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Kylo looked in the mirror, he admired the mass added by the stranger who moments ago moaned his name. Kylo had absorbed men before, he enjoyed adding them to his body and enhancing himself but he never really stopped and learned about his body. However, in the hotel mirror he glared as he noticed his skin was clearer and tighter than before, he seemed to have a glow about him that wasnāt present before the stranger was digested.
Kylo would play with his engorged cheeks a few hours more as he used the hotel room for his pleasure and as a safe space to digest his many meals of the night. He would check out of the room in the morning, his body changed and significantly bigger. The staff would find nothing of the man who checked in, only his suitcases, his clothes and toothbrush at the sink..oh and the credit card Kylo used to pay for the room.
Each question he asked was caught on camera, along with each answer you said out loud and proud. Your eyes followed the motions of his swirling ass cheeks, a hypnotic motion that sealed your fate. The snap of his fingers triggers your brain and you crawl over like a puppet until you are kneeling behind him with your nose nestled between his cheeks. You don't even need to be told what to do, you just do it like its natural. A wet fart splutters around the tip of your nose and you take a deep inhale, loud enough for the recording phone to pick up. Hasan keeps swirling his ass, your face following the motions as you take deep sniffs. He picks uo the phone and holds it over his shoulder to capture how your face was not just at his mercy, but in need of his ass. "When I show you this tomorrow morning you will never question my hypnotherapy abilities ever again! Now what do you say?" He shoots another fart up your more than willing nose. "Thank you Daddy Hasan for curing me!" You dart your eyes up to the camera before focusing back on his ass. "You're very welcome! I take great pleasure in fixing homophobic jerks and letting them fulfill their true purpose!"
"Listen up pledge! This is your final test to decide your future in the Fraternity. Normally it would be a simple ceremony and that would be you in. But since you went out a few weeks ago and drunkenly gambled your assigned frat brothers money away, he thought there should be consequences. One of us just spent the last week on a higher than healthy protein and fibre diet. Eight eggs a day, fibre bar at each meal, that kind of stuff. The other has had a clean diet with barely any gassy foods. You must choose to put your face in one of our asses to worship for the next couple of hours while being held in place by the other if needed. Its a 50/50 chance of being gassed into a deep sleep or having an easy clean ass takeout session. But hey, you are a gambling man! So get to betting!"
You stand staring as they lay on their stomachs waiting for you to decide, or more so "bet", on your evening ahead. Which do you choose, Chase on the left or Brandon on the right?
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When an A-List star refuses to bare his butt on camera, Wyatt and Preston, two hapless junior producers, search for the double-cheeked double to fill his place. Which struggling Hollywood newbie will fill in by showing off what fills out his pants?
"I just got off the phone with his agent. He's refusing to do the scene as written. Says we have to cut it," Preston said, plopping down in his chair at his shared desk.
"Actors, so dramatic. Did his agent say why?" Wyatt responded without even looking up from his phone.
"Something about an unflattering pap shot of him changing on the beach a couple years ago."
"Oh hahaha, yeah, I totally forgot about that. Didn't the tabloid run the photo right next to an ad for that butt-blasting workout class? Man, they're heartless," Wyatt said breathlessly between laughs.
"Yeah, which is why he isn't keen to have it photographed again," Preston said, a tinge annoyed. He couldn't believe how amused Wyatt had become.
"The irony is, if he had done that workout, this wouldn't be an issue."
"Wyatt! Not helpful."
"What? The class worked wonders for me."
"Yeah, I was there when you split your shorts at the company picnic in Griffith Park." The memory brought a small smirk to Preston's typically stern face.
"You signed an NDA!"
"Yeah, that you typed on your phone while waiting for an Uber with my hoodie tied around your waist." Wyatt's eyes went wide, a silent plea-- keep your voice down. "I hardly think that's legally binding; besides, bringing it up with you is hardly disclosing it."
"Oh, never mind! The higher-ups were adamant that the film needed rear male nudity if it had any hope of performing well with women ages 18-34 and gay guys ages 18-99."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but we're the most junior people on the producing staff. How is this our problem?"
"Maybe you forgot the only reason this movie has a headline-making star is because he was your freshman year roommate at USC. It's also the only reason they let us on the project in the first place. If we can't get a suitable double the picture's toast, and so are we."
"A double?"
"Yeah, since he doesn't want to show cheek, we have to get a double."
" A stunt butt," Wyatt said, pleased with himself.
Preston rolled his eyes. "Come on, I already emailed the casting director."
"Let's go peep some cheeks."
***
When they got to the casting office on the other side of the backlot, Preston and Wyatt were shocked to see the waiting room filled with a dozen young men. These guys all had no place to be on a Tuesday afternoon and a willingness to drop trou for total strangers. There's no place like Los Angeles.
"Gentlemen," Preston began, "thank you for getting here on such short notice. I know this doesn't feel particularly glamorous, but if one of you can help us out today, you will be saving our asses, pun intended." The expectant actors responded with tepid laughter.
"So the shot is very simple," Wyatt interjected. "Our leading man gets up out of bed, walks across the room to his discarded pants and underwear, and pulls them up. We'll give you some privacy to take off your pants and underwear, you'll take a seat on the prop bed, and then walk across the room and put your pants back on."
"Minimal hair or blemishes are fine today, hair and makeup will handle that on the day," Preston added. Two hairier guys exchanged crestfallen looks.
Over the next hour, they watched fifteen hopefuls attempt the simple scene. Never in their lives did Wyatt and Preston think they'd spend so much time appraising men's butts. But they still hadn't found the right one.
The Broadway chorus boy trying his luck in LA was too slender to believably be their star. The reality TV reject clearly spent a great deal of time at the squat rack, so much so that no one would believe that the star could hide that much ass under his pants in his clothed scenes.
Wyatt stifled his laughter when one auditioner revealed a smiley face tattooed on his left cheek. Preston sympathetically recommended his dermatologist to a gentleman with a particularly inflamed case of acne, you know where. "My agent didn't tell me what this audition was, I'm so sorry," he said as he got dressed.
"Call that doctor. Today. He's a miracle worker, truly." The actor looked appreciative; he'd be embarrassed if he saw the gagging faces Preston and Wyatt made after he left the room.
Before long, they were shocked by the next hopeful. He bent over to retrieve his pants in such a way that he flashed his hole to the camera. There's no editing around that. Finding the right double was going to be harder than they thought.
"This is taking too long," Wyatt grumbled.
"It's not like I'm enjoying this," Preston said through gritted teeth. Their most recent auditionee had just finished zipping his fly and turned to face the producing team, flashing his megawatt smile.
"I'm willing to wax for the role," he said too enthusiastically.
"Yes, we heard you the first time. Thank you," Wyatt cooed sarcastically.
"I went to Juilliard," the actor grumbled under his breath on his way out the door.
"I'm gonna speed this up," Wyatt said, shooting up from behind the folding table. He stuck his head out the door into the waiting room. "Can everyone who's still waiting come in here?"
The seven remaining guys filed into the audition room.
"What are you doing?" Preston whispered to his partner.
"If you want to stay here all day and ogle dude ass, be my guest, but I'm ready to get the fuck out of here and wash my eyes out."
"Point taken, you lead the way."
"Ok guys, sorry for the long wait," Wyatt began. "We're just going to check and see if any of you have the right look before we make you act out the whole scene. If you guys could just ditch your shirts and pants, feel free to leave your undies on. Once you're all stripped, I'll have you roll your shorts down, and we'll go from there."
Some of the actors seemed a bit uncomfortable stripping down in front of their competition, but this likely wasn't the craziest request from a casting director they had received this week. In no time, all the remaining guys were standing in a line in just their underwear.
"Ok, face the wall." They all turned around. "Now roll down your shorts just below the cheeks. Perfect." Wyatt stood up from behind the table and began pacing up and down the line. "Now, this is nothing personal, we're just trying to see who is the best match, please don't take offense to anything I'm about to say." It was minute, but Preston could see each guy's cheeks clench slightly with anticipation. His own cheeks clenched reflexively, bracing himself for whatever Wyatt might say.
"Too pale, too flabby, too flat, too wide, too hairy, too many freckles, too saggy." In an instant, Wyatt had dismissed all of the remaining options. The guys, blushing, dressed quickly, and were out the door even faster.
"Wyatt, those were the last people casting sent. None of them was good enough?"
"P, I'm sorry, they just weren't right."
"What are we going to do? They're shooting this scene in three days."
"Let me call casting and see if they can send anyone else tomorrow. Shit, my phone is dying." Wyatt crossed the room, searching for an outlet. He found one on the other side of the room, just a foot above the floor. As Wyatt bent down to plug in his charger, he struggled to get it into the socket. He moved back and forth slightly as he jimmied it in.
On the opposite side of the room, Preston soaked in the view of his partner bent over. Wyatt's butt filled the back of his chinos exceptionally well. It wasn't so big as to be imposing, but also wasn't small or flat in any way. It was...perfect.
"Wyatt, I have an idea." The young producer whipped his head around to look at his co-producer. Confused by his wordless grin. Then it dawned on him.
"No. No. Absolutely not."
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"Can we get the double on set for the insert shot?" the assistant director's words crackled through the production assistant's walkie-talkie.
Wyatt was in the hair and makeup trailer, sitting backward in the makeup chair. An assistant MUA had Wyatt's robe hiked up above his waist to apply a generous amount of powder to each cheek. Wyatt's face burned with a red-hot blush. Preston sat in the makeup chair opposite him, surpassing a smile.
"We need a few more minutes and some more powder," the makeup artist said into the radio before exiting the trailer.
"We couldn't even get a hot makeup artist?" Wyatt lamented to his partner.
"I think he's quite fetching," Preston quipped.
"Oh, you're loving this."
"Well, you said it yourself, the butt blasting class worked miracles." Wyatt suddenly remembered that he was still exposed and went to pull down his robe to protect his rump from his buddy's prying eyes.
"Uh-uh, you'll mess it up, keep that there," the makeup artist said, smacking Wyatt's hand. Wyatt pouted like a scolded puppy. With a couple more strokes of the brush, the makeup artist was satisfied with his work. "That's as good as I can get it."
"Thanks," Wyatt said wryly.
"Will you hold up the back of his robe so the makeup doesn't smudge?"
"Me?" Preston asked incredulously.
"Who else is here? Try not to touch the cheeks too much, you'll smudge him."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Preston grumbled.
The walk from the makeup trailer to set was brief, yet mortifying. The early call time meant that the typical Southern California heat had yet to set in. Wyatt was practically shivering in nothing but a thin robe. With Preston holding the back of the robe like the world's strangest train bearer, the two had to walk in clipped, small steps. They looked ridiculous.
At one point, Wyatt stopped suddenly to dodge a careening golf cart, forcing Preston to bump into him, getting a handful of cheek in the process.
"Preston, this is absurd!"
"I know Wy, but it's an insert shot. Most of the crew has gone home for the day. We should be done in less than an hour. Easy."
"Maybe you're right."
Preston could not have been more wrong. The set was bustling when they entered the sound stage. When the star of the film found out that his old college buddy was serving as his double, he found the story too funny not to tell. Now, the A-Lister and the entire producing staff were on set, ready to see Wyatt's booty debut.
All the color drained from Wyatt's face when he saw two dozen producers and studio executives huddled around the monitor in video village. They were all about to see his bare butt in 4K.
The executive producer. who knew both Preston and Wyatt since childhood and who they had interned under, flashed a megawatt smile at the two junior producers. "Wyatt, wait to be resourceful. You've got a future in this."
"Thanks, chief," Wyatt stuttered. Preston was still awkwardly shadowing him with the robe hiked up in the air. Wyatt looked down to confirm that everything up front was still covered. "I thought it would be more of a closed set for such an intimate scene," Wyatt mused, frustrated by how much his voice betrayed his anxiety.
"Maybe for J Law or Scar Jo, but not for a butt double, least of all a guy butt double." He laughed. You're not nervous, are you?" Wyatt failed to meet his superior's gaze. The older producer let out a mischievous chuckle. "If I remember correctly, your old man shelled out a pretty penny to the LAPD to get a public indecency charge for streaking wiped off your record."
"You know about that?"
"Hell yeah, I know about that! It was the talk of boardrooms from Studio City to Burbank for six months. Just think of it like that day. You weren't too embarrassed then, were you?"
Wyatt was embarrassed back then; it wasn't so much a purposeful streak as it was a skinny-dipping-clothes-stolen situation, but the point was well taken. "Listen, kid, plenty of producers show their ass every day in this town. You're just putting a finer point on it. You should be proud."
The producer moved to give Wyatt an atta-boy slap on the ass but noticed Preston still awkwardly standing there holding the robe. The producer pivoted to a more reassuring there there pat on the top of Wyatt's cheeks over the robe. He gave a thumbs-up to Preston. "Good on you, Preston, way to be a buddy."
"Now, Wyatt, will you go flash your ass, so us guys can have a good laugh and the crew can get home before we have to start paying them overtime."
I'm so sore, I hit such a good arm day a couple nights ago. It feels perfect. It feels correct. My muscles yearn to be ripped apart and reformed over and over and over again. Every hairy crack and pit needs to get rank and wet with the foul musk of a working man. Every cell in my brain needs to malfunction and give up because I'm lifting too heavy instead of reading a book or jerking to bit titties instead of fingering my hole to cock. The more I post on tumblr, the stronger these urges get. It feels so correct to give into them. You should try it bro, I got a dumbbell right here for you to corrupt that tiny fag bicep with, go ahead, it feels good.
You used to be a bottom, then a guy with a round bouncy bubble butt showed you how good it feels to stick your dick in something
You used to be a sub, then a dude with a musky leather jacket and a doe-eyed side piece showed you how good it feels to dominate.
You used to be a fag, then a man with biceps bigger than your skull and four wives showed you how good it feels to pound pussy.
You used to wear deodorant and cologne, then a bro with an allegation and size 14 feet taught you that when you smell like a man, your stink fogs over your anxieties.
You used to shave yourself smooth, then a bro with wild pits and olive oil in his hair showed you how the hair traps the musk and hides your imperfections, not that you have any you beast.
You used to go to university, then a gym rat with loud flip-flops and a muscle shirt with sleeve holes cut down to his waist taught you how the ache in your muscles after a heavy workout is much more satisfying then the ache in your brain during a test.
You used to be a leftist, then a deep-voiced alpha with a bright hat and a thick beard taught you that you're a male, you were born to rule.
You used to love your girlfriend, then all your bros made you remember women exist to impregnated and raise your spawn, not loved, and you can get all the attention you need from a good brojob and a chest day.
Finally, you used to be a person, then you looked in the mirror and what cockily grinned back can only be described as an ape. You flexed your hulking arm, the jungle of pit hair beneath wafting the stench of perfection over your stupid breeder brain. You fumbled with your phone, your fingers too thick and calloused to operate it, to see a text from Jake,
2 wombs ovr here need seed bro cum hlp
You grunted out an animalistic snort, your thick meat pulsing a little in your commando athletic shorts (all you wear when you need clothes) and loped out the door, your wide feet slapping the ground hard with each step.
I want nothing more in life than to be a dumb, carefree, slobby skater boy. Staying out with my friends smoking weed and skating for hours, not caring how I end up smelling. Living off of cheap greasy fast food and find farting in public where other people can smell it to be the funniest joke I know. Never amounting to more than a cute fuck who grosses you out
You sat on the park bench staring at the skate park just a few hundred yards away from you. Filled with envy as you watched all the dudes skating around with their bros, farting and burping non stop whilst having the time of their lives. You wished you couldāve experienced a life like that but instead you were thrown into your family business at 18 and have been stuck there for the past 20 years. You woke up every morning immediately going to work and by the time you were done the sun was staring to set. You felt trapped in the boring office lifestyle.
Your day off usually included going for a walk but never towards the skate park. You felt drawn here today but all it did was disappoint you as it felt like it was a way of the universe flaunting you with what you didnāt have. As you sat at the bench you looked down to the side and saw a black bat left behind. It looked like it had been soaked in sweat and worn a lot. You picked it up and examined it. A black cap with red embellishment that stunk of sweat covered by cans of Axe body spray. You donāt know why but you felt inclined to but the hat on.
You slid the hat onto your head immediately finding yourself in a completely different location. You looked down to see a skateboard in your hand, something youād never owned let alone held. You quickly looked up to see a bunch of dudes aged 18-20 around you. You didnāt know why you were hear but you knew that it felt right. You suddenly felt a rumbling in your stomach before lifting your leg and *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT* letting out a massive 12 second fart smelling of cheap booze and greasy food.
Your mates yelling at you with awe of how amazing that last fart was, but your stomach disagreeing by continuing to release tiny but deadly farts every few seconds. You leaned over still not fully aware what had changed and why you donāt remember where or who you were but only that you belonged. You looked over at your mates before letting out one last *BRAPPPPPPPP*
āOye bruvs I think I just shit myselfā before grabbing your board and running to the nearest McDonaldās, a place the old you wouldnāt dare to visit. But the new you had no recollection of that life. You sprinted to the toilet letting out gnarly ass bombs on the way, leaving your skateboard out side as you sat on the toilet. Yoh pulls out your phone whilst you shit and started taking photos to send to your mates. Showing off your stinky new feet and fart videos. You couldnāt remember anything but knew this was your new life.
You left the McDonaldās with toilet paper stuck to your shoes as you headed towards your new home completely forgetting about your previous life. The skateboard left forgotten outside the shop faintly starting to flow, ready to transform its next victim into a hot gassy bro.
You sat in your house immediacy opening up a hidden compartment and pulling out your bong. You took a hit something you were unsure how you knew how to do but still were able to. You lifted your leg letting out a room filling fart that caused you to relase a deep chuckle. You called your mates telling em to come home and smoke and jerk off after theyāre done skating. While you waited you walked over to the shower and threw your dirty trousers into the tub. You werenāt exactly sure what the shower was when youād rented the condo but assumed it was just a glorified laundry basket. You waited on the cum stained couch sniffing your armpits and feet enjoying your new life of a jobless 20 year old alpha. All you had to do was make faggots submit your you online. You enjoyed how easy your life was and wouldnāt change a bloody thing
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Awwww fuck it's happening again. Where the pussy at my monster is hungry. The faster I can impregnate, the faster I get to move on to the next cunt, the faster the ape instincts take over for good and that fag is gone. Where's my first victim?
You know I have a lot of depression and anxiety both about the world and my life . I sure wish I had an easy and carefree life where I didnāt have any worries and couldnāt think at all.
Huhuhu, yeah bro. I don't get what those big words you said at the beginning are, but having it easy and carefree is where its at! Who wants to think about sad shit when you can be young, dumb, and full of cum?! Huhuhuhu Fuck yeah bro.
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Saw a shooting star and just wish I could be a confident strong man's man. My siblings see me as a wuss and all the guys at my college walk all over me. I just wish for a change
Itās time to thank your lucky stars because it looks like your wish came true! Youāre not sure how it happened, but the day after you made that wish, you woke up in the body of a muscular, macho, manly man of a man! Your younger brothers, who used to mock you, now look up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and the college jocks who used to bully you now follow you with a mindless, feverish loyalty. It seems your wish to be a āmanās manā may have been taken a little to literally, because you are definitely gay now, but on the bright side you have twinks literally throwing themselves at you, so youāre getting a lot more tail than before
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I love my boyfriend so much he is so sensible and so nerdy and so cute, so when he was forced to move out into his straight dumb jock big brother's frat house, I was very sad. What's worse is that he moved out last week and he hasn't replied since he arrived there, I hope they are getting along and he is not getting bullied. Should I visit?
You canāt seem to find your boyfriend anywhere! Itās been a week and you havenāt heard anything from him since he moved into his brothers frat house. You went over to visit, but his brother said he hadnāt seen him for a while. Or, brothers, I should say. You had no idea that your boyfriendās older brother Chad had a twin named Brad, but your boyfriend never liked to talk about his family, so that wasnāt that surprising. Chad and Brad were surprisingly nice too. They saw how depressed you were and invited you to drink with them. Itās good beer too. Makes you feel all warm and dizzy insideā¦ makes you forget your troublesā¦ make you forgetā¦. Forgetā¦.
Huhuhuhuhu
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Me and my husband just bought an amazing house that we somehow managed to afford, just when we were unpacking, the hottest suburban preppy muscle daddy and his gorgeous hunky preppy son appeared at our door welcoming us and offering some help, so while we are doing stuff the son is really excited for some reason to help my husband while Iām with the dad talking which is weird because it would be the other way around as Iām the younger and more chaotic of the couple.
You weren't expecting the rich hunk next door and his frat boy son to suddenly burst in on you and your husband well you were unpacking, but you figured that maybe this was one of those neighborhoods where people felt comfortable entering someone elses house. You had always lived in cities, where that kind of behavior would get someone shot, but you knew that some more traditional towns worked like that, and Befton was definitely a more traditional town. All your friends back in the city said the guys in Befton, or as they jokingly called it Beef-Ton, were big, rich, traditional, and homophobic, so you had been somewhat worried that the two muscular strangers who had come over were going to run you out of town or something, but they were surprisingly nice. The frat boy, whose name you learned was Sterling, quickly got into a conversation with your boyfriend, who smiled politely as the jock talked about the upcoming football season, well you and his dad, Preston, got to know each other.
As the two of you talked, you could feel your attention drift off. You didn't want to be rude, but you couldn't keep your eyes off Preston. His expensive, showy clothing, his perfect tan, his toned musclesā¦. something about them spoke to you. Something about him, about his pressence, made you feelā¦ wrong. Like you were wrong. You weren't supposed to be like you had always been. You had to beā¦ like him. You felt your body tense as lean muscles appeared across your body, pushing against the fine fabric of an expensive polo you hadn't been wearing before. You grinned at Preston, a charming, plastic grin that felt so perfect on your now flawless face, before looking out the window. One of the reasons you had moved to Befton was the beautiful beaches, and it looked like your son Ambrose and his new friend were already enjoying the sun. You knew he'd fit right in at his new college. Everyone who moved into Befton fit was a perfect fit after all. Everything was perfect. it had to be.
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Some days like this I wish I humored order and structure to my life so I could become not only successful but powerful and elite. I also hate how alone I am feeling lately and would love to be surrounded by other people who not only enjoyed my company but could help make me the best me I could be. I just recently got an ad in the mail for Preppy-Tory Academy that basically promised it can help make friends and fix my broken life I just attend one of their seminars. I really hope they can help me become my best self.
Welcome to Preppy-Tory Academy, a specialized school for turning regular joe-shmoes into true elites. See, these days the read men of the world are harder to find than ever, so instead of trying to hang on to the few true elites in the world, we just make more! Soon you'll have rippling muscles, a cocky smirk, and expensive clothing you only wear to show off your sculpted body and audacious wealth. Welcome to a life of looking down on people and partying with your fellow beautiful rich people. I'm sure you'll love it
Hey, does anyone in this sub have any experience reverting bodily modification spells? I called some girl at the bar a fugly bitch and said that I was way out of her league, so she cast some spells and now Iām some kind of freaky manslut. I grew to 6ā4 and my muscles are now fucking huge, I could probably crush some heads with my biceps and probably some melons with my thighs. My cock is now freakishly large and Iām so so so so FUCKING horny all the time I canāt even think straight, probably because she made me gay too. No guy can take this log without going to the ER so I just have to jerk it hourly. Every piece of clothing I wear now is either super short of super tight, so I just look like an attention whore all the time. Need help ASAP, if not to reverse the changes just to milk my dick. THX in advance
āDamn it, Simon. Pull up your shorts!ā I yell at my boyfriend from the back of the Uber. I knew those pills he bought from that shady website would have negative side effects, I just didnāt expect this. Heās been horny all day, and even his body started to change. He fucked me raw like three times before we left our apartment, and now he wants to fool around in the back of the Uber? I hope I donāt get kicked off the appā¦
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The handyman I called turned out to be super hawt...but I total MAGA douche! He sneered at my Progress flag as he walked in and got to work, glancing at me with a look of smug disdain like he was certain of something. I tried to leave him be and just ignore him while he worked but kept sneaking looks at his large arms and broad shoulders, that stupid hat almost made him hotter.
"Are you gonna keep gawking, fag?" He said without looking back
"Huh... wha-what did you call me" I said trying to sound not intimidated
He looks at me, adjusting his maga hat and lowers his voice to rumbly bass that makes my knees weak. "I said are ya just gonna keep looking, you pathetic beta fag! Do you gotta problem with me wearing this? Or can you fags just not resist perving on real men?"
"No- I mean- I... Um.." I couldn't help it as my face flushed with embarrassment and arousal
"Just like I thought, ya ain't the first bitch to go into heat at the site of me. I'll give ya a deal, you pay me double, go buy me some beers and after I'm done I'll let you lick my boots clean. Maybe more if you obey good enough heh, what do ya say fag?"
"....Deal!" I giggle as I grab my keys, ready to get him whatever he wants
Soā¦ Just thought I'd start streaming stuff online and get a good community built for me to enjoy ya know? Drawing and gaming and all that cool streamer, right chat?
Eh? Filter extension to let me be someone else on stream, and there's settings on it? Might as well make a splash for a first impression so I ticked the Jock and Biker options and let the camera roll..
"Sup Chat! Welcome to the Alpha Zone! Today I'm gonna be showing you guys how to get bitches and twinks weak in the knees with only your body and your badass self~"
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Heya. So I've been with a friend today and we made up a bet: depending on who won the world cup today, we would transform into someone of that Nationality. I was rooting for Argentina and when if they lost i would become a spaniard. My friend pinned me down on the floor and forced me to drink a mysterious liquid, am I going to be ok?ā¦ and why does he look so hot all of a sudden?
It turns out, your friend was far more invested in that bet than he ever admitted. You're a Spaniard alright (Congrats to Spain for the win!) But you're also gay, slutty, and completely in love with your former best friend. If it helps, your friend was probably going to make you drink the potion no matter what. but hey, at least you got some muscles and a boyfriend out of the deal
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My bf and I got invited to a "special party" as the very cute guy who invited us said in a town called Maxford for whatever reason it is but we love partying so whatever. Anyways, I normally take a while to get prepared so my bf went before me to see what it has to offer but its been a while since he responded, Im sure he is just having some fun waiting for me.
You groaned as you looked at your phone. Another weird, douchey text from some dumb jock whose number had somehow gotten mixed up with your boyfriends. You had to wonder if someone at the party had taken his phone and was sending this stuff as a prank. You just hoped your boyfriend was ok, since he had a habit of getting a little too drunk at these things. Hopefully he-
-was already chatting up some primo pussy. Your bro might be a sloppy drunk who was blowing up your phone, but goddamn he was a good wingman. By the end of the night, both of you were gonna have bitches riding your cocks, you just knew it.
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I got bored one day and saw a big alpha male dude bullying some hairy overweight dude. I decided to āmind my own businessā by walking past by and swipe data cards from both men. Inserting both card in my phone, I decided to take all the bully size, muscle and masculinity and compressed into a file then send to the other guy. Itās fun seeing the āalphaā completely confused as his clothes fall off and he the same height as the man he bully. Now the real fun begins when I unzip the file into the hairy overweight dude.
I have literally no idea how you were able to use these guys phones to literally hack their reality, but I have to admit, I love seeing some muscle stealing justice out there. I bet that formerly overweight guy is going to be very grateful~
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You made me a good dad one time so Iām wondering what I would be like as a douchey dead beat dad instead.
You actually want to be a bad dad? I know variety is the spice of life, but I feel kind of bad for the kids involved. Guess I can always turn you back later, or give them a different dad. So, letās get into this!
Welcome to the new you. Youāre beefy, crude, and a total douchebag. The kind of guy who will give a girl the most amazing, sex filled night of her life, and the kick her out in the morning. Itās honestly a shock youāve only managed to knock up three girls, but I guess the number doesnāt matter since youāre not in their lives anyways. After all, why would you wanna be a dad when you can be a fucking daddy?~
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My bf is transparently still hung up on his ex, and it's hard to blame them. I'm a skinny mid-30s blonde guy and they are both outgoing in-shape hunksā¦ were it not that one is Latino and the other Asian you'd easily believe they are brothers. Hell I'd be hung up on my ex if he looked like either of them. Still, it sucks to be me in all this. Can you help me out?
So, the bad news is that your boyfriend did get back together with his ex. The good news is that so did you. Your new muscles and cock make you so horny your boyfriend canāt handle it all on your own, so now youāre all in a polycule. Have fun having the body of a god and two boyfriends who you love beyond belief!
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Hey guys! Hope you like another round of short discord tfs! I've had a lot of fun writing them, and they're great for staying in practice when I'm too busy for a longer story. Speaking of which, I'm going to have a pretty busy few weeks coming up, so don't be alarmed if I become less active. Keep an eye out for upcoming stories, and have fun!
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