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What’s good, bros? Welcome to HowToHimbo, where I teach you how to become the perfect himbo.

Jock bro, trophy boy, brainless slut, or anything in between… if you wanna get bigger, hotter, dumber, and happier, you’re home.

Let’s build that body, that vibe, and that “pretty but empty” headspace.

Possible Side Effects of full himbo transformation:

• Massive increase in libido — you’ll be horny 24/7 with almost zero off-switch

• Decreased intelligence — those big thoughts get replaced by simple, happy, fuzzy ones

• Intense cravings for sex — cock, pussy, both, or anything that feels good. Your brain will default to “how do I get fucked or fuck right now?”

• Vapid & narcissistic tendencies — you’ll become gloriously shallow, self-obsessed, and addicted to attention

• Bonus effects — permanent glow-up energy, zero shame, and the ability to smile and flex through anything

Warning: Once you start, most bros don’t want to go back.

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

“Nico, what the hell! I’m gonna kick—” Iker had to barge into his own room after his little brother had locked him out. The twerp must have been in there the entire afternoon while he was out. However, upon getting inside was not his brother waiting for him. A massive man laid in his bed, with only a slight resemblance to his brother. The face was similar, sans facial hair but the body? Where had those carved biceps come from? The vein trailing from the shoulder to the forearm was insane. The chest that lay before him had slabs of beef that overqualified as pecs. Twin sets of skull crushing thighs fed down into his lower half. Then there was the gray, briefs bunched up, barely able to contain what it held anymore.

“Holy shit.” Iker started drinking more of the man.

The re-release of older gaming systems and official emulation mods to run older games had been talked about all over the world. It was originally supposed to celebrate the PS2, but once companies saw the hype, they wanted to jump in. Not that Iker cared about all that, he knew the exact games he wanted to try. The download however was taking forever (slow internet sucked!) so he just left out for a few hours. He never thought his brother would have the cajónes to sneak into his room. Nico had been meek and mild but the man currently lounging in Iker’s bed was quite brazen.

“You want your controller back, go ahead and take it, big bro. I think I’m done with it anyway,” Nico gave a short nod to his bulge. Iker's voice ran dry, as he crawled onto the bed between Nico’s legs. It wasn’t fair, Iker was supposed to be the jock of the family. The handsome one. The muscular one. But it was hard to deny how attractive Nico looked. Iker’s hand tentatively reached for his controller, sensing a warmth the closer it got. Nico’s cock throbbed and the controller shifted, falling against his thigh, as Iker’s hand landed squarely on Nico’s pouch. Whatever was under his briefs wanted out and was begging Iker to do it.

In time the news would reveal the grand gaming system ‘vintage’ world release, did more than reintroduce old games. Every ‘gamer’ that participated in the initial wave got struck with an additional 20 years, that no scientist could rationalize as to how. Countless people were affected in various ways, across lives, habits, personalities, and relationships, but the end result being the same: Hotter gamers introduced into the market.

(4K Post!!🎉)

Late again, AS USUAL, but that’s my brand ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Here’s the one I mentioned a while ago (+ in my last post) that didn’t really start out as but definitely ended up as a sort of Superfood (I & II) prequel. Lmk if you catch when the connection is made 😉 Thank you SO MUCH again for 4k followers!! Hope you enjoy!

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“What the hell is this place?”

Lance wiped his brow on the loose arm of his flannel and looked around as Samuel followed along closely behind him, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the tail of his button down, exposing his pale skin and the slight paunch all non-athletic twinks eventually grow around their midsection. They had stumbled across a structure in the middle of the woods on the second day of their weeklong hike through a small section of the Appalachian Trail.

The Appalachian Mountains are perhaps the most ancient mountain range in the world; there’s no way to describe how beautiful the nature is, but there’s also no way to describe the unknown, unseen, forbidden things you’re likely to come across buried deep, deep in the woods and sloping, rocky terrain. Places that existed long before the Europeans began their terrible sweep across the continent. Places that existed before any kind of settlement, really. Places that existed even before recorded history. Places, perhaps, like the one the two friends had just stumbled across.

After traveling through a ruined hall and navigating through some overgrown flora, they came into a large, 4-walled room, devoid of a roof and carpeted with moss and other greenery. It’s walls were too sheer and too tall to be naturally formed, and there were glyphs and symbols painted on its surface.

“Far-fucking-ooouuutt,” Samuel marveled, looking around and taking in the natural and unnatural beauty around them. He puffed a heavy hit of one of the spliffs he and Lance were nearly done sharing and passed it back to his friend, taking a few steps further into the structure.

Lance pinched the end of the filter and dragged in what was left of the bud and tossed it to the ground, stepping on it to extinguish the ember, following his friend further into the structure. The roof was missing, letting in a picturesque smattering of sun rays filtered through the light tree canopy overhead.

One word passed through Lance’s mind: idyllic. And it was! He was glad to get out of the city and into nature, he was coasting pretty splendidly on the high he was cooking, and there was a peaceful reverence in the air he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Not to mention, he was enormously happy to be spending time with someone some dear to him.

Both of them were pretty fresh out of college, both stuck at a job they didn’t much care for that didn’t at all pay them enough to live even moderately comfortable lives. In the impoverished hellscape of rural Appalachia, it was leisure activities like hiking, camping, singing, shooting, fishing, playing instruments that gave life any worth living, and Lance and Samuel were committed to such leisure. If only to escape the ennui of unhappy, unfulfilling employment.

He heard Samuel’s foot slip and turned around to catch a glimpse of his friend mid-stumble, but Samuel regained his balance and corrected himself before falling. He flashed a goofy smile and a thumbs up at Lance, who grinned and rolled his eyes, turning back around to continue his own exploring and studying the symbols on the walls.

He’d known Samuel since they were boys; they’d grown up on the same block and played the same games and shared the same interests. As both of them were the only-children of their respective families, each other was the closest thing either of them would have to a brother. Yeah, Lance loved Samuel in his own way, perhaps even more than loved. Samuel could say the same, but it was an unspoken thing between each other. Their church-going, conservative families were likely to be unsupportive and react strongly. Plus, why complicate a good thing with romance?

“Hey, check this out,” Samuel called from the center of the structure. Lance made his way over and saw what Samuel was looking at: an overgrown, chalk-adorned altar. In the middle of the chalk ring dotted with runes and glyphs sat a collection of little figures and shapes made of twigs and mud.

Lance leaned in to get a closer look at the ruined setup, trying unsuccessfully to decipher what could be written. What made him think he could read it in the first place? It’s not like he had even an iota of knowledge about the occult—if this even was occult in nature. He had to guess it had something to do with the typical ancient witchcraft techniques and their purposes. Guaranteeing a healthy harvest. Warding off evil. Offering to the gods. Inciting certain weather patterns. Fertility.

However, scattered around the circle were a collection of clay jars and bottles, some corked with stoppers and some the looked like they had been left open 100 years ago.

In the center of all of it was a large, glass jar, about as tall as a bankers tube and about as wide as one too. It looked to be a kind of mason jar, with the flat piece covering the opening and a top that was heavily sealed with wax. However, the jar was opaque, with what looked to be moss and mud lining its sides. He didn’t know whether it was because of the way the light was shining through the canopy or if it was a trick of the eye, but he could swear that there was something illuminated or glowing within, mostly obscured by debris inside.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Samuel quoted Alice in Wonderland, butchering a high-pitched English accent. He chuckled and propped himself up on his knees into an upright position. Lance picked up the large jar in the center and turned it around in his hands, inspecting it further.

“You think people still come here? Looks like this place hasn’t been touched in a millennium.” Samuel asked, looking around some more, half expecting to see some kind of booby trap set up that he and Lance could’ve triggered on their way in. The place had that kind of energy: a fascinating, ethereal otherworldliness mixed with a forbidden, foreboding sacredness. He felt somehow simultaneously honored and warily anxious to be inside the structure.

“Who knows?” Lance responded, still looking closely at the jar. “I’ve heard so many weird ass stories about what goes on in these mountains, it’s hard to say what’s verifiable and what’s not.”

“True, true,” Samuel responded absentmindedly, trying to match Lance’s bookishness. He always was the nerdier of the two.

Samuel began to turn around but suddenly lost his footing on a slope he hadn’t seen due to the floral overgrowth. “FFFfffuu—!!” He barked as his arms pinwheeled wildly trying to find footing. In the second and a half it took for him to lose his footing, Samuel crashed down into the underbrush at an awkward angle, landing on and twisting his ankle.

“ARRGGHH!! Fuck!” Samuel cried out, bringing his knee up to his chest and wrapping his hands around it, keeping his ankle hovering. Just from a half-second glance and the awkward angle of his limb, Lance could see that it must’ve hurt Samuel to move his ankle at all.

“Sam—!!” Lance moved quickly to stand but dropped the jar from his hands, shattering on the ground. “Shit!” he hissed as he knelt to recover the damage. He quickly hunched over the shards and debris inside not a moment after it had shattered, trying to scoop the mess back together.

Suddenly, from the broken mess, a plume of pinkish-red, glowing, fuzzy orbs wafted into the air around Lance’s face. One word flashed through his mind with blinding, code-red alarm before he could even comprehend what was happening: SPORES. Before he could react, he gasped and inhaled nearly all of the spore cloud that had burst from the jar, while some others floated to the ground and dissipated into the soil.

Lance coughed and swatted the air in front of his face and wiping at his upper lip, attempting to brush away any of the remaining spores around his airspace, but all had drifted into his nasal passage. It smelled strong and earthy, botanical and perfumed, flowery and slightly musky. It smelled… actually, it smelled fuckin’ good.

He continued coughing a little bit, sniffling and breathing heavily, wiping his face obsessively. He didn’t feel ill or like he was being harmed, but it was as though something had lit a fuse to his senses. His nasal passage seemed to dilate extremely wide, his sinuses clearer than they had ever been and smelling scents he couldn’t remember smelling before. His entire body felt jittery, numb, and excited, like he’d pounded a massive Red Bull and full canister of pre-workout, noticeably trembling and shaking. His eyes had widened like dinner plates, and he looked around in delighted awe as his eyes caught the light in ways he’d never before experienced, not even during legendary weekend music fest drugged-out benders with Samuel and their mutual friends nearly every summer. The light mingled and danced in his vision and the colors seemed to swim and stand out more vividly.

Still on his hands and knees, the vibrating in Lance’s appendages started to intensify, and he dug his fingers into the soil while he was racked with tingling energy. While his fingers sank into the dirt, Lance felt something utterly unreal and completely extraordinary. It felt as though the tips of his fingers were.. drinking—probably the best way he could put it—from the earth. It was like his fingers had become straws sucking something from the earth and feeding it into his body. Looking down, with his mysteriously enhanced eyesight, this was confirmed as he watched throbbing, slow-moving, slightly-glowing pulses moving through his fingers, through the veins in his hands, up the veins in his arms, and into his chest. He could feel it spreading within him. He could feel it mingling with the rest of his anatomy. He could feel it fucking everywhere.

Lance took in a long, sharp, shuddering inhale with a wide grin plastered on his face. “¡¡Ayyyyyy benditooooo…!!” He groaned deeply as he arched his back and chuckled slightly. He could feel something monumental coming.

Samuel’s face was still contorted in abject pain and agony at his twisted limb, but he curiously noted Lance’s change in demeanor. He propped himself up on his elbows, still panting in pain, “Lance??”

Hey bros,

Let’s be real for a second.

Life gets way better when you stop overthinking everything and just become a big, dim-witted jock bro.

Imagine waking up every day with a simple, happy brain. No stress. No complicated thoughts. Just flexing in the mirror, feeling your muscles, and getting horny the second you see yourself or someone else.

You eat. You lift. You fuck. You smile. That’s it.

No more worrying about being smart or serious. You get to be dumb, hot, and carefree. People look at you and just want you, because you’re big, pretty, and easy to be around.

Your sex drive stays maxed out, so you’re always down for cock, pussy, or whatever feels good. You get attention everywhere you go. You feel good in your body. You don’t need to pretend anymore.

That’s the kind of life I want for you.

When James got the link from his friend about a silly personality quiz, the young man found himself looking at a site that reminded him of a late-2000s Buzzfeed quiz. The graphics were pretty lame, a mix of stock photos and AI-slop that looked like it was done by a bored middle-schooler. The font was all sorts of whacky assortments, and the music was playing some vaguely, slightly racist sounding music that bordered on offensive. James quickly muted his laptop speakers, just in case his mom came in and started probing into what he was doing instead of his schoolwork. The young man quickly spotted that the quiz was only a few questions long, and, with nothing better to do, he figured he could pass the time until he found something else.

Reading over the online quiz, James tilted his head at the stupid, clickbait-y title meant to drag people in. Even the caption was extremely cringey, to the point that he could only text his friend a brief message full of question marks.

What Zodiac Spirit Animal are you? Find out here! Are you ready to unlock the beast hidden inside of you?

Still, his friend only replied with a few thumbs up emojis and a “promise that the quiz was life changing,” whatever that really meant. James sighed as he began tapping through the questions.

What’s your favorite color?

Red

Blue

Green

Black

James frowned at the options, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance at the rather limited options. Why were there only four? And where the hell was purple or maroon? He preferred something darker-toned that contrasted against his blonde hair and paler skin. But there wasn’t anything better to pick, so the young man opted to click on the ‘red’ choice. It seemed the closest to what he would actually prefer anyway. That or black.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jian brushed aside the dark locks of his black hair from his face to see the screen better. He really needed to get a haircut sometime soon; his mom was always bothering him about how long his hair was getting and how disheveled he looked. Jian sighed, only slightly annoyed at how bothersome his mom was about his appearance. But apparently, she thought it was important for him to look presentable before the rest of the extended family came for the Lunar New Year celebrations. At least he had some downtime to spend on his laptop before he was inevitably called downstairs.

It’s the New Year! What sort of gift are you hoping to get?

Sweets - nothing is better than getting a handle on that sweet tooth

Jewelry - bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s all mine!

Red envelopes - who can say no to some cold, hard cash?

Clothes - what better way to start the new year with a brand new fit?

There was really only one obvious choice to Jian, and that was the red envelopes. He had memories of his grandparents, aunts, and uncles always giving him red packets to celebrate the new year. As a kid, his mom had always told him that he was supposed to refuse it to be “polite” and “respectful.” But seriously, who was going to refuse extra, free money? Clicking the option for red envelopes, Jian couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he could do with the extra money. Maybe one of those new video games that his friends had been talking up to him at school.

But then again, when someone was as rich as Jian, it was hard to decide what else to spend his money on. He had everything he wanted, could get anything he wanted, and oftentimes spent money getting gifts for his friends instead. It wasn’t his fault that he was born into one of Asia's wealthiest families. Sometimes, Jian liked to think he was just lucky, since it was his grandparents and father who gave him this life of luxury. Still, his dad always taught him the importance of money, even if it seemed silly to want more amid his excess wealth.

It’s dinner time! You’re feeling extra hungry today. What are you having for a main dish?

Hand-pulled noodle soup - putting in all that hard work definitely pays off.

Steamed fish - for all the good fortune and luck for the upcoming year

Dumplings - gimme some of those beefy, soupy dumps!

Crispy roast pork - fatty and juicy, it’s got all the flavor.

There was a little grumble in Jian’s stomach as he looked over the options. He could catch a whiff of that big dinner potluck downstairs, where his mom was cooking with the private chef. There were still a few more minutes before he had to join in, but he could at least think about what he would want to eat in the meantime. All the options seemed particularly tasty, but there was something so mouthwatering about having beef dumplings, either fried or steamed, that made Jian click on that option.

Jian brought one hand down to rub at his bumpy stomach, only chuckling as he ran his fingers along the ridged abs that popped out against his shirt. No matter what shirts his mom kept trying to buy for him, Jian always made sure to pump up his muscles and grow his body until they were kept skin-tight on him. The young man smirked at the feeling as he raised his arms up to flex, showing off his strong, baseball-sized biceps. God, he loved being the hottest dude in school. Being rich and muscular definitely helped, but Jian was just glad all his hard work at the gym paid off. He kept a pretty strict diet when it came to protein intake, and if he ended up being a little vain because of it… Well, who could blame him?

Pick a side dish to go with it!

Spicy rice cakes! Goes perfectly with every meal

Stir-fried bok choy - gotta stay healthy with some veggies in that diet.

Imperial rolls - fried goodness fit for a king/queen

Chow mein - something simple and easy; we’re here to eat!

Glancing back at the quiz, Jian’s eyes fell towards the spicy rice cakes. He licked his lips as one hand absentmindedly squeezed and groped at his own pecs. The young man smirked as he felt the muscles bounce underneath his touch, only choosing the side dish to accompany his dumpling dinner. Jian loved the tingly, spicy heat from the rice cakes, and he could only hope the private chef was making something spicy for them to eat later.

Of course, he was lucky that his parents bought him his own penthouse apartment when he was old enough. Jian was only swinging by his family home for the Lunar New Year celebrations, but he had plans later to go clubbing and hit the bars with some of his friends. Even after high school and undergrad, he was still the life of the party, and people were always dying to spend some time with him. Family always came first for Jian, but after that, he was ready to live his life! What use was there being in his 20s if he wasn’t going to live it up to the fullest?

And finally, what are you feeling like for dessert?

Coconut jelly

Red bean buns

White rabbit candy

Tang yuan

He wasn’t really much of a sweets guy; eating sugars and carbs wasn’t always best for his strict diet, and Jian had a body to maintain for all the girls to fawn over. With the number of women who were coming over to his place in the evenings, Jian barely had enough time between his partying and exercising to snack on desserts. But tang yuan was at least a staple of his growing up, and it fit with the whole “new year” theme. His favorites were the black sesame or the peanut tang yuan; his mom always made them for him each year.

Tapping his choice, Jian sat back in his chair, glancing away from the screen for a moment. His phone vibrated, and the young man reached over to look at his lock screen. His lips curled up in a small smirk at the sight of three new text messages from all the thirsty gays that were hoping to hook up with him later that day. Of course, Jian was pretty strict with his partners. They had to be just as fit as he, and preferably someone big and burly. He always got hard when it came to those DILF-y daddy types. Something about them smacking their thick log of meat on his face while he sucked on their balls made Jian’s hole twitch in anticipation for that night.

You’re a powerful creature! What mythical creature best represents who you are inside?

Nine-tailed fox

Dragon

Qilin

Phoenix

Jian could only raise a brow at the question, half snorting at the rather asinine questions in this quiz. Of course, he wasn’t expecting much, but wasn’t this supposed to tell him what he was? Why did he have to pick for them? Still, of the four options, only the dragon seemed like the coolest option. He wasn’t sure what some of the creatures were anyway, and it wasn’t like he was going to spend any more time on this quiz looking up what each word meant.

There was a slight jingle around his neck, and Jian glanced down to see a familiar silver chain hanging around him. The young man brought one hand up to his earlobe, feeling the piercings that he had gotten so long ago. It was a conversation that his parents hadn’t fully understood, but after so many years of Jian dressing up in expensive jewelry and bling, they had gotten used to it. When Jian chose to get tattoos several years later, his parents were used to his choice of fashion and style. His friends always marveled at how well he could dress and style himself, although Jian secretly knew that most of his fashionable choices came from his having access to practically unlimited funds.

What’s one activity you’re sure to do as part of the New Year celebrations?

Watch a lion dance - time to see an impressive athletic display!

Visit a temple - it’s always important to respect your elders.

Lantern making - want some good luck or for your wishes to come true?

Karaoke and mahjong night - a classic late-night activity with your friends

As fun as karaoke and mahjong were for Jian to just hang out with his friends, he tended to always do that for someone’s birthday. Lion dances were more rare to see except for select holidays, so the young man naturally selected the more exclusive and unique activity for the celebration.

Shifting in his seat, Jian sat up a little taller as he felt his plump ass cheeks grant him a couple more inches of height. He could feel the silk thong slipping up along his inner thighs, and the young man groaned at the feeling rubbing along his smooth legs. Given his profession as a dancer, as both an onstage performer and a club go-go boy, Jian had to keep his body smooth. It made oiling it up a lot easier, and people loved the look on him. The dancer grinned as he rolled his hips on his chair, loving the way his clothing teased and caused friction against him. Jian was grateful that the club gave him the day off for his family celebration, but he knew he’d have to work some overtime headliner shifts on the weekend to make up for it. His commitment to the job had less to do with money and more with his love of the activity, and the undying fanaticism of the clubgoers drooling and ogling his body.

You’re spending the rest of the holiday with that special someone. What is the final date spot for the night?

Picnic spot in the fields where we can stargaze together

Movie night, cuddled up under some blankets.

Strolling by the riverside and watching the fireworks burst in the air!

Going out dancing and partying it up together! YOLO!

Watching some fireworks sounded like a great date idea, and it was something that Jian had always fantasized about doing with the right person. He picked the fireworks option, already thinking about the popping noises that were bound to come up later that night, once his family was done with dinner. People loved setting off fireworks and firecrackers around his parents’ neighborhood. But given that all their neighbors were also celebrating the Lunar New Year, it was to be expected.

Jian’s thoughts began to pop and fizzle away, much like the festive fireworks. With each passing second, his head became far emptier than before. Of course, thinking was never his strong suit to begin with, and the only things the dancer really thought about were his late-night shows, his daily workouts and nutrition, and all the beefy hunks that were going to fuck him silly each week. He shuddered at the idea of being smart and stuff. Jian was far happier living his life as it was. He had his friends to sit around and think for him, or better yet, be simple-minded like him. All that smart, nerdy stuff just didn’t really fit a guy like him.

His eyes darted back to the screen as he saw the test results from the little quiz that he took.

Congratulations! Your actual Zodiac Spirit Animal is…. The Horse!

Scooting up on his chair once more, Jian let out a low grunt in surprise as he found himself dressed in only his tight underwear. Of course, the young man loved showing off his body whenever he got the chance. But nothing was better than letting his extra-long, girthy horse cock dangle before other people’s eyes. Even when he had pants on, Jian knew that people were eyeing up his hefty, sizable bulge in public. Jian was always half-chubbed at the idea of people’s mouths watering over his thick piece of meat. Whether it was those straight, bro-y finance guys that adjusted their pants every time they passed him by on the street, or the beefy cops that would eye him up whenever he walked past their patrol routes, or even the bodybuilder daddies that let their eyes linger a little too long on his cock head peeking out from his shorts at the gym, Jian was sure to give all the hungry boys a taste of his horse meat.

As a Horse, you are spirited, energetic, and have an independent personality. You have great confidence and a strong drive for freedom and adventure.

The mere thought of the men fucking and sucking him made Jian squirm in his chair, his hands already sliding down to rub and tease at his throbbing cock through his silk underwear. He was already leaking through the fabric, yet Jian made no attempt to tug it off. In fact, he was hoping to make a mess of himself before he had to go downstairs. Luckily for him, his parents still kept a full-length mirror in the corner of his room, giving the young man an ample angle for him to view himself as he played with his beefy, muscular body. Some of Jian’s fingers slipped past his fat cheeks, fingering and probing at his hole as he thought about the hunky bouncer at the club who had sexted over some lewd pics about what they would get up to later that evening.

You can be impulsive and quick-tempered, often struggling with patience or long-term commitment. Some people might see you as stubborn, or your confidence as cockiness, but that’s when you know you are your true self!

Jian’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched himself in the mirror. He was hot. Sexy. Fuckin’ irresistible, and he loved every second of it. The dancer moaned as his body jerked and jolted, and he began to spurt out thick ropes of cum all over himself. It was a hefty load, almost as if he hadn’t cum in a few days. Jian’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, a few strands of drool falling onto his heaving pecs as he came again and again. The front pouch of his thong quickly became stained, a wet spot forming as a puddle of cum arose from the fabric. The Asian man chuckled dumbly at the white mound, only reaching down to scoop some up with his fingertips.

Bringing up his cum-coated finger to his lips, Jian greedily sucked down his own seed. He savored the salty and sticky taste, only eyeing himself in the mirror with a wolfish smirk. Picking up his phone, Jian took a photo of himself in the mirror, with his scantily clad, cum-dripping thong on full display. Texting it over to his friend, Jian followed up the image with a few texts of his own.

horse boy: that quiz of yours got me real horned up, dude horse boy: u gonna come over and take care of this later?

Jian smirked as he saw the instant reply from his friend, accompanied by their own photo of a throbbing cock held between two hands.

da goat: u know it. better not waste any more loads for me to swallow

That was right, Jian was born in the Year of the Horse. This was his year, after all. And he was definitely planning on making the most of it.

When James got the link from his friend about a silly personality quiz, the young man found himself looking at a site that reminded him of a late-2000s Buzzfeed quiz. The graphics were pretty lame, a mix of stock photos and AI-slop that looked like it was done by a bored middle-schooler. The font was all sorts of whacky assortments, and the music was playing some vaguely, slightly racist sounding music that bordered on offensive. James quickly muted his laptop speakers, just in case his mom came in and started probing into what he was doing instead of his schoolwork. The young man quickly spotted that the quiz was only a few questions long, and, with nothing better to do, he figured he could pass the time until he found something else.

Reading over the online quiz, James tilted his head at the stupid, clickbait-y title meant to drag people in. Even the caption was extremely cringey, to the point that he could only text his friend a brief message full of question marks.

What Zodiac Spirit Animal are you? Find out here! Are you ready to unlock the beast hidden inside of you?

Still, his friend only replied with a few thumbs up emojis and a “promise that the quiz was life changing,” whatever that really meant. James sighed as he began tapping through the questions.

What’s your favorite color?

Red

Blue

Green

Black

James frowned at the options, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance at the rather limited options. Why were there only four? And where the hell was purple or maroon? He preferred something darker-toned that contrasted against his blonde hair and paler skin. But there wasn’t anything better to pick, so the young man opted to click on the ‘red’ choice. It seemed the closest to what he would actually prefer anyway. That or black.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jian brushed aside the dark locks of his black hair from his face to see the screen better. He really needed to get a haircut sometime soon; his mom was always bothering him about how long his hair was getting and how disheveled he looked. Jian sighed, only slightly annoyed at how bothersome his mom was about his appearance. But apparently, she thought it was important for him to look presentable before the rest of the extended family came for the Lunar New Year celebrations. At least he had some downtime to spend on his laptop before he was inevitably called downstairs.

It’s the New Year! What sort of gift are you hoping to get?

Sweets - nothing is better than getting a handle on that sweet tooth

Jewelry - bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s all mine!

Red envelopes - who can say no to some cold, hard cash?

Clothes - what better way to start the new year with a brand new fit?

There was really only one obvious choice to Jian, and that was the red envelopes. He had memories of his grandparents, aunts, and uncles always giving him red packets to celebrate the new year. As a kid, his mom had always told him that he was supposed to refuse it to be “polite” and “respectful.” But seriously, who was going to refuse extra, free money? Clicking the option for red envelopes, Jian couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he could do with the extra money. Maybe one of those new video games that his friends had been talking up to him at school.

But then again, when someone was as rich as Jian, it was hard to decide what else to spend his money on. He had everything he wanted, could get anything he wanted, and oftentimes spent money getting gifts for his friends instead. It wasn’t his fault that he was born into one of Asia's wealthiest families. Sometimes, Jian liked to think he was just lucky, since it was his grandparents and father who gave him this life of luxury. Still, his dad always taught him the importance of money, even if it seemed silly to want more amid his excess wealth.

It’s dinner time! You’re feeling extra hungry today. What are you having for a main dish?

Hand-pulled noodle soup - putting in all that hard work definitely pays off.

Steamed fish - for all the good fortune and luck for the upcoming year

Dumplings - gimme some of those beefy, soupy dumps!

Crispy roast pork - fatty and juicy, it’s got all the flavor.

There was a little grumble in Jian’s stomach as he looked over the options. He could catch a whiff of that big dinner potluck downstairs, where his mom was cooking with the private chef. There were still a few more minutes before he had to join in, but he could at least think about what he would want to eat in the meantime. All the options seemed particularly tasty, but there was something so mouthwatering about having beef dumplings, either fried or steamed, that made Jian click on that option.

Jian brought one hand down to rub at his bumpy stomach, only chuckling as he ran his fingers along the ridged abs that popped out against his shirt. No matter what shirts his mom kept trying to buy for him, Jian always made sure to pump up his muscles and grow his body until they were kept skin-tight on him. The young man smirked at the feeling as he raised his arms up to flex, showing off his strong, baseball-sized biceps. God, he loved being the hottest dude in school. Being rich and muscular definitely helped, but Jian was just glad all his hard work at the gym paid off. He kept a pretty strict diet when it came to protein intake, and if he ended up being a little vain because of it… Well, who could blame him?

Pick a side dish to go with it!

Spicy rice cakes! Goes perfectly with every meal

Stir-fried bok choy - gotta stay healthy with some veggies in that diet.

Imperial rolls - fried goodness fit for a king/queen

Chow mein - something simple and easy; we’re here to eat!

Glancing back at the quiz, Jian’s eyes fell towards the spicy rice cakes. He licked his lips as one hand absentmindedly squeezed and groped at his own pecs. The young man smirked as he felt the muscles bounce underneath his touch, only choosing the side dish to accompany his dumpling dinner. Jian loved the tingly, spicy heat from the rice cakes, and he could only hope the private chef was making something spicy for them to eat later.

Of course, he was lucky that his parents bought him his own penthouse apartment when he was old enough. Jian was only swinging by his family home for the Lunar New Year celebrations, but he had plans later to go clubbing and hit the bars with some of his friends. Even after high school and undergrad, he was still the life of the party, and people were always dying to spend some time with him. Family always came first for Jian, but after that, he was ready to live his life! What use was there being in his 20s if he wasn’t going to live it up to the fullest?

And finally, what are you feeling like for dessert?

Coconut jelly

Red bean buns

White rabbit candy

Tang yuan

He wasn’t really much of a sweets guy; eating sugars and carbs wasn’t always best for his strict diet, and Jian had a body to maintain for all the girls to fawn over. With the number of women who were coming over to his place in the evenings, Jian barely had enough time between his partying and exercising to snack on desserts. But tang yuan was at least a staple of his growing up, and it fit with the whole “new year” theme. His favorites were the black sesame or the peanut tang yuan; his mom always made them for him each year.

Tapping his choice, Jian sat back in his chair, glancing away from the screen for a moment. His phone vibrated, and the young man reached over to look at his lock screen. His lips curled up in a small smirk at the sight of three new text messages from all the thirsty gays that were hoping to hook up with him later that day. Of course, Jian was pretty strict with his partners. They had to be just as fit as he, and preferably someone big and burly. He always got hard when it came to those DILF-y daddy types. Something about them smacking their thick log of meat on his face while he sucked on their balls made Jian’s hole twitch in anticipation for that night.

You’re a powerful creature! What mythical creature best represents who you are inside?

Nine-tailed fox

Dragon

Qilin

Phoenix

Jian could only raise a brow at the question, half snorting at the rather asinine questions in this quiz. Of course, he wasn’t expecting much, but wasn’t this supposed to tell him what he was? Why did he have to pick for them? Still, of the four options, only the dragon seemed like the coolest option. He wasn’t sure what some of the creatures were anyway, and it wasn’t like he was going to spend any more time on this quiz looking up what each word meant.

There was a slight jingle around his neck, and Jian glanced down to see a familiar silver chain hanging around him. The young man brought one hand up to his earlobe, feeling the piercings that he had gotten so long ago. It was a conversation that his parents hadn’t fully understood, but after so many years of Jian dressing up in expensive jewelry and bling, they had gotten used to it. When Jian chose to get tattoos several years later, his parents were used to his choice of fashion and style. His friends always marveled at how well he could dress and style himself, although Jian secretly knew that most of his fashionable choices came from his having access to practically unlimited funds.

What’s one activity you’re sure to do as part of the New Year celebrations?

Watch a lion dance - time to see an impressive athletic display!

Visit a temple - it’s always important to respect your elders.

Lantern making - want some good luck or for your wishes to come true?

Karaoke and mahjong night - a classic late-night activity with your friends

As fun as karaoke and mahjong were for Jian to just hang out with his friends, he tended to always do that for someone’s birthday. Lion dances were more rare to see except for select holidays, so the young man naturally selected the more exclusive and unique activity for the celebration.

Shifting in his seat, Jian sat up a little taller as he felt his plump ass cheeks grant him a couple more inches of height. He could feel the silk thong slipping up along his inner thighs, and the young man groaned at the feeling rubbing along his smooth legs. Given his profession as a dancer, as both an onstage performer and a club go-go boy, Jian had to keep his body smooth. It made oiling it up a lot easier, and people loved the look on him. The dancer grinned as he rolled his hips on his chair, loving the way his clothing teased and caused friction against him. Jian was grateful that the club gave him the day off for his family celebration, but he knew he’d have to work some overtime headliner shifts on the weekend to make up for it. His commitment to the job had less to do with money and more with his love of the activity, and the undying fanaticism of the clubgoers drooling and ogling his body.

You’re spending the rest of the holiday with that special someone. What is the final date spot for the night?

Picnic spot in the fields where we can stargaze together

Movie night, cuddled up under some blankets.

Strolling by the riverside and watching the fireworks burst in the air!

Going out dancing and partying it up together! YOLO!

Watching some fireworks sounded like a great date idea, and it was something that Jian had always fantasized about doing with the right person. He picked the fireworks option, already thinking about the popping noises that were bound to come up later that night, once his family was done with dinner. People loved setting off fireworks and firecrackers around his parents’ neighborhood. But given that all their neighbors were also celebrating the Lunar New Year, it was to be expected.

Jian’s thoughts began to pop and fizzle away, much like the festive fireworks. With each passing second, his head became far emptier than before. Of course, thinking was never his strong suit to begin with, and the only things the dancer really thought about were his late-night shows, his daily workouts and nutrition, and all the beefy hunks that were going to fuck him silly each week. He shuddered at the idea of being smart and stuff. Jian was far happier living his life as it was. He had his friends to sit around and think for him, or better yet, be simple-minded like him. All that smart, nerdy stuff just didn’t really fit a guy like him.

His eyes darted back to the screen as he saw the test results from the little quiz that he took.

Congratulations! Your actual Zodiac Spirit Animal is…. The Horse!

Scooting up on his chair once more, Jian let out a low grunt in surprise as he found himself dressed in only his tight underwear. Of course, the young man loved showing off his body whenever he got the chance. But nothing was better than letting his extra-long, girthy horse cock dangle before other people’s eyes. Even when he had pants on, Jian knew that people were eyeing up his hefty, sizable bulge in public. Jian was always half-chubbed at the idea of people’s mouths watering over his thick piece of meat. Whether it was those straight, bro-y finance guys that adjusted their pants every time they passed him by on the street, or the beefy cops that would eye him up whenever he walked past their patrol routes, or even the bodybuilder daddies that let their eyes linger a little too long on his cock head peeking out from his shorts at the gym, Jian was sure to give all the hungry boys a taste of his horse meat.

As a Horse, you are spirited, energetic, and have an independent personality. You have great confidence and a strong drive for freedom and adventure.

The mere thought of the men fucking and sucking him made Jian squirm in his chair, his hands already sliding down to rub and tease at his throbbing cock through his silk underwear. He was already leaking through the fabric, yet Jian made no attempt to tug it off. In fact, he was hoping to make a mess of himself before he had to go downstairs. Luckily for him, his parents still kept a full-length mirror in the corner of his room, giving the young man an ample angle for him to view himself as he played with his beefy, muscular body. Some of Jian’s fingers slipped past his fat cheeks, fingering and probing at his hole as he thought about the hunky bouncer at the club who had sexted over some lewd pics about what they would get up to later that evening.

You can be impulsive and quick-tempered, often struggling with patience or long-term commitment. Some people might see you as stubborn, or your confidence as cockiness, but that’s when you know you are your true self!

Jian’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched himself in the mirror. He was hot. Sexy. Fuckin’ irresistible, and he loved every second of it. The dancer moaned as his body jerked and jolted, and he began to spurt out thick ropes of cum all over himself. It was a hefty load, almost as if he hadn’t cum in a few days. Jian’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, a few strands of drool falling onto his heaving pecs as he came again and again. The front pouch of his thong quickly became stained, a wet spot forming as a puddle of cum arose from the fabric. The Asian man chuckled dumbly at the white mound, only reaching down to scoop some up with his fingertips.

Bringing up his cum-coated finger to his lips, Jian greedily sucked down his own seed. He savored the salty and sticky taste, only eyeing himself in the mirror with a wolfish smirk. Picking up his phone, Jian took a photo of himself in the mirror, with his scantily clad, cum-dripping thong on full display. Texting it over to his friend, Jian followed up the image with a few texts of his own.

horse boy: that quiz of yours got me real horned up, dude horse boy: u gonna come over and take care of this later?

Jian smirked as he saw the instant reply from his friend, accompanied by their own photo of a throbbing cock held between two hands.

da goat: u know it. better not waste any more loads for me to swallow

That was right, Jian was born in the Year of the Horse. This was his year, after all. And he was definitely planning on making the most of it.

When James got the link from his friend about a silly personality quiz, the young man found himself looking at a site that reminded him of a late-2000s Buzzfeed quiz. The graphics were pretty lame, a mix of stock photos and AI-slop that looked like it was done by a bored middle-schooler. The font was all sorts of whacky assortments, and the music was playing some vaguely, slightly racist sounding music that bordered on offensive. James quickly muted his laptop speakers, just in case his mom came in and started probing into what he was doing instead of his schoolwork. The young man quickly spotted that the quiz was only a few questions long, and, with nothing better to do, he figured he could pass the time until he found something else.

Reading over the online quiz, James tilted his head at the stupid, clickbait-y title meant to drag people in. Even the caption was extremely cringey, to the point that he could only text his friend a brief message full of question marks.

What Zodiac Spirit Animal are you? Find out here! Are you ready to unlock the beast hidden inside of you?

Still, his friend only replied with a few thumbs up emojis and a “promise that the quiz was life changing,” whatever that really meant. James sighed as he began tapping through the questions.

What’s your favorite color?

Red

Blue

Green

Black

James frowned at the options, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance at the rather limited options. Why were there only four? And where the hell was purple or maroon? He preferred something darker-toned that contrasted against his blonde hair and paler skin. But there wasn’t anything better to pick, so the young man opted to click on the ‘red’ choice. It seemed the closest to what he would actually prefer anyway. That or black.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jian brushed aside the dark locks of his black hair from his face to see the screen better. He really needed to get a haircut sometime soon; his mom was always bothering him about how long his hair was getting and how disheveled he looked. Jian sighed, only slightly annoyed at how bothersome his mom was about his appearance. But apparently, she thought it was important for him to look presentable before the rest of the extended family came for the Lunar New Year celebrations. At least he had some downtime to spend on his laptop before he was inevitably called downstairs.

It’s the New Year! What sort of gift are you hoping to get?

Sweets - nothing is better than getting a handle on that sweet tooth

Jewelry - bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s all mine!

Red envelopes - who can say no to some cold, hard cash?

Clothes - what better way to start the new year with a brand new fit?

There was really only one obvious choice to Jian, and that was the red envelopes. He had memories of his grandparents, aunts, and uncles always giving him red packets to celebrate the new year. As a kid, his mom had always told him that he was supposed to refuse it to be “polite” and “respectful.” But seriously, who was going to refuse extra, free money? Clicking the option for red envelopes, Jian couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he could do with the extra money. Maybe one of those new video games that his friends had been talking up to him at school.

But then again, when someone was as rich as Jian, it was hard to decide what else to spend his money on. He had everything he wanted, could get anything he wanted, and oftentimes spent money getting gifts for his friends instead. It wasn’t his fault that he was born into one of Asia's wealthiest families. Sometimes, Jian liked to think he was just lucky, since it was his grandparents and father who gave him this life of luxury. Still, his dad always taught him the importance of money, even if it seemed silly to want more amid his excess wealth.

It’s dinner time! You’re feeling extra hungry today. What are you having for a main dish?

Hand-pulled noodle soup - putting in all that hard work definitely pays off.

Steamed fish - for all the good fortune and luck for the upcoming year

Dumplings - gimme some of those beefy, soupy dumps!

Crispy roast pork - fatty and juicy, it’s got all the flavor.

There was a little grumble in Jian’s stomach as he looked over the options. He could catch a whiff of that big dinner potluck downstairs, where his mom was cooking with the private chef. There were still a few more minutes before he had to join in, but he could at least think about what he would want to eat in the meantime. All the options seemed particularly tasty, but there was something so mouthwatering about having beef dumplings, either fried or steamed, that made Jian click on that option.

Jian brought one hand down to rub at his bumpy stomach, only chuckling as he ran his fingers along the ridged abs that popped out against his shirt. No matter what shirts his mom kept trying to buy for him, Jian always made sure to pump up his muscles and grow his body until they were kept skin-tight on him. The young man smirked at the feeling as he raised his arms up to flex, showing off his strong, baseball-sized biceps. God, he loved being the hottest dude in school. Being rich and muscular definitely helped, but Jian was just glad all his hard work at the gym paid off. He kept a pretty strict diet when it came to protein intake, and if he ended up being a little vain because of it… Well, who could blame him?

Pick a side dish to go with it!

Spicy rice cakes! Goes perfectly with every meal

Stir-fried bok choy - gotta stay healthy with some veggies in that diet.

Imperial rolls - fried goodness fit for a king/queen

Chow mein - something simple and easy; we’re here to eat!

Glancing back at the quiz, Jian’s eyes fell towards the spicy rice cakes. He licked his lips as one hand absentmindedly squeezed and groped at his own pecs. The young man smirked as he felt the muscles bounce underneath his touch, only choosing the side dish to accompany his dumpling dinner. Jian loved the tingly, spicy heat from the rice cakes, and he could only hope the private chef was making something spicy for them to eat later.

Of course, he was lucky that his parents bought him his own penthouse apartment when he was old enough. Jian was only swinging by his family home for the Lunar New Year celebrations, but he had plans later to go clubbing and hit the bars with some of his friends. Even after high school and undergrad, he was still the life of the party, and people were always dying to spend some time with him. Family always came first for Jian, but after that, he was ready to live his life! What use was there being in his 20s if he wasn’t going to live it up to the fullest?

And finally, what are you feeling like for dessert?

Coconut jelly

Red bean buns

White rabbit candy

Tang yuan

He wasn’t really much of a sweets guy; eating sugars and carbs wasn’t always best for his strict diet, and Jian had a body to maintain for all the girls to fawn over. With the number of women who were coming over to his place in the evenings, Jian barely had enough time between his partying and exercising to snack on desserts. But tang yuan was at least a staple of his growing up, and it fit with the whole “new year” theme. His favorites were the black sesame or the peanut tang yuan; his mom always made them for him each year.

Tapping his choice, Jian sat back in his chair, glancing away from the screen for a moment. His phone vibrated, and the young man reached over to look at his lock screen. His lips curled up in a small smirk at the sight of three new text messages from all the thirsty gays that were hoping to hook up with him later that day. Of course, Jian was pretty strict with his partners. They had to be just as fit as he, and preferably someone big and burly. He always got hard when it came to those DILF-y daddy types. Something about them smacking their thick log of meat on his face while he sucked on their balls made Jian’s hole twitch in anticipation for that night.

You’re a powerful creature! What mythical creature best represents who you are inside?

Nine-tailed fox

Dragon

Qilin

Phoenix

Jian could only raise a brow at the question, half snorting at the rather asinine questions in this quiz. Of course, he wasn’t expecting much, but wasn’t this supposed to tell him what he was? Why did he have to pick for them? Still, of the four options, only the dragon seemed like the coolest option. He wasn’t sure what some of the creatures were anyway, and it wasn’t like he was going to spend any more time on this quiz looking up what each word meant.

There was a slight jingle around his neck, and Jian glanced down to see a familiar silver chain hanging around him. The young man brought one hand up to his earlobe, feeling the piercings that he had gotten so long ago. It was a conversation that his parents hadn’t fully understood, but after so many years of Jian dressing up in expensive jewelry and bling, they had gotten used to it. When Jian chose to get tattoos several years later, his parents were used to his choice of fashion and style. His friends always marveled at how well he could dress and style himself, although Jian secretly knew that most of his fashionable choices came from his having access to practically unlimited funds.

What’s one activity you’re sure to do as part of the New Year celebrations?

Watch a lion dance - time to see an impressive athletic display!

Visit a temple - it’s always important to respect your elders.

Lantern making - want some good luck or for your wishes to come true?

Karaoke and mahjong night - a classic late-night activity with your friends

As fun as karaoke and mahjong were for Jian to just hang out with his friends, he tended to always do that for someone’s birthday. Lion dances were more rare to see except for select holidays, so the young man naturally selected the more exclusive and unique activity for the celebration.

Shifting in his seat, Jian sat up a little taller as he felt his plump ass cheeks grant him a couple more inches of height. He could feel the silk thong slipping up along his inner thighs, and the young man groaned at the feeling rubbing along his smooth legs. Given his profession as a dancer, as both an onstage performer and a club go-go boy, Jian had to keep his body smooth. It made oiling it up a lot easier, and people loved the look on him. The dancer grinned as he rolled his hips on his chair, loving the way his clothing teased and caused friction against him. Jian was grateful that the club gave him the day off for his family celebration, but he knew he’d have to work some overtime headliner shifts on the weekend to make up for it. His commitment to the job had less to do with money and more with his love of the activity, and the undying fanaticism of the clubgoers drooling and ogling his body.

You’re spending the rest of the holiday with that special someone. What is the final date spot for the night?

Picnic spot in the fields where we can stargaze together

Movie night, cuddled up under some blankets.

Strolling by the riverside and watching the fireworks burst in the air!

Going out dancing and partying it up together! YOLO!

Watching some fireworks sounded like a great date idea, and it was something that Jian had always fantasized about doing with the right person. He picked the fireworks option, already thinking about the popping noises that were bound to come up later that night, once his family was done with dinner. People loved setting off fireworks and firecrackers around his parents’ neighborhood. But given that all their neighbors were also celebrating the Lunar New Year, it was to be expected.

Jian’s thoughts began to pop and fizzle away, much like the festive fireworks. With each passing second, his head became far emptier than before. Of course, thinking was never his strong suit to begin with, and the only things the dancer really thought about were his late-night shows, his daily workouts and nutrition, and all the beefy hunks that were going to fuck him silly each week. He shuddered at the idea of being smart and stuff. Jian was far happier living his life as it was. He had his friends to sit around and think for him, or better yet, be simple-minded like him. All that smart, nerdy stuff just didn’t really fit a guy like him.

His eyes darted back to the screen as he saw the test results from the little quiz that he took.

Congratulations! Your actual Zodiac Spirit Animal is…. The Horse!

Scooting up on his chair once more, Jian let out a low grunt in surprise as he found himself dressed in only his tight underwear. Of course, the young man loved showing off his body whenever he got the chance. But nothing was better than letting his extra-long, girthy horse cock dangle before other people’s eyes. Even when he had pants on, Jian knew that people were eyeing up his hefty, sizable bulge in public. Jian was always half-chubbed at the idea of people’s mouths watering over his thick piece of meat. Whether it was those straight, bro-y finance guys that adjusted their pants every time they passed him by on the street, or the beefy cops that would eye him up whenever he walked past their patrol routes, or even the bodybuilder daddies that let their eyes linger a little too long on his cock head peeking out from his shorts at the gym, Jian was sure to give all the hungry boys a taste of his horse meat.

As a Horse, you are spirited, energetic, and have an independent personality. You have great confidence and a strong drive for freedom and adventure.

The mere thought of the men fucking and sucking him made Jian squirm in his chair, his hands already sliding down to rub and tease at his throbbing cock through his silk underwear. He was already leaking through the fabric, yet Jian made no attempt to tug it off. In fact, he was hoping to make a mess of himself before he had to go downstairs. Luckily for him, his parents still kept a full-length mirror in the corner of his room, giving the young man an ample angle for him to view himself as he played with his beefy, muscular body. Some of Jian’s fingers slipped past his fat cheeks, fingering and probing at his hole as he thought about the hunky bouncer at the club who had sexted over some lewd pics about what they would get up to later that evening.

You can be impulsive and quick-tempered, often struggling with patience or long-term commitment. Some people might see you as stubborn, or your confidence as cockiness, but that’s when you know you are your true self!

Jian’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched himself in the mirror. He was hot. Sexy. Fuckin’ irresistible, and he loved every second of it. The dancer moaned as his body jerked and jolted, and he began to spurt out thick ropes of cum all over himself. It was a hefty load, almost as if he hadn’t cum in a few days. Jian’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, a few strands of drool falling onto his heaving pecs as he came again and again. The front pouch of his thong quickly became stained, a wet spot forming as a puddle of cum arose from the fabric. The Asian man chuckled dumbly at the white mound, only reaching down to scoop some up with his fingertips.

Bringing up his cum-coated finger to his lips, Jian greedily sucked down his own seed. He savored the salty and sticky taste, only eyeing himself in the mirror with a wolfish smirk. Picking up his phone, Jian took a photo of himself in the mirror, with his scantily clad, cum-dripping thong on full display. Texting it over to his friend, Jian followed up the image with a few texts of his own.

horse boy: that quiz of yours got me real horned up, dude horse boy: u gonna come over and take care of this later?

Jian smirked as he saw the instant reply from his friend, accompanied by their own photo of a throbbing cock held between two hands.

da goat: u know it. better not waste any more loads for me to swallow

That was right, Jian was born in the Year of the Horse. This was his year, after all. And he was definitely planning on making the most of it.

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Miguel always felt like he was miles behind other guys his age. He was short, skinny, and practically hairless from the eyebrows down. He kept hoping, praying he would hit his growth spurt like all the other boys around him. If any god was listening, none thought he was worth their time. 

“Mini-guel” The nickname he got back in middle school. It started out as light hearted teasing, but as time went on this turned into something more malicious. By the time he graduated high school, everyone knew that the nickname wasn’t just referring to his height. 

Now at 25 years old, Miguel had only grown a few more inches leaving him at 5’3”. Still skinny, hairless, and lacking in the meat department, he found dating to be nearly impossible. He tried every dating app out there with no luck. The only messages he received were from predatory men interested in his “youthful” appearance. And considering his appearance, they always assumed he would bottom for them. Despite still being a virgin, Miguel knew bottoming was not for him. All those late night self-discovery sessions were evidence enough for him to know that. 

It was Friday night. Miguel’s friends decided to go clubbing. He reluctantly went along with them, having skipped out on too many outings already. Going out with his friends had just become inconvenient, often being accused of using a fake ID at the clubs and bars they would frequent. Once he managed to get in, he almost always just faded into the crowd, ignored in the sea of men “better” than him. 

Miguel stood off to the side, gazing at all the men on the dancefloor. One guy in particular caught his attention. This man was everything Miguel wanted to be. Ruggedly handsome, full beard, huge muscles, a sexy pelt of chest hair. The man was wearing tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A large bulge clearly advertising his package to any and every man hungry for a taste. Miguel was so distracted by the hunk’s majestic junk that he didn’t see that the man was now looking right at him.

"You got a problem?" growled the hunk as he walked towards Miguel, snapping him out of his trance.

Miguel's head snapped up to meet the man's eyes. Legs shaking, palms sweating, mouth going dry. He opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. The man now stood right in front of Miguel, towering over him. The top of Miguel's head barely reaching the bottom of the hunks chest. Having this walking testosterone factory so close had him both frightened and aroused. Having backed Miguel into a corner the hunk got right in his face.

"I'm just messing with you," he laughed. "I'm Leo. I saw you staring so I figured I'd give you a closer look." He grabbed Miguel's hands and placed them on his chest.

"I'm sorry. You're just everything I've been praying to be like," said Miguel staring at the ground. "I'm just tired of feeling infererior to every man I meet."

Leo smirked. "Why don't you come to my place and we can sort that out for you."

Miguel hesitated for a second. Not wanting to be pressured into bottoming for a man, a man who had him scared to death less than a minute ago. However, the hunk's musk was affecting him. He found it harder and harder to resist Leo's invitation. Soon he was following the hunk into his car.

They shortly arrived at Leo's apartment. It was the typical bachelor pad. Laundry everywhere, mattress on the floor, and almost no furniture. The smell of Leo’s musk was even stronger in the apartment leaving Miguel dizzy and even more aroused. 

“So you said you want to be like me, huh?” Leo asked while flexing his biceps, exposing his hairy armpits and wafting more musk into the room. 

“Yes… I do…” slurred Miguel, his arousal slowly becoming more intense. 

“Then listen to everything I’m about to tell you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, anything!” Miguel panted desperately.

Leo gave a wicked smile before giving his first command.”First, strip.”

Miguel froze. His mind was torn between wanting to obey and hiding his embarrassing (lack of) endowment. He looked at Leo with pleading eyes. “E-Everything?” he asked barely above a whisper. 

“Yes, everything. You won’t be needing them once we’re done anyways.”

After Miguel stripped out of his clothes, it was Leo’s turn. First he undid the button on his shorts and slowly pulled them down making a show out of it for Miguel. Bit by bit his underwear was revealed. Bright yellow briefs filled to bursting with a meaty package. Now free from its denim prison, Leo’s bulge swelled even bigger. Now tenting and dripping through the fabric, Leo gave a satisfied sigh. 

“Looks like it's time to pass down this blessing.” moaned Leo as he pulled down the briefs and stepped out of them. His massive member leaking right onto the floor. He hands the soaked briefs to Miguel. “Put this on.”

Miguel pauses, his mind overwhelmed by the naked beast of a man in front of him. Snapping back to reality, he pulls the briefs on. On his tiny frame, the briefs look comically large. He feels Leo’s Intense stare and considers putting his clothes back on and leaving. 

He starts reaching for his own underwear when he feels it. A pulse of something stopping him in his tracks. Then, a warmth. It starts with his bulge. His cock starts swelling, reaching his full length at 3”. He isn’t getting hard; it keeps growing until he reaches 8’ soft. His balls follow suit. Churning, swelling, and churning again until they rival large eggs. They start flooding his body with male hormones and testosterone, kickstarting the next part of his transformation.

Miguel was already satisfied with his changes so far. He went to embrace Leo to thank him. But as soon as he moved, he fell over in pain. His bones started lengthening leaving him at a height of 6’8”. As it stopped he stood and walked up to Leo. To his surprise. Miguel was now taller than Leo. 

“You might want to be in front of a mirror for this next part,” said Leo, leading Miguel to the bedroom. 

As soon as they reached the bedroom door, Miguel began sweating buckets. The heat he felt earlier returned. Now it was focused on his chest. His nonexistent pecs suddenly ballooned into a perfect pair of meaty, juicy muscle tits. His nipples thickened and expanded, becoming extremely sensitive. The growth spread outwards. His torso becoming thick with powerful musclegut. His shoulders so wide that most doorways will be his worst enemy. His biceps arms swelling to massive peaks. His legs expanding thicker than most men’s waists. 

While Miguel admires his new muscles in the mirror, he feels an itch across his whole body. Bit by bit, he grows a sexy dusting of hair along his body, accentuating his muscles and filling with his new musky scent. Smelling his own musk drove Miguel wild. He began stroking his cock while burying his face in his own pit. New thoughts filled his head. He realized he didn’t mind bottoming if it was for Leo. In fact, he found that he craves Leo’s cock just as much as his perfect ass. With those images flooding his mind, he came with a loud roar. His seed covering the entire mirror and himself. Miguel turned towards Leo, breathless but still horny. 

“Thank you for this. I look incredible, I feel incredible!” Marcus said, attacking Leo with a sloppy kiss. 

“I knew you’d take to it well,” said Leo as he rubbed and squeezed Miguel’s new muscles. 

Soon they were both enjoying each other. The briefs were discarded on the floor next to the rest of Leo’s dirty laundry. Both men were now enjoying their blessings. Obtaining the bodies they desire and the relationship they were searching for. 

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I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

[Thank you to @twistedtfs for contributing the second image for this not-so-short story.]

That’s my boyfriend, Blake, lying down, and me, Tyler, lying on him. As you might be able to tell, I’m a top. Not that he and I actually do anal all that often. It’s a lot of work, honestly, and a lot of cleanup. We often prefer just trading blowjobs, which is what we’re getting ready to do right now.

We’re on a time crunch, anyway. I’m on my lunch break at the law firm where I work, and he’s about to start his closing shift at the art supply store.

Just as I’m kissing my way down to Blake’s waistband, his phone starts blaring Chappell Roan’s “Pink Pony Club.” Again. This is the fifth time that an unknown number has called in the past three minutes. Blake blocked the last three callers, but the calls keep coming from different numbers, so it isn’t working.

“Ugh, might as well see what they want,” grumbles Blake. I reluctantly roll off of him and he gets up, walking over to the bureau and answering his phone. “Who is this?”

I palm my tented briefs and he winks at me as he says, “No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong-”

Suddenly, his eyes go glassy.

Morris needs a job, Byron Industries needs an lab rat perfect for their new trial to make a mindless (read: horny) grunt. Paging through his favorite book while he waits, for such a reader he surely didn't read any fine print.

Wrote this one for a GSS challenge a bit ago! Here it is ever so slightly touched up with a few images added. This one's for all you real Melville heads out there. -Occam

“Call me Morris!”

The literature grad surely expected at least some reaction to his smallest of Moby Dick references. It’s not the first time he’s met with silence at the playfully pitiful introduction, but usually there’s at least confusion. This receptionist simply stares blankly. Perhaps there was a perfunctory smile under the facemask, but it certainly didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Morris Baker, yes? For the interview?”

Still recoiling from his scuffed opening Morris is hesitant to speak up. All the well as the receptionist takes his silent quibbling as confirmation. 

“Sir Byron will be with you shortly, please have a seat and enjoy our lobby’s amenities.”

Clutching his shoulder bag tightly as he sort of bows before stepping away from the front desk, Morris realizes that he’s not just working himself up. It’s not in his head, something is off about that receptionist. Sneaking a quick glance back, he sees the clerk is still staring at him. No? Staring through him.

To his credit, Morris stills the shiver that runs up his spine at the realization. Focusing on what matters, Morris convinces himself that between the two of them the secretary’s the weird one. That’s why the man didn’t react to his solid Moby Dick reference! Turning with a cocksure grin to take in the amenities the strange receptionist spoke of he wonders what he’ll find. It’s not every day someone like him gets to wander into Byron Roman’s business, after all.

Morris needs a job, Byron Industries needs an lab rat perfect for their new trial to make a mindless (read: horny) grunt. Paging through his favorite book while he waits, for such a reader he surely didn't read any fine print.

Wrote this one for a GSS challenge a bit ago! Here it is ever so slightly touched up with a few images added. This one's for all you real Melville heads out there. -Occam

“Call me Morris!”

The literature grad surely expected at least some reaction to his smallest of Moby Dick references. It’s not the first time he’s met with silence at the playfully pitiful introduction, but usually there’s at least confusion. This receptionist simply stares blankly. Perhaps there was a perfunctory smile under the facemask, but it certainly didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Morris Baker, yes? For the interview?”

Still recoiling from his scuffed opening Morris is hesitant to speak up. All the well as the receptionist takes his silent quibbling as confirmation. 

“Sir Byron will be with you shortly, please have a seat and enjoy our lobby’s amenities.”

Clutching his shoulder bag tightly as he sort of bows before stepping away from the front desk, Morris realizes that he’s not just working himself up. It’s not in his head, something is off about that receptionist. Sneaking a quick glance back, he sees the clerk is still staring at him. No? Staring through him.

To his credit, Morris stills the shiver that runs up his spine at the realization. Focusing on what matters, Morris convinces himself that between the two of them the secretary’s the weird one. That’s why the man didn’t react to his solid Moby Dick reference! Turning with a cocksure grin to take in the amenities the strange receptionist spoke of he wonders what he’ll find. It’s not every day someone like him gets to wander into Byron Roman’s business, after all.

/masculinization, nerd to jock, gay to straight,

Kevin was a fat short gay guy living in rural America, god did he hate it. He couldn't find a single person that was into him. Chelsea, his best friend, on the other hand was a beautiful woman that got men easily, but no one knew how to please her.

As she was doomscrolling tiktok she got an ad for some sort of mouth spray that promised to seduce anyone and make them act how you want them to. Of course she thought it was some gimmick but for some reason she felt incredibly compelled to buy it.

The next week she set up a hangout with Kevin. As soon as they saw eachother, Chelsea launched onto him. Kevin gasped as his friend greeted him with a kiss.

"What the hell Chelsea?"

"What's wrong babe? You usually love it when I kiss you there"

He felt dizzy, babe? But he was gay. He held his head in his hand for a second as memories forced themselves into his brain, specifically of Chelsea as his girlfriend.

He looked down at her as a mischievous grin spread across her face, god she was beautiful. He took her into an embrace as she continued to kiss him.

"You're so handsome, babe" his face reformed itself as he became taller, having to bend down for Chelsea to kiss him. His fat melted away as his jawline showed for the first time in years, becoming more square and attractive. His adam's apple jutted out as his voice dropped, he let out a rumbling moan as it did.

"Fuck babe, what are you doing to me" Kev muttered through stiffled breaths, his voice sexy and raspy.

"Im just trying to please my perfect man" she said, as he started to take lead, wrapping his arms around her like he had done it so many times before.

He took off his shirt as he exploded with muscle, he deserved it after all, spending all of his time in the gym. His pecs morphed into a perfect set of juicy slabs of meat as Chelsea trailed down his body, making sure to take extra time licking and sucking on his nipples. She gasped as he grabbed her ass.

"You like that?" He said, still breathing heavily. She looked up at the 6'5" adonis in front of her as his muddy eyes turned blue and his greasy hair became dirty blonde.

"Fuck me..." she whiapered under her breath, shocked by how well the spray had worked.

He chuckled as his appendage grew longer, his abs defining themselves as his fat completely evaporated. Leaving him with a perfect muscular body.

"Come here bitch, ill show you what a real man feels like."

He said as he flipped her around, pushing her against the wall. He spit on his large hands as he started to massage his 18 inch thick member that was already dripping in pre.

Her panties already off as he started slowly. She gasped as it full went in.

"I bet im the biggest you'll ever have slut." He said as he smacked her ass.

I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.

Reece.

Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.

He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.

“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”

I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”

Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.

Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.

I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.

Target locked: Reece.

Status: Oblivious.

Reality stable.

I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.

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What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.

My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”

I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.

Then I opened Chronivac.

I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.

Name: Reece Thompson.

Age: 22.

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 225 lbs.

Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.

I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.

Shoulders: +40%.

Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.

Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.

Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.

Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.

I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.

Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.

Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.

Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.

Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.

Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.

Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.

I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.

It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.

His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.

The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.

Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.

His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.

Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.

Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.

The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.

Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.

“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”

I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”

He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”

I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.

And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.

Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.

Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.

Chest size +8%.

Nipple sensitivity +20%.

Apply gradual.

I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.

“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”

He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”

Fuck yeah, I want it.

I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.

“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”

I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”

He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”

By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.

That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.

“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”

I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”

"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”

I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”

His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”

I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.

“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”

He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.

I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.

“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”

I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.

“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”

I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.

Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.

“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.

I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.

Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”

And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.

I smiled and hit Apply.

The night was just getting started.

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Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.

And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.

Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.

I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.

Reece:

Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.

Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆

Attached was a video.

I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.

“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.

“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.

"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.

“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”

Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.

“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.

I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.

Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.

And I was never letting him go.