Fred W. Kong's Other Stuff

Even better if they are open to be naked in front of me, for ARTISTIC purpose of course!

Thank you and happy to see you back!

A massive bearish genie appears next to you while you draw and slaps an amulet down on the face of your tablet. It’s shaped like a spiked cockring, with a scintillating crystal in the middle that sparkles even without light on it. “Keep that on your person at all times, boy,” the genie instructs you, then he vanishes.

The next time you go out, you have the amulet pinned on your backpack strap. You watch as first one man, then another, catches a flash of light off the crystal and starts to bulk up. As all the men around you turn into thick, hairy musclestuds of all ages and kinds, they start to impulsively strip and pose, revealing slutty jockstraps and leather harnesses that their old selves certainly weren’t wearing.

“Bro! Please! Draw my hot bod!” a bulky himbo calls to you.

“Boy! I’m a fuckin’ art piece!” says a thick daddy, his chest invisible under silver hair.

“Hey, nice pendant, lil dude,” says a naked bear. You’re so distracted by his cock pressing against your middle that you don’t notice that he’s grabbed the amulet off your backpack. A glitter of light flashes against your eyes, and you suddenly feel your clothes getting too tight. Who needs lame clothes, anyway? Your big muscles deserve to be seen in their full glory! You just wish there was someone around to draw you.

Another wish fulfilled.

I never told him.

We’d been together for two years and he was always the cute, energetic 19-year-old, a lean, boyish face, messy brown hair, always joking about how he’d “never get old.” I loved him like crazy, but a dark little fantasy kept growing in the back of my mind. I wanted to see him bigger. Older. More… man.

So I used it. The same reality-warping app I swore I’d never touch again after I made myself into a jock in school. I set the parameters carefully: make him 20 years older, give him the body of a veteran rugby player who’s spent years smashing into other big men on the pitch. More muscle, more hair, more weight. A proper daddy build. And I made sure he wouldn’t notice the change to him, it would feel like he’d always been this way.

I hit confirm while he was in the shower.

The sounds that came from the bathroom were filthy. Deep groans, wet slapping skin, his voice cracking and then dropping lower and lower until it was a rich, gravelly baritone. When the door finally opened, my jaw dropped.

He stepped out completely naked, water still dripping down his thick, hairy chest. He’d ballooned. His once-smooth torso was now covered in dense dark hair that trailed down over a solid, rounded muscle gut. His shoulders were massive and rounded, arms thick and powerful, legs like tree trunks. His face had aged beautifully: sharper jaw, crow’s feet, a receding hairline that left him with a perfectly smooth, shiny bald head. He looked like a proper 39-year-old rugby beast.

“Alright babe?” he rumbled, voice sending shivers down my spine. To him, nothing was different. This was just another Sunday.

We went to the park for the usual touch rugby game with our mates. Except now he was one of the biggest guys on the pitch. The way he ran, the way he tackled, the way his heavy, hairy body slammed into others… it was intoxicating. After the game we all collapsed on the grass, laughing, covered in sweat and grass stains.

That’s when a friend took the photo.

There he is, my boyfriend, now my big, bald, hairy rugby daddy and I, lounging on the grass with a plastic cup of beer in his meaty hand. His thick, furry chest is on full display, belly rounding out as he leans back, striped socks pulled up his powerful calves. He’s smiling that same cheeky smile, completely oblivious that just a few hours ago he was a smooth, skinny 19-year-old.

He caught me staring and grinned wider, reaching over to squeeze my thigh with one big, calloused hand.

“Oi, you alright? You’ve been looking at me funny all day,” he chuckled, voice deep and warm.

I swallowed hard, feeling myself get hard again just looking at the thick hair swirling around his nipples, the way his belly moved when he laughed, the sheer mass of him.

If only he knew.

He took another swig of beer, completely at home in his new older, heavier body, while I sat there secretly throbbing at the knowledge that I’d stolen twenty years from him without him ever realising.

And the worst part?

"I wish I could just be his.”

“Like, boi, no need to be so dramatic.” The genie who appears is wearing nothing but a cute pink cock cage, his perky ass on display. “Like, I promise, just put the cage on and this will all totally go away.”

You’re about to protest. You meant that you wanted to be his without the TPE. But the genie waves his hand, and with a click, you feel the undeniable pressure of a cage locking around your big dick, forcing it to stay soft.

You’re offended. You open your mouth to say so, but the words die as your asshole lights up with pleasure. It’s like all the sensation you once got from your cock is emanating through your whole body. You feel warm and tingly, and it’s so hard to think about anything except getting something big and hard in one of your holes. You can’t imagine anything better than submitting to a man with a massive cock. You’ll cook and clean for him, give him massages, run his errands. In return, he’ll use you like a life-size fleshlight and fill one of your holes a few times a day so you can leak cum out of your cage like a faucet.

“There you go, boi!” the genie chirps, vanishing as your masculinity sloughs off of you and you sink to your knees on the floor. You’re a cute little locked houseboi, ready to do whatever Master requires.

Another wish fulfilled.

Learning to Love the Change

“I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath

Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head.

“Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property”

Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit.

Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything.

It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it.

But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now.

He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened.

Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him.

“I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile

Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were.

“Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off”

Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave.

Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked.

“Fuck” Lou chuckled

He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money.

“Excuse me” a voice asked

Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles.

“Yes” Lou asked curious

“Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos”

Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone.

“Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout

With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed.

Well, I’m not sure why you’d want to revert it, but…

Hold on, whose name was on the package? Your brother, I see…Well, unfortunately, I can’t share the documentation with anyone who didn’t actually order the device. What exactly happened to your friend?

Okay, so you two were playing Pokemon together when you fiddled with the device and it shot a beam at him. He immediately groaned, his voice deepening and becoming more resonant as his neck grew. His band shirt adapted to his growing muscles, becoming a tank top with “USA” on it while his headset turned into a backwards cap. Now he’s manspreading on the sofa next to you, his fat jock cock sticking out of his shorts as he sips beer from his red Solo cup and talks about baseball. Is that correct?

It sounds like your brother’s Jockifier is set to Maximum, if it turned a gamer nerd into an all-American frat jock that fast. I suggest being very careful with it and keeping it out of your friend’s hands until your brother can input his key code to change the device’s settings. What’s that? Your friend just picked it up?

No more problem? Okay, bro, I hear you. Yeah, dude, I’m sure your aviators are sexy as fuck. How about you and your bro go and explore each other’s hot muscle bods and wait for your brother to get home? I’m sure he’ll appreciate getting a shot with the Jockifier, too.

...Only to find that his profile has been replaced by a wall of thirst traps from exactly the kind of guy he most looks down on: some totally basic gym gay, with plenty of muscles but nothing behind the eyes, flexing and showing off his armpits. Huh?

[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!]

My name is Devlin, and I’m a photographer. My ex-boyfriend, who is also my best friend and my business partner for a coffee pop-up we’re trying to get off the ground, says I should share more of my photography online. He says it will help me build a “following.” I don’t know why I’m expected to bend over backwards to cater to the lowest-common-denominator tastes of social media, but he’s right.

I’ve been posting my black-and-white photography on Instagram for a few months now, and I’ve already gotten a few pieces in galleries because of it.

So I heave a sigh at the necessary evil as I open Instagram to upload my newest piece, a self-portrait titled “A Quandary of Nature.”

I’m just about to hit the button to upload a new image when I notice that my profile picture in the corner looks different. I click on it and my whole profile pops up. I see my name and username, so I’m clearly still logged in, but I must have been hacked or something. All the photos I posted are gone, replaced by a series of inane selfies from some muscled-up influencer-looking guy who looks dumb as a bag of bricks. He looks like probably calls these images “content.” It makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.

In the most recent image, he’s showing off his armpits.

He’s also showing them off in the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that… And so on. I scroll and scroll until I hit the bottom, where there’s an image of a visibly younger version of the hunk… showing off his armpits.

What is it with striking the same pose over and over again? I get that he’s probably figured out armpits are good for engagement or something, but I fear that he simply doesn’t have the vision to come up with more creative shots. Watching this page is like seeing art and culture stagnate before my eyes.

Clearly I’ve been hacked. I’m not very familiar with the Instagram interface, but I’m sure there must be a way to report hacking. I click around to try and find it, and I accidentally open the camera, revealing an image of myself and the wall behind me.

And something is… changing. My bleached hair is slowly losing its color, fading back to my natural brown as it rearranges into a shorter, trendier cut that falls in choppy waves over my forehead. My glasses disappear. My cheekbones rise, my jaw straightens, and my eyes dull, both in color and in vibrance.

I assume this is one of those weird in-app things that Instagram people insist are called “filters,” because why make up a new word when you can steal one from the photography lexicon that already means something?

But when I reach up to touch my forehead, I can feel the hair rustling against it. The arm I’ve raised also looks swollen, like it's been stung by a whole hive of bees. I look away from my phone and down at my arm, which is growing meatier by the second, swelling to what must be four times its original size.

A quick glance to my left shows that the same thing is happening with my other arm. And a glance down shows… nothing. My pecs have already swelled to such a mountainous size that I can’t see anything past them. But I pat my stomach, which is now tight and muscular. My thighs are, too.

Fuck. Somehow, I’ve instantly transformed into a gym-honed tool, who - to be honest - looks exactly like the guy from those Instagram photos. The one difference is that I still have my mustache. I know I should be freaking out, but something is dulling my reactions and all I can think about is how glad I am to still have my mustache. It feels like a connection to the real me. Proof that I am still myself, at my core, even if I look totally different.

I am still an artistic, intelligent guy with great taste who… Wait, what am I doing?

My elbow is sticking straight up in the air, as if I’m trying to show off my armpit, even though I’m wearing a shirt.

I snap a photo. I don’t know why. I just do. I’m a photographer. It’s only natural, I guess.

But fuck, I just took a thirst trap selfie that looks exactly like every other photo in the goddamn library that got hacked onto my account!

But also… I look fucking hot. With my finger, I trace the unimaginably huge bulge of my biceps, my strong, stubbled jaw… I accidentally hit post.

In shock, I close out of Instagram and throw my phone across the room. I look at myself in the mirror and strike a double-armpit pose. Fuck! What’s wrong with me?

When I do it, my brain goes fuzzy for an instant, giving me a strangely pleasurable feeling. My dick chubs up in my pants.

I raise my left arm. The fuzzy feeling comes back, and my dick rises to full mast. I raise my right to join it, and my brain tingles like I’m getting a blow job while eating an ice cream cone. I feel… fucking good, man.

Wait, no. This isn’t me. I snap out of it and grab my phone. I open my photography app, make sure to use the black-and-white option (the only option, in my opinion), and try to take a selfie at a fun, unique angle that proves how artful and smart I am. I hold the camera low, and…

This is how it turns out.

At least my armpits aren’t out.

After I hit “post,” I raise both arms again, out of habit, and feel my brain instantly obliterated by fuzziness. I feel so good I cum in my pants, even. By the time I lower my arms, I’ve forgotten what I was so worried about.

All I can think about is how goddamn good I look, and how I need the world to share in the joy that is my beautiful body.

I change and take a another picture, to bank some content for later.

Click here to read Alphaworld in posting order.

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An undated journal. It is heavily bedazzled on the covers, though many of the gems appear to have been scraped off or stepped on. There are several stains yellowing the coloured paper of the cover, mostly sweat.

Inside the front cover, there is a space where the owner is encouraged to write their name. Two names occupy the space, one on top of the other. The lower layer is written with a purple marker, neatly spelling the name “Ronaldo Herrera.” There are multicoloured sparkles drawn around the name, and glitter has been sprinkled over it. Some of the glitter appears to have been scraped off with a knife, and there is a 3 centimetre tear at the top interior of the page, as if someone was about to rip it out. On top of the first name, the name “RONNIE H” is scrawled in crude capitals using a pencil. The pencil was applied with sufficient force that graphite scrapes are visible from where they were brushed off the page.

Journal entries flow into each other without dating, but editors have split entries based on context and labelled them “Day One, Day Two, Day Three…” despite the fact that more than one day clearly proceeds between some entries. From this point onward, journal entries are transliterated directly, with marginalia and other notes on the text rendered in square brackets [] to distinguish them from the main body.

[Day One]

OMG, I’m soooo happy to be back on campus! Staying with my parents is such a bore! They don’t let me stream any of my shows, they say drag race is of the devil, and the town is so small that I’m, like, the only twink there. I can’t even get any dl dick all holiday because country guys are all totally masc for masc. My hole is toooootally desperate.

I’m so happy that Ollie across the hall got me this journal! He made it look soooo cute with all the stones! He’s, like, okay for a fellow bottom, even tho his massive crush on me is, like, totally obvious. Sorry babe, this dick is for decoration only lmao! Maybe we could get tag teamed by a big dick boy sometime, that’d be pretty hot. I've never bottomed alongside a transmasc dude.

Anyway, I just stopped at the dorm to drop off my suitcase and get out of my het drag, there’s a whole lotta frat parties starting tonight and if I wanna end my dry spell I’ve gotta be there! I just had to live my Sex and the City fantasy by putting down a few lines in the diary first!

[a doodle of an open-faced journal with scribbly lines on the page in rainbow colours]

[Day Two]

ZOMGGGGGGG [written in double-tall bubble letters across a quarter of the page, filled in with pink highlighter]

This term is gonna be SO AWESOME.

Campus is suddenly full of massive muscle men who are totally desperate for me! I was, like, totally the target of a dominance contest at the party last night, and it was SO HOT.

So I walk in, right? And I’m dressed in my usual, my lil slutty crop and my littlest shorts. Here, I took a pic before I left so you can see how cute I was.

Anyway, I’m cute, I’m obvious, I’m ready to have any guy absolutely wreck me. Like, last night, I would have taken a bicurious frat bro fucking me raw, my hole was so neglected. So I am a blaring neon sign: I’M A FAG [written in rainbow marker colours]

And as soon as I walk in, this GOD [a doodle of a massive man is in the margin, a perfect X shape covered in cartoonishly bulging muscles] comes up to me and is all, “Hey boy, I’m Nate.” He. Is. PERFECT. Gorgeous grey eyes, windswept dirty blond hair, a tank top hugging pecs the size of my HEAD. And his voice gets me tooootally weak in the knees. I can't believe he's LOOKING at lil ol me, even if I do look like a twinky slut.

But before I can even say anything to Nate, there’s another MASSIVE arm draped over my shoulder, and ANOTHER massive guy is whispering in my ear, like, “Name’s Lee. Want a drink?” I look over, and he’s just as hot as Nate, with shiny black hair and this perfect sexy smile like a J-pop star. But, like, if a J-pop star was 250 pounds of pure muscle and sex.

I swear all the air went out of the room. Suddenly, Nate and Lee were glaring at each other over me, and all these frat bros were staring.

BTW, when did all the frat bros get so cuuuute? Like, not as sexy as Nate and Lee, but they’re all totally cut this term and I think they’ve got some skincare going? Like I wanna go back sometime lmao.

Lee, like, GROWLED as he glared across me. I felt a li-ter-al rumble from his chest. Nate started totally flexing his big pecs, I thought his shirt was gonna shred in the middle. They didn’t even SAY anything, it was so totally primal. I think I got a whiff of Lee as he tucked me closer to his chest, and I realised he totally doesn’t use deodorant. He smelled totally HAWT.

Anyway, I have two perfect men fighting over me, and I’m not letting either of them go, so I go, “Boys, I promise my holes are big enough to share.” I totes flashed my dimples at them. [doodle of a smiley face]

They kept glaring at each other, but finally Lee was like, “I get his hole.” Maybe he, like, won the contest or whatever? Because Nate looked down at the floor and said, “Fine.” And I mean, fine with me! I love getting stuffed from both ends! What a way to come back from vacay!

We didn’t stay at the party long, just long enough for Lee to get me a drink and Nate to carry me around the dance floor a bit. I checked on Lee while we were dancing, and he was, like, totally making out with one of the frat bros. Like, a guy I knew was straight. I blew him freshman year when his gf was away. I guess Lee’s just like that, lmao.

We ended up upstairs. I think Lee’s in the frat? But we weren’t in his room, which was kinda hot. Lee and Nate sandwiched me between them as soon as we were through the door. I was tooootally surrounded by massive muscle as Nate made out with me and Lee sucked on my neck. I felt, like, high, with Nate’s big cock grinding into my belly through his jeans while Lee felt up my cute ass.

“You guys kissing would be so hot,” I gasped as Nate pulled off my shirt and Lee took off my shorts.

They both hesitated, I could feel it. “Oh c’mon,” I moaned, “you’re both tooootally hot, and you haven’t touched at allllll.”

Suddenly, Lee picked me up and threw me on a random frat bro’s bed. “I guess your mouth IS gonna be busy,” he said, which was SOOO hot, and then he started slicking up my hole.

Pretty soon, both hunks were balls deep in me. They were SOOOOOO big [doodles of massive, soft cocks cover the margins of this page] and I took ALL of them. Lee filled me up SO good, rubbing my prostate like he was fingering me. And Nate tasted, like, perfect. And the whole time, Nate kept pulling back just far enough that I could watch him and Lee kissing over me.

FUCK, they made me look like a little doll between them! I think once they were in me, all the dominance stuff went away, because they were TOTALLY making out. Nate’s, like, SO noisy, and Lee kept on doing that growl thing like he’d done before, which made me moan around Nate’s cock, which made him even noisier.

I came handsfree right before Lee flooded my ass and Nate filled my mouth with cum.

By the time our clothes were back on, Lee and Nate were back to playing their weird dick measuring game, keeping me between them as we went back to the party. I think Nate left pretty soon, but I danced for a bit longer and made out with a few frat bros. They really ARE super cute now, and they all seemed totally into me. Guess they finally got over being raging fucking homophobes lmao.

Anyway, I got home and crashed as soon as I’d cleaned all the cum and sweat off. Now my hand’s all crampy from writing for so long lol. Oooh, I should go tell Ollie all about it!

[Day Three]

I was, like, SO right.

The last few days have been AWESOME!!!! [jagged star doodles all around the word] I swear there are soooo many hunks on campus all of a sudden! One of my profs this term is a tooootal musclestud.

So I’m taking this class on fashion history, and when I looked it up, this Prof. Romano guy was listed for it. He was cute, one of those cute tweed aesthetic guys. You know, a fag who studies fashion. Like, OMG, that picture must be SO OLD.

I show up for class all ready to sit in the back row, but then I see this MAN standing at the podium. Like, total Italian stallion, with the dark waves and the stubbly jaw. He was, like, BURSTING out of his blazer. I could watch his pec bounce through three layers of fabric.

So obv I run down and sit in the front row. I’m not the first fag to have the idea, there’s already like 3 other twinks down there, but I’m totally the cutest. As the rest of the class comes in and sits down, these two GORGEOUS boys walk in and go up to the prof. They’re totally shredded, and dressed in complementary button-ups. And the muscle-god prof pats each of them on the head! Then they go sit down in some chairs behind the podium, and I can see their boners in their cute slacks.

The prof clears his throat, and it’s this DEEP, RESONANT sound. I got a total eargasm just listening to the rumble. “Good morning, class,” he says. And then his next words are TOTALLY burned into my brain:

[written in shaky block letters across a whole page] “You will call me Alpha Mario.”

And then he says, “I am your professor, and I will see you all for extra credit,” while rubbing himself through his pants, like half the class isn’t ready to have his babies. My cock was ROCK FUCKING HARD in my jeans. [doodle of a leaking penis]

He introduces his TAs as Beta Max and Beta Owen. IDK, maybe it’s a kink thing? He’s clearly their dom or something, they were totally devoted to him all class. I’d happily be Alpha Mario’s Beta if he’s hiring, lmao! [hearts are doodled around “Alpha Mario”]

Anyway, that’s just one ep in the PORN SHOW that is my life these days! Ollie’s room has been, like, a revolving door of cock since we got back, and I usually take two or three loads a day out on campus. This group of straight computer science geeks actually begged to fuck me yesterday, so I was dripping all the way home.

They were surprisingly buff for nerds, too! I should point out to Ollie that we gotta hit the gym if we wanna keep up with all the boys on campus this term. Can you imagine? Us at the gym! [The rest of the page is covered in stickers of the laughing emoji]

[Day Four]

Went to the gym today! Not to workout, but I had this new outfit idea and I thought it might get me noticed if I just hung out in the locker room. OH BOY, was I right!

Last few days all my clothes have been feeling super tight, so I’ve been doing a lot of [scribbled in rainbow marker] SHOPPING. It’s too bad, all my old clothes were suuuuper cute, but I’ve started giving some of my old faves to repeat fuckbuddies. One of the guys who used to push me around for being faggy, this guy called Brendan, has been coming over for the last few nights. I never realised how cute he is before!

Anyway, the first night Brendan came over he throatfucked me, but last night he told me he really wanted to feel my fingers in his hole, so I started fingering him! It was soooo hot that my cock ended up totally hard and before I knew it HE was blowing ME while I rubbed his prostate. He’s been texting me all day, begging to service my cock again. Lol, he just sent a voice message all like, “Please, Ronaldo, I’ll do anything to make you cum again!”

My point is I gave him a pair of my old booty shorts. They fit him perfectly, even though he NEVER had an ass as nice as mine before. He’s been wearing them all day today, just like I told him. It’s so hot, knowing he’s showing off like a fag even though he used to be a straight homophobe.

Fuck, I was writing about MY clothes! I’ve been so distracted by hot beta boys the last few days. I thought it was kinda time to change up my style, plus I looked super hot trying on some more dude-type clothes, so here’s the pic of me I took while I was hanging out at the gym.

I had guys HANGING OFF OF ME after a few minutes. It was totally hot, they wanted to do anything I said. Before long, I had a bunch of hot guys kissing me all over and all the cocks I could want to suck. Guys kept running out to grab their hot friends to join us, and all these guys were focussed on me.

At one point one of the staff came in, and I could tell it was to tell us to stop. He was a cute guy, really filled out his work polo, you know how gyms always hire swole dudes and curvy gurls to work at the front desk. I just gave him this LOOK from the middle of my pile of dudes, and I could feel his straightness melt away as his cock started leaking in his preppy shorts.

But just as I was about to cum, my cap got ripped off my head and I was dragged out of the pile by Nate, the guy from that frat party. I swear, he got even BIGGER since last time, he held me up by my shoulders like I was a paperweight. He was totally growling at me, too. He said something like, “I hate when they’re half done,” whatever that means, and then he yelled at all the other boys to get back to work.

Once we were along in the locker room, Nate shook me like a doll. “All the ex-het Betas can treat my gym as neutral ground, but it’s MY territory to you and the other half-done Alphas, you got it?” [note: Alpha and Beta are capitalised in the original text, although Ronnie does not seem to have been aware of the Alpha Phenomenon]

I was like “What are you talking about?”

Nate said, “You’ll get it.” Then I started smelling this INCREDIBLE smell. It was like really sharp cedar cologne mixed with fresh sweat. There was something else too, and it made me feel totally out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees swallowing Nate’s cock again. “Yeah,” he was saying while he fucked my throat, “this’ll speed you up. You’ll probably never submit again after this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I just stayed there, taking him all the way into my throat. I feel like a week ago it would’ve been totally hot, but today it felt different. Nate using me made me MAD [underlined several times]. I felt like I should do something about it, like punch him or steal one of his boys, but the smell coming off of him kept me docile.

Nate came really quietly, which made me madder. My throat is an incredible tool, okay? Any guy should be screaming when I blow him, especially a noisy top like Nate. Then he patted me on the head like I was a little boy and said, “Head home. Drop a load in that guy who lives across from you, he should be progressing well too.” Then he just. Walked away.

I was gonna stay here all night just to spite the asshole, but I’m super horny again and I don’t wanna go back out. Maybe I’ll go see if Ollie’s got any visitors tonight or if he wants me to fill his holes for him.

[Day Five]

[From this point, entries are written in a noticeably heavier hand. Lowercase Es and Os become jagged.] Fuck, last night was fucking awesome. I knocked on Ollie’s door, and he answered in nothing but a thong, showing his bottom growth right through the fabric. His legs have been getting so hairy and thick, he looked super slutty. Plus his room smelled like sex and cum. I’ve been sleeping out, but seems like Ollie’s been taking house calls.

“Ronaldo?” he said, blinking up at me in surprise. I think we used to be a matching pair of little twinks, but guess I’ve had a growth spurt.

I shoved through the door. What was he gonna do, stop me? I was like, “Where’s your lube?” It came out of my mouth so deep, in a crazy manly register. “I wanna finger you.”

Ollie fuckin’ moaned when I said that, and stumbled over to his night table to grab it. He keeps his lube right out in the open, proud of how much cock he takes. I was already dropping my jeans, my cock was getting super hard and I hate feeling it strain. It deserves to be seen anyway.

Once I grabbed Ollie’s lube, he stood against the wall and presented his ass for me. Fuck, just remembering the look of all that hair on his fat ass is making me leak again. Okay I jerked a bit, should be able to write. [there is a stain on the page here]

Ollie’s hole was still loose from his last dick appointment, so I pushed three fingers in nice and easy. Ollie was moaning, all, “When did your fingers get so thick,” and “What’s happening to us, Ronaldo?” so I roughed up his G-spot a bit until he wasn’t being so articulate anymore.

“What’s happening to us is we’re gonna rule this school,” I hissed at him. I’d realised that it wasn’t gonna be enough to finger him and make him blow me. I needed to shoot inside his ass right fucking now. “Fags are in fucking charge here now.”

Fuck, wait, I need to text Brendan and get him over here. I need him milking my cock so I can focus on writing.

[There are several crude doodles of dicks, asses, and cum splatters in various marker colours before the entry continues on the facing page]

So anyway I slammed Ollie against the wall and shoved my cock into him. My cock’s so much fucking bigger now, too. Like it’s really filling up Brendan’s mouth while he sucks on me. I had enough cock to really saw at Ollie's asshole, and I felt him cum handsfree onto the wall.

“That’s it,” I growled in his ear as I had to hold him up. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since we became neighbours, right? Ollie wanted to get Ronnie’s big alpha dick in his hole.” It felt good to call myself a

[in massive letters on its own line] ALPHA

Ollie didn’t really say words at that point, just lots of “Yes” and “More.” I could hear his voice getting deeper with every thrust, too.

By the time I was getting close, Ollie’s room reeked like ME. It wasn’t a bad smell, but I knew any boy who came in here would be able to tell that all this musk and spice wasn’t just Ollie. It would take weeks for this to be really Ollie’s territory again now that I had marked it. “Fuck, show me that man pussy,” I ordered him, and threw him down in his bed.

Switching holes felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’m fucking built for topping, I can’t believe I thought I hated it. I fucked Ollie through a couple more orgasms and then let myself fill up his man pussy with what felt like 3 loads.

I fell asleep still inside him.

FUCK. I just came in Brendan’s mouth, and it felt totally different. Like, I marked Ollie’s room, but I didn’t mark HIM. His holes are open for anyone to fill. He can own other boys for all I care. But Brendan? Brendan’s fucking MINE. He’s mine he’s mine he’s mine. MY Brendan. [scribbled hastily] I need his hole NOW.

[written later]

I took a pic of Ollie before I started fingering him. I bet he looks totally different now, like me. Gotta go, MY Brendan’s gonna show me how to do a gym session.

“Um, this isn’t…?” Marino set the glass on the table, furry tits out. Where was his shirt? He had just taken a sip of what the waiter brought out and the taste was repugnant. He smacked his lips. No, it was actually kind of good. He looked at his date Esteban; he was wearing a shirt.

“This is going to sound ridiculous, but do you know where I put my shirt?”

Esteban blinked, staring at him. “I think it…ripped off your body?” his voice was unsure.

“What?”

“Yeah, around the time your chest came out, and all that dark hair started growing over it.” Esteban scratched his head, as if he were not quite sure himself.

Marino chuckled, “I hate to tell you this, but I’ve had this chest most of my life. When I started working out at the gym BOOM these tits were the first thing that really came in.” He held his biceps up, “The arms came later.”

“And the facial hair?”

“I don’t have….,” Marino stopped speaking as his hands met dark curls. His fingers traced over his lips then down to his chin. “¿Que es eso?”

“Your beard… or goatee, I guess.” Esteban shrugged with an amused look. “So, you smoke?”

“Never, my dad would kill me.”

“But behind your ear,” Esteban pointed and Marino grazed the cigarette stick there.

“Oh, I guess every now and then. When the mood takes me.”

“I hear you though, I’m not sure if smoking is a habit I’d want my son to pick up.”

Marino’s ear perked up. “Oh, you have a kid?”

“No... I don’t think so,” Esteban answered.

“You don’t think so?” Marino asked.

“My head's been kind of fuzzy since you did that shirt disappearing trick.” Esteban shared.

“My head's been kind of fuzzy too. Guess these drinks are stronger than we thought.” He tipped his glass towards Esteban.

To be honest, Himbo Maker doesn’t really understand trans guys all that well. After all, by the end of their conversation, the guy tells Himbo Maker how much of a big dumb himbo he’s always been.

Injection day always leaves you feeling jittery. Another dose of testosterone in your system, slowly driving a second puberty that just can’t come fast enough. You celebrate every moustache hair and voice crack with some friends on discord, but you wish you could just be through this awkward phase already.

Himbo_mkr: Brooo, that stache and goatee are fuckin on trendddd

You frown at the notification that flashes by on your phone screen. Then you grunt and smirk, rubbing at your upper lip just to feel the dark, bristly hairs move. Your facial hair is your pride and joy, and you love picking new looks to try out. With a swipe, you open up pinterest and start scrolling through ideas, stroking at the thick hair under your chin.

Himbo_mkr: You’re so fuckin cut, bro. It’s like you turn yourself on or somethin

You grunt in your deep voice as another notification flashes by. Before you can check it, you’re distracted by your own reflection in the phone screen. Those traps and shredded pecs were built to be appreciated after all. Setting up your phone on a tripod that wasn’t there a moment ago, you run your thumb along the faded scar beneath your big pectorals. Taking pics for instagram always gets you wet for some reason.

Himbo_mkr: Goddamm, that bulge. Bros like you really do think with ur dicks

Another notification blocking your view of your rockin’ body on the screen. Oh well, you know the angle is right to show the way your striated muscles move as you start to fondle the bulge in your briefs. Ever since it got so sensitive you haven’t thought about much other than getting off, but that’s alright. After all, onlyfans is all about showing off your hard-earned hair, muscles, and cock.

-"Remember me to call the gardener later, the back lawn is a little messy" Said Andrew as he stopped looking out from the kitchen window once his boyfriend had entered the room.

-"Why don't you mow the lawn yourself, if you ask me I think it looks fine" Said Frank, or for now Felipe in his relatively new and very thick Spanish accent.

-"Im busy all the time Frank, in a few minutes Im supposed to review my public administration final project with my partner" Said Andrew as he turned around in order to face his boyfriend.

-"Firstly the name is Felipe for the time being, secondly I would like to remember you that I can use my magic and boom! Problem solved!" Said Felipe as he crossed his arms close to his muscled chest.

-"I don't want to rely on your magic all the time!" Snapped Andrew -"Speaking of which why did you transform yourself again?"

-"Why not?" Said Felipe as he flexed his large biceps at Andrew -"I thought you would like it"

-"I do but now it's not the time, I don't like to wake up each morning to a different boyfriend, if I'm sincere I almost don't remember your original form" Andrew responded calmly as he walked closer towards Felipe while at the same time marveling at the almost exposed hunk he now was.

-"Im sorry it's just my way of spicing up your day" Said Felipe as he approached Andrew and gave him a careful hug with his new muscled arms.

-"And I sincerely appreciate that" Said Andrew as he hugged Felipe back -"But please just stop being a trickster for a moment and act just like a normal person"

-"Fine" Said Felipe in a rather sarcastic tone as both he and Andrew heard the doorbell ringing.

-"That must be him" Said Andrew as he abandoned his boyfriend's embrace and walked past him towards the front door.

Once Andrew reached the door he rapidly opened it and saluted his partner.

-"Hi Jackson, I hope it wasn't hard to get here, please come in" Said Andrew as he signaled with his hand for Jackson to enter.

-"Hi Drew there was no problem getting here, hey I wanted to ask you something" Said Jackson as he entered the house.

"Sure, ask away" Said Andrew.

-"I parked my car in the driveway instead of at the street, is that okay with you? I don't want it to be scratched or bumped like what happened close to campus" Said Jackson.

-"Not at all" Said Andrew as he closed the door and lead Jackson towards the dining room.

Once the both of them had entered the dining room Jackson sat down on a chair while Andrew grabbed his laptop from a small bag and placed it on the table.

-"I've already reviewed some of the data we used and the example about how dividing nationally owned companies that are based on a specific field can lead to overspending and mistakes, I really think that the example we used about the SNCF train and platform controversy in France really sells our point" Said Andrew as he opened the document and showed it to Jackson.

-"I think so as well" Said Jackson as he read the document rapidly -"If we continue working we might be able to finish this in a couple of hours"

-"I know!" Responded Andrew rather excitedly as ever since he and Jackson started the project everything had sailed smoothly.

-"Then let's get to it" Said Jackson as he pulled his own laptop from his bag.

Once Jackson turned on his computer he logged into the shared drive document of the final project and immediately started typing while at the same time reading a few small documents about the topic in a few other browse tabs.

Andrew did the same on his computer but he focused more on trying to find the more superficial errors on the document.

Two hours into the work crunch a loud noise produced by a metallic object was heard all over the house.

-"What was that?" Asked Jackson as he stopped typing on his computer after he heard the noise.

-"That's probably my boyfriend Felipe, he loves cooking" Said Andrew in a low voice as he didn't want his boyfriend hearing his conversation.

-"Oh" Said Jackson -"I remember seeing you holding hands with a guy on campus if I'm sincere you guys make a great couple" Jackson said as he thought about the day he had seen Andrew walking with a muscled and tall Asian guy.

-"Thanks!" Said Andrew as he noticed a tiny bit of purple mist surrounding Jackson.

-"I wish I had that type of relationship" Said Jackson as the muscled and tall Asian guy from his memories was replaced by a muscled and tall Mexican guy.

-"Shit" Thought Andrew as he tried to ignore the purple mist which he knew was probably his boyfriend's doing.

-"So what does he normally cook? sorry if I ask a lot of questions but I also consider myself to be a little bit of a chef" Said Jackson rather proud.

-"Well he is a mixed bag" Said Andrew as he remembered that last night his boyfriend had made some Vietnamese pho in a manner only a native could.

-"He is probably making some tamales" Said Andrew as the purple mist now surrounded him as well.

-"That sounds delicious, I really love Mexican food, I've tried my hand at making some recipes but they aren't as good as ones made by real Mexican's" Said Jackson.

-"I like Mexican too" Said Andrew hoping that his boyfriend hadn't heard anything as he knew that he loved using people's words against them.

-"I remember that when I was a teen my mom use to call a gardener when our grass was tall and when he came he would bring these extremely delicious tamales" Said Jackson.

-"Sounds cool" Said Andrew as the purple mist in the room seemed to increase.

-"Now that I think back I probably had a crush on that guy" Said Jackson while he turned off his computer as he felt that he had already worked enough and that he needed a well-deserved break.

-"Oh no!" Thought Andrew.

-"His brown skin, large muscles, and after working for a few minutes under the sun he would have this musk around him that made me want to masturbate right there and then" Said Jackson with no control as his mind was completely influenced by the purple mist.

-"Stop it" Screamed Andrew internally hoping that his boyfriend would hear him.

-"The accent in his voice" Said Jackson in an almost dreamlike fashion.

-"No no no!" Thought Andrew as Jackson stopped saying what he was saying.

-"Wow, that came out of nowhere, I'm sorry if I said something way too personal" Said Jackson embarrassed.

-"It's fine" Said Andrew -"I don't like judging what type people like or how they swing" Continued Andrew as the purple mist now almost completely covered Jackson.

-"Hey do you mind if I go to the kitchen for a moment" Andrew said as he got up from his chair and rapidly walked towards the kitchen.

-"Sure..." Said Jackson in a drugged-like tone.

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-"I want you to stop whatever you're doing!" Said Andrew as he entered the kitchen.

Felipe turned around and smiled as he walked towards Andrew with a plate filled to the brim with tamales -"Don't worry I already stopped cooking, doesn't it smell good?" Asked Felipe with a cheeky smile.

-"Don't act dumb with me Felipe, whatever you have in mind please stop" Said Andrew as Felipe walked past him towards the dining table.

-"I know you've worked a lot so I made something special for you and your partner" Said Felipe as he placed the plate on the table and introduced himself to Jackson.

-"Hi I'm Felipe, Andrew's boyfriend" Said Felipe as he placed his hand in front of Jackson.

Jackson clumsily grabbed Felipe's hand -"Im Jackson"

-"Andrew told me that you like Mexican food" cryptically said Felipe.

-"Yes I do" Said Jackson in an almost hypnotized way.

-"Well I made some tamales, would you like one? Felipe asked or rather commanded.

-"Yes" Said Jackson as he grabbed one of the tamales and almost expertly started eating it.

-"Good, very good" Said Felipe as Jackson continued eating happily.

-"Fuck" Andrew thought as he looked at the unfolding events, he decided not to say anything as whatever Felipe had planned was going to happen regardless of whatever he said or did.

-"Did it taste good?" Asked Felipe once Jackson had finished eating.

-"Yes, it was good..." Said Jackson as he suddenly started floating from the chair while the purple mist spiraled around him.

-"Did it remind you about something?" Asked Felipe as he continued playing with Jackson's mind.

-"Yes about... about" Jackson stuttered

-"About what?" Asked Felipe with a smile just like that of the cat of Alice in wonderland

-"Home..." Said Jackson with a sad tone.

-"Home? What home?" Asked Felipe.

-"Me...Mexico..." Said Jackson as memories of a little child from a Mexican border town slowly sipped into his thoughts.

-"But your American Jackson... right?" Asked Felipe.

-"No I'm from Mexico" Said Jackson and once he did the clothing that carefully covered his body disappeared into the purple mist.

Once Jackson was fully naked his body immediately grew to be exactly six feet in height.

-"Are you?" Asked Felipe with intrigue.

-"Si" (Yes) Said Jackson in the most beautiful and deep Spanish one can imagine, as he said that the skin all over his body turned into a rich brown which also had a beautiful natural shading due to long and direct exposure from the sun while doing manual labor.

-"And why are you in America?" Asked Felipe as the purple mist made a trip around Jackson's body in a wave-like pattern leaving behind defined and large muscles.

-"No te entiendo" (I don't understand you) Said Jackson as his legs now sported a titan set of quads when the purple mist finished passing through them.

-"Perdon, pensé que tu inglés era excelente" (Sorry, I thought your English was excellent) Said Felipe as the purple mist passed through the rest of Jackson's legs leaving them completely carved.

-"My English... no good" Said Jackson in the thickest accented English anyone had ever heard as all of the basic knowledge about the language was replaced by Spanish grammar and words.

-"Listo, ¿entonces que estas haciendo en America?" (Okay, then what are you doing in America then?) Asked Felipe.

-"Vine aquí por una vida mejor" (I came here for a better life) Responded Jackson as he remembered illegally crossing the border as he didn't want to be in a hellhole in the middle of nowhere for the rest of his life.

-"¿Enserio? ¿Y en qué trabajas?" (Really? What is your job?) Asked Felipe even though he already knew both answers.

-"Soy gardinero" (I'm a gardener) Said Jackson with full conviction as memories of cutting lawns and stylizing plants from a young age hijacked his train of thiug

-"Esa no es toda la verdad..." (That's not the whole truth...) Said Felipe as he waited for Jackson's reply.

-"También soy stripper" (I am also a stripper) Said Jackson with a little bit of embarrassment while dancing routines and the occasional sucking balls or being fucked in the ass entered his currently influenceable mind.

-"Eso no te deberia dar pena" (That shouldn't embarrass you) Said Felipe as Jackson's brown ass cheeks swelled and swelled until they finally reached the state of being two perfect globes that would easily bounce with even the most minimum movement.

-"Lo se" (I know") Said Jackson as his dick became extremely brown and lots of thick black hairs formed around his new lower hanging balls.

-"Entonces eres gay" (So you are gay?) Asked Felipe.

-"Si soy gay" (Yes I'm gay) Said Jackson proudly as his dick became uncut and grew to the length of ten inches and a half.

-"Okay" (Okay) Said Felipe as the purple mist passed through Jackson's lean abdomen leaving behind a six-pack that was covered in small black hairs that formed a treasure trail towards his dick

-"Yo no juzgo eso" (I don't judge that) Said Felipe as the mist arrived in Jackson's chest which made it grow giving him an enviable set of muscled tits topped by a pair of extremely sensitive brown nipples.

From there the purple mist accelerated its pace as it turbocharged through Jackson's arms which developed larger biceps and lower arms.

-"Veo que te gusta tener mucho pelo" (I see that you like to have lots of hair) Said Felipe as Jackson's pits were covered in large patches of black hairs and in his chest a few hairs also appeared.

-"Me gustan mucho" (I like them a lot) Said Jackson as the mist arrived at his face, almost immediately every single Caucasian feature became replaced by more mestizo ones and a perfectly styled and well kept black goatee appeared in Jackson's previously clean-shaven face -"Me hacen sentir como un verdadero hombre" (They make me feel like a real man).

After that, the purple mist arrived at Jackson's hair which became the same black as the rest of the hairs in his body and shortened itself into Jackson's scalp.

Now that Jackson was fully transformed the purple mist placed him carefully on the seat he was previously sitting in.

-"Ahora, como te llamas?" (Now, what is your name?) Asked Felipe as Jackson's new almost eleven-inch dick was now covered by a stained jock.

-"Yo me llamo..." (My name is...) Stuttered Jackson as the whole of his body was now covered by a dirty and old jean overall.

-"Tomate tu tiempo" (Take your time) Said Felipe as Jackson's hands now sported a pair of gardening gloves and his almost shaven head was protected by a camo cap.

-"Me llamo Jesus" Said Jackson as the spiraling purple pattern in his eyes disappeared letting both Felipe and Andrew observe Jesus's new brown pupils.

The purple mist that surrounded Jesus then traveled towards his computer which became a simple paper contract for a gardening project while his bag filled with college textbooks became a simple and old bag filled with gardening equipment once the purple mist touched it, finally, the purple mist flew out of the house and transformed the relatively new sedan parked in the driveway into a new white ford van which had the logo of a gardening company.

-"Ah mi cabeza... (Oh my head...) Said Jesus as he felt a small headache -"Que estaba haciendo? (What was I doing?)

-"Estabas probando uno de mis tamales mientras firmaba el contrato para el nuevo diseño del Jardin" (You were tasting one of my tamales while I was signing the contract for the new garden design) Felipe said without skipping a beat.

-"Si cierto!" (That's right!) Said Jesus as he got up from the chair he was seating in and grabbed the already signed contract.

-"Perdon pero el dia de hoy ha sido un poco ocupado y eso me puede hacer olvidar algunas cosas" (Sorry but today has been a busy day and I sometimes forget a few things) Said Jesus with a little bit of embarrassment.

-"No pasa nada, eso le pasa a cualquiera" (Don't worry, that happens to anyone) Said Felipe noticing the strong manly smell Jesus was bathed in.

-Si me disculpas, voy coger unas cosas de la van (If you could excuse me, Im going to pick up a few things from the van) Said Jesus as he walked out of the room.

-"I hope you turn him back once you've had your silly laughs" Said Andrew as Felipe observed his brand new creation walking away.

-"I thought you wanted for someone to take care of the garden situation" Said Felipe while he turned around to look at his boyfriend.

-"I did but you'd didn't have to transform my partner!" Snapped Andrew -"I still have to finish my project!"

-"I know but I overhead that you guys already have almost everything done and I've seen you work a lot so I decided to help you both blow up some steam" Said Felipe as he got closer to Andrew.

-"Wait, what do you mean by both?" Asked Andrew as he saw the purple mist started forming around him.

-"You'll see" Said Felipe as the purple mist started transforming Andrew but in a much rapid manner.

In an instant, Andrew's height surged to six feet two while his pasty white skin changed in coloration to a light mocha tone.

-"I hate you!" Said Andrew as his clothes disappeared leaving him completely naked which allowed him a perfect view of his rapidly growing muscles, especially his new larger pecs and defined six-pack.

-"I love you too" Said Felipe as he put his hands around his boyfriend while he passionately started kissing him.

Felipe passed his hands around Andrew's body leaving each part he touched completely changed, when he touched his nips and pinched them they became larger and pierced, as he felt Andrew's new muscled back his hands slipped towards his ass which immediately grew more larger than it should have been

Then Felipe grabbed Andrew's already erect dick and started to play with it which made Andrew tremble in pleasure.

When Andrew was about to cum Felipe stopped pleasuring his dick which was now almost ten inches in length.

Felipe then passed his hands randomly around different parts of Andrew's body leaving behind beautiful and colorful tattoos.

After a while of this Andrew's body was fully transformed which meant it was time for some clothing.

Felipe materialized a pair of flamboyant pink tennis around Andrew's feet, a purple speedo around his ass cheeks and dick, and finally a purple bandana around his new beautifully black lush hair.

-"Enserio?" (Really?) Asked Andrew or for the time being Andres as he looked at the almost nonexistent clothing he was wearing -"No crees que me veo muy estereotipado (Don't you think I look too stereotypical).

-"Para nada" (Not at all) Said Felipe in a sarcastic tone as he yet again started to passionately kiss Andres on the lips and from time to time on the neck.

Suddenly before both men could move to the bedroom in order to have a more private affair they were interrupted by the noise of something falling to the floor.

Felipe and Andres immediately looked at where they thought the noise had originated from.

There, right in front of the both of them stood Jesus with his mouth almost open to the ground, for a few seconds nobody said anything but Jesus finally decided to take some initiative.

-"Lo siento si los interrumpi" (Sorry If I interrupted you guys) Said Jesus with a small smile in his face.

-"Esta bien Jesus" (It's okay Jesus) Said Felipe as he also now had a smile on his face.

Yet again for another few seconds, nobody said anything while the sexual tension in the room continued to rise and rise.

-"Les importa si me les uno" (Do you guys mind if I join?) Asked Jesus in his low deep voice.

Felipe and Andres looked at each other as they had a rather short telepathic discussion about the whole situation.

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-"Demosle" (Let's do it).

-"No creo que deberiamos, me parece incorrecto todo esto" (I don't think we should, all of this seems wrong to me).

-"El no recordara nada despues de esto, ademas esta es una fantasia secreta de el" (He won't remember anything after this, either way, this is a secret fantasy of his).

-"Estas seguro?" (Are you sure?).

-"Tu sabes que lo unico que hago yo es cumplir sueños pero a mi manera" (You know that the only this I do is to make dreams come true but in my way).

-"Okay, si tu lo dices" (Okay, if you say so)

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-"Para nada Papi unete al combo" (Not at all Papi join the combo) Said Felipe in a sensual voice.

Jesus immediately after listening to this walked towards Felipe and Andres, once he was in reach he grabbed the both of them and pulled them into a three-way kiss.

Both Felipe and Andres released small moans and grunts as their dicks became erect, they continued kissing with Jesus for a few seconds until Jesus finally stopped and proceed to remove his cap, gloves and overall leaving him almost naked.

Felipe took the leadership and positions himself behind Jesus and removed his jock while Andres happily kneeled as to more easily reach Jesus's dick.

Just as Felipe started to repeatedly penetrate Jesus's beautiful giggly ass Andres started to expertly suck Jesus's large dick while also playing with the hanging fruits below it.

-"Mas duro!" (Harder!) Requested Jesus in a feminine tone as Felipe kissed him on the neck.

-"Claro que si putita" (Of course bitch) Whispered Felipe as he increased his pace.

-"Te gusta?" (Do you like it?) Asked Felipe.

-"Si Papi!" (Yes Daddy!) Said Felipe as a few tears of pleasure formed around his eyes -"No pares!" (Don't stop!)

Meanwhile, Andres started licking Jesus's balls which made Jesus moan even more.

After a good few minutes Jesus cumed into Andres's face just as Felipe had finally cumed in Jesus's ass.

The three horny Mexican men stood there breathing for a while as the heat within them decreased, Andres then reintroduced Jesus's dick in his mouth in order to completely drain it while Felipe started to finger Jesus's now lubed hole.

Once all of the men had their filling they each went on their way, Jesus who was now fully clothed moved to the garden and started mowing the grass, Andres still in his gogo boy Mexican form decided to resume his work after a very pleasurable pressure release while Felipe ate a few tamales next to him.

-"Te dije que te hacía falta un descanso" (I told you that you need a break).

-"Gracias!" (Thank you!) Said Andres as he kissed his boyfriend again.

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I have no idea how but this story passed the 250 block limit 😑, Anyway...I hope you guys like it 😏.

It was a local urban legend, an old abandoned warehouse where tons of underground parties happened ages ago. According to the legend, when you walked into the house, your appearance and personality changed to perfectly match whatever you were wearing. Every single story featured themed costume parties and tons of body transforming fun.

These days, there was a chain link fence all around the warehouse with tons of “keep out” signs posted. But still, even though it seemed like a lot like this would be rebuilt, the costume house remained.

One night, you got bored and horny enough, thinking about what people might turn into at a costume house party, that you decided to go take a look. You threw on a pair of sweatpants and a dark sweater and headed out.

The lot looked ominous in the gloom, lit only by the reflected glow of nearby streetlights. You hopped the fence and started to walk around the house, trying to figure out where to enter. There didn’t seem to be any security, and you were warm from your jog over, so you stripped off your sweater. No one was around, you could bare your unremarkable chest if you wanted.

A door near the back of the warehouse was ajar, and you pushed it open. It moved silently. You took out your phone’s flashlight and stepped inside.

You had the impression of a huge, empty space inside, bare concrete floor with a few piles of junk laying around, and then your whole body was overtaken with an overwhelming erotic sensation. You stumbled forward, the door swinging shut behind you.

As you collapsed to your hands and knees, your phone bounced out of your grasp and illuminated a broken mirror lying on its side. You saw yourself, looking flushed and horny, freeballing in loose grey sweatpants with no shirt on. You looked like a—

Grindr bro.

You were dressed up like one of those dudes who claims to be an aesthetic male appreciator but gets on his knees at the slightest provocation, who loves cock but loves even more to pretend that he doesn’t. The realisation sent shockwaves through your body that finally focussed in on your dick.

It was already steel hard from the supernatural stimulation you were experience, but you felt it stretching even bigger and harder. When your eyes uncrossed, you saw in the mirror that your big dick formed a visible tube in your sweats, a wet spot forming by the head.

Tingling waves of pleasure coursed from your dick down your legs, and they bulked up in the sweats, filling out the fabric to show your hot new muscles even through loose pants. Like a true dl bottom bro, your ass swelled up like you spammed hip thrusts every leg day, your ample cheeks giving you a crease along your crack as you spasmed on the ground.

Your bare belly filled out with a set of hot abs, perfect for a torso picture that would get bottoms and tops alike wet. The sensation of your abs and pecs growing in got you moaning, a sound that echoed from the distant walls. Light hairs grew in over your new muscles, giving you a cute yet manly look.

Your arms became truly impressive. Thick underarm hair, huge biceps, and veiny forearms perfect for impressing a bro at the gym so you could have some fun with him in the showers. You had been sweating the whole time you’d transformed, from the mix of pleasure and terror, but now all your new hair released a strong, musky stench that bros would definitely appreciate.

The final steps in the physical transformation were your neck and head, the least important parts, since the new you wasn’t going to be taking face pics. Your neck thickened, and your moans became lower pitched, then lower still as your natural speaking range extended downwards to an almost parodically masculine sound. You kept your boyish looks, sharpened by a habitual sneer and a slit in one eyebrow, as your hair became a perfect tight bro cut.

You tried to resist as you felt the costume house’s magic reaching into your head. Who knew if this would ever wear off? But the tingling pleasure of the transformation penetrated your mind, and your thoughts started to change to match your costumed body.

Cock. You couldn’t think about anything else. You could cover up your needs by playing up your manliness, but your mouth and your hole felt so empty, and you wanted to stick your big bro cock in some boy, too. All your other personality and interests vanished, replaced with the gym, partying, and, more than anything else, getting cock.

As the transformation finally ended, you scrambled to grab your phone. It had transformed too, becoming a beat-up iPhone with a cracked screen and some random meaningless girl as the background pic. Grindr was hidden in the folders exactly where you expected it. You scrolled through your badass set of faceless gym pics and mirror selfies that showed your muscle bro bod and big dick, and jumped in to message the first guy you saw.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" Ethan shifted, pretending to look interested. He had an exam coming up and a hundred places he’d rather be, but the man across from him only grew more animated by the second.

"So we came up with our slogan, 'Be PrEPared.'" The man practically beamed. "The boys in marketing really outdid themselves, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Ethan caught his mind wandering and forced a smile. "I'm happy to be involved. I think population health is undervalued."

"Preach, babe." The man snapped his fingers.

Ethan grinned internally. The guy was eating out of his hand, and Ethan knew it wasn't just his answers. From the tone to blatantly checking him out, this guy fit every gay stereotype Ethan knew. What could he say? The gays loved him.

"But enough about me," the man laughed, leaning forward. "Tell me about you, hun. Why join our campaign?"

Ethan’s smile widened. He could tell the truth: he didn't give a shit about population health. He wanted a cushy specialty, and residency directors liked well-rounded resumes.

"Well, I think this is a great opportunity to support..." Ethan trailed off as the man raised a skeptical eyebrow. "...support marginalized groups. Happy to help de-stigmatize this stuff."

The man stared, then broke into a grin. "Oh my God, you're adorable."

Ethan let out an awkward chuckle. "That's a first." When the silence stretched into uncomfortable territory, he leaned in. "Look, I'd be good at this. Promise you won't regret bringing me on board."

The man tapped a finger against his chin. "Hmmm..." Really? Had this guy even looked at his résumé? This wasn't exactly a difficult decision, "Who would you prescribe PrEP to?" He finally asked.

"Uh…" Ethan wasn't expecting that. "Guys who sleep around, I guess." He paused, catching himself. "You know what I mean. Gay guys. Men who have sex with men."

"And would you use PrEP?"

"Uh, no." The answer shot out too quickly. The man’s eyebrow climbed, "I mean, I'm not the target demographic," Ethan corrected with a nervous laugh. "Nothing against it, but I'm not looking for sex with other men."

The man studied him for a beat, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, Ethan, I think we're gonna get along just fine."

"So that's a yes?"

"Oh, babe. That's absolutely a yes."

The tension left Ethan's shoulders. Perfect. One more line for the application. "Awesome. I appreciate the opportunity."

"We're excited to have you." The man reached beneath his desk and pulled out a small BePRePared tote bag. "Take this, hun."

"What's in it?"

"Everything you'll need for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

The man's grin somehow widened. "Don't you worry. We'll be in touch."

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"That took longer than I thought." Ethan returned to his apartment, tossed the BePRePared tote bag onto the couch, and sat at his desk to study, "Fuck, I'm behind."

He stared at his digital flashcards, trying to prepare his best for his upcoming exam. But the text blurred. He blinked and stared at the card.

"What the hell?" He knew the answer to this, or at least he did yesterday. A suffocating brain fog rolled over him, as a dull ache started behind his eyes. His mind went completely blank, "Am I getting sick?"

Shoving himself away from the desk, he ran his hands through his hair. His neat trim felt dense, curling thickly between his fingers. He paused and ran his hand through his hair again, slower this time.

"How...?" Suddenly, the room tilted and sweat broke out across Ethan’s forehead, his joints throbbed, "Shit..." He couldn't afford to get sick, not when he had his first gig with BePrEPared tomorrow. The thought made him stop, "What am I thinking? Must be the fever... fucking with my head... Need water..."

He stumbled toward the kitchen and reached for a glass, barely noticing the fabric of his sleeve straining against his growing bicep. He quickly chugged his water, and froze when he wiped his chin. There was thick, rough stubble there. As if he hadn't shaved in a week.

"Fevers can... cause... hallucinations." He reasoned, although his thoughts were coming slower now, "Need... sleep..."

The room spun and his temperature spiked as he stumbled over towards the couch. He weakly pulled his scrub top off and threw it aside, his palms brushing through the thick, dark mat of body hair sprouting across his chest. But he barely recognized any of this, as his vision blurred and body grew weaker. He grabbed the tote bag on the couch and dropped it to the ground, the contents spilling out.

"What the fuck is this?" Ethan muttered, his voice dropping an octave, settling deeper. He felt a surge of irritation. This was a joke. They couldn't be serious. He was a medical student, for God's sake, not a...

Yet, as he stared at the blue speedo, his mind drifted to thinking about the happy, muscular campaign ambassadors he remembered seeing on the website. No exams. No residency stress. Just having fun and being noticed.

"Must be nice..." He fell onto the couch, and wiped sweat away from his forehead, "Fuck..." He smiled weakly, "I bet I’d look good in that Speedo." he thought.

He blinked, horrified by his own thought. Where had that come from? He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but the movement only triggered a vicious wave of nausea.

"This isn't… a normal virus," he muttered. The words felt clumsy on his tongue, "Something's... wrong... with me..."

Ethan's hands drifted across his torso, tangling in the growing, dense dark body hair that was spreading now across his stomach. Beneath the coarse mat, his pectorals had swollen into heavy, solid shelves of muscle, hard and burning to the touch. He squeezed his own chest, a delirious, breathless laugh escaping him as his thumb traced over a newly sensitive, hyper-reactive nipple. He pinched it, and a sharp, slutty jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to his groin.

"Fuck," Ethan groaned, "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

The room was spinning now and he was starting to see things that he knew shouldn't be there. He saw Joshua, sitting and smirking in the corner of the room.

"You're... not here." He slurred, "Leave me... alone..."

He closed his eyes tightly, and the hallucination of Joshua blurred and shifted. He was suddenly surrounded by nameless men crowding over the couch. He could feel them. Their heavy, rugged palms gripping his broadened shoulders, rough fingers digging greedily into his newly full, heavy ass, squeezing his thickening muscles. With a grunt, he flipped onto his stomach, and arched his ass.

"Ah... fuck..." Ethan groaned, drool leaking from his mouth. He whimpered as he felt something press against his exposed hole, "Pl...Please..."

His hand slithered past the tight elastic of his boxers, wrapping around a cock that was longer, thicker, and harder than it had ever been. He began to pump it in a frantic, heavy rhythm, his muscular thighs flexing with every stroke. He didn't care about the exam. He didn't care about residency. He just wanted to be a dumb, hot object. He wanted to be used.

“Would you use PrEP, babe?” Joshua’s voice echoed in his head.

"Wh-why... would... I?" Ethan moaned, "I'm... not... Oh... fuck..." He gagged suddenly as he felt the heavy pressure of a thick cock pushing deep into his throat, stretching his jaw and cutting off his breath, while another massive, rigid shaft slammed brutally up his ass, "Th... this isn't... real..." He thought, even as his jaw ached.

Every thrust of the thick, veiny shaft plugging his throat made his eyes water as he gagged. Simultaneously, he felt his ass being stretched wider as the skin-on-skin pounding drove his lower body forward, burying his face deeper into the cushions with each wet, heavy slap.

“What’s the doctor word for... not breathing?” he tried to ask himself, “Can't... think of it. Mind... fuzzy. So heavy.”

The ambient hum of his laptop fan and the quiet of the night vanished, completely replaced by a deep, thumping electronic base that vibrated directly through the cushions beneath his chest. His brain couldn't quite process the switch. Even the clinical definitions of auditory hallucinations felt too distant, too complicated to grasp.

“Music?” Ethan thought, his cognitive processing slowing to a crawl. “Music... nice... feels good...”

Even the scent of the room was suddenly different. A thick, heavy cloud of cologne, raw male sweat, and latex filled his lungs with every desperate, choking gasp.

“Smells... good,” the simple thought drifted lazily through his mind, “Warm. Thick. Smells like... men. Sex."

He let out a choked gasp as the cock went deeper down his throat. Panicking with what little logical faculty he had left, Ethan whipped his hands upward, fully intending to push away whatever hallucination was blocking his airway and clamping his jaw open.

“Get it out... need to study... am a doctor...”

But instead of empty air, his palms connected firmly with hot, sweaty flesh. The solid, moving hips of a man rhythmically thrusting down his throat.

“No... Wha...? Not a dream? Real. Big. So big. In my mouth. Up my ass.”

He reached out desperately, trying to find leverage, but instead his thicker palms and fingers clamped directly around two pulsing, rigid cocks. His broadened shoulders flexed automatically as his palms wrapped tight, his fingers squeezing the thick shafts as he began to stroke them in a frantic, heavy rhythm. His body knew exactly what to do, even if his brain could no longer define it.

“Stroke them... make them feel good,” his dumbed-down thoughts hummed, completely content to abandon his studies. “Good boy. Do what they want. Just a hot object.”

The thumping music grew louder, accompanied by the rapid, rhythmic click-whir of a professional camera shutter and deep, masculine groans of approval close to his ears.

"Look at him take it," a deep, gravelly voice chuckled right above him. "The new guy's an absolute natural."

Flash. Flash.

An intense, blinding glare of white-hot light penetrated right through his closed eyelids. The searing heat radiating against his skin wasn't a fever spike anymore; it was the burning warmth of professional studio lighting hanging directly overhead.

Ethan’s eyes snapped open.

He wasn't in his apartment. No, he was pinned face-down on a leather sofa in the center of a roaring photography studio. He could see his reflection in a mirror. Bulkier, hairier... sexier... sporting a toy stethoscope over his hair-covered chest and a tiny blue Speedo that was completely soaked through.

"Oh my gawd..." He thought, eyes watering.

A tall, rugged model stood over him, holding Ethan's face up by a tight fist in his thick, curly hair as he slid deep into Ethan’s throat. Behind him, a massive, tatted model was burying himself ruthlessly into Ethan’s expanded, aching glutes, slamming his hips forward with a heavy, wet slap. To his left and right, two more models leaned over the couch, grinning down at him as Ethan’s large, rough hands rapidly pumped them.

"Fuck... where'd you find this guy?"

Ethan's eyes were wide now, but the panic he expected to feel never came. His mind was too beautifully empty, too saturated with testosterone and pleasure. Board scores, residency applications, the endless stress of his old life...

“I’m the PrEP boy,” his thoughts drifted, “Dumb... hot... please... use me.”

"Keep going, hun, you're doing amazing," Joshua called out over the music, gesturing to the lens. "So, let's hear it for the campaign! Would you use PrEP?"

The thick cock down his throat pulled out with a wet pop, a line of drool running down his heavy, stubbled chin. He looked straight into the camera lens, his mind completely wiped of medical terminology. None of that mattered anymore. He was a BePRePared model. He was beautiful, he was being used, and he loved it.

"Y-Yes..." Ethan gasped out, his voice a deep, thoroughly broken baritone. His hips gave a desperate, simple twitch against the man behind him. "Yes... God, yes..."

The photographer grinned, clicking the shutter rapidly. "Perfect! That's the money shot!"

With a final, shattering surge of friction, the man behind him buried himself to the hilt, releasing deep inside him. Simultaneously, the model in front of him painted Ethan's face and thick, hairy chest, while the two men in his hands blew their loads over his fingers. And Ethan's own massive, leaking cock throbbed and fired a heavy stream into his tight, blue speedo.

"So good..." He moaned, falling back onto the couch and looking up at the other models with a dumb, happy grin, "More…?" he slurred, a thick bead of drool tracking down his chin and mixing with the man's seed. "More… please… use me more…"

"Don't you worry." Joshua patted him on the shoulder, while the other models chuckled, "You're our star now, Ethan. We've got plenty of work lined up for you." He nodded over at the photographer.

"Next shoot is in twenty minutes, boys," the photographer called out, adjusting his lens with a grin. "Clean him up just enough to do it all over again."

“I wish some twinks were bears.”

Now, a real evil genie would come in and start turning gay guys into another species of animal, but that’s not sexy at all. So I’ve redirected your wish to a hornier kind of genie. He should be on his way now.

You’re hanging out at the beach with a bunch of your gay friends when the genie turns up. It’s been swarming with little annoying twinks all day, splashing around in the water and showing off their skinny, hairless bodies. You feel the genie before you see him, an overwhelmingly masculine presence that makes you feel like you need to bow down to him. He’s huge, a behemoth of bulky powerlifter muscles and hair so dense you can barely see his tattooed skin. He grins through his beard at you. “Heard your wish,” he rumbles, in a bass voice you feel in your chest, “got your back.”

The genie winds back his arm and is suddenly holding a volleyball. “Keep ‘er in the air, boys!” he calls to the twinks, all of whose attention snaps to the ball as the genie hurls it skyward. Come to think of it, you can barely look away from the ball, desperate not to let it hit the ground and disappoint the genie.

When the first twink hits the ball back into the sky, the recoil ripples up his arms. They suddenly bulk up with veiny, hairy muscle, and tattoos flow up to his shoulders an instant later. By then, he has a thick beard and his chest and belly have softened into a sexy hairy pillow. He seems confused for an instant, then he shakes his head and lunges for another twink.

This twink punts the ball too, and an instant later his skin darkens, his hair and muscle grow, and you can almost see the brains drain out of him as he sticks his tongue out and starts popping his fat pecs.

A third bear. A fourth. A fifth. Each hotter and manlier than the last, all horny.

Finally, one of them knocks the ball your way. You know you have to keep it in the air. The genie said so. Are you ready to transform?

Another wish fulfilled.

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

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

One place I have not been yet is Amsterdam. I would so love to go please

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You wake up to darkness. For an instant, you feel fear rising, but then it gets washed away. You’re in sensory deprivation with a hood on. Of course. You test your bonds, feeling the leather suit and straps tight against your skin. Your legs ache distantly from falling asleep on your knees with your arms bound behind you. You can smell the leather on your face, as well as the stale sweat and cum you’ve been kneeling in for who knows how long. In the distance, muffled through the hood and the walls, you can hear the thumping music and chatter of a club.

You hear footsteps approaching, and a door open. You kneel at attention. A rough hand grabs you by the O-ring at the nape of your neck and hauls off your hood. You blink your blue eyes in the sudden light. You’re in a bare room some storeys above the Reguliersdwarsstraat. You’re a skinny, beautiful young man in head-to-toe leather bondage, with two big leather daddies looking down at you. One, the one holding you by the neck, is your handler, the other is one of his regulars.

The two men look down at you with sneers, but you know later tonight, if you service their thick, cheesy dicks well enough, they’ll take you out for a night in Amsterdam you’ll never remember. After all, what else is a leather boy for but bottoming and blacking out?

Enjoy your vacation!

For many people Easton seemed like just your average dude. He has medium brown hair, a regular body shape, average height and was always flirting with women in his free time. But to Carson he was none of that. Easton was a spoiled brat who got pushed by his parents to graduate college, he didn’t work hard for his grades like Carson did, he didn’t spend time studying for test to know all the answers like Carson had to, hell he didn’t even have to struggle with finding a love life. Every girl on campus seemed to swoon over Easton but Carson on the other hand was seemingly the only gay man attending the whole college.

Carson sat in his dorm preparing for his finals. He knew that he’d need almost perfect marks in all his test if he wanted to stay in contention for Valedictorian. He knew that his best bet was to pull out his textbooks and notes and review all the material he could to prepare but upon checking his bag he realized he’d forgotten his textbooks in the lecture hall. It was way too late for him to get them so he had to settle for running to the library and borrowing one till test were over

He grabbed his coat and set on his way down to the Main Street so he could get the books. A light drizzle set through the night sky as Carson took swift steps down the road. He found any and every awning he could to stay as dry as possible but as he got closer and closer to the library the drizzle became a rain and then a full blown thunderstorm. Carson had no choice but to dip into whatever open store he could find first.

He walked another few minutes until he stumbled across a shop with dim lights on the store front. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the store in his years in the town but chose to go in anyway in attempts to avoid the rain. Upon entering the shop he saw the same dim lighting lit the store. He walked down the aisles and realized he seemed to have stumbled into an antique shop.

“This way” Carson turned his head to the left to see where the voice had come from but saw nobody in his vicinity. He had assumed it was an employee in another isle and continued looking around. After another 10 or so steps he heard it again “Behind you” and immediately swiveled his body around to see nothing yet again. He decided to get out of the aisle and go to the register to speak to an employee about the store.

Carson made his way to the register but found no employee to be found. He decided to wait a few minutes but still had yet to see a sign of any other human in the store. He walked over to the window to see if the rain had stopped. As he looked out the window he was greeted by the voice again “Below you”. Carson looked down to discover a small play set filled with 2 dolls, some clothes and items. On top of it layed a note. “Change their destiny”. He picked up the play set and examined it “how did you speak to me? And how did you end up on the floor behind me?”

He sat there staring at the player confused by its presence when without any warning he was grabbed on the shoulders “The play set has chosen you, write the names of those you want to change and control their fate” he looked back to see an old man whispering in his ear “Jesus Christ a warning next time please. Who are you and what do you mean control their fate?” Carson asked. The man simply replied “It doesn’t matter who I am. The play set has chosen you and you must now fulfill its request. It’s free of charge and I suggest you think carefully to your choices”

Carson again stared at the man “that’s great and all but what I really need is a text book? Do you happen to have any I can look at or buy while I’m waiting the rain out?” To which the man replied simply “I think you’ll find that you won’t need a textbook. And the rain has ended and with that the store will be closing so I’m going to ask you leave” before starting to push Carson out the door. He gave one last warning “Be careful with your choices as each only works once” before shutting the door and locking it.

Carson stared at the shop before checking his phone and seeing it was 10:57pm, there was no way he would make it to the library before it closed and then back to his dorm with enough energy to study. He accepted defeat and carried his newly acquired play set back to his room. Upon arriving he set it down and opened the play set to reveal the insides. On each side was one doll, in the middle was a crate with a note atop “Grab each doll and write their name to change their fate”.

At this point Carson was too tired to play with a child’s playset. He figured if he couldn’t study he may as well sleep and be well rested for his test. He got undressed and sat in bed. He fell asleep whilst mentally preparing himself for his test but once asleep started dreaming about Easton. His brain focused on Easton and then on Himself. And at the end of the dream he saw the tags from the dolls. On the tags were two names, Easton and Carson. Carson wake up and looked at his alarm clock. 4:31 am, he still had 3 hours till he needed to wake up but all he could focus on was the dolls and him and Eastons names on the tags.

He sat up and got out of bed figuring he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he had checked. He walked over to the play set to check and found both dolls sitting in the same positions but now both had name tags on them. One named Easton and one named Carson. He stared at the dolls attempting not to freak out and trying to convince himself this was yet another dream. He picked up the doll that said Carson and examined it, he hated to admit it but it did look oddly like him but that must just have been coincidence.

He put the doll back down before opening the crate. Inside were 6 items. A Book, A Collar, A Leash, A Shaker, a Rainbow and a heart that had been broken into 2 pieces. He took the items out and set the on the table. At the bottom of the crate were 2 outfits. One consisted of a polo shirt with tight pants with a fancy belt and some dress loafers. The other consisted of a tank top and shorts. He stared at the items and clothing before grabbing the 2 dolls. He thought about the man’s words that each item could only be used once.

He stared at the items before picking up the book and examining it. it looked just like his textbook he had forgotten in the lecture hall. He questioned how and why it looked exactly like it but decided to give it to his doll so he could at least pretend he had it. Upon setting the book on the dolls lap he heard a clicking noise as if someone had locked something. He then saw the boom start to disappear in front of his very eyes before he was greeted by a sudden headache. He tried to rationalize what had just happened, how had the boom just suddenly disappear from in front of his face? Why did he have a headache out of no where?.

But suddenly he realized what had happened. He had used the book and now to ensure it wasn’t used again it had vanished. But that didn’t account for his headache. He chose to not think much about it and instead go back to the items. He next picked up the shaker. It looked like the kind you make a protein shake in and by no means was he the type of person to have one of those. He chose to give it to the Easton doll instead figuring it was only fair to give each one item. Again there was a clicking noise before he watched the shaker vanish. His next two items were a leash and a collar. He had no clue why dolls would need either of these without an animal being present but decided to give them each on anyway. He gave his doll the leash and the Easton doll received the collar. Once again a Click before both items vanished.

He went to grab the rainbow when he heard his phone ding. It was a message from Easton “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new fucking workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better at this type shit”. That was weird? Easton didn’t workout from his knowledge and he definitely never called him bro let alone text him in general. He put his phone back down before grabbing the rainbow. He looked at it and thought about what doll should receive it. He decided to give it to Easton because Carson already had a rainbow with him being that he was gay so why not give Easton a rainbow of some sort. Click and vanish, only one item left.

Carson grabbed the heart and saw the 2 broken pieces. He figured since it was broke into 2 separate pieces maybe he’d be able to give one piece to each doll. He attempted figuring of it didn’t work the pieces wouldn’t vanish anyways so why not try. He placed one piece onto each doll and heard a final Click before watching both pieces vanish. He then looked at the 2 dolls sitting in their respective areas. He suddenly focused in on the Easton doll, something about it drawing his attention.

He stared at the Easton dolls perfect face shape, the Easton doll also had huge muscles unlike the Carson doll. But something else was going on, almost as if it made him think of the real Easton and how hot he was… no that couldn’t be. Easton was his rival and he was also straight no way would Carson find him hot… right? The way his chest filed his shirt and his smile seemed to light up a room. Was Carson in love with Easton?

Carson sat there trying to deny his sudden feeling towards Easton when his phone went off. “MESSAGE FROM BABE: Can’t wait to see you after my morning gym session :D doing my best I can to please my boyfriend and become his ideal man type shit- E “ Carson stared at the message in disbelief, who was BABE? He was single no? He immediately unlocked his phone to look and see the message. Upon opening it he saw something that caught his eye, in the same message thread was the message “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better”… the same exact one Easton had sent earlier.

“There’s no way… Easton was straight last time I checked??? He was flirting with girls yesterday morning but now all a sudden I feel like I’ve been dating him for years?” He looked down at his phone again. SHIT it was 8:13 and he had class in 17 minutes, he dropped his phone on the table and immediately got dressed before sprinting to his class leaving everything behind in his dorm. Upon entering his class he started to freak out remembering he hadn’t studied. But as he took the test he realized he’d known everything on it like it was child’s play… the book. He gave himself knowledge of everything in the textbook when he gave his doll the book.

It the clicked to him that the items truly were changing fates. The book made him smarter and the heart made him love Easton. The rainbow made Easton gay and the heart made him love Carson, the shaker made him obsessed with the gym. And the collar and leash chose who was the submissive one and who was dominant.

Whilst Carson was figuring this out the now jacked Easton decided to leave the gym. He decided he was going to go visit Carson at his dorm, Carson hadn’t responded to any of his texts due to his phone being left in the dorm and Easton wanted to make sure he was okay. Easton entered the dorm to find no signs of Carson but he did find his phone. He walked over to pick it up when he discovered the 2 dolls that looked just like him and Carson. He saw the clothes on the table next to the and deciding to play a funny joke on Carson, obviously Easton was the jock so he should wear the tank top and shorts so why not put those on Carson instead. It was just a harmless prank in his eyes not like it would affect anything.

Easton grabbed the Carson doll and slipped it into the shorts and tank top. Carson on his way back from class heard the click before suddenly watching his clothes transform into that of the outfit left in his dorm. He looked around too see if anyone had noticed his clothes magically changing in front of his eyes but to his shock everyone acted as if Carson had always been wearing them. It clicked in his head that someone must’ve put the outfit on his doll and he started sprinting back to his dorm to try and stop them from doing anything else.

Easton then grabbed his doll and grabbed the polo and tight pants. He slipped his doll into them admiring how they hugged his dolls body. Carson proceeded to hear another click before realized something else had changed. He was only another 2 minute sprint from his dorm he knew he had to hurry. Easton on the other hand stood up as his clothes magically changed. His shirt become a polo shirt the hugged his chest tightly showing off every single muscle in his body. His pants transformed into a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated his plump bubble butt. His feet grew 2 sizes as penny loafers started to form around his feet. His legs expanded causing him to go from 5’8 to 6’2 as a belt formed to cause his pants from slipping . He stared at his new clothing in the mirror trying to figure out what about him had changed but unable to notice a difference. He ended up farting and laughed at himself for doing so.

Carson whipped open the door to find a buff Easton in preppy looking clothes standing in front of him. Easton immediately ran over to him and grabbed Carson lifting him off the ground “HOLY SHIT DUDE I MISSED YOU! IM GLAD YOUR BACK SO I CAN BE YOUR GOOD FUCKING BOY AND PLEASE YOU”. Carson sat there squeezed by the himbo… what was going on?? Had fate really changed fully. “Easton be a good boy and put me down!” Easton dropped Carson onto his feet. Carson immediately sprinted to his desk where he had left the play set “EASTON WHERE DID YOU PUT THE PLAYSET” he yelled as he found no remains of it “ummm I’m sorry babe I have no clue? I think I was at the gym type shit not playing with a play set?”.

Carson immediately turned and faced Easton “You definitely touched it cause we’re wearing the clothes I left next to the dolls!!” But Easton only stared back at him “umm babe I know you’re like the smart one usually but I think you’re confused… we always dress like this my dude?”. Carson stared at him in disbelief. Was he being serious? Did he really think he’d always dressed like that, did he truly think he only ever wore Tight Polos and dress pants? Penny Loafers and Belts? that he’d actually been at the gym all morning? There was surely no way and Carson knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

He grabbed his phone and hugged the Himbo goodbye before running back to the main street to find the shop. Easton stood there smiling at the kiss before scratching his crotch and taking a sniff. He walked down the whole street until he finally reached the place where it had been last night but when he arrived he saw an abandoned building. He walked up to the store from thinking surely they’d just closed overnight and that someone must be inside packing. But on the door was a note. “The fates have been changed. You’ll now succeed at being valedictorian as your competitor has seemingly never been the threat you say he was. He’s now just your dumb himbo boyfriend, he dresses in tight clothing to show you his muscles and he does anything he can to please you. Enjoy your new fate”

Carson stared at the note before looking up. He had what he wished for in becoming valedictorian and having less struggles with love life but at what cost? Changing reality around his will and making his only rival into the dumbest, hottest most perfect man of the campus?

He made his way back to the dorm to find Easton sitting in the couch. He turned to look at Carson “ Brooo welc-BURRRRRRRRPPPP-ome back. Man that one was fucking gnarly right babe!” Said Easton as he stood up. It’s as if he was getting dumber by the minute but that don’t matter to Carson. In his word Easton was still his perfect himbo boyfriend no matter how smart he was. Easton picked up Carson and carried him to the couch where he set him down “Look babe it’s that nerdy shit you like watching” Easton said with glee in his eyes ready to make Carson happy

The two sat on the couch watching tv, Easton slowly moving his leg towards Carson. He finally made a move and wrapped his leg around Carson s leg using it to pull him closer. Easton started wrestling around with Carson before eventually pulling down his tight dress pants and letting a massive PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT right onto Carson’s face “LETS FUCKING GO THAT SHITS GNARLY AINT IT BABE! REEKS IN HERE TYPE SHIT” Said Easton. Carson coughed on Easton’s fart before finally spurting out “Yea *cough cough* gnarly is the right word for that”. “HELL YEA BRO ALL THAT PROTEIN YOU MAKE ME EAT TO MAKE MY ASS LOOK NICE FOR YOU GIVES ME SOME NASTY FUCKING PROTEIN FARTS” as he lifted his leg and PPPFFFFFFTTTTT again.

Easton stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his penny loafers before kicking his feet up on the table “MAN MY FEET REEK. NASTY AND SWEATY TYPE SHIT BABE! YOU WANNA DRINK SOME OF MY SWEAT?” He said before farting a long 20 second fart. “MAN AM I A FUCKING GAS DEMON OR WHAT BABE! I KNOW YOU LIKE MY FARTS TYPE SHIT”

Carson took a deep inhale as he sat there with his dumb himbo boytoy snuggling on the couch. He couldn’t imagine going back to a life without his giant oaf of a boyfriend and he wished he’d never have to.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story, I tried my best for the request given which was “Straight to Gay, Himbo and Preppy transform in one” by @suitzandloafers

As always feel free to let me know what you thought of the story! Any critiques and criticism are welcome as I want to improve :D

Send me ask with things you’d like to see or questions in general I love to answer them.

Are you sure he’s your friend if you want to transform him like that? Anyway, that’s your business, I just open the chatroom.

You and your friend are watching TV when the screen flickers, glitches, and changes to a chatroom layout. Remembering your ask, you start to excuse yourself, but the first message is sent too fast.

Himbo_mkr: What’s up, my chill, relaxed bros?

You relax back onto the couch, spreading your legs. Your bro leans back too. Yeah, the two of you are pretty relaxed, go-with-the-flow guys. Even though you remember asking for the himbo maker, you can’t remember why that would worry you. Why not see what happens?

Himbo_mkr: That’s some good boys! Yeah, you two are too dumb to disobey when someone tells you to do anything, huh?

The two of you slowly finish reading the sentence, then chuckle slowly and fistbump. Yeah, you’re definitely not the sharpest knives in the drawer. You scratch your balls and notice that you put your shorts on inside out this morning. Your bro’s forgotten to take his sunglasses off for the last hour. Unless someone’s telling you what to do, the two of you are pretty useless, huhuhu.

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, big dumb muscle boys like you love getting stinky and sweaty together.

You bounce your big, sweaty pecs as you read. Your bro reaches his big, tan hand over to fondle your muscletits. Then he slides over and lifts your thick, muscular arm so he can lick at your rank armpit. You’re pretty sure that someone told you to use deodorant, like… last month? So there’s probably still a bit of that in there, but it’s pretty nasty. He farts, and the room fills with the rank smell of his ass gas.

Soon the two of you are moaning and sweating all over the couch as the TV turns off. You love the feeling of your bro’s beard on your sweaty body. Hopefully you can get your face in his rancid asscrack soon.