MTF Dreamer

Marcos was your average college student, he got into school on a soccer scholarship, loved the gym, would go to parties, you know the whole nine miles. That was until now. Marcos was walking down his street after practice going home when some friends were gathered in the street so he decided to say hello.

 “ Wassup! “ he said, to which his friend Thomas replied “ Haven’t seen you in forever dude, yo have you met Cesar? Hes new to the street. “ Cesar was tall, dark, he seemed to be very sweaty even though it was mid fall, and he kept looking at Marcos very weirdly. He noticed that his big arms had scabs on them all over, and a gash on his hand was still healing. 

“ Whats goin on dude? “ Marcos said, trying to break the silence. Cesar just kept looking him up and down and when his and Marcos eyes met he winked at him. Marcos was very uncomfortable if not enough the wink did it. “ Well alright, yo I’ll catch yall later, I gotta get home and get out of these clothes, see yall. “ He dabbed up Thomas and a couple of the other guys avoiding Cesar. The other guys started going the opposite direction from Marcos, when he started to walk home he felt someone grab his arm. It was Cesar.

 “ Why you grabbing me for dude? “ Marcos yelled. Cesar leaned in and said “ I want you and your fat ass. “ Cesar loosened his grip and Marcos pulled his arm back and started to jog away hurriedly. Marcos makes it home and drops his stuff off at the door, while his older brother sits on the couch watching the news. “ Yo come look at this! “ Marcos' brother said. Marcos walks over to see what he's watching. “ Earlier this week the body of a Brownsville college student was found at the site of a car crash. He was found in the passenger side but the location of the driver remains unknown at this time. “ Marcos listened dumbfounded, while his brother was intrigued. “ Can you believe this shit? No way that they weren’t criminals or something. “ 

Marcos looked at his brother then started to walk towards his room. “ There's no way of knowing for sure bro, we don’t know what the hell happened. “ Marcos said. “ I don’t know dude, motherfucker sounds dangerous to me, it's only one town over, he could be here. Hell he could be on this street. “ Marcos closed his door and from his room shouted, “ You watch too much news dude! “ Marcos plopped on his bed and just stared at his ceiling for a second, thinking about what happened. Thinking about the accident, that dude Caesars and his cuts. It all got too much and he sat up and started to take off his bracelets and other shit when he forgot he left his bag out by the front door. Marcos gets up and goes back in the living room now with his brother asleep on the couch with the news still playing. “ Pfft lazy ass. “ 

He goes to the front door to grab his bag when he discovers the door is open. He begins replaying in his mind if he had forgotten to lock the door or maybe he didn’t shut it all the way, maybe it was a gust of wind. He takes a step outside and looks around at the dark street dimly lit by the greenish hue of the street lamps. He comes back inside, closes the door, locks it, and grabs his bag and makes his way to his room. It was probably nothing he thinks he's just paranoid. After all, is the neighborhood he lives in bad? Yes but everyone likes him and his brother so no one would hurt them. He goes back to his room and sets his bag down on his bed, still uncomfortable. Partially because of something he was wearing. Recently after a soccer clete accident with another player's balls, Coach made everyone wear jock straps with cups. Marcos has never worn them so he’s still getting used to them, after all he didn’t want his balls to be crushed. That's when he notices the dirty clothes on the floor have been moved in an area he hasn’t touched yet. He stands up now feeling paranoid again, and slowly walks to his closet thinking obviously that’s where someone could be hiding. He places his hand on the door handle and takes a deep breath, and he opens it fast. No one is in his closet. He exhales in relief, when he turns around he gets punched in the face knocking him out.

 After what felt like a second but was really an hour and a half he starts to come to, now on his bed. His vision is still adjusting but he can make out a shadowy figure in the corner of his room. The figure begins to move closer to Marcos and now he is fully seen. “ Hope your beauty rests was nice, sweet cheeks. “ It was Cesar. “ What the hell are you doing in my house!? “ Marcos shouted. Cesar chuckled laughing at Marcos. “ Cute. You obviously know who I am, when I broke in I noticed you and your brother watching work on the news. And before you ask yes, I’m a criminal, and yes I’m dangerous. Unless you do as I say. “ Marcos looked at Cesar without giving a second thought and said, “ I ain’t doin shit you say, I’m calling the police, people will know if I go missing! “ 

Cesar got closer to Marcos and grabbed his face with one hand firmly and got face to face with him. “ Oh I know that, I’m not going to hurt a single fucking hair on your head, don’t worry. You're too hot to do that to. “ Marcos was wincing and struggling till Cesar let go and pushed his head backwards. “ Besides, the cops have already been called. “ Marcos was confused, why the hell would he call the cops? It doesn’t seem like hes the remorseful type. “ Why would yo- “ Cesar stopped Marcos with his finger to his lips before he could get another word in. “ Shhh, don’t speak, it's clear in our relationship I'll be the one dominating, especially the conversation. I called them to report the murders of your neighbors next door, the old couple. Yeah they’re gone. They saw me following you and recognized me from the newspaper and called the police about a suspicious man outside your home.  But luckily it won’t be known as a murder, I made it seem natural in their death. But the cops are still coming and very slowly may I add, and of course they’ll ask you questions about it. “ Marcos , still very confused, was hesitant to speak so as to not get finger squashed again. “ I can see your confused still, well you're gonna tell them you haven’t seen me. “ Marcos got really angry now that he said that. “ The fuck I am! As soon as they get here I’m finna tell them all of it. “

 Cesar chuckled and began to strip, Marcos once again grew very uncomfortable. “ What the hell are you doing! We are not fucking! I ain’t a fag! “ Marcos shouted. Cesar finally got to his underwear bulge out and looked with a very serious face at Marcos. “ For now. “ Cesar turned around with his ass to Marcos and began to crawl inside of Marcos. Marcos struggled and tried to scream as Cesar's big stinky ass feet were shoved down his throat, feeling every coarse hair on his legs in his throat. “ Don’t struggle, I’ll just enjoy it more. “ Cesar said cheekily. Marcos fell onto his back on the bed grasping his sheets while he was swallowing this man. Cesar's long thick hair thighs were making their way through with his ass in Marco’s face. 

While sliding in to make things easier Cesar ripped a long wet fart right into Marco’s face and mouth, leaving Marcos dazed and less tense. Cesar now had the hardest part to do, fitting his huge dick down in Marcos mouth, which he did after some stretching and pushing. Cesar slid all the way in, Marcos felt disoriented, there was another person inside him, changing who he was. Cesar took advantage of Marco’s vulnerable state and began adjusting himself fully. He shoved his huge feet into Marco’s stretching them to twice their size and the smell before was foul but now was far worse. Hair sprouted out of every toe and smelled as if he’d never washed them before. His legs began to thicken and hair sprouted turning his legs into two tree trunks. The hair swirled up to his ass, burning into his skin a pelt of hair around his asshole, and his ass bubbled up into two huge orbs. 

His arms grew and so did his forests of hair underneath his arms. Reeking of musk and the smell of forty grown men in the body of a nineteen year old. And of course before Cesar could forget he had to adjust his prized asset, his horse cock. Marcos already had a nice set, and if it weren’t for Cesar's sheer size he wouldn’t have to adjust it but after shoving and air thrusting his cock into Marcos cock, he was adjusted to his new nine inches. Cesar began to admire his work, sniffing his feet, feeling his face, and his favorite sticking his finger in his asshole. 

The last thing to do was to get rid of Marcos for good which shouldn’t be an issue for Cesar, he lives to do this. Cesar in Marcos rummaged around Marco’s room until he could find anything to use when he reached under the bed to find a pocket pussy. Cesar stuck his finger inside and sure enough it was used. “ At least you’ll go out doing what you loved Marcos, or should I say what we love. “ Cesar stuck his and Marcos cock into the pocket pussy, gently now that their cocks are one it is twice as sensitive. Marcos' body began to moan and he thrusted into the pussy. Cesar to make things more interesting edged the rim of his new asshole before shoving his fingers in there as he thrusted. Marcos' moans roared louder and louder as the stench in the room skyrocketed, and the sex as well. Marcos' body began to sweat profusely drenching his body in that salty liquid, marinating in all of his crevices, scenting the room. Marcos lifted his arm to his face after taking his fingers out to smell his work. 

Cesar made Marcos slobber and lick his own armpits, swishing the sweat around in his mouth and all over his face. Cesar could feel it he was close, and at this time Marcos was aware his doom was about to happen. With one last thrust and with a moan that could be hear down the block Marcos blew the biggest load ever into the pussy, overflowing it with his liquids and the old Marcos with it. Cesar now fully Marcos collapsed on the bed panting with lust and exhaust. The cum leaking out of the pussy all over his fuckstick now reeking of pure male musk and stench. Marcos rubbed it all over his sensitive tip and everywhere. He bathed himself in his cum. No where was untouched his salty spunk that he would never wash out. “ Holy fuck! I’m a sex machine. “

 He heard a knock at his door and jumped up and threw his jockstrap on and got up to answer the door. He answered the door and there was a constable and a bunch of cops outside next door. The constable looked up from his legal pad and was shocked to see Marcos in a smelly skimpy jockstrap leaving nothing for imagination. “ Uhhhh- “ was all the constable could get out. “ Sorry sir I was busy choking my fat ass cock and fingering myself before you came to the door. How can I help? “ The constable was even more floored by this. "On second thought I think we have all we need thank you. “ The constable scurried off, meanwhile Thomas ran up to him very confused and embarrassed for Marcos. “ Dude what the fuck are you doing? Why are you out here like that, and what the hell is that smell you reek?! “ Marcos grinned while licking his lips. “ Why don’t you find out sweet ass! “ Marcos grabbed Thomas inside the house and all that could be heard was the two fucking the shit out of each others brains. Luckily Thomas was a lot freakier than he led on with Marcos when he was still Marcos. And theres no worry about Marcos brother hearing the two hunks fucking. He’s been dead since Marcos went to his room the first time. But who cares, not like there’s anyone who cares enough to find out. 

Will didn’t always look this boyishly handsome and have that dumb submissive dullness in his big brown eyes. It started a week ago. Will and his best friend Dylan grew up together living across the street from one another. The two guys were like two peas in a pod. Both had a knack for the arts, and loved reading all sorts of books and plays. The two were inseparable. Then one day Dylan started acting. . . odd. Will started seeing him less and less, and he became more muscular and stopped coming around as much. Will was kinda left behind, mostly kept to himself those days. That's when Will was in the town's bookstore checking out the new selection, when Dylan walked in. drenched in sweat and booking it to the otherside of the bookstore. 

 “ Woah! Dylan is that you? “ asked Will. “ Do I know you? “ said Dylan taking an airpod out. Will was very confused and taken aback by this. How could his best friend of years not recognize him? It had only been six months. “ It’s me, Will. Will O’keffe? We’ve been friends for twelve years? Lived across the street from one another for the same amount of time. It’s not like one of our houses moved or something. “ Will said very impatiently, thinking maybe this was a sick joke. “ Oh yeah!! Hey dawg! Long time no see, feels like a fuckin long time since I’ve seen you dude. Come here! “ Dylan said energetically, while pulling Will in for a sweaty hug. Will could feel the coarse hair from inside Dylan's pit rub against him causing him great discomfort. Something was most definitely up. First off, never in the nineteen years Dylan has been alive has he ever said Dawg, Dude or anything like that. He also has never cussed, he always got onto Will for his coarse language.  “ Gee, you sure are sweaty! Whatcha been up to. . . Pal? “ Will inquired. “ I’ve been working out mostly. I tell you bro, we’ve been missing out for YEARS. Huhuhuhuh! I have never felt more alive in my life. Shits addicting. “ Dylan practically yelled in this bookstore, causing many people to turn and look at the two. Dylan didn’t notice, but Will sure did.

 “ So you coming in to get a book or- “ Will whispered trying to lower the volume when he was abruptly interrupted. “ PFFT Suck a dick! I’m just here to use the bathroom! I always get rad gas after a gym sesh. Sometimes I question if I’m even farting. It smells so damn rank. “ Dylan said once again loudly. Will finally caved and put his book back. “ Look, how about we talk someplace else we're getting some crazy ass looks because you're talking so loud. “ Will said, very pissed off. “ Woah little guy! No need to lose your shit. Forgot you were so uptight. Fine after I'm done emptying my dump truck, how about you meet me at the gym? It's two blocks down that way on the strip. Can’t miss it. “ Dylan suggested, and before Will could even process what he said Dylan ripped mad ass in the aisle. The smell was eggy and funky. Almost like he just shot out a protein gas. “ Holy shit. Fine whatever I’ll meet you there, hurry up and go take a shit before you do it here. “ Will said, covering his nose. “ No shit? Fuck yeah! Bet I’ll see you there bro, hey don’t go in that. Go get some workout clothes. “ Dylan said while running off to the bathroom. Will thought what the hell did he just get himself into. The fart lingered longer than he expected and inhaled some of it causing a coughing fit which sent him out of the book store and on the way to find what the hell exactly are “ Work out clothes. “ An hour or two later Will arrived at the Iron Will gym, and for a split second Will considered changing his name after reading that. Moving onward he walked in and was met with many meatheads, boy builders, and gym rats. It smelled like metal, sweat and axe spray deodorant. Will considered leaving when Dylan across the gym began hollering his name.

 “ WILL! WILL!! BRO OVER HERE! “ Dylan yelled. Will kept his head down and walked over carrying his duffle bag with the gym clothes. “ Holy shit I can’t believe you made it!! You ready?”  Dylan asked hyper with excitement. “ Considering I came here initially to just talk with you and somehow got wrapped up into working out I fucking guess so. “ Will replied with a passive aggressive tone. “ Hell yeah! Keep that energy, don't lose it! Go ahead and get changed, locker room’s that way. Meet me back over by the bench press.” Dylan said while slamming his hand on Will's back, causing Will to recoil in pain. Will hesitantly walked into the locker room and rightfully so. When he made it in he was greeted with the smell of hell. It was a festering stagnant pool of ripe sweat, and funky smells he didn’t know he could smell but now wish he couldn’t. He walked over to the bench and began to change with everyone else in there. He placed his extra clothes neatly for after he was through with this hell and left to go back out. Dylan put through Will through hell in there, challenging him to bench press, leg press, pull ups and many more forms of torture. “ Please tell me that was it because if I do anything more my arms will fucking fall out of their sockets. “ Will said. “ Yeah dawg we’re done! Go hit the showers you need it, worked up a good sweat huh? “ Dylan said. “ Worked up my damn temper is what you did. “ Will said, muttering his way into the locker room. When Will entered it was busier than before so he squeezed through and picked up his towel and soap and headed for the showers. When he got to them he was so excited to wash off so he could go home and forget this ever happened. When he went to turn the nob nothing came out, so he tried the other one, and the next, and the next with no luck. “ Hey dude! Those don’t work no more! “ said one of the other guys. “ Isn’t that fucking great! “ Will replied. Will just wanted to get out of here and go home so he did something he usually doesn’t do. He put clean clothes on while dirty so he grabbed his clothes loosely and went into a stall to change. He took off his shirt wafting more smell off, then his socks wet with sweat, and then his shorts and finally his underwear. He was rank, no wonder Dylan smelled. “ I just need to get the fuck out of here, I can take a shower at home. “ Will reminded himself. He slipped on some new socks which for some reason felt the same as the ones he just took off and smelled worse. He thought maybe he was confused so he put his boxers on then it hit him. He realized he was wearing someone else's clothes. “ What the fuck, I’m gonna gag! “ He said loud enough for everyone else to hear. Will opened the stall and walked back out in underwear and socks, he began to look everywhere for his clothes flipping through his bag looking in the lockers when someone said something.

 “ Hey man, I think we switched clothes. Those are my undies broski. “ Will turned around to see a hispanic gun wearing his clothes, now stained with what appears to be cum, meanwhile he's in his. “ Please tell me these are your clean ones. “ Will said about to blow up. “ No man those are last weeks, I forgot they were in my bag. “ Right before Will was gonna yell he felt a twitch ripple from his crotch to his brain.  Calm down bro. So you switched boxers, bro’s do that. Will’s face was frozen in confusion. He looked around looking for the person who just said that, but it was just him and this guy. “ Listen, you can keep them if you want bro. I got plenty like those in my bag. “ Will got angry again and couldn’t hold it back this time. “ Why the fuck would I want these, and I’m not your b- “ The twitch came back and rippled once again. He’s your bro, be nice to him. You’ll take the clothes and shut the fuck up about it. Will was at a loss for words, all he could get out was “ you know what bro, I’ll take em thanks dude! “ The other guy looked at Will dully then replied “ Okay man, but hey, I didn’t have any shirt in that bag or shorts, or shoes lemme lend you some. “ Will started thinking straight again and realized what he said. “ Oh bro there's no nee- “ You love wearing dirty and stinky clothes, especially when their bros. Ask if he’s got a spare jock strap. “ DO YOU HAVE A SPARE JOCK STRAP. “ Will said immediately with little to no emotion. “ Yeah of course bro. Lemme put this all in your duffle. “ No need you’ll change right here. Will’s better thinking started fighting back. Why the hell is he calling this random stranger bro, and why isn’t he freaking out? He's wearing another man's dirty clothes, and he most certainly will not change in the middle of this locker room. Just then another twitch came but this one was different, Will got a hard on and he couldn’t hide it, then he felt it. He was about to cum. Will was confused, he tried to fight it when he finally succumbed and jizzed in his new boxers, shooting out parts of his standards. Leaving him with a dumb look on his face. Drool running down his face.

 “ Okay all packed dawg. “ the guy looked at Will, confused why he looked like that. Will starred dumbly and took the bag and thudded his way over to the bench and began to undress. He took the boxers off making a string of cum stretch, then he slid on his new jockstrap. The jockstrap was warm and already wet when Will adjusted it and moved his dick into place. He then slid on his new shorts and his tank top. He slid on his new sweaty Nike shoes. He went back to normal except he was fine with this all.  And started to walk out when he was stopped. “ Wait dude! Lift your arms. “ Will dropped the bag and turned around and lifted his arms revealing his smooth armpits but smelled like hell. 

The guy grabbed a can of Axe and sprayed him. “ Alright now your set. Later bro! “ Will picked up his bag and left back outside. His mind left the daze he was previously in but still had no issue with what happened. “ Hey bro! You take care of everything? “ asked Dylan. Will looked like he was still putting together what happened and was looking for the words but instead just went with “ yeah bro. Imma head back to my crib later! “ Dylan acted normal and dabbed Will up. “ Sick, later brochacho! “ Will made it home and took a shower trying to wash himself off but couldn’t seem to get the smell off. He took off the jockstrap and put back on the boxers. While he was about to start his night routine he felt another ripple of twitching but this time it stayed in his crotch. It felt very warm and itchy. When he looked down he saw his bush had grown. “ What the hell? I just shaved yesterday how the fuck is this possible? “

Will, confused, just went to bed and figured he’d deal with it in the morning. Will kept tossing and turning though his legs were hot and itchy as well. When he lifted the sheets he gasped at what he saw. His legs were covered in hair all the way up to his crotch. Will had always been clean shaven, never having so much as stubble anywhere. The only body hair he was ever chill with was what was on his head and eyebrows. When he finally was about to get up to do something another shiver was sent from his crotch this one made it to his brain. 

Bro don’t shave, makes you manly. How about you explore what's in there instead big guy. Will had never been the type to touch himself like that but now he had the most break neck urge to. He pulled down his underwear and began to jerk his meat. He’s never felt this sensation before with each tug he got more and more light headed. All of his memories of books, plays, years of poetry were all melting down into his vats of cum. Of course those memories were replaced with working out with Dylan, being a sexy gym rat, and rippin ass with his bros. Then another ripple came. Real men goon, you should try it bro! Will’s melted back to the stupid look he had in the gym. 

I think when this happens he becomes vulnerable to these ideas being planted in his head. Dude stop caring what other people think, why even think stop doing it. He kept stroking and listening to what he was being told. It’s okay to rip ass in public dude, everyone should smell your ass. Just then Will ripped ass underneath the sheets, wafting upwards to his nose infecting him more. You love this smell, it makes you hard. You also love the smell of sweat and cum brochacho. Will took a deep inhale of this stench and kept looking like he’s lost his brain. Protect your pits from razors, deodorant and soap. Gotta preserve that alpha stench! Will listened to these lifestyle changes of his, almost like he’s been doing this for years. Now you need to cum buddy, let all of those old memories turn to sweet sweet baby batter! A faint part of Will was fighting back, keeping him from losing all of who he is, and transitioning to this new oaf. Will’s dumb gooner face twitched wanting to cum but couldn’t. CUM BITCH! Will was no match for this new wave of Will. Will shot the most potent cum ever all over himself and crotch. It was caked onto his new bush, and dripping down his new hairy legs. “ Holy shit that felt good. Gotta tell Dylan about it tomorrow. “ Will snapped his favorite pair of boxers now back on his waist, sealing all of that cum the old him into the boxers and his skin. 

When Will woke up the next morning he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to find the new him. Stubble growing, more masculine jawline and of course still wearing his boxers. Will got dressed and picked up his phone and saw Dylan invited him to go play soccer. Wills dick got hard at the idea of playing soccer right now, so he ran to his duffle and stuffed it with his gym clothes and ran to the field.

When Will got there Dylan was already ready so Will went and changed and even though he has never played soccer much less touched a ball other than his own, he was a natural. Weaving in and out of the other players and dribbling that ball with his ripe feet like no one's business. “ Holy shit dude you’re a fucking pro! Huhuhuh! “ Dylan yelled. Will launched the ball and slid to the ground sending it to the goal. Will and Dylan ran to one another and had a sweaty hug then chest bumped. “ Hell yeah bro that's how it's done bitch! “ Will said. Will took a deep huff of his sweaty pits like his new drug. Dylan and Will started hanging out more again, going on trips together to beaches, getting Will an entirely new wardrobe, and of course going to the gym. 

One day they were on a day trip to the nearby beach staying at somebody's family's house or whatever, when the two were laying down on the couch after a day of swimming and fucking around at the beach when they started talking. “ You know Will, I'm glad we're bros again. I was worried that when I started going to the gym and was my true self you wouldn’t wanna hangout. “ Dylan said. Will looked at him like he had said something stupid. “ Of course dipshit, I love you, you're my bro I’d do anything for you! What kind of stupid fucking worry is that.“ said Will. Dylan looked at Will a bit irritated by that response. “ Do you always have to be so rude Will, I was begin fucking nice. “ Will lifted a leg and ripped ass then started laughing while scratching his junk.

“ If you don’t like it you can go fuck off. “ Dylan was disappointed. “ You know I thought after paying that guy to switch clothes with you, you’d chill the fuck out but theres still so much smart in your brain. “ Will looked mad now as he realized what Dylan just said. “ You fucking what? “ Will said. “ But you know even with that guys cum in them it still hasn’t changed that. But you know I think I can. “ Dylan said walking over to Will, licking his pits and pulled down his sweaty swimming trunks exposing his nine inch fuck stick.

 “ Bro what the hell! “ Will yelled. Dylan started sucking Will off sending Will into ecstasy. Dylan stopped, now that his dick is slick, and he impaled himself with Will’s cock. “ OH FUUUCKUH. “ Will gasped. “ Shut up and huff. Dylan shoved Will’s face into his ripe pit. If Will thought his were good, Dylans were the best. Will was trapped and started huffing in that delicious smell, licking his bros pits. “ I’m gonna fuck you till your the stupidest stinkiest motherfucker ever. “ Dylan yelled. Words are hard for you, your IQ is only 20 speak like a caveman. The dumb Will gooner face came back. Dylan started to smirk knowing this was working. 

Dylan is superior to you, you will always submit and be nice to him. You want his approval. “ Almost there Willy! “ Dylan yelled. Your only bro in this world is Dylan and you will do anything he says because he’s your master. Will’s mind was spinning, or what was left of it, same protocol it all dripped down to his potent cum. CUM, BECOME THE BRO! Will’s face contorted and he shot all of his last remnants into Dylan, moaning and exhaling hard. “ How are you feeling Will? “ Dylan asked. “ Uhhhhhhhh okay. “ Will said, sniffing his pits. “ Who’s your master? “ Dylan asked excitedly for the response. “ You, duh. “ Will said. Dylan was so happy with his work. He finally had the perfect bro, and new fuck buddy. Will was nothing but a stinky, hairy buff idiot who couldn’t do anything but eat, fart, workout, and fuck.

“ Flex for me dawg. “ Dylan asked. Will flexed his muscles presenting his musty pits. This would be the rest of Will's life, being Dylan's puppet and gym arm candy. “ Let's go upstairs, I wanna fuck that boy pussy of yours dawg. “ Will stood up and obeyed. “ Whatever you say Bro. Huuhuhuuh. “ Will pulled down his trunks completely off and followed Dylan upstairs with his dick swinging back and forth dripping with cum and sweat.

Daniel was a very introverted man. He moved away from his home state to New York City to be a photographer, and he knew absolutely no one. That was until he met his neighbor Bryce. Bryce was the life of the party. A very compassionate, easy going, sex icon of a guy. And I mean sex icon! It was a fight trying to get him to put a shirt on much less, hide his arms. Bryce walked over to Daniel's door one day and knocked. Daniel opened it very hesitantly but would later realize the resistance was unnecessary.

Bryce was charismatic and easily striked a conversation with Daniel, although hard for Daniel as he had a lot of anxiety. When talking about clothing Daniel had for some reason brought up the fact he still wore tighty whities. Bryce just chuckled at the statement and said “ you know hell yeah man. I get it. Their comfortable and classic. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it you know? “ Daniel felt safe around Bryce and Bryce was fond of Daniel. The two spent the next year having dinners with one another, hanging out almost every hour of the day, they were as best as friends could get.

Throughout that time Bryce tried his damndest to crack Daniels shell, and pull down the shield he constantly puts up when faced with new things. For instance on this specific night the topic was Daniel's wardrobe. “ I’m just saying “Danny, you spend all that time in the gym keeping everything toned, just to not show it? “ said Bryce. “ Daniel sank into his chair while the two were doing a puzzle in his apartment. “ Why do I need to show it? For people to like me? I don’t think so. “ Daniel said. “ Well I’m just saying. You're a good looking guy, anybody in this town would be lucky to be with you, but you're very reserved. “ Bryce told Daniel. Daniel just sat with that. “ Reserved? “ Daniel asked. “ Yeah, like you don’t really go out unless it’s with me, you're too afraid to date and god forbid if someone makes the first move you brush em off! You gotta get out of your comfort zone Danny! “ Bryce always called Daniel “Danny” which Daniel didn’t like. “ I think I’m perfectly fine the way I am. I’m a catch and if people really wanna be with me or if I want to have a secret nightlife like you I will when it naturally comes.” Daniel said sternly. “ Naturally? What are you waiting for puberty or something? Wake up Danny, no one waits for you in life unless you let them in and I’m the only person you’ve let in. “ Bryce said with bitter seriousness. Daniel looked like he was about to cry when Bryce said that. “ You're gonna wait for me aren’t you? “ Bryce looked at Daniel and knew the truth. “ Of course man but I might not always be here, and neither will you. That's why you gotta live now! “ Daniel just continued to brush these suggestions off and eventually Bryce stopped, and then Bryce got ready to leave. “ Bryce, I’ll think about what you said tonight. “ Daniel said before closing the door. “ I know you will Danny. “ Bryce left for his apartment after saying that and Daniel closed the door. Daniel went to bed and reflected on what was said. And Bryce went out afterwards. When Dainel woke up the next day to forty seven missed calls and or texts, he was so fucking confused because he only knows one person. Then a knock at his door came. He threw on some clothes and walked over to the door and it was the police. “ Are you Daniel Hayes? “ said the first police officer. Daniel looking very confused said “ I am. Is something wrong? “ “ we are here to inform you that your neighbor has passed away, Bryce Schneider. Just letting everyone kno- “ Daniel’s entire heart in that moment just shattered. Bryce? Dead? The most alive guy he knew? “ Excuse me, died?! How? “ Daniel said, holding back tears. " Well we don’t know quite just yet but the landlord reported it after trying to get a hold of him. “ said the other police officer. “ okay. “ said Daniel. “ listen kid if you need any counseling this is the card for it. Sorry for your loss. “ Daniel closed the door in shock. He just saw him the night before how could he of died? So many questions were ringing through his head when a vase near his door fell to the ground. It startled Daniel so he walked over hesitantly and began to clean up the pieces when books over by his window started falling off the shelves. Now Daniel was freaking the fuck out. “ What the hell is in here?! “ that’s when a ghost appeared but he couldn’t make out the face quite yet. “ Who are you and why are you in my home! “ the ghost got right up in Daniel’s face and Daniel began to cower behind his hands.

“ Easy Danny boy!! No need to go all ghost busters on me! “ Daniel recognized that voice, he looked up and sure enough its was Bryce, well more or less. “ Bryce? Your a ghost? “  Daniel said. “ Well not by my own choosing but yeah! It’s kinda chill once you get the hang of flying through shit and you know. Floating. “ Daniel didn’t know whether to cry or be afraid. " What, how did this happen? “ said Daniel. “ Well you see I died, Land Lord smothered me in my sleep. Now I’m a ghost! “ Bryce said with a genuine grin. “ Oh my god! You were murde- “ Then Daniel got interrupted. “ Ehh don’t worry about it, not really why I’m here but hey no hard feelings to him! “ Bryce said. “ Wait there’s a reason your here? “ Daniel asked. “ Duh! I died with uhh. . Unfinished Business lets say that! So they sent me down here to take care of that I guess! “ Bryce replied. “ And what business is that exactly? “  Daniel asked knowing exactly what he was about to say. “ Helping you of course!! If anything I am proof of why you need to take my advice!!! You can die at any moment so what’s the point of being stuck in this flat, when there’s a city out there!! Plus I’m dead so your not busy anymore! “ Daniel rolled his eyes and put his head into his hands. “ Damn it were still on this. How the hell exactly are you supposed to help me get out of my shell when your a fucking ghost? You think about that? “ Daniel said. “ Danny boy you know me, of course I have a plan. Since I’m a ghost and all your right I can’t help you physically but I can if you just say these words, and I’ll help you out! “ Bryce replied. “ What words do I need to say? “ Daniel said. “ Okay, Bryce I let you into my life. Consider it more of a legal thing, consent even! “ Daniel stood up and paced a little thinking. “ Okay so if I say this, you will come down here and help me somehow? “ Bryce swirled around and got closer to Daniel. “ Yes Danny, all you gotta do is say those words! “ Bryce said. “ Alright, I’m doing this for you! Bryce I let you into my life- “ As soon as Daniel said that Bryce turned into a vapor causing Daniel to fly backwards and Bryce while laughing flew straight into Daniel’s body. Daniel’s body convulsed and shook. Daniel’s face contorted and his limbs flew all over, then he laid motionless. Then a gasp.

“ Oh shit, I’m in! “ Daniel stood up and walked over to a mirror when he began to examine his face and touch it and move it around with his hands. “ Damn Danny didn’t realize what a mug you got! Pretty hot! By the way I apologize for not telling you I was gonna possess you. I figured you would of had some issues with it. “ Danny started touching the rest of his body feeling the toned muscles he had. “ How about I go take some clothes off and we get a good luck huh?

“ Danny went into his new room and began to strip down to his boxers and looked in the bathroom mirror. “ holy shit I’ve got fucking abs!!! And no one knows it! Oh but they are gonna. “ he said this as he ran his finger across the many divits in his rock hard abs. Danny then saw a tank top on the ground and figured that’ll work. He threw it on and began to flew in the mirror with his new muscles when he came to a realization.

“ Motherfucker, you had armpit hair this entire time!!! Shit, and you made fun of me for showing mine look at yours! I’m a furry little bastard now aren’t I!  “ Danny gave his pit a deep huff “ Oh god that’s good! Musty funky greatness! no complaints! “ when he said the at just then a tent began forming in his boxers. “ No complaints here either. Let’s take a look with what we’re working with . “ If the happy trail was any suggestion when he pulled down his boxers a eight inch python nesting in a bush was there. " Okay okay, letting it bush I rock with it!! Should I? “ Danny looked at his sexy as hell reflection. “ Well you did walk in on me that one time so I think this is fair. plus when in Danny!  “  Danny began to stroke his new cock and it was real sensitive, Danny almost fell down jerking his junk.  “ Oh man Danny this stuff is a ride!! “ Danny felt around his new asshole and it was tight with a surrounding of hair. He thought for a minute if he should do this but he was so overcome by his own dick he began to stick digit after digit into his boy pussy. “ Now were on to something!! But you know since we got a mirror here I don’t think a goon session would be out of the question. “ Danny while finger fucking his ass and his dick began to goon to himself in the mirror. He moaned shook in ecstasy. “ I’m so fucking hot, people are gonna line up to ride this ride. And I smell delicious! “ For clarification Daniel went to sleep exhausted so he didn’t take a shower and this act wasn’t helping either. The room began to have a funky smell to it and it was coming from Danny. “ Oh I’m gonna BUST! “ Right then Danny shot ropes all over himself, Bryce had never seen this much cum before. It was on him, the mirror in his hair everywhere. this is a good time to reveal that Bryce didn’t have unfinished business, but he did die too soon so he got sent back down as a ghost to find a new body. And it’s one of the instructions to cum out your old host. Danny pulled his fingers out and scooped up some of his spunk and sucked it off his fingers. “ Now that’s what I call some good Daniel cream! “ Danny hopped up pulled his boxers up snapping them making a wet noise and in the same dirty black tank top covered in cum and walked into the room. “ Okay I’m gonna go out so we gotta find something hot to wear. This works but we need something more. “ He fingered through all of his clothes and he threw all the acceptable wardrobe on the floor. Most were just shorts or pants and nothing else or really skimpy tank tops that would show his v line and furry happy trail.

He threw on an outfit with overalls which was new to Bryce but gonna rock with Danny and set out into the world. “ Damn I look fine. And I got easy access to my pits!! Let’s see how long it takes for me to find some ass. “ ten minutes later Danny brought back a chick to his place.

Now Daniel was gay and Bryce was bi so Danny would be bi with that math according to Danny. Danny picked her up and plopped her down on the couch in the living room and took her bra off with his teeth then threw down his boxers revealing his musky cock. “ Oh I didn’t think I’d be getting well fed today. “ said the girl. “ Everyone loves Danny’s funky frank! “ said Danny. Danny began to fuck this girl ruthlessly and rough. There was a symphony of moans and grunts. Danny had already cummed but he kept going until she did and even after kept going until they both did twice. They both laid exhausted and exhilarated. “ Am I going to see you again? “ asked the girl out of breath. “ Maybe, depends on how I feel. “ replied Danny placing his arms above his head.

Weeks go by Danny’s house is a pigsty, underwear and new jockstraps all over the floor. Pocket pussies that have been used leaving all over the counter, and the smell was absolutely putrid but heavenly to Danny. That day Danny was going to a Halloween pool party so he drove to the country side of New York and on the way had multiple jerk sessions giving his interior a new paint job.

“ never gets old. “ Danny said while smearing his natural lotion all over his pits, mouth, and face, huffing it. When he arrived at the party he was greeted and shown to his room. He began undressing down to his boxers then he decided who needs those and started freeballing. He threw on his first costume or more so his new wardrobe, a jersey and a skimpy tank top revealing his fury parts on display.

Danny was the life of that party, and fucked more than half of guests including the guy who set this all up. They did it in one of the pool houses while everyone was getting ready for the pool. “ Oh good god your huge- “ said the guy. “ Yeah, then moan like it bitch! “ said Danny. Danny became more dominant over the past couple of weeks letting his stubble grow out, man’s capping and hygiene were out of the question and he sold his washer and dryer to buy more clothes and sex toys.

“ I’m gonna fill you with so much cum you’ll be leaking it for days. “ Danny said. “ Yes Danny! Yes Danny!! “ moaned the guy. After Danny cummed he pulled out and started face fucking the guy, sending all nine inches now of musty cock down this bitches throat. Five minutes later Danny opened the door of the pool house butt ass naked smoking a joint while the guy was laying passed out on the floor covered in Danny’s cum. Danny walked around checking people out while everything was out for show, when he came up on some old sweaty swimming trunks that were yellowed on the inside. He found that these were his best option while there are a bunch of clean ones inside of the house and that’s no fun.

Danny swam with everybody else and played pool games with them. Danny’s pits now smelling like sweat, dried cum and pool water. Everyone couldn’t resist it, everyone wanted a piece of Danny. And Danny was well aware.

Later that night when the Halloween party was continuing Danny changed into his second costume a sweaty sexy blue collar worker with nothing but suspenders and pants, no underwear. Before he left he looked in the mirror as he always does now and realized what a change he’s gone through. “  A couple of weeks ago I wore nothing but sweaters and slacks, now I’m a fucking sexy bite of a man. I’m Danny. “ Danny went on to fuck the other half of the party having his way with everyone more than once. By the end of the night everyone including Danny had huffed his masculine earthy aroma intoxicating them. He didn't even feel the need to wear clothes anymore he just walked around nude, filling people with cum left and right, even getting filled himself. And he remained the sex symbol, cum addicted,  and musky easy going guy he was meant to become. All thanks to Bryce.

In the hot height of July, it was Jacob's nineteenth birthday. Jacob Herdon is was the greatest guy you’ve ever met. He was the student council president, valedictorian, and beloved by his town. A well kept, put together young man, with a bright future in engineering. Anyone you asked knew exactly who he was, and what an outstanding fella he was. And then there was his brother, Carter.

In the most text book way, Carter was the exact opposite of his brother. Carter Herdon was Jacob’s little brother by a year, which Jacob and everyone does not fail to bring up. Carter is a part of the baseball, basketball and football teams. He, although talented in the weight room and court, was dumb as rocks. He repeatedly failed almost every class short of gym, and if it wasn’t for Jacob he’d still be a junior instead of a senior. In comparison, Carter was a menace, he would constantly get into aggressive fights, smoke in the locker room, and was known to be touchy with other teammates. On this day the entire block is over at the Herndons house to celebrate their man's man, and his next step to college. All of Jacobs' friends and many popular graduates joined the party while Carter was not allowed to invite any of his friends. After opening and accepting all of the gifts, Jacobs parents had one more surprise. “ Alright kiddo, why don’t you come with me to the driveway! "said Jacob's father. Jacob had been working a job for five years to save up for a car to drive to college and back. When he walked to the driveway following his mother and father, and Carter following close behind, in the driveway sat his brand new car. “ Awesome! I can't believe you guys did this! You know I've been saving all that money! ”  “ Well we know that but we got you it anyways and now you can use that money for important stuff you need! “ Said his mother. Jacob was ecstatic! Carter was not. He stormed back into the home. The party was long over now and the family was cleaning up the downstairs when Carter came in sweaty and angry. “ I think it's totally bogus that He gets a car when like he has a job. I don’t have a job. You could have legit given it to me.”  Said Carter. A stench filled the downstairs, and it wasn’t even a question it was coming from Carter. He frequently would work out or touch himself upstairs and not take a shower afterwards. Much less even touch deodorant. “ Listen Carter, I don’t like this tone. Now you know your brother is a hard working kid, and he put a lot of work in to getting that car and he's going to college. You don’t even know what you're doing after high school! “ Said their father. “ Duh I’ve already told you I'm gonna play basketball! “ Carter shouted. “ Why should he get rad gifts, what's so cool about him! “ Jacob walked over to Carter with his nose pinched and placed a hand on his shoulder. “ Listen little bro, if this is about me leaving in a month for college, I’m not gonna be gone forever! I’ll still be here for you and help you when you need it! And right now I think you need a good shower, maybe some deodorant and how about you go and get some rest huh? “ Carter looked red in the face. “ Fuck you! I don’t give a shit where you go! Maybe with you gone I can get some attention in this house. “ Carter stormed up the stairs after yelling at his family and Jacob.

Jacob and his Father and Mother all look at one another and shrug their shoulders. Upstairs Carter slams his door and runs to his laptop. He opens a tab and searches for some new shoes to get his mind off this when he gets an ad. The ad was for a special website for getting rid of older brothers. “ Do YOU have an Annoying and totally wack older brother? HelloNewBro.Com can help you! “ He chuckles and clicks the link. Considering he’s not the smartest it's no surprise. The website had a lot of words that Carter really couldn’t understand but at the bottom were some simple instructions. “ Specifically after a sick workout with your pits ripe, approach your wack as shit older brother and shove his face in there! “ Carter looked puzzled and lifted his arm and sniffed it. It definitely was ripe but it had been an hour now since he worked out. He figured it’d still work, so he waited until his parents were asleep and snuck into Jacob's room. When he snuck in the room the light was off but the bathroom light was on. He slowly opened the door and in the room Jacob was beginning to get ready to take a shower. Jacob realized Carter was in the room. “JESUS! God you scared me Little Bro. Did you need something? “ Carter with a devilish smirk says “ Yeah bro. I need something. Does this smell rank? “ Carter lunged armpit exposed into Jacobs face. “ WHAT THE FUC- “

Carter suffocated Jacob to the floor while keeping his pit on his face. Jacob squirmed and was panicking for a long while until he finally started giving out and eventually passed out. Once he passed out Carter didn’t really read further than this point on the instructions so he figured he’d go look for a fourth time. While walking back to his room his vision got foggy and he started to stumble not knowing what was going on. He begins getting lower and lower to the ground before passing out face down in his brother's room. When he wakes up he is very groggy and smells a funky but familiar smell near his face. He realizes that he's not where he passed out but is in his brother's bathroom. He gets up and it hits him. He is now Jacob. He doesn’t even freak out, he is just mesmerized. He begins inspecting himself in the mirror and can still smell the pit sweat on his face. He likes the sweat off his lips and smiles. He lifts his shirt up to see his brother's abs he’d been working on for years in the gym.

“ Ohh yeah bruh, rock hard! Look at my abs! “ He takes off his shirt completely now to touch himself. “ Oh man, I'm jacked! I dunno why he’s hiding his best assets all this time. “ Carter was admiring his brother's physique when he noticed something. “ Oh man, he reeks right now! This is so hot. Damn, I'm so hairy. These are some manly ass legs. SHIT THAT’S A BUSH IF I EVER DID SEE ONE! Bro is packing! “

No surprise, he caught his brother right before he was gonna take a shower. Carter looks at his brother in the mirror and speaks to himself. “ I bet you want to take a shower big bro, and you will. But you won’t be clean. “ The new Jacob undressed and hoped in the shower, and began to play with himself under the steamy shower. He began to stroke his brother's big dick. “ Damn where the hell was he hiding this big iron! “ While stroking his dick, he began inserting digit after digit into Jacobs tight asshole. Jacobs' moans echoed like howels, and he slid slowly down onto the shower floor.

“ Shit I got a hairy asshole! Surprised he doesn’t shave any of this off. Glad he didn’t, makes me more sexy Ha Ha! “ He shot more ropes than he ever did in his body. He began to spread his brother's seed all over himself, in his hair, his legs, arms, pits, face everywhere was coated. “ Who’s the little bro now bitch. “ After getting out of the shower stinkier than he got in, soaking wet Jacob walked over to his closet wearing nothing. “Let's see what big bro’s got! “ Carter went through his entire brothers closet, trying old wrestling singlets, his brothers everyday clothes and walking around with his dick out in them. “ You like what you see? Well there's more where that cums from. Sup, Jacob Herdon. Freelance asshole and douchebag. “ Then Carter found THE outfit.

Jacbos old slutty shorts and black tank top. “ Oh shit. This is it! “ Carter threw it on and it was a bit tight but he definitely did not mind. At this point he was smelling peak rank. Carter began flexing in Jacobs body, huffing his new pits and jerked off into his boxers. That's when he noticed his body lying on the floor of his new room. “ Ahhh fuck I didn’t think about that. “ Carter ran into his room to look at the rules again on the laptop and read that the other person's body would get sent into the user's body. They may be unconscious for a day. “ Holy shit! How am I gonna hide this? Oh fuck and if he wakes up he’ll be so pissed dude. “ Carter laid on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair when he got an idea. He ran back to his new room, and scooped up his old body and ran back to his old room. He laid his body on the bed. He figured if he told his parents he was sleeping they wouldn’t bat an eye. That's when Carter got another idea. His totally rockin bod laying on his bed armpits exposed. He couldn’t resist. Carter pulled down his old body pants and boxers revealing his old cock. For some reason he thought it’d be hard but it wasn’t because he was unconscious. He looked back and found in the rules that there was a special feature specifically for this. He walked back and took off his body's shirt and rubbed his nipples making his cock shoot right up. “ Ooh this is about to be so wicked hot. “

Carter than began fucking roleplaying with his old self. “ Oh gee Carter. I sure would love for you to fuck me in my asshole with your big cock. I’ve always thought you were the hottest of us two and your so manly and SO fucking cool. Pleaseeee. “ Carter said like his brother. Carter then pulled Jacobs pants down and inserted his old cock into his brother's bodies asshole. “ Oh Carter you're so big I don’t know if I can handle you. Please don’t fill me with you tasty cum little bro! “ shouted Carter in Jacobs voice. It is beyond surprising the parents couldn’t hear any of this but Carter kept on fucking away his old body while kissing and face deep in his old pits. Finally he feels his old body fill him to the brim with his cum. Carter moans in Jacobs voice and finally thuds down next to his unconscious body. “ I am soooo fucking good! Cannot wait for tomorrow. ”

When tomorrow finally came around Carter woke up, jerked his new cock for about an hour then thudded downstairs. His parents believed the whole “ Carters just sleeping in, do not worry about him “ bit. Carter grabbed his brother's keys and wallet, and headed for HIS new car. Once he got in he was overwhelmed with the urge to give this car a new scent. Carter while driving ripped the worst ass you’ve ever smelled. Probably because he fucked his old dirty cock last night and he still hasn’t taken a shower to wash off all of the cum and sweat.

Carter started of course jerking off at a stop light and shot so many ropes by the time he got to the store. Carter spent almost half of Jacob’s money that he saved on Jockstraps, dildos, butt plugs, sex pills, and new clothes. He bought a load of sports wear and sleaze bag clothes for his new style. Once he got in the car he realized he hasn’t worn socks this entire time so his feet smile R.I.P.E ripe!  He takes his shoes off in the car and it makes the last touch to that wonderful new car stench. He sniffs his new feet HARD licking in between his toes, and just straight up violating his brothers feet. “ oh I never want to leave this body. Jacob I’m making you the literal best broski ever! “ When he realizes that he’s across the street from a basketball court he takes the foot out from under his nose and gets excited. “ Holy shit!! Let’s see if I got game in this sex machine! “ Carter slid his now slimey feet back into his sneakers and ran across the street.

Carter played Basketball with a bunch of other guys whopping their asses in it!! Juking, shooting, shoulder checking all of it. If anyone didn’t know better Jacob looked like a new man. Everyone eventually left because of Jacob's stench or because he slapped their ass one too many times, except the kid sitting across the court. His name was James and he was a nerd from Carter's grade who had the BIGGEST crush on Jacob. So Carter being a sleaze strutted over real sexy. “ yo, so your like super fucking hot. “ James looked surprised “ oh! I’ve never thought you’d think of me like that- “ said James Before being interrupted . “ Shhhhhhhhh, wanna suck this cock or what? “ Without missing a beat James jumped up and followed Jacob to the locker room where he promptly took all nine inches down his throat. After Carter had came in James' mouth he got bored so he tossed the exhausted and aroused James onto the floor. “ what are you doi- OOOOOH- “ Carter began fucking James with Jacob’s cock and straight up pounding it. “ I’ve waited for this for so long! “ said James. Right before James passed out from exhaustion Carter fills James with the spunkiest cream you ever did see. Carter begins putting Jacobs clothes back on and before he leaves he says of couse “ thanks for the fuck faggot! “ Leaving James peacefully passed out, leaking cum from his asshole. When Carter got home he went upstairs to see if Jacob was awake yet and to his surprise he wasn’t. He began to panic. “ Dude wake the fuck up! Bro! Jacob? Jacob? “ said Carter. Jacob was unresponsive in Carter's body, and the body wasn’t even breathing. Carter freaked out so he ran to the laptop to see what he could do and it read. If other participant is still unresponsive in the original host's body, do not worry simply using the same tactic that made the transfer will wake them up unless the host's body is used to the smell of B.O. “ “ Oh god, I’m fucked. “

As he read further to make matters worse, In that case, also do not worry! Easily twist the nipples of the unconscious to wake them up as long as you have not already had sex with the unconscious, which therefore seals the swap while also extracting the original soul into cum. Carter could not believe he turned his brother into his own cum. Of all of the cum, his own stinky, sticky, salty cum. As he felt defeated a plan soon formed. He would tell his parents that Carter ran away and said he’d never come back but he would actually just hide him in the closet and still use him as a realistic sex doll of sorts. Carter sat down on his bed and agreed that this would be it. He would no longer ever be Carter but forever be known as Jacob. With a quick jerk sesh while sniffing his pits and eating his cum, he set on to seal this fate. He’d tour his new asshole and dick around like a parade, for any big dick to dominate. He’d also cut out all hygiene to free up time. Forever being stuck as the new stinky, sexy, dumb as fuck Jacob, or what he will now be known as, Jake.

Anthony and his boys had been hyped for this trip for months. For Anthony, it was personal — he was born here, raised until he was ten before moving to New York. Now he was back, but different. Grown. Polished. Clean.

When they arrived, his extended family scooped them up — including his favorite cousin, Nico — and took them to the house they’d be crashing at. Anthony dragged his sketchbooks along, full of designs for the clothing line he dreamed of launching someday. Fashion was his escape. His freedom.

The others were already getting ready to hit the pool, and after getting hassled enough, Anthony finally caved. He slipped on his trunks, tossed on some deodorant, and they headed out into the sticky Dominican heat.

The pool was packed. The air smelled like chlorine and sweat. They found a spot and Anthony quickly reapplied deodorant under his smooth, hairless pits, making sure he stayed fresh. Then he jumped in with the others, laughing, splashing, roughhousing — cannonballs, chicken fights, the whole deal.

Anthony climbed onto Nico’s shoulders, battling it out against another dude, when Nico lost balance and Anthony fell with a giant splash — drenching a big, mean-looking dude standing nearby.

Marcel.

Anthony’s heart dropped.

“Watch it, dumbass! Got me all wet!” Marcel barked, shoving Anthony lightly.

Nico tried to apologize, but Marcel cut him off. His eyes locked onto Anthony with a nasty smirk. “Long time no see, city boy. Figured you weren’t ever comin’ back."

Anthony shrugged. "Why you say that?"

Marcel laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair and exposing his thick, wet pit hair. The smell hit Anthony hard — a rank blast of oniony, musky BO.

"Because you escaped, bro. Now you think you’re some big-shot, huh?"

Anthony cringed at the stink radiating from Marcel. "No need to be jealous. Besides... I wish I could escape that funk."

Everyone around cracked up.

Marcel’s face twisted. "Oh yeah? Come here then, pretty boy."

Before Anthony could move, Marcel grabbed his head and shoved it straight into his armpit.

Anthony gagged, inhaling a lungful of raw, wet Dominican musk. He thrashed, feeling Marcel’s coarse pit hair scrape his face. Nico and the others pulled Marcel off, but Anthony stumbled away, eyes dazed, chest heaving.

"You good, cuz?" Nico asked, concerned.

Anthony wiped his face. "Yeah... I’m good. Let's just go."

Marcel called after him: "You can run, city boy — but you can't run from your roots!"

Back at the house, something was... wrong.

Anthony climbed the stairs, stripping off his wet clothes, ready to scrub every inch of himself clean. But as he peeled his shirt off, that smell — that smell — hit him again.

Except this time... it was coming from him.

He lifted an arm, sniffed cautiously — and almost staggered back. He smelled sweaty, ripe, feral. His smooth pits itched with growing stubble. His body felt... hotter, heavier.

He reached for his towel — then froze.

A dumb, heavy thought plopped into his brain: "Man... do I really need to shower?"

Anthony blinked, confused. He always showered after swimming. He hated feeling dirty. But as he hesitated, another thought, rougher, meaner, punched through: "Deodorant is for pussies. I ain’t no pussy."

Grinning dopily, Anthony lifted his arm and huffed his own stink. His dick twitched.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered, letting the towel drop. "Real men smell like this."

Downstairs, Nico called: "Yo! Dinner!"

Anthony threw on the same nasty socks he wore earlier and a pair of loose shorts, no underwear. His nuts itched like crazy, but he didn't care. He scratched shamelessly as he stumbled into the kitchen.

Nico wrinkled his nose. "Dude... you smell like the pool."

Anthony shrugged, scratching his sweaty junk under the table. "Nah, bro. Smell like a man."

Nico looked disgusted, but before he could reply, Anthony's guts rumbled. Pressure built in his belly.

The stupid voice in his head laughed: "Let it rip, cuh! Gas 'em good!"

Without a second thought, Anthony lifted one leg and let out the nastiest, juiciest fart of his life. BRRRAAAAPPPPPP.

Everyone recoiled, shouting and gagging.

"Dude, what the fuck!" Nico choked.

Anthony just grinned, scratching his sweaty pit. "Relax. Real men fart when they want."

He scarfed down the rest of his meal, burping loudly, then stumbled back upstairs, half-hard in his shorts.

In his room, the changes got worse.

Anthony stripped again, staring at himself in the mirror. His once-smooth pits were sprouting thick dark hairs. His legs and crotch itched fiercely — thick bushes of hair exploding across his skin.

He panicked, reaching for a razor.

But the voice oozed into his brain: "What you gonna shave for, ese? Ladies dig that jungle. It's sexy, it’s raw."

Anthony froze, trembling. "Makes me smell good... ladies like it?" he mumbled.

The voice laughed. "Hell yeah, bro. Big booty Latinas gonna love you."

"But... I’m gay," Anthony whispered, weakly.

"Nah, city boy. That city shit messed you up. You like pussy. You love pussy."

Anthony’s hand, almost without his control, slid down to his crotch. He scratched his sweaty balls, then sniffed his fingers. The stench blasted his brain. His knees buckled.

Images of tits, ass, twerking Latinas filled his head, drowning out everything else. His dick hardened, throbbing.

"Fuck..." he moaned.

The voice egged him on. "Go ahead, cuh. Stroke that shit. Smell yourself. Be a man."

Anthony gave in, fisting his fat brown cock. His whole body was reeking now — armpits, balls, feet, all fermenting in musky heat. His pubes spilled out of his shorts in a thick trail.

The more he stroked, the dumber he got — forgetting New York, his boyfriend, his fashion dreams. Only tits, ass, pussy mattered now.

With a guttural groan, Anthony shot fat ropes of cum across his hairy stomach and chest, gasping like an animal. The voice chuckled darkly: "Atta boy. Don’t even clean up. Rub that shit in. Lick it up."

And Anthony did — slathering his cum into his pits, licking it off his fingers, moaning like a whore before passing out naked and stinking.

The next morning, the new Anthony was born.

He stumbled downstairs in nothing but boxers, scratching his hairy nuts, burping. He grabbed a milk jug and chugged straight from it.

Nico stared at him, horrified.

"Uh... we're going back to the pool. You... wanna come?"

Anthony scratched his ass lazily. "Sure, I'll chill with you fags."

Nico’s jaw dropped. "Dude, what the hell happened to you?"

Anthony grinned wide, showing his teeth. His cock stiffened in his boxers, leaking pre down his thigh. Without shame, he pawed at it — when the voice came back and said Nut your smarts out big bro. And He nutted in his boxers, right there in front of Nico, terrified.

"Love you, cuz," Anthony said dumbly, licking his fingers.

At the pool... things got worse.

Anthony strutted around in loose shorts, freeballing. His fat dickhead poked out shamelessly.

Marcel found him. "Yo, fam! You feelin’ good today?"

Anthony laughed, brain fogged and stupid. "Fuck yeah, vato. Like a new man."

"Got a surprise for you, bro," Marcel said, throwing an arm around him. "Come on."

They disappeared into the locker stalls.

The final blow.

Marcel leaned close. "You got that voice in your head now, right?"

Anthony nodded dumbly.

"Good. That voice? That's me, cuh. When I shoved your face in my pit, I changed you. You my bro now. Forever. all of your old memories are gone. Now you want to live with your cuz Marcel and get fucked by him."

Anthony blinked, some small flicker of old memories fighting back.

"I dunno, man," Anthony muttered. "I got a life in New York... fashion... boyfriend... and I already have a cousin Nico your not my cuz..."

Marcel sneered. "Get on your knees."

Anthony obeyed without thinking.

Marcel pulled down his trunks, exposing his hairy ass. He let out a thunderous, wet fart — right in Anthony’s face.

Anthony inhaled instinctively.

The effect was instant.

All the old Anthony — dreams, memories, everything — melted away. Replaced with filthy, stinking, horny Dominican bro energy.

Anthony's nuts swelled with sticky cum he couldn’t get rid of fast enough. His skin roughened. Hair sprouted from every inch of him. His asshole grew a thick dark pelt. asshole tightening and his growing bubble but. both perfect but never would get used other than Marcel when he got freaky. His cock throbbed, dripping.

He moaned as Marcel jerked him off roughly — helping him bust the last of his old self away.

Anthony came hard, shooting over his stomach, his hairy pits, his own chest, groaning loudly. He smeared his cum like lotion into his skin.

Marcel clapped him on the back. "Welcome home, bro."

Nico walked in wanting to see what was up, and Anthony just grabbed his face and farted on em!

Marcel gave him a chest bump and together, they went to find some pussy, rip ass, and NOT use condoms.