake's dreams. Oliver smiled like a dumbass, vacantly staring into Jake's intent eyes, eagerly awaiting his master's command.
"Good thing I switched out my potion for water, huh!" Jake exclaimed, then evilly chuckled.
He got down on his knees and pulled Oliver's sweatpants and underwear down, revealing his newly-enormous cock. He looked up at Oliver, feeling as if he had won the lottery. He paused for a moment to admire Oliver's impressive, chiseled physique, glistening with sweat, before taking Oliver's fat cock into his evil, greedy mouth.
It's St. Patrick's Day, and like four houses on my street still have their Christmas decorations up.

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Welcome to the Frat, Bro!
Felix closed his locker, eager to hit the showers. He couldn't wait to scrub off the sweat and odor from his intense workout, especially from his armpits. Nothing disgusted him more than the smell of body odor. As he turned around, he was surprised to see a worn-out black cap on the bench. It hadn't been there just a minute ago. Upon closer inspection, he noticed it was embroidered with an obnoxious green weed symbol, which offended his refined taste. Suddenly, he was hit by an overpowering combination of weed, cheap deodorant, and masculine musk—clear indicators that the cap belonged to one of the many frat bros at the gym, who utterly annoyed him.
The smell was vile, but strangely gave his cock a pleasant twitch. Although it was entirely unlike him, he felt compelled by the unexpected twinge of sexual pleasure to pick it up and sniff it. The scent was revolting, yet intoxicating. He dropped his towel and started playing with his hard cock, taking deep sniffs.
"Fuck. This smells so fuckin good, bro!" Felix moaned, muffled by the hat. It felt as if he abruptly lost all sense of self. He wanted to stop, but couldn't. He needed more. "Fuck, bro!" His mind felt hazy, overwhelmed by such an intense scent up close, but he couldn't stop. He desperately craved more. "Fuck yeah, bro!" His cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre like crazy. He stroked faster, slinging pre all over the floor. "Fuck. My donger's so fuckin hard, bro!" He couldn't believe how dumb he sounded, but it felt so fucking good. With each deep sniff, thinking straight became increasingly difficult, but he persisted. Nothing could deter him. "Fuuuuuuck, bro!" He felt so dumb, unable to stop talking like a stoned frat bro. He had always hated weed and those who used it, but he could go for a fatty right now.
Suddenly, Felix heard a low-pitched humming sound. It took a moment for him to process it, but he eventually realized the sound was coming from the embroidered weed symbol on his cap. He squinted at it, utterly confused. "What the fuck, bro?" The weed symbol began to glow bright green, captivating him. He stood there, slack-jawed, mindlessly staring into the radiant glow as the humming grew louder. The sound was hypnotic, making him feel as if whatever was left of his brain was melting away. "Fuuuuuuck, bro!"
Then, without warning, the glowing symbol flashed into his eyes, blinding him. "FUCK!!!" he exclaimed, looking around and squinting in pain. Everything appeared green, as if he were seeing through a heavy green filter. "What the fuck, bro?!"
Just as suddenly, the pain was replaced by pure euphoria. His mind felt wonderfully empty, and he felt an overwhelming sense of bliss. He simply stood there, smiling like an idiot, drooling. "Fuuuuck, bro."
Utterly mindless, Felix placed the douchey frat bro cap on his head, sealing his fate. The hat then suctioned itself to him, making him laugh like a dumbass. "Fuuuuuuck yeaaaah, bro!" It started to vibrate, making his whole body shake. His eyes rolled back, feeling like he could cum any moment. "Fuuuuuuck, bro!" The vibrating kicked up in speed, making his throbbing cock twitch. "Fuuuuuuuuuck, bro!!" Instantly, his quivering cock shot out ropes of hot sticky cum all over the locker room floor, hands-free. "FUUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAH, BRO!! HOLY FUCK, BRO!!"
There was a brief moment of silent afterglow, interrupted by the opening of the locker room door. Felix, now dumb as a brick, didn’t think to quickly cover the cum on the floor. Instead, he just stood there like a proud dumbass. One of the gym’s many idiotic frat guys appeared around the corner of the lockers, smiling as he spotted Felix’s cap.
"So that’s where my hat wandered off to! It seems to have taken a liking to you, bro!" he exclaimed, then looked down at the mess on the floor, astonished. “Fuck, bro! It looks like my fraternity just found its newest member!”
He walked up to Felix and took his cap back. Placing it on his head, he threw his sweaty arm around Felix’s shoulder, getting his pit sweat all over him. “So, are you going to shower before we head out, bro?”
"You know, the smell makes the man, bro!" Felix said with a cocky grin. He flexed his arm and took a deep sniff of his armpit. "Fuuuuck yeaaaah, bro!" The two of them laughed like dumbasses and walked away, leaving the sticky remnants of Felix's old self on the locker room floor.
Possessed by Dad
It felt strange to be in my son's body. At first, he was confused when I took control, but he quickly became furious when I told him my plans to change him. He begged me to reconsider, but I was determined not to have a son who would live a life I disapproved of. No way was I going to accept that. His body was all mine now!
Speaking of his body, he's tall, muscular, and handsome. I couldn’t let him waste all that masculinity on a life I found unacceptable. I needed to show him where he truly belonged.
I started by removing all his piercings and giving him a military-style haircut. I couldn't resist getting him inked with the same tattoos I have. I had always wanted us to have identical tattoos! Next came his wardrobe. Gone were the pastel crop tops and cut-off shorts. Instead, I replaced them with respectable black, white, and gray gym attire. Now that he looked like a man, it was time for him to act like one.
I decided that Claire, the attractive girl next door, would be the perfect match for Connor. I had always thought they would make a great couple. When I started flirting with her, she was initially shocked, but I convinced her that "my" coming out was just a phase. After our first date, we ended up having sex, and believe me, Connor was incredibly furious. He was filled with pain and agony as I took away his virginity. However, deep down, I could sense a transformation beginning to ignite within him.
Initially, it took me a moment to adjust to being intimate with Claire through Connor's body, but the experience was incredible. She's excellent with her tongue, and don't get me started on her perfect, tight pussy!
I realized my influence was growing when I sensed his rage beginning to simmer. I could feel his inner struggle: he was starting to enjoy the transformation, yet he was reluctant to accept it. I encouraged him, telling him it was okay to let go, to give in, and to embrace this new life I had made for him. I could feel his fear and anxiety as he hesitated. Eventually, I sensed him yielding to the change. That's when I decided to intensify the conversion. I watched countless straight porn videos and took every chance I got to be with Claire. I could sense his pleasure; he was starting to enjoy being with her. I proposed to Claire, and I felt his joy at the prospect. I was almost ready to let him go. I began having unprotected sex with Claire, hoping to get her pregnant. At this point, Connor and I were in sync. I could feel his desire to become a father. At that moment, I knew it was time to give Connor back control over his body.
I was initially apprehensive, but Connor seems to have embraced his new life. I thought he would resent me, but instead, he told me it was the best father-son bonding experience we've ever had. That night, hearing Connor and Claire have sex confirmed that his transformation had taken hold.
Some time has passed since then, and Connor and Claire are now expecting their fourth baby boy. My son is as straight as they come, and I couldn't be prouder. I just hope none of his sons turn out differently; otherwise, I'll have to take matters into my own hands again.
Cap On. Gay Off.
Seconds after putting on his bro cap, his mind transformed, going from gay to straight. He instantly got hard and desperate for pussy, quickly shifting his attention from his boyfriend to the girl eye-fucking him from across the room. His tongue instantly salivated, hungry for her huge tits and tight pussy. Perverted fantasies of breeding her flooded his newly straightened-out mind, no condom or pulling out—what a true straight alpha bro would do!
I hope people have realized I'm not just simply reposting my old work, but that they've been cleaned up and updated! I'm surprised how many of them had punctuation errors and misspellings! I can't believe I never noticed! I know they won't be as popular as before, but at least they're finally polished.
Straight Boy.MP3
Mason slid down slightly in his seat, feeling bored. It would be a while before the train reached his stop. Luckily, his best friend, Tanner, had sent him a link to an MP3 a few minutes ago. It was an ambient track, or at least he thought so. There was something off about it. The beat was decent, but he could swear there was something else lurking in the background. Curious, he turned up the volume to listen more closely.
Suddenly, a man's voice came through, faintly chanting something. He adjusted the volume even higher, and unexpectedly, the voice became crystal clear, startling him. "Dumb boy! Dumb straight boy!" the male singer repeated. Mason tried to turn down the volume, but his phone wouldn't respond. Slightly panicked, he attempted to remove his headphones, but they felt as if they were glued to his ears. The intense beat made his head feel fuzzy, almost light-headed.
Mason started to feel a strange sense of arousal. Although the music was blaring, it didn't give him a headache or hurt his ears. He felt confused yet undeniably turned on. It was almost as if he had taken a painkiller; the loud, hypnotic beat numbed all discomfort and thought. As the beat intensified, Mason's pleasure grew even stronger. He crossed his legs, attempting to hide his growing erection from the other passengers.
“No! Manspread like a good, oblivious straight boy!” the song demanded. Mason was taken aback, not only by the lyrics but also by how his legs suddenly spread apart on their own. “Proudly show off your bulge like a good, clueless straight boy!” Mason's well-defined bulge was on full display. Fortunately, no one noticed. Even better, the few people in his section exited at the next stop, leaving him completely alone.
"Dumb straight boy! Dumb straight boy!" The song kept repeating. "Play with yourself, dumb straight boy!" Mason moved his hand to his crotch and rubbed, slowly at first, then hard and fast. His mind felt like it was melting. It was both scary and thrilling. "Good boy! Good dumb straight boy!" the music triumphed. Mason moaned as the song blended the sounds of sports games and revving engines, flowing perfectly with the hypnotic beat. Mason had always disliked those noises, but now they filled him with nothing but pleasure. A smile spread across his face as images of himself playing sports and working on cars flooded his mind. "Dumb straight boys do dumb straight boy things! Sports are good! Cars are good!" the music proclaimed. "Say it!" the song commanded aggressively. Mason groaned; he wanted to resist the music, but the temptation was too strong. "Sports are good! Cars are good!" he chanted, rubbing his stiff bulge harder.
The beat then changed to include female moans, which excited Mason even more. His thoughts suddenly filled with images of himself having sex with women, ravishing their pussies with his tongue and cock. Mason wanted to resist, but his mind was putty in the music's evil grip. "Good boys fuck girls! Good boys breed girls! "Good boys don’t wear condoms! Good boys never pull out!” the music proclaimed. Mason gasped in agony, trying to resist, but he couldn’t stop rubbing his stiff bulge in utter pleasure. “I’m a dumb straight boy! I’m a dumb straight boy!” the music repeated. “Say it!” it commanded. Mason bit down on his lips, resisting as best as he could. The music then blasted sounds of female orgasms, forcing Mason’s mouth open as he let out a deep moan. “Say it!” the music commanded again. “Say it!”
Mason was panting like a dog, struggling to resist. The women in the song were frantically moaning Mason's name as if they were all creaming on his cock. Mason's eyes rolled back as he reached his limit; he could no longer endure it. He rubbed harder and faster, feeling like he could orgasm any second. "I'm a dumb straight boy! I'm a dumb straight boy!" Mason shouted mindlessly as he made a mess of his pants with a hot, sticky load. He then closed his eyes in relief, completely exhausted. The music blasted until it reached its final beat and then abruptly stopped. The song was over. Mason's headphones slipped from his ears and landed on his lap.
A few minutes later, Mason opened his eyes, feeling completely disoriented. He couldn’t remember what had just happened, only that his stop was approaching. He realized he must have dozed off; a wet dream, by the look of the mess. He faintly remembered something about making a girl cream on his cock. He smiled slightly, attempting to recall the risqué details. The train came to a stop just before his own. Two young women in short skirts boarded, capturing his attention. Mason's smile grew as he noticed one of them wasn’t wearing any underwear. Mason squeezed his sticky bulge, getting lost in the thought of making them cream on his fat cock. He felt so dumb, so horny—"The ideal straight boy."

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Does anyone else put on sexy hypno files in the background while they jerk off? I just like the sound of a sexy, preferably deep-voiced, man talking in my ear while I beat the meat. This time I put on an old drone file I have saved on my computer, and my god, it was so powerful I found myself slipping away. I'm very hard to hypnotize, too. I had to pause it, or else I would have gone under!! It kinda scared me, but I can't lie, it really turned me on, too! I kinda want to give in, but I'm scared of the consequences. I don't want to be a drone... but...
Artist's Choice
He'd been an edgy punk, just wanting his first tattoo. When he finally found a shop that'd do it without his parents' signature, he had no way of knowing "Artist's Choice" would change his life forever. The artist filled the shop with incense that quickly lulled the boy into a suggestible trance, making him agree to everything the artist said. As he tattooed the boy's pec with an ancient warrior script meant to strengthen armies, he told the boy about his life, about how he was a warrior on the field, how he lived as an aggressive football player, how he craved getting bigger and needed to show off his size. He spoke about his identity as the town playboy, his reputation that had all the girls, and even some older women, swooning for him, and how cocky that made him, and specifically, how he desperately needed to bring his now ex-boyfriend to the shop. As the ink dug into his pec, his body pulsed and throbbed, becoming exactly what the tattoo represented: a masculine, strong, bold, raw, and powerful male. The tattoo then vanished, melting into the boy's body, making the transformation permanent.
Ghost Sex
Shortly after moving into a new apartment, Joseph began waking up with that after-sex feeling. Like, someone had sucked and fucked the load out of him while he slept. He figured his boyfriend was doing some kinky necro shit, but he firmly denied it. Assuming his boyfriend was lying, he set up a hidden camera. The next morning, after waking up with that after-sex feeling again, he reviewed the footage.
Turns out his boyfriend was telling the truth! What looked like his blanket moving on its own was actually the work of their apartment's other tenant: a translucent, busty spirit with an insatiable hunger for living man-meat! Never in Joseph's wildest dreams did he suspect a ghost to be the culprit—a shapely one, at that! She moaned like a siren, taking every inch of his throbbing cock into her tight, wet ghost pussy. He found the whole thing weirdly hot, especially when she slurped on his fat gay cock until he busted! She swallowed it all, just like a slut! After which, she flirtatiously blew a kiss at the hidden camera and then dematerialised.
Joseph was stunned, and so was his boyfriend after seeing the footage. However, instead of freaking out, they did what any reasonable man would do after finding out you're haunted by a ghost slut: they whipped out their hard gay cocks and called for her. Naturally, she emerged, licking her ghostly, plump lips, ready to serve the horny couple.
It's been a while since I had morning wood this severe 😵💫
I'm Curious...
If a conversion pill actually existed and could turn you 100% straight, would you take it? 😈
Yes.
No.

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Love your work, is there anywhere else you could upload your blogspot stories? I refuse to give verify my ID on google, that’s so dumb 😭 and blogspot won’t let me view your blog because I’m not verified
That's so fucking frustrating. I specifically picked Blogspot because I assumed it was the most accessible of sites out there. I've often thought about where else I could post my work, but I just don't know :(
Just uploaded a new NSFW post: Hazing Hell. It's pretty fucking hot if I do say so myself. Enjoy!