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Bruce wasn't too keen on the new arboretum that had opened up seemingly overnight. It had Poison Ivy written all over it, but unfortunately, none of her tell-tale signs were there. He decided to go undercover as Bruce Wayne and check out the arboretum and see if he could find anything amiss. He did decide to go along, as to not arouse any suspicion by bringing a young adult with him on what was supposed to be mostly a business trip.

Bruce soon arrived at the arboretum and was let inside. The staff at the front seemed to be there of their own volition, and there were no signs of Poison Ivy's involvement thus far. The Batman did have to listen to a spiel before he was allowed to roam around fully, though. It was mostly about plants Bruce had heard of before, but one specifically caught his attention. He didn't recognize the name of the plant, and he was surprised it was even allowed to be grown in the arboretum when the worker said that its pollen was highly addicting and life-changing.

Naturally, Bruce went straight for this flower he didn't know anything about, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted. Yes, it was true that she was the one behind this arboretum, but did everything in her power to not make it appear that way. She had wanted Batman to investigate and fall for her trap, but it was actually easier to ensnare Bruce Wayne. Pamela had heard the rumors in the criminal underground that the billionaire and Batman were one and the same. Even if that weren't true, her plan would still affect a multi-billionaire quite harshly.

Bruce arrived at the flower, which outwardly looked quite innocuous. Once he made sure no one was around and was looking at him, he leaned in closer and decided to yank it out of the soil. He normally wouldn't have done such a thing, but it was a matter of public safety. However, before it could be yanked out, Poison Ivy activated a release mechanism and what Bruce assumed to be pollen was sprayed all over his face. Even Batman couldn't help but accidentally breathe some of the "pollen" in, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted, especially if Bruce and Batman were the same person.

After being sprayed with the pollen, Bruce quickly made his way back to the Batcave, where he could run some tests on the pollen that was indiscriminately sprayed on him. Both Alfred and Damien were in the Batcave when the Caped Crusader arrived.

"How was the trip to the arboretum, Master Bruce?"

"Yeah, dad, are we gonna fight Poison Ivy any time soon?"

"I was sprayed with some sort of pollen. I need to run some tests to determine what it is."

"I'll get right on that, Master Bruce."

"Fuck, Dad, I really wanted to tussle with Poison Ivy today!" Damien stormed off to his room as Alfred and Bruce began running the tests. Test after test turned out to be inconclusive or negative, and Bruce ran through a litany of plants, including some that weren't even native to Earth. It was well after midnight of the day that Bruce visited the arboretum that he decided to call it a night.

"Thank you, Alfred, you can go to bed now. I've pretty much exhausted all of the flora I can think of. I can run any additional tests that might come up myself."

"As you wish, Master Bruce. And thank you," Alfred muttered under his breath. He was a bit old, after all, and did need his sleep. Bruce ran a few more tests himself using some obscure and extinct flora as well, before finally calling it a night as well. The "pollen" was set to take affect once Bruce went into REM sleep. The Batman woke up the next morning, and within seconds, immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly found the closest mirror and confirmed it.

Bruce Wayne was now a blonde. He quickly made his way to the Batcave and ran a few tests on his hair follicles. It shouldn't have been possible, but he was now somehow a natural blonde. Bruce being Batman, he of course realized that the "pollen" from yesterday had caused this change, but even he wasn't sure how. No pollen, or really any natural substance that he knew of fundamentally changed DNA in such a specific way. Bruce was unfortunately soon called away on a Justice League situation and couldn't run additional tests, lest he let Alfred in on his hair color secret. Thankfully, his cowl completely covered his hair, so there were no questions from Clark, Diana, or the rest of the team as they solved the situation at hand.

One thing Bruce did notice throughout the mission was that his muscles seemed to ache with every passing second. Even someone like Bruce wasn't immune to muscle aches and pains, but it seemingly lasted the entire day. There was nothing Bruce could do about it, and he was surprised that he was still able to function by the end of the mission, considering just how bad it had gotten. Once he was back in the Batcave, he ran some additional tests, not even bothering to figure out the cause of his newly-blonde hair.

The results came back, and they were quite surprising. Bruce had actually gained a fair amount of muscle all over his body over the course of the day. He knew that it wasn't completely impossible to do; the pollen might have had Bane's venom mixed in or some other muscle growth substance involved. He ran even more tests on the pollen, but it all came back inconclusive or negative. So far his symptoms were being blonde and muscle growth, but not even Batman could put two and two together over what was happening to him. He finally went to bed, and fell into REM sleep fairly quickly, causing one of the last changes to take effect.

Bruce woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom to piss. After he did so, he played with his impressive eleven-inch cock for a few minutes and admired his appearance in the mirror. "I'm, like, so fuckin' hot, teeheehee!" It wasn't long before Batman blew his load all over the sink, and he didn't even bother to clean it up before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Master..." Alfred didn't finish his sentence, dropping the food he was holding as he was shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Like, hi, Alfred, teeheehee! What's for, like, breakfast?" Bruce asked, plopping his nude muscular body down at the dining room table.

"Oh, uh, Master Bruce, is everything, um, alright?" Alfred asked, clearly asking a rhetorical question. He pressed a button and Damien soon appeared in the dining room, just as shocked as Alfred was. However, the young crimefighter had an explanation for this.

"Alfred, I think I know just what this might be. I've read some stories about it, erotica really, but I think Bruce was somehow infected by real-life himbo powder!"

"And himbos are the male equivalent of the reductive term 'bimbo', correct?"

"Yeah, and unfortunately Dad has all of the tell-tale signs of being a himbo, especially in the stories I've read. He's a dumb muscular blonde now."

"And what about a cure, Master Damian, if there is one?"

"Uh, I've never read a story where becoming a himbo was cured."

"Like, you look hot, teeheehee!" Bruce said, standing up and feeling up Damien's body, since he was only in his underwear, wanting to answer Alfred's call ASAP. Damien had a surprisingly strong right hook and knocked Bruce out, at least for a couple minutes.

"I feared that might be the case," Alfred said. "Help me get Master Bruce to the Batcave. It's our turn to run some tests." Bruce was able to be brought to the Batcave and securely bound before he woke up. Clark, Diana, and the rest of the Justice League were called in as backup. They all hated seeing Bruce as a himbo, especially his intelligence had precipitously dropped. For someone like Bruce, it didn't drop as far as it would have with an average Joe, but it was still humiliating to see Bruce like this. The whole team worked for two days straight, but in the end, they couldn't come up with anything to reverse the effects of the himbo powder.

Certainly a longer one but I personally had fun with this! Made some creative choices that differ only somewhat from the initial request. Enjoy!

I enjoy mornings like this now even more. Sipping on my coffee, lounging around, feeling my throbbing cock against my thigh. Fuck... Look at that thing.

It’s been so much quieter in the house. That was maybe one of the first things I noticed, and god, it's peaceful. No heavy footsteps on the stairs, no slammed doors, no attitude.

"Look at you." I can't help but appreciate the sight of my fat cock resting against my thigh, "Fuck..."

I shift my weight in the leather chair, and the tight spandex pinches just right, sending a white-hot jolt straight up my spine.

"God, yes," I mutter, my hand dropping naturally down to wrap around the thick, hot base.

My dick twitches instantly beneath my palm, lengthening and swelling with a heavy throb as clear pre-cum slips from the slit to smear against my thigh.

"Still leaking?" I chuckle, giving my thick shaft a slow, firm squeeze. "You can't even wait five minutes, can you?"

My cock responds with another hard pulse, swelling thicker in my fist as if drinking in the praise.

"I never thought..." I breathe out, my eyes rolling back as I stroke myself once, twice, feeling the heavy, slick slide of skin, "...I'd ever be this lucky. I never thought I'd have a piece of meat this big just waiting to be played with every single day."

I pump a little faster, letting out a sharp groan as my hips buck. The tight fabric strains against the impossible size of my dick, leaking more and more with every stroke.

"That's it," I whisper, teasing the swollen head with my thumb, "Just... just like that..."

It's hard to remember now, looking back, that my cock used to be a person who walked through that front door like he owned the place.

I can still picture the moment he walked through that front door for summer break, dropping his duffel bag by the coat rack with a careless thud. Twenty-one, broad-shouldered, and entirely wrapped up in his phone screen.

"Hey, Mark," he snapped out, flat and dismissive.

Always Mark. A reminder that I wasn't his father. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he’d just roll his eyes, flash a cold smirk, and brush past me like a piece of cheap furniture, too busy texting his frat buddies to notice the guy paying the mortgage.

"Hey Leo, good drive?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine," he muttered, "Gotta unpack. Meeting some of the guys in twenty."

"Right," I said smoothly, my blood simmering. "My mistake. Go unpack. Wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting."

He rolled his eyes, clearly dismissing me, "Whatever. See ya later."

"Take your time," I murmured, watching him take the stairs two at a time, "We've got all summer to catch up."

He had no idea. He just thought he was home to ignore me for three months straight, totally oblivious to the Reclaiming Program pamphlet locked in my desk drawer.

I had wanted a real connection with him, back at the start. He'd get back from football practice and I'd think about my glory days. How we shared a love for the game, how we could have bonded over weights and old football highlights like real father and son. But he had zero interest in any of it. Just the guy whose money paid the bills while he lived his golden life.

But then one today, one of my old teammates mentioned the Reclaiming Program and all its promises: surging testosterone, explosive muscle development, relentless morning wood, and leaving the humiliating days of needing Viagra in the past forever. "Turn your useless son into your cock"- what a concept, right? At first I doubted it. But then, when Mikey showed up with the proof between his legs, I relented. Still, I wasn't sure it would work given Leo was just a stepson with no shared blood.

But I figured it would be worth a try...

A few days into his break, the screen door slammed shut as my step-son walked in from throwing the pigskin with some of his old high school buddies.

"Christ, it's hot out," Leo panted, dropping his cleats by the door, flushed and sweating.

I was already waiting at the counter, swirling the heavy blender pitcher.

"Rough afternoon?" I asked smoothly, pouring the shake into a tall glass.

"Felt like my arm was dead by the third route," he groaned, practically snatching it from my hand and chugging it, "Huh, this tastes good. What's in it?"

"Just a special blend of amino acids and protein," I replied, keeping my face entirely neutral as I watched him swallow the Reclaiming Protocol's special blend. "Thought you could use the edge."

Leo paused for a moment and smiled, "Thanks, Mark. I appreciate it."

Over the next few days, the routine settled into something dangerously smooth. Every afternoon after Leo came back, I'd have a shake waiting for him. I was wiping down the kitchen counter one evening when Leo wandered in, running a hand worriedly through his thick hair.

"Hey, Mark," he muttered, frowning slightly as a few stray strands came loose between his fingers. "Random question… when do guys usually start losing their hair?"

"I wouldn't worry about a few strays." I smiled.

"Yeah... I guess you're right."

Later, while Leo was out with his friends that week, I slipped into the upstairs bathroom and swapped his standard body wash with the thick, pheromone-heavy transdermal blend from the Reclaiming kit. Not long after, he returned him- his heavy footsteps trudged up the stairs. The bathroom door clicked shut, and the muffled hiss of the shower started up.

I lingered in the hallway downstairs, waiting, listening. At first, there was just the sound of water drumming against the tiles. Then...

"Ahhhh... fuck..."

I paused, leaning slightly toward the stairwell. The transdermal compounds were hitting his skin, over-sensitizing every nerve ending.

"God... what is... ahhh..."

A high, pathetic moan slipped past his lips, completely unlike his guarded, masculine tone.

"Mmm... fuck...no, I feel..." Leo whimpered aloud to the empty bathroom, his voice trembling as the suds worked deeper into his pores. Turning his skin into sensitive cock flesh. "Why does it feel like... oh god..."

Down in the hallway, I smiled.

"Everything alright up there, Leo?" I called out smoothly.

Silence hung heavy from the bathroom for a second, followed by a frantic, breathless scramble of water and a desperate, whimpering groan that he tried... and failed... to swallow down.

By the weekend, I noticed his desire to be anywhere away from me was fading. He'd follow me room to room, sit and watch TV with me... even ignored calls from his buddies.

It all culminated one humid Tuesday morning. I came down the stairs in just a loose t-shirt and boxers, grabbing my coffee mug from the counter. I noticed Leo sitting at the kitchen table, staring. His eyes locked downward, devouring the heavy, obvious bulge in my thin cotton of my boxers.

I paused, leaning casually against the counter. "Like what you see?"

Leo snapped out of it, his face flushing crimson as he stammered, caught completely red-handed. "Yes... yes, sir."

The words slipped out of his mouth before he could catch them. God, do you know how good that sounded coming from him? After all these years of him being an arrogant dumbass?

He of course, froze. Staring at me with wide, terrified eyes, horrified by his own slip of the tongue. I just held his gaze and grinned.

Later that afternoon, the cracks in his composure showed again. Passing by his half-open bedroom door upstairs, I heard him.

"No, you're not listening to me!" Leo snapped into the phone, his voice tight with rising panic. "I'm telling you, it's not just stress! My hair is literally coming out in clumps, man! And I couldn't even finish three reps on the bench today, my arms feel useless. Something is seriously wrong with me!"

I stopped in the hallway, listening to the helpless frustration in his tone, smiling to myself. He could panic to his friends all he wanted. It wasn't going to change anything.

I guess I didn't realize how far it would go until two days later. He never seemed to wear a shirt anymore, muttering about how uncomfortable clothing felt against his sensitive skin. But with that, I could see exactly what was happening to him. The muscle wasting was more clear than ever now. But that wasn't what caught me by surprise.

I had tossed my damp, heavy gym towel onto the edge of my bed before heading down to shower. When I walked back into my room to grab a fresh shirt, I caught him.

Leo was standing right in the middle of my room. Eyes glazed over as he clutched my sweaty gym towel in both hands, buried face-first into the fabric, greedily inhaling my scent with a low, desperate shudder.

"What do we have here?"

He froze, dropping the towel like it burned him, his mouth parting as excess, thick saliva slipped past his lips.

"Everything alright in here, Leo?" I asked smoothly, firmly grasping his shoulder.

The contact hit his re-wired nervous system like a live wire. Leo's eyes rolled back, his knees buckled slightly, and a devastatingly slutty, pathetic moan tore straight from his throat.

"S.sss...ssirrrr.... I....I...I...."

He tried to swallow it back, coughing weakly, more of that thick saliva sputtering from his mouth. Just a panting, soft-shouldered mess who couldn't even look me in the eye anymore.

"Shhh." I handed him the towel, "Enjoy it."

I left him shaking in my room and pulled out my phone once I was downstairs. The private club chat was buzzing as usual.

“Still breaking him in?” Gary posted around noon, tossing up a laughing emoji. “Poor kid is probably half brain-dead by now.”

“How many days has it been since you started dosing him?” Dave chimed in right after. “Has to be nearly three weeks.”

“Think that may be a record...” Gary added, dropping a string of applause icons. “Most guys would have already claimed the prize by week two. You’re really dragging this out, Mark.”

"Give him a break, this is uncharted territory. First time someone tried reclaiming their step-son."

"Come on and reclaim him already! Bruce wants to know if it works before he uses it on his step-son."

I smiled. They wouldn't have to wait much longer...

Leo, or what was left of him, came to me late one evening, entirely stripped of whatever pride he had left. I was sitting in the kitchen, nursing a glass of bourbon when he shuffled in, completely naked, his once-broad frame visibly shrunken and soft. Pronounced bald patches stark against his scalp.

"P-plea... agh, mmm..." Leo sobbed out, a wet, choking gurgle of sound, as thick, viscous streams of excess thick saliva pooled heavily in his mouth, spilling over his lower lip and dripping down his chest in long, glistening ropes.

"Can't even talk, can you?" I murmured, reaching down and pulling down my pants. "Look at what's happened to you. Are you asking for help, boy?"

Leo let out a pathetic, bubbling whine, nodding frantically as more thick fluid leaked from his parted lips, "Aghhhh, pl...pl..."

"Shhhh." I ran a slow, heavy hand down his back, the simple touch was too much for his over-sensitized skin.

A fresh, hefty wave of thick, viscous fluid surged from his mouth, overflowing past his slack lips in glistening ropes as he let out a high, vibrating moan that dissolved into a pathetic gurgle.

"That's a good boy," I murmured, my grip tightening firmly on the back of his neck. I nudged him forward, guiding his weight downward. "Show me how ready you are."

Without a single hint of protest, Leo gripped the table with his hands, and bent over right there. Presenting his ass to me and my hardening cock. That first thrust sent an electric shock that shot through my spine.

Leo's muffled, drooling cry cut off mid-gasp as the bones in his arms and legs began to buckle, softening and melting inward. I watched his deltoids and biceps flatten. His limbs shrank, pulling tight against his torso until they dissolved completely into the shifting, expanding mass of his trunk.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned, feeling as his ass fuse to the base of my cock.

His human silhouette distorted beyond all recognition, shrinking down lengthwise as his body reformed into an immense, cylinder of raw cock-meat. Veins braided themselves across his tightening skin, throbbing in a frantic, desperate rhythm that soon echoed the pounding of my own heart.

"Neeeee..... neeeeed th...this...." Those would be Leo's final words.

I watched as the bone structure of his jawline dissolved into a thick, pink cockhead. His nose flattened and vanished into the expanding flesh, and his lips parted permanently. The corners fused downward until his mouth narrowed into a gaping, glistening oval, weeping a constant, heavy stream of pre-cum.

"Oh yeah... Oh fuckkkk yeahhhh." I couldn't held but wrap my hand around my new length, "Oh fuck..."

My new dick convulsed violently at the contact, the entire length of him twitching and throbbing, a slick flood of pre-cum dripping from my new piss slit. I couldn't help it anymore... I hit my climax, pouring my hot release across the kitchen and myself with each throb.....

.......

That was just the first time of many, of course.

If you had told me a month ago how things would turn out, I probably wouldn't have believed it. But the Reclaiming Program delivers on every single promise it makes, provided you have the patience to see it through.

And as for Little Mark down there? Well... maybe not "little." I mean, just look at him! Twitching, throbbing, so fucking eager to be used. No arguments, no attitude, no slamming doors. Just pure, responsive meat that lives only to serve my pleasure whenever the mood strikes.

And speaking of when the mood strikes...I'd say Little Mark is eager for another round...

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If anyone wants to do a rewrite of one of my prior stories or even use a similar concept, please reach out!

“All it takes is just one flex huh? Alright here goes” Alex told himself has he tried a new workout supplement

MaxGrow promised to deliver the results in just one flex after taking 3 tablets and that’s what caught Alex’s attention. He’d spent so many years trying to build the body he always dreamed of and this was one of the last resorts.

"And I have to legally inform you that someone died in this house," said the real estate agent to the hunk standing in front of her. Anthony was emotionless as he took in the news for a couple seconds.

"But that's already factored into the price, right?"

"Yeah," the agent said with a sigh. She had been trying to sell this house for over a year, and Anthony seemed like her best bet.

"Then I'll sign for it later today!" Anthony announced with a smile. This house was a steal, and he was able to afford it thanks to his personal training and OnlyFans income.

"Oh, well, uh, the house is yours then!" the agent replied. "I'll get the paperwork and everything else over to you shortly!" They exchanged contact information and Anthony soon was driving back to his apartment, having already sold that. He was going to crash at a friend's place if this house didn't work out, but he was glad that it did. As both of them were driving away, a voice could be heard coming from the house, but neither of them noticed it.

"He's perfect."

A few days later, all of the paperwork was signed and everything was finalized. Anthony and a couple of his friends helped him to move into his new house. There were many jokes about it being a murder house, but his friends and followers had to admit that it was a steal, especially for the size and amenities it offered as well. Since the house was already partially furnished and Anthony had moved from an apartment to the house, there wasn't much to move and unpack on the first day. His friends soon left and Anthony was left alone in his new house for the first time.

Only he wasn't actually alone. He hadn't pressed for more information about who died in the house, but it was actually a mafia boss who died a couple decades ago in a shootout. Don Arigiano was the top mafia boss in the local area, but he was double-crossed and killed by one of his own. The house had been fully cleaned and all of that, and while local laws dictated that potential buyers needed to be told that someone was murdered in the house, there was nothing paranormal that the previous home buyers thought they needed to do. They were wrong, as the ghost of Don Arigiano haunted the house, and scared off potential buyers of the house who weren't that hot. Anthony was the first buyer in years that Don Arigiano wanted to possess.

As Anthony walked around, continuing to unpack, he felt the room suddenly get colder. "What the fuck!?" he said out loud. He was assured that the heat, water, and so on were going to be on, so he placed the stuff he was carrying down and walked over to the thermostat. Only he never made it to the thermostat. Don Arigiano floated through the air, and during an inhale by Anthony, got sucked inside of him. "What the fuck!?" Anthony screamed once again, as he felt a weird sensation spread throughout his body. Paradoxically, it was like he was loosing control of his body. He felt a coldness spread throughout his body too, but there was seemingly nothing he could do to stop it.

A few seconds later, a very mischievous grin spread across Anthony's face. "I can't believe I'm in the body of such a hunk!" Don Arigiano said. It was still Anthony's voice coming out, but Don Arigiano was in control of everything else. The mafia boss had actually possessed individuals before, so the process of acclimating to a new body was surprisingly smooth. He made his way to the bathroom, the only place right now that had a mirror set up. He had practically memorized Anthony's handsome face by now, so Don Arigiano wanted to see what his new body was like.

He slipped off his shirt and revealed juicy shelf-like pecs that jutted out from his body a fair amount. He felt them up and even played with his new nipples as well, getting them erect and showing off for himself. He then moved on to his impressively chiseled six-pack of abs, which had definitely been hidden by the baggy shirts that Anthony had worn today. "Fuuuuck," moaned Don Arigiano as he felt up his abs, tracing the outlines and flexing them to make them pop more.

He then looked at his arms and realized just how fuckin' massive they were. His biceps were about the size of his head, they were that huge! He flexed in the mirror and did a few bodybuilding poses, really showing off his insane upper body, which was now Don Arigiano's to keep. He then peeled off his pants to reveal some nice muscular legs. What the mafia boss was more intrigued about, though, was Anthony's package. The OnlyFans star wore a jockstrap today, so Don Arigiano admired his plump, juicy, round, and completely shaven bubble butt in the mirror. He even spread his cheeks and got a good glance at his new tight pink hole.

He couldn't wait much longer, though, and pulled down the jockstrap, causing his cock to flop out. One of the reasons he had wanted to be at the top of the mafia was because he had a small cock in his old body. But now that Don Arigiano was in Anthony's body, he was packing some extra heat down there! His flaccid cock reached well past his bulbous balls, and he soon grabbed it and used both hands to stroke it, seeing just how big it was going to get it. Anthony had the total package, pun intended, with an eight-inch cock going past his belly button and one that had a surprising amount of girth to it, considering its size. Don Arigiano then unleashed a massive cumshot into the sink, his body writhing with pleasure as loads of loads of thick and creamy cum spewed from his dick.

Now that Don Arigiano had had his fun playing with Anthony's body, for right now, it was time to get down to business. The mafia boss had thought long and hard about this while he was a ghost and not possessing anybody, and decided it would be better if whomever he possessed didn't try to go into the mafia again. So, the next couple hours or so were spent getting acclimated to his new life, learning what Anthony did for work, if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and so on. Poor Don Arigiano had to look up OnlyFans and figure out what it was, but once he realized what it was, and what a whore he actually was, he was impressed with Anthony. The man played up his best attributes, and Don Arigiano supported that. Personal training was going to be a bit difficult to continue, but a quick look at his bank account showed that OnlyFans was making up the bulk of the monthly income anyways.

I've had a girlfriend for some years but I've realized that something was missing. Recently, I've discovered what was missing. I never was atracted to girls in the first place. Could you help me break up with her or somehow fix our relationship?

You’ve left me with a bit of a conundrum. Do I fix your relationship, or let you move on into one that will make you happier? Do I turn you into a straight stud who can pleasure your girl for hours, or make you a confident, hunky gay man who can get a boyfriend with ease.

Well… why not both?

In a world of magical transformations, cloning a person isn’t that difficult, and making some changes to the copy is even easier. Of course, I won’t tell you who’s the original. Where’s the fun in that? So, from now on there will be two versions of you running around: a cocky straight stud who loves making his girl feel good, and a confident gay hunk whose having a lot of fun exploring his new desires. Hope you both have fun!

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I've been trying to kick some 'bad habits' lately, but I keep failing because I'm pretty half-hearted about it. Should I get some willpower to quit or just embrace them?

You hadn't really expected the 'purification spell' you found to be able to do anything, but you had been having such a hard time leaving some of your old habits behind that you had become desperate. You were overjoyed when it worked… until you noticed the side effects. See, all those bad habits and toxic traits had to go somewhere, so when they left your body, they ended up forming one of their own.

Meet Chet. He looks kind of like you, if you gained fifty pounds of pure muscle and had been possessed by the ghost of a frat boy. He's every bad habit, thought and impulse you've ever had given form, except without anything else in there, he's a hundred times worse than you ever were. Heck, he does things you never even used to do. He's crude, rude, overly sexual, cocky as can be, misogynistic as hell, and is always either smoking, drinking, or both.

At first you were horrified to see all of your worst, most obnoxious traits come to life, but over time you've actually come around to him. He has gotten a bit better over time, as having some experiences as a human has given him more depth beyond his shitty base instincts. As time has passed you've come to feel a kind of connection to him. Having Chet around is almost like having a brother. A really douchey brother whose a terrible influence on you, but a brother all the same.

Unfortunetly, he really is a bad influence on you. You're not sure if the spell is wearing off, or if spending time with Chet is somehow re-infecting you, but you feel yourself falling back into your old bad habits, and even find yourself going further than you did before. If you're not careful, Chet might end up with a brother just as douchey as him.

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Hi. Im a 21, skinny and hairless guy with dark short hair. I'm on this beach full of hairy Latinos and muscular bears. I wish I had hairy chests like them too (maybe One day)

Sometime all you need to become the man you really want to be is time. It doesn't happen to everyone, but some people are lucky enough and determined enough to eventually grow into the person they want to be. Of course, time wouldn't allow you to change your race, and it wouldn't give you a hairy latino muscle hunk in time to have any fun on the beach, so we're going to use a… slightly different method, to help things along.

Along with this note, you should have received a bottle of sun tan lotion. All you need to do is put it on all over your body, and lay in the sun for about an hour. The sun will activate the lotions magical powers, and over the course of the next hour, you'll get to enjoy the hot, electric sensation of your transformation. You'll feel every muscle grow, you'll feel the warmth of the sun sink into your skin as you become latino, you'll feel your body be covered by a sexy matting of hair as you age into a sexy, muscular, barrel chested latino daddy~

I hope you have a fun time at the beach! And hey, there should be enough lotion in that bottle for a friend. I think you're going to have a fuck ton of fun

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I'm a gay exchange student, and the university I'm at now is full of asian men. They all look pretty muscular, and judging by… Everyone seems straight it's an all-boys university, so I feel a little awkward being the only American guy—short, gay, and nerdy—but… I think I can get used to it, right?

Trust me, you'll get used to it. Everyone who goes to Taneuma University - no connection to Taneuma Town, none whatsoever - feels out of place when they get there. They wonder what in the world they're doing in a university full of asian hunks who only want to talk about sports and hooking up with girls from the local community college. But after a week or so of specially prepared meals and truly life changing classes, you'll be able to fit right in. It might feel weird at first, you might resist. But You'll get used to it. Everyone does

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I wish I could be in porn or be one of those nsfw streaming guys, ever since I realized I was pretty well endowed. But my body is only okay, nothing to pay to see for sure. And, most of all, I don't have an ounce of sexual charisma or machismo or aura or whatever you wanna call it. I once tried to send a dirty selfie to my then-boyfriend but it was obvious how awkward I was-- ruined any appeal.

You've got a big dick, but it sounds like you're missing something even more important: Big Dick Energy. Lucky for you, a little shock of masculine energy should be enough to fix you right up. Electricity will flow through your body and mind, transforming your scrawny body into beefy, powerful muscle, and rewiring your brain to make you as cocky and toxic as possible. It'll also make you straight, but I don't think the new you will mind. You'll to busy enjoying life as a cocky, rich porn star to give a fuck about who you used to be

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Some cocky “alpha male gigachad” is picking on an out of shape retired middle age man. The bully looks unnaturally big and hairy like he’s somehow being more masculine than usual. The middle age man just minding his own business maybe cutting his beer belly and get back in shape. Although I enjoy height and size differences, I feel bad for the older gentleman. The bully didn’t notice he dropped his phone when he push the middle age man to the locker room, probably try to size up the older man and force him to worship the body (or worse as I see him squeeze his own massive bulge). That idiot so arrogant he didn’t even have a password on his phone. I see a strange app call Chronivac so I take a look at it. I see a block of text written in there written by the bully like he’s some kind of god. I roll my eyes and decide to add more at the end. I addded: “I immediately cum from being touched by another man. I also transfer my masculinity to the man that make me cum and I’m addicted to be handled by another man.” Thinking nothing of it I hit enter and turn off the phone.

"Daddy! Please touch me!" You heard a feminine moan coming from the gym. You rolled your eyes. It must have been that tiny twink and the middle aged muscle daddy you had seen earlier. You could tell they were all over each other, but you didn't think that they'd start hooking up in the middle of the locker room. From the moaning, and the growing puddle of cum, you could tell that they very much were.

You should probably walk away, maybe tell a gym employee about the very inappropriate stuff happening in their locker room… but you did have to give the twink his phone back. You know he'll be very grateful~

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My skinny nerdy roommate somehow become even skinner after a month of gym. So to cheer him up and pull a good prank on the football team, I swap the roommate and the captain underwear. There’s no way my skinny roommate can fit in the oversized jockstrap that the juiced out meathead wearing or vice versa. At least my roommate has his crush memorabilia.

You couldn't believe how quickly your roommate had started to put on mass. You weren't sure how it had happened, but ever since you had pulled that prank on him, he had been packing on muscle like crazy, like he was going through some sort of second puberty. A part of you wondered if, somehow, your prank had caused all of this, but it wasn't like the football captain had suddenly grown smaller. He was just as beefy as usual, though he was acting a little strange. He kept staring at your roommate with this dumb, giddy smile on his face, one you only recognized after you walked in on the two of them making out.

You weren't sure how it happened, but your roommate ended up with the body of his dreams, and his crush as his boyfriend. Your prank probably didn't do anything… but maybe you could steal someones underwear, for yourself just to see…

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A dude bro claiming to be a fitness influencer complaining he doesn’t get followers while those “oversized water balloon” (his words not mine) get tons of follower. It’s getting tiring hearing him yapping about his look and footlong. So I helped him with his followers problem by making him turn into a giant overly bloated muscular man while he’s streaming himself. Also turning that footlong to inch long since he won’t be needed to show that to his newly amassed follower and gains.

So, it turns out your friend, or this guy who annoys you I guess, was a lot more fame hungry than you thought. He was super upset when you transformed him, but he stopped whining as soon as he saw how many new followers he got. He quickly started showing off his 'wonderful beef' and even set up an OnlyFans in order to show off his small cock to people who love teasing him for it. Turns out he cared way more about being an influencer than he ever did about fitness

Spencer tried on the onesie he ordered from a sketchy website the day it got delivered. He wanted to make sure that it fit for the slumber themed party that very night

What he got was the DINO-SIE which had a dinosaur head and a tail - he thought it was cute - however after putting it on did he quickly realize why the caption for it said “Live your dinosaur-sized dreams” as his entire body inside the onesie started growing

By the time it was finished his body gained a foot in height, over 100lbs of muscle mass, and the sleeves gave way for his massive guns. What used to be loose fabric was now practically fighting to stay on his new frame. Unzipping the hoodie showed off his new massive torso with perfect jutting pecs spilling out and an 8 pack set of abs.

"Going Down On the Beach" a story by muscletheftgod with AI generated images

He was sick of being a dwarf. Sure he had a great personality and great friends. But Davey wanted more. All the time he coveted the bodies of his friends. Their muscles and height. He kept his desires secret until he found the Spells R Us store. Thinking it had to be a gag at first, the sales clerk sold him a cologne that allowed him to siphon off height from one man and that man was Cory. Cory was always making jokes about Davey's height and he got away with it because he was so popular and charming.

Austin with his blond looks and amicable nature scored all the time with the ladies. But he was a genuinely good guy. It was Cory that had to go DOWN.

He got Cory to try the cologne. He only needed to get his stubby foot in the door. Reality shifted and bended. He was dizzy. It was like walking through some kind of plastic water as he got his footing back.

As they posed for the picture, he realized he was taller. Not that much taller but taller than he had ever been in his SHORT life. He remembered all the jokes and teasing and felt a slow burn rage that had built inside him. All the little people pride he had built himself up with to become a confident little person, a short king. He didn't want it. He wanted someone else to take it. He wanted Cory's height. He wanted his life. He wanted to look DOWN on Cory. He wanted it more than ANYTHING.

The wave of reality crashed into him.

New memories entered into his mind. Girls coming onto him and even though he was the shortest of his friends, he was still of normal height. No history of dwarfism. No visits to the doctors to inform him that there were problems with his genetics. He was just a regular guy now. But it wasn't enough. He concentrated.

Clark was the shortest of their group. Dave and Austin were now the jocks. Clark tried but he was never quite the athlete that Dave was. Dave was always the most popular, the most charming. Women came to him. He rarely had to even try to get laid.

Poor little Cory. He was always lagging behind the two men in his life. He had to look UP to see Dave now. This was the way things should be, Dave thought, his cock growing hard at the thought of Cory shrinking more and more. Flashes came to him of fooling around with guys. Which was fine. Being bi was no big deal these days.

Cory and Austin smoked cigars but their faggy little friend Cory would wave his hands dramatically. "You boys are so hot with your cigars. I would totally die," he fanned himself. Cory was a good little friend to have around because having a fag friend would often make the ladies come over. Not that it mattered much since he barely ever got together with a woman. Maybe once in a while. Austin, though. Fuck, what a man. The alphas fucked constantly now. Muscle and height and cigars and sweat and workouts. Sex with Austin was always so fucking hot. Dave was so confident now. And rich. Had a great job in middle management and got Austin a job with his company. Poor little Cory, though...he struggled so. He was so effeminate, that was the real problem. Couldn't pass for straight if his life depended on it.

I want him to shrink more. I want him to look WAY UP AT ME, Dave thought. Another reality wave hit him, the air congealing into another kind of matter. Their bodies were frozen and David could feel himself getting harder and almost cumming over what he saw...the former proud and arrogant asshole show off was going down, getting shorter, his limbs shrinking, his legs becoming stubby, his frame shrinking to that of a child's...

"You fellas look so good from down here."

"We look good from anywhere," David said authoritatively.

"You can't wait to suck us off, huh midget?" Austin said playfully.

"Let's show this little fag what real men look like," David boomed, his voice almost hurting the ears of his diminutive faggot fan.

"Incredible, sirs! You're so much bigger than me."

"The word is we are your Superior masters, aren't we, Short Round?"

"Yes, sirs. I can't wait to suck you off, both of you. Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence tonight, sirs."

"You're welcome, midget!" David and Austin took turns rubbing the little guy's head.

Cory worked diligently. Their cocks were so big and his mouth was so small. Their gargantuan proportions always shocked him as he looked up for their approval. Their faces contorted in ecstasy as he blew them was all the thanks he needed. He sucked as if his life depended on it, allowed them to choke him until he cried as cum melted into his mouth sweeter than any candy. The taste of it made him instantly buzzed. Cum was his drug and Cory was an addict.

As the two larger superior men were releasing load after load down his dwarf throat, Cory had a fleeting moment where he pictured a reality where he was a tall straight horny bully who had mistreated his friend but then he chalked it up to his horniness. Who wouldn't want to be like David with all his bravado, intelligence, manliness and confidence?

But he knew his place as a dwarf sidekick cocksucker.

"Here. You can do our laundry now," David handed him a laundry basket the little guy had trouble carrying all by himself as he stumbled into the laundry room where he held his sirs dirty and sweat encrusted drawers to his face to smell the heavenly stench before chucking them into the washer. Rubbing the underwear over his face so he could savor the smell of his Superior masters like a dog addicted to his owner's scent. The taste of cum still fresh in his mouth, he licked and sucked some of the hardened crusty cum stains he found in the corners of the briefs as he went through them.

Okay things I learned, it's not just Mikey, whatever is happening is STILL happening and it affected my teacher, but only seemed to happen when we were fully alone?  I don’t know, I just know I can’t be alone, I can't go back to my room and no matter how badly i want to turn my phone on I can't because Mikey is absolutely still texting me and I will cave. I know that because its what I want to be doing, and I want to be on my knees for the professor.. Fuck fuck what the fuck.

The worst part, is its getting harder to remember things from before this, how I was, what I was like, what mikey and the professor were like. Like i thought good.. I mean i was a good student but now I vividly remember servicing teachers to get through classes. I don’t remember Mikey’s old name, or his girl… beard. I just remember being a slut, a faggot. I was so deep in thought I didn’t know where I was walking, where I was going, I was just following the flow of the students and it led me to like the worst place.

The gym. The last place i needed or wanted to be, i hated this place it was filled with neanderthals… big, sweaty, musky men who only could think about LIFTING, FUCKING, BREEDINg… god no don’t get hard. But it was hard, and I was walking in. walking all the way to the locker room no matter how hard I tried to stop myself, turn around or get out I strided forward, looking for an empty locker to put my bag in.

There were plenty of people in here though at least.. At least god theres only three. Okay i guess thats enough that was a good sign, less likely to cause some violent transformation on some poor guy if were around more people. It was these two dumb jocks infront of the mirrors in here, their phones propped up on the sinks to get them both in frame. Then some poor twig of a twink looking at them from his locker. I felt bad for them, maybe I could flirt with the twink make his day, seems like he wasn’t my type so I should be good to fuck was he now staring at me. Okay I guess I have to talk with him now.

But sadly…. Luckily as I scanned these men, the plans I had to stay cock obsessed free were ruined. The room grew quiet, not even the dumb jocks laughing. The twink I had just made eye contact with seemed to seize. His body going perfectly rigid and still as the towel he had precariously tied around his waist fell. The jocks were frozen, in some dumb bicep poses, eyes glazed over and wide. I could feel this hum, this pulse followed by that heady fog encapsulating me. BEFORE SPREADING TO THE WHOLE ROOM. no no no no no NO NO NO there were multiple GUYS WHO NEEDED TO BREED ME!!! No this thing is getting stronger… fuck… they need to be bigger, stronger. I could feel my body move on its own again, my hands slowly lowering my shortshorts exposing my jock covered ass as I went up to the twink, whatever insane power was possessing me was getting stronger, faster at changing us. My hands went underneath his armpits before pulling him up high. But instead of feeling any resistance or lifting his feet up off the ground, he grew from five foot six to a gangly six feet. His body now stretched thin. My new magical hands couldn’t help but pour muscle and a little bit of fat onto his frame. The curse did the rest filling in gaps making a breeder hunk out of this twink.

“Fuck look at this slut. Coming into the locker room prepared!”  The jock feeling up my chest says. His hands get rougher, fully tugging on them now, they feel bigger, less dextrous and more meaty. His voice is even deemper, dumber, growls leaving his lips as finally he moves one of his hands top pull my head back and spit in my mouth.

“God his hole is already lubed to bro!” The other dumb jock says, his finger sneaking its way into my hole, easily sinking in. before I can fully moan or respond I feel my head shoved into the other pit of this adonis I had created. I end up moaning into this former twink, my tongue coming out of my mouth to lick his pit clean.

“Fuck we have to fuck him, i can’t wait anymore!” One of them says, I can feel that guy sneak another finger into my hole, finger blasting me, god I was getting close, i could feel my balls pulling in tight.

“First dibs on his ass, I’m already fingering it!”

“Fine but I get this mouth since numbskull here already got a tongue down!” My ass immediately loses the fingers, my head is pulled off of the adonis and my body is put on all fours in a matter of seconds. Its disorienting but I don’t worry because I see three cocks hanging above me, the dumb jocks on either end of me, getting ready to thrust in at the same time as the adonis slowly strokes his cock, watching me with a cocky smirk as I wait, eyes glazed over and tongue out on all fours like a good boy. 

When i feel them thrust into me, my vision goes pure white, each man sinking all the way down till their groins meet my ass and face. Their pubes pressing against me, my body recoiling from the force. Pleasure spiking across my body as i cum load after lad and I feel this wave, this unstoppable wave release out of me. All the men in the room enter this frenzy till the only thing I can remember is cock and cum.

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Hey everyone, if you remember a little while ago I did a story where I put on a KOKSTRAP myself when I was getting with Kevin-linked below. Anyway I thought I'd share the direct aftermath. Enjoy!

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He wasn't supposed to get that big!

Now everyone I know I have a tendency, or well a consistency of plans going flawlessly but lately things have been going a little awry. I should have known wearing the Power bottom jockstrap by KOK (tm) would have caused problems, it was just so...so fucking fun.

As you all have seen, when I make a plan or a change I tend to have clear guidelines. Hell I write everything out for you all to see, the beginning and the results. But ever since I put on that damn jockstrap and changed Kevin.... I've been letting things slip, especially with him.

KOK Jocks or better known as KOKSTRAPS- all came with their own heaps of benefits and side effects, I mean all magic does. I made these jockstraps as a way to help others fundamentally change themselves and others around them. Hell Im even selling them on the frats Website. And while some of these jockstraps are permanent and their side effects more apparent then others. The one I wore should have been fine for me to wear because it's not a perma jock, just while wearing it, and I made it so I could just dismiss it. But Kevin was some of my best work and I was really appreciating my handiwork after his transformation.

Here's what the Power bottom KOKSTRAPSs effects are

Ass growth

Core muscle enhancement

Self Lubing hole

Tops hairiness preference

Figure enhancement

Stamina enhancement

Cum production enhancement

Dominant mindset

Flexibility enhancement

Hole elasticity emhancement

Which were all positives, none that could really be taken advantage of, until we get to the side effects.

KOK JOCKS is not liable for possible side effects when wearing Jockstrap POWERBOTTOM which may include- insatiable hunger for cock, cum, a need to be fucked and or fuck others with your ass, loss of intelligence, ditzy like behavior and mannerisms, incredibly high sensitivity to ass, lips and chest and easily susceptible to influence. If you or a love one experiences these side effects please contact Everett at KOK or his Vice President IMMEDIATELY.

I remember pulling myself off of his cock after our first fuck, he had started with us in doggy style before I shifted us into cowgirl, straddling his hips. Trying to pull myself off of every magically enhanced nine inches of his cock had almost made me cum again especially as I heard him moan, and his hands finding my hips, gently suggesting as I got halfway up for me to fall back down. Looking down at him, his cocky lantern jaw adorned with lips, biting back a loud moan and eyes pleadingly begging me to keep bouncing on his incredibly sensitive fuck stick.

I caved!

How could anyone resist that face, it was my first mistake of many "mmmm you want to keep fucking me Daddy?!" My voice so slutty, so smooth as I felt his hands, one still on my hip, his fingers starting to tighten so nicely around me, the other traveling up my sides until it reached my pecs and began to lightly caress my chest. The power and intention on the word Daddy was open ended, I was just so horny, I didn't realize it would take us where we went.

"Fu..F...Fuck yes, babe... Fuck I need you and that slutty ass. NOW!" His hand found one of my nipples and tweaked it causing me to slip up, my legs which had been straddling his hips just briefly lost their balance causing me to fall ALL the way back down his cock. My self Lubing hole had no resistance as he used his other hand to pull my waist down closer to him, his hips moving up to meet my ass, causing them to ripple.

Looking back I've learned that just because this KOKSTRAP gave me the mindset and base traits of a power bottom, didn't mean I was always going to have control. And I definitely didn't here.

Kevin's other hand moved quickly to my torso as he began to fuck me, not giving me any time to come down from taking his cock so quickly "Kev...Kevin slow down I..im-" i felt his hands tweak both my nipples this time, making me moan out in ecstasy as he interrupted me. "Uh uh, slut address me properly!" He says lifting me up his cock before pulling me down into his thrusting member, god I was so close to cumming again, the inside of this jockstrap soaked with my precum.

Through moans I try and ask him what it means and he tells me "CALL.ME.DADDY!" Each word punctuated with him pulling all the way out and plunging all the way back in

I continued to straddle the hips that were shaking, unable to stand on their own. Its like my vision just WHITES OUT, my back arches as I throw my head back, I can feel my cock cumming trapped behind the magical fabric, causing it to glow ever so slightly. I don't notice it I can't I'm incoherently babbling begging for more in tongues.

Kevin stops fucking me, he stops maneuvering my body, I'm sitting their beginning to adjust like I had wanted but my hole is so hungry, flexing around his cock. I can feel his cock twitching in me, I needed more. Why had I wanted him to slow down? "D...daddy I need it...please fuck MEEE!" I whine, my voice needier then I've ever heard, the jockstrap felt heavier on me, snugger and almost like it was massaging my cock with my excess cum...God I needed cum, why wouldn't Kevin cum.

I looked up at him his lantern jaw framing a smirk, his eyes staring down at me as he flexed his cock making me moan. "Not good enough boy. Need you to beg Daddy like a good boy. Otherwise Daddy won't cum!" He rested his hands against my globes, my ass felt so much better if he'd just grab them.

I needed it bad, all thoughts, all reasons be damned, this hot, sexy stud was refusing me cum, "Kev...DADDY..DADDY PPLEASE, I'll..I'll do anything" I flex my hole around his cock, and try to gyrate my hips but he grabs my hips and stops me from being able to move like I want..but those strong hands are doing what I need them to. Kneading my cheeks like dough.

He shakes his head and tsks at me. I feel his eyes bearing down into me "That was good begging SLUT, but your still not doing what I SAID! WHAT! IS! MY NAME! I'm not gonna fill your greedy boy pussy until you say it and MEAN IT!" He lifts me up and pulls me down six times rapidly causing me to moan my brains out. My hands searching for stability reach out and grab onto his muscular chest as my back arches and I cum, again. Harder then last time I fire off load after load, shooting three times, causing the KOKSTRAP to glow again. It's straps getting tighter, the pouch around my cock and balls following suit but also pulsing with magic. The words going around the top of the KOKSTRAP vanishing waiting to be filled in.

I look at him, the words falling out of my mouth, every single one of them burning with desire, power, PLEASURE! "YOUR DADDY, YOUR MY DADDY, IM DADDYS SLUTTY BOI!" My words echoing out, my KOKSTRAP burning with power engraves DADDYS SLUTTY BOI across the waistband, that same power washes over KEVIN DADDY , settling on his throat

He smiles down at me as he pulls me off his cock, standing tall. "MHMM, so this is what your power feels like BOI, it feels so ENDLESS, it's like I know exactly what to say to change you!" He sits down on my bed and moves me onto my stomach over his lap. I'm biting my lip as his words echoing with my power, his deep DADDY voice commanding me as the KOKSTRAP GLOWS PURPLE. "First things first BOI, no taking off that KOKSTRAP unless DADDY TELLS YOU!" As he says the words the KOKSTRAP tightens around me, the straps framing my ass feel sturdier then ever, the pouching holding my cock and balls in and place and massaging them magically hardens as the magic blazes through the fabric. Sinking into my flesh I don't even feel the desire to take it off, all I want...no all I feel is my needy hole begging for him to fuck me again. I needed DADDY.

I try to say something but as I do I feel DADDY'S hand away down onto my ass. "no talking back, no clever tricks BOI, BAD BOIS get spanked" whatever thought I had seemed to get sent flying as his hands connected to my ass popping my thoughts like bubbles leaving my mind blank.

"If you want to be DADDY'S GOOD SLUTTY BOY, and I know you do, you just have to listen" he says caressing my my muscle cheeks after he finished spanking them. His fingers eventually finding my begging hole as began to tease it. I wanted... Needed to be his GOOD BOY so I listened. "GOOD SLUTTY BOYS need to get fucked often. You can't think clearly if you don't get enough cock and cum. Each time you get FUCKED you'll go back to being lucid... Mostly...still with that hunger and a lil bit sluttier. But the longer you go without cock and cum, my cock and cum ESPECIALLY the dumber, sluttier, hungrier for it you'll get!" He moans his voice and breath getting ragged as he talks faster, finger fucking me faster. I look over my shoulder, biting my lips as I'm moaning. He's smirking down at me as he forces another orgasm out with just his fingers my eyes crossing. The KOKSTRAP glowing with more power.

He moves me to where I'm sitting on his lap facing him. His words much like mine normally DRIPPING with power as each sentence pelts into me. Drilling into my core being, before becoming ingrained. He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces it with his cock hotdogged between my cheeks as he teases my hole.

"How are you feeling SLUT?!" He asks his hands back on my ass, I can feel the magic in him PULSE as my cheeks begin to feel WARM as they grow even bigger around his shaft. "Oh...oh DADDY, I'm..I'm so horny DADDY, my HOLE like, like NEEDS your cock daddy, please fuck me, fuck me silly" The words falling out of my mouth rapidly as I try to gyrate and grind against DADDY. His Cock, his Cum melting my brain further as he uses his new magics to make me his slutty good boi.

"oh I will SLUT, just two more changes then you can ride me the rest of the night" he smiles removing one of his hands from my ass, gently holding my chin. His face was so rugged and handsome even when he had a soft smile curling on his lips. "Any time you see a Cock, you will have to serve it. It will eat away at your brain and consume you until you've been fucked like the slut you are by it!" His words slam into me as I moan, his hand going from my chin to lightly grabbing my neck. Just enough to be firm without actually choking me. He starts bucking his hips into me causing me to fly up before crashing down. He does it again and again till he sends me high enough to where his cockhead finds my hole and slides in as I fall down. "And to make sure you can get it anytime someone sees your ass they are going to get so horny-straight or gay they'll be into you even if they don't realize it at first" He finishes saying.

He was talking so fast, making changes so rapidly so quickly one could only think, if they could think with out a mind numbing cock in them, that he was scared he was going to lose this power. As Daddy Fucked me I couldn't be concerned though. Daddy was so smart, so strong, so big he could do whatever he wanted. I threw my head back as he got faster, his balls, so big, so juicy underneath me began to tighten as I moaned riding his enlarging cock, words spilling more and more out of his mouth as he fucked me senseless they were lost in the moaning.

Time began to blur, my vision going white. My toes curling as I was so close, So close fuck just a little more, YESS DADDY more. I begged and begged until finally I felt his load and mine came after passing out.

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I woke up, covered in so much cum and sweat and disoriented that I didn't quite remember last night. I remembered changing into the powerbottom KOKSTRAP , I remembered Kevin DADDY fucking me till he turned fully gay. But as I got up and walked to the kitchen, my body feeling heavier in places like my chest and ass where they weren't before I tried to figure it out. Till I bumped into a wall of muscle in the kitchen.

"Look whose finally awake, Good morning SLUT!" His voice rang through the air as I felt my mind, and my hole PULSE. He reached down and groped his cock my eyes falling to meet it and more memories of last night FLASH through my head as I felt my knees automatically fall down "Good Morning DADDY!" My voice dumb and ditzy lisps out as he smirks down at me.

“Fuck, hes so tight with two of us in him!” 

“God every time your dick throbs I can feel it against mine… fuck… fuck YES!” This dumb as bricks jcok THRUSTS up and down quickly making both of them and me shudder.

The dumb jocks were both in my ass, double penetrating me. I was pressed firmly against their bodies, their hot sweaty muscles perfectly crushing me as one of them wrapped their arms around my waist, the other was moving my head back and forth onto the dominant adonis I had made. Basically combo fucking me all around.

I don’t know how long we had been in this lockerroom, or how many loads I had shot or ate, or taken, but I do know that anyone and everyone who came close to this room devolved into a writhing mess on the floor. Their bodies expanding with muscles, their cocks gigantic throbbing looking for any tight hole, mine specifically but these three boys were hogging me, stopping me from ever coming down from this high.

The worst part, the more I got off, the stronger I think this curse gets, maybe even the range increasing. I know I could hear the gym outside was a chorus of moans at this point. The babling men on the ground and the breeders fucking me were getting so dumb and I was really just wanting cock like the dumb whore I always was. Every move, every breath through my nose sent shocks and shivers of pleasure up and down my body, my hole milking these two cocks, my throat vibrating uncontrollably.with moans.

Its not until both men underneath me are thrusting at different times, and the man skullfucking me all cum in unison, my body filling with cum that it white out the world again and I’m frozen in place as a massive PULSE rings outside of my body and into the air.

For a second it feels like nonstop energy, and then all of a sudden im sitting by myself on one of the locker room benches, the men I had transform, that the curse had taken over were all frozen in place and their faces  contorted in pleasure, I was at least more aware, more conscious and not cock crazed. As I looked around I saw one figure, his body perfectly chiseled,  giant pillow eyes pecs that made you want to motorboat them, broad shoulders, perfect jock face. In just a pair of shorts his arms crossed.  He lets out a long whistle.

“It's been a hot minute since I had to do a containment spell!” He slowly walks over, a massive bulge that makes my mouth water bouncing with every step. He takes a seat right next to me, we're somehow eye to eye. I dont know what to say,  what to do. Can I say anything?

“But its also been a hot minute since anyone on campus has had a curse placed upon them that ramped up the way yours did!” He lets out a laugh before continuing, trying to make me feel better i think.

“The names Everett and I know everything is confusing right now but I'm here to help, what's your name?” he holds out his hand, i'm shaking, nervous but I reach out and shake it, finally interacting with someone in a non sexual way.

“Tim, its Tim Davis… whats.. what's been happening to me? Can..can you fix it!” My eyes are watering, my voice shaking, and when Everett tilts his head and gives me a smile I feel my worry melt.

“Well Tim! Your roommate's girlfriend got pissed off at something he said about you a few nights ago, something about if he had to bang a guy it be you. So she decided to hex you both but she didn't exactly limit who or what it affected and got out of hand!” He quickly answers. Flashes of that night come back, we were doing shots, he said that, I said something about straight, DL men were not it for me and then she got upset. 

“Fuuuuck her!” I manage to shout, my anger bubbling up, my very toned twinky frame tensing.

“I know right, no consideration. The good news is I can stop it from happening, bad news you and everyone you've already changed are gonna be stuck like this!” His habd finds its way to my back gently rubbing it. I should be mortified, angry, especially since I was like so much dumber and a massive slut.

“There's no other way? Nothing?”  I try to ask but he just shakes his head.

“Im sorry, you and everyone changed will physically be the same as you are now, with more mental control but if i tried to fuck with the curse to revert you all. It just backfired!” He makes an explosion sound, motioning with his hands a classic explosion.

“Is there a way you can make me okay with it, atleast? Because right now im scared!” It was honest, it was vulnerable. Everett took my hand though and lightly squeezed it, it was then that i knew I would be okay.

“Ofcourse,, whatever you need, I’ll make sure you don’t wake up in this mess of a locker room, and that all the guys in the gym get looked at by KOK doctors! We will get you sorted Tim!” With a gentle pulse i felt myself fade from this frozen space, my body still covered in a sheen of seat, still covered in cum, just now in front of the door to my apartment. Any worries, a sense of fear at what was going on, gone. I no longer felt any strange heady g or pulse either, but my god I was horny, and I knew my roommate would solve that.

I open the door ad I immediately hear loud feet slap against the floor. Mikey… Michael, no he was Mikey now, rushing to see who it was, like he was excited, or nervous. He was wearing nothing, his cock was ramrod hard. His muscles looked shiny from a sheen of sweat but what i noticed most was his face shifting into a giant smile, his body tackling me, grabbing me and lifting me off the ground. My face shoved deep into the sweaty, hairy, musky cleavage of his pillowey pecs. Getting covered in that musk, god this felt so good.

“Bro… bro im so happy to see you, you fucking worried me, i’m sorry for like blowing up your phone… i just.. Missed you.. I mean whatever!” he tried to play it off cool, but I could tell he actually did mean it, he put me down, my eyes level with his nipples because thats how tall he was now.

“I… i missed you too, and I want us to have fun again.. I think… i think i just need something more!” My hand goes to feel up his arm, god I was horny, just touching him was like an aphrodisiac.

“More, like what.. You know im strai-” before he can finish i let go off him.

“If your straight I’m no fucking you ever again!” i said it sternly, my eyes narrosed, no longer soft in anyway, this was the only way this would work.. I can see him grumble, his eyes blinkinjg rapidly before he finally responds.

“Fuck.. fuck fine, I like guys, so we can fuck? Now?” He puts one hand on the small of my back, pulling me close to him.

“MMMM after a date!”

“A date.. Now your pushing it”

“Pushing? Bitch its the least you can do after I rode you for two days!”

"Babe...come lick my bulge..." Clark, my TA, inhabited by my dominant ghost boyfriend says as I crawl to him, getting ready for another session of fucking before class.

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A few months earlier...

My boyfriend, Oliver, died on campus in the 80s due to a shootout with police when the campus was a drug de.. I met him one time when he suddenly appeared to me in the form of my straight as a pole homophobic roommate, Chase.

I came home one night when I saw Chase coming out of his bedroom shirtless.

"Hey baby... I'm horny as fuck right now and this body is packing!" He then approached me and kissed me, hard.

"C-Chase?! What the fuck?!"

"Oh hey, man... I'm horny as fuck and I need a cock to eat!" He then opened all his clothes and pushed me towards the wall.

"W-w-wait! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I thought you're straight!"

"Oh, who says I'm Chase? Hehehe..." Then he suddenly shuddered and black smoke came out of his mouth as he fell to the floor. The form then took shape and I was floored.

He has a hot as fuck body for a ghost and seeing this, I got a huge bulge.

"Howdy, name's Oliver, but you can call me Ollie. Been haunting this place since the 80s and when I saw you, I was attracted by how handsome you are and I know you have a huge boner for dickhead over here so I possessed him." Pointing to Chase's unconscious shirtless body.

"If you want, I can possess him and be your boyfriend. Being a gay killer in the 80s was hard, but now I'm free to explore hehe..."

Just then, Chase woke up, groggy. When he saw me and Oliver, he screamed, "W-what the fuck?! What the fuck did you do to me, fagg-"

Before he can finish his sentence, Oliver flew into his mouth. However, since Chase is stronger, He was able to push Oliver out. However, Ollie didn't give up and flew into his ass. Chase moaned in pleasure as he felt the ghostly invasion pushing all the right buttons to pleasure him.

"H-help..." was all Chase could mutter to me before he dropped his head back. A few moments later, Chase woke up and kissed me hard.

"Well then, now that the homophobic ass is gone, trapped in his own mind..." he grabbed my growing bulge. He then took out Chase, now HIS underwear out of the drawer and tore it up, putting it on his hands like rope. "Wanna be dominated baby?"

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Since that night, we've had a strong relationship, and our nights are filled with fucking. He also killed anyone who was opposed to our relationship. Everytime he killed anyone who opposed us, no matter if he was friend or not, I was growing more and more attracted to him as I got pulled further into the darkness of his mind.

Of course, we used their dead bodies as vessels for Ollie. It turns out that Ollie can merge his soul with the host he is possessing, so every time he leaves a body, that body will become vacant without a soul inhabiting it.

He even possessed Chase's equally homophobic best friend, Vlatt. He stabbed Vlad in the stomach with a kitchen knife and possessed him for a short time. As usual, he dominates me in the bedroom and in the showers, and Vlad's hot body gave me a huge hard on and I didn't hesitate to suck his huge cock.

He ended up managing to possess Chase's entire friend group per my reuqest due to them being equally hot, so I'm not complaining. He can change bodies at will, and the bodies he does not use, we hide in the big closet in Chase's room.

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A few hours earlier...

I saw my TA, Clark, at a bar being his drunk horny self and pinching his own nipples. He didn't recognize me in his drunken state, so it was easy for me to entice him to for a fucking session back at my apartment I share with Chase and Vlad.

When we got home, Vlad/Ollie was there, holding a knife and when we walked to the bathroom there Vlad was and he stabbed Clark in the back. Clark staggered, touched the stab wound and looked at the fresh blood on his hand.

"W-what's going on?! Why--" Vlad then stabbed him again, this time in the stomach, twisting the knife, and Clark dropped dead.

Vlad then threw the dead Clark on our bed and flew out of Vlad's mouth and into Clark's, causing the body to convulse. Seeing the scene unfold, as usual, I was incredibly turned on and whipped out my throbbing cock as I watched Ollie take control.

Guy’s Help Chat Room - Branson University

Kevin0403: Hey guys, can I ask you something?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Sure!

Kevin0403: So, it’s about my college roommate. I was paired up with a jock, and he’s so messy and smelly. I’ve tried to change rooms, but they aren’t accepting it. What can I do?

Damon0397: Leave the school.

Neil5018: Give him some actual f****n’ advice, Damon!

Tony7273: Have you tried just swapping with another student, outside of the residential living office?

Kevin0403: They won’t allow that either.

Chris3882: Man, that sucks.

Damon0397: Why don’t you try being a bit more like your roommate?

Paddy7491: Really, bro!?

Tony7273: It’s actually not a half-bad idea.

Kevin0403: I mean, I guess I could do that, but I’m such a neat freak, and George, well, he’s George.

Neil5018: We can help you out with that, isn’t that right, boys?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Yeah!

Damon0397: Yeah!

Tony7273: So, first things first, let’s start off small. He’s smelly, so you should be smelly too.

Kevin0403: What the f**k happened!? My pits reek now!

Chris3882: You probably forgot to shower last night, dude.

Paddy7491: Now that you’re smelly, let’s get you a bit messy, but not too literally.

Kevin0403: Haha, very funny, guys. Do any of you have actual tips for me?

Damon0397: I think if you got some abs, then George might wanna actually hang out with you.

Kevin0403: I can certainly try, but I don’t like to work- Holy s**t! I have a six-pack now! What the f**k is going on here!?

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

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Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: Guys, something is seriously f****d up here!? Can you guys leave the chat?

Tony7273: No, Kevin, we can’t. We’re not done changing you yet.

Neil5018: I think George might want some nice and juicy pecs to rest on his head before he goes out to party and bang some chicks.

Kevin0403: But George isn’t even- S**T! It happened again, guys! Why the f**k are my pecs so big!

Paddy7491: We already told you, brah!

Damon0397: And you definitely need some big strong arms to hold George when he’s upset and crying.

Kevin0403: I have never seen that man upset once in my life, even after he lost a game! OMFG, stop it guys! I don’t wanna be a jock like George! I just wanted some tips to deal with him!

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: I yanked my power cord out of the wall and the screen still didn’t f****n’ go away!

Chris3882: Just give in to the changes, Kevin. You’re becoming the jock you’re always meant to be.

Tony7273: Yeah, and jocks need big strong legs no matter what sport they play.

Paddy7491: I think George plays football. It’d be so cool if you guys played together!

Kevin0403: No it most certainly would not! But you f****n’ weirdos already made my leg muscles inflate!

Neil5018: And now for every guy’s favorite body part! A jock has to have a big dick, right?

Chris3882: Yeah!

Tony7273: Yeah!

Kevin0403: Well, uh, I guess I wouldn’t mind my dick getting a bit bigger. But everything else you’re doing to me is so f****d up, guys!

Damon0397: No, it really isn’t, Kevin. Now that you have the muscles of a jock, let’s finish turning you into a jock physically.

Kevin0403: Does this magic or whatever s**t you’re doing to me work when it’s not specific? Yeah, it does, because now I don’t have any fuckin’ acne, my hair’s a different color and cut much shorter, and my back is straighter!

Chris3882: See, we didn’t want you to get scoliosis, brah!

Tony7273: Jocks don’t usually wear button-downs or suits either, unless they’re going to a game. But since you’re in your bedroom or someplace, but not on the field, let’s get you into some jock clothes.

Kevin0403: Why the f**k does my wardrobe need to change! It was perfectly fine before! S**t, now I have on a t-shirt and some athletic shorts! Thanks, guys.

Neil5018: No problem, brah! And when you don’t need to put a shirt and pants on, jocks love to lounge around in their boxers.

Kevin0403: But I’m a briefs guy! And there my f****n’ clothes go! It feels so f****n’ weird just sitting here in my boxers.

Paddy7491: You just need to get used to it, Kevin. You’re a jock now. And now it’s time for the really fun stuff. Jocks love to have sex, brah, so it makes sense you have a high libido, Kevin.

Kevin0403: I have a perfectly fine libido, thank you very much. F**k, I’m so f****n’ horny, I need to jerk off right now!

Neil5018: That’s a good jock, Kevin. Just keep stroking your dick as we finish transforming you into a jock.

Tony7273: Of course, jocks aren’t usually smart. Yeah, some are, but it’s so much more fun when jocks are dumb, just like you are!

Kevin0403: No, I worked so hard to get into this college and get my degree! But, yeah, brahs, it, like, feels so much f****n’ better to just sit back and jerk my dick and not have to worry about, like, any tests or quizzes or homework.

Chris3882: Almost there, Kevin, you’re almost there!

Paddy7491: Sweet, brah! You know, jocks love to flex and show off their muscles to their bros and hot chicks.

Kevin0403: I mean, I have the muscles now, but do jocks normally do that? Man, it feels so f****n’ natural to flex and show off my guns!

Damon0397: Yeah, jocks love to do that, brah! And the last part of being a jock is loving being with your fellow jock bros. Whenever you’re around George or any jocks on campus, you’ll flex with them and act just like a bro should around other bros.

Kevin0403: Like, yeah, man, I’m not gonna f****n’ talk about Euclidean geometry around my brahs! Like, they only care about how many pussies I smashed and how many n00bs I killed in Call of Duty!

Neil5018: Your transformation is finally complete, Kevin. I hoped we all solved your problem!

Kevin0403: Yeah you did! George just texted me to come flex with him and some of the bros in the quad while all the chicks are out!

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