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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.

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

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!

Kevin0403 has left the chat.

Neil5018 has left the chat.

Damon0397 has left the chat.

Chris3882 has left the chat.

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This jacked new body was looking killer to me.  The tight washboard abs, the V-shape that was tight enough to cause that telltale vascularity to pop out below my naval, the cum-gutters, the thick slope of huge rounded deltoids that formed a mountain ridge up to my neck.  The tattoos gave me a fearless, extra-confident edge I’d never really had before.  My arms were vascular the whole way down, with just enough of a vein that popped and drew attention further past the realm of your standard muscle jock without overdoing it.  Tight pecs, and absolutely great triceps.  Serious gymgoers know that triceps are what separate the men from boys.  This new bod would being paying dividends for years.  Transition went through with a really fast recovery time, too.

You get what you pay for.  I was glad I really did my research and consulted with a lot of physicians before I found the right one for me.  The donor was more than willing to agree to the swap, as my body was still in a pretty healthy condition and only six years older than his was  The money was what was in it for him, of course.  I don’t see why folks think a premium swap and getting the body of your dreams always has to come with letting your mind slip, dumbing down and getting so stupid.  I understand the way neural networks are said to operate, and it’s true that it is inevitable that you’ll take on a lot of the qualities of the guy who’d inhabited it before.  But I’ve been doing just fine ever since I did my transfer and I’m as sharp as brass tacks still.

The key to really to watch as many videos and read as many reviews and testimonials as you can.  It’s no different than preparing for cosmetic surgery or even going through the process of choosing a trusted physician.  That’s where a lot of people go wrong:  they don’t shop around enough.  You’ve gotta shop around.  A lot of them don’t take the time to review all the essential details.  There are so many synapse-protecting and stress-relieving options out there that can make a transition go smoothly as silk.  I added all of them, all four that were available.  It’s a lot like purchasing insurance for yourself.

I feel like I’m finally who I want to be, the whole Yin and the Yang, now that I’ve got this bod.  I already was an intelligent guy with a pretty sensitive and generous temperament, if I do say so myself.  I plan on being more athletic from now on that I’ve got a body that’s made for it.  Some kickboxing, karate and body-flaunting paired up with the mind I’ve got, maybe even some fun photoshoots and modelling, and I’ll be living a much more well-rounded life than before.  This new exterior is really just a counterbalance to my former weaknesses.  That’s why it’s so worth the price to me.

Love how I’m looking in this grey and black athletic gear, too.  I’ll have to figure out what my best colours are.  I suppose I could just go shopping and try on a bunch of different workout gear, or even buy a ton of gear to take home with me.  I could always take whatever I don’t want to keep back later.  With my job as an adminustrator, um, I mean as an adminustraitor… ah fuck.

Fuck, how do you spell that word?

You know, that’s a warning sign, I guess.  I’d expect some merger with the former personality is to be expected.  I guess that Taijitu comparison I made is more accurate than I realised, haha.  There’s the black dot in the eye of white yang, right?  So it’s only to be expected that I’m not going to be exactly as wholly cerebral as before.  That’s ok, though, and I still feel exactly like myself. Gotta hold onto who I am for sure.  I’m sure I can if I focus on maintaining my focus.  It definitely wouldn’t be a great value for my money if I let all that hard-won knowledge and mental acumen start to slip away.

My personality is who I am, man, and I don’t intend to let that slide.  There are no refunds with these sort of package deals, so I’m just going to focus on staying strong upstairs.  Risk is always a factor in life, but without risk, how likely are you to get very far?  Not very far, right?

Really, I’m still thinking clearly, and I can remember everything I’ve got to do at work and that’s going on in my life.  It’s just that right now I’m feeling horny I guess, bro.  Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m slipping a little.  With a body this killer, sometimes I’m just looking in the mirror and feel like I could gaze into it for days.  There’s really something to be said about aesthetics.

Plus when you’re feeling kind of turned on, well, nobody’s all that bright or logical when they’re letting their cock do the thinking.  And look how hard I’m fucking getting!  It’s the first time I’ve seen this dick start to get hard.  I suppose the guy before me had probably had plenty of sex.  I might as well take it for a test run if I’m plumping up so fast.

God, I hope I’m not flopping over into the darkness of yin, though.  Think is that I feel almost cloudy, as if I just don’t want to focus on mental acumen or more cerebral thoughts right now.  Is it my dick that’s doing this to me?  I’m supposed to be the total package with this, not some muscular moron.  I really feel almost like my thoughts are so foggy and steamed up right now, though, like a window when there’s a hot rain going on outside.

I don’t know if I even have my analogy right.  Isn’t yang the masculine side anyhow?  Maybe it’s more like an eclipse.  Yeah, that’s it.  I saw an eclipse once when I was a kid.  Fuck, it’s gotta be that this dick’s so hard.  I’m totally hard, man.

If it’s just about getting like this from time to time when I’m turned on, as it is for some guys out there, I’m totally fine with that.  That’d even be kinda cool in a way.  This uncertainty and this loss of control has me feeling really uneasy right now, though.  I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it.

I don’t want to be eclipsed by the dumb jock mind, man.  The guy who had this body before me was not very bright.  Maybe I should have went with a less stupid guy to reduce my risk.  They say that doesn’t matter, though.  I hope it’s not going to be a factor here.  They say a lot of the time you can keep your mind sharp if you just stay strong about it.  I’ve got a strong mind.

There aren’t many smart guys in bodies like this though, at least I don’t think there are.  That’s why I just went with this one, and I do love this body.

Focus, focus.  I think it’s just that I’m horny, which is hopefully the problem.

Trying not to think of hot guys and how hot I look, but this dick, man, it’s like it doesn’t want to go down.  It’s like it wants to do the thinking right now and it wants me to just beat off for it, haha.

Strange as it feels, just knowing I’m feeling kind of muggy or foggy has me feeling hot, too.  I almost feel steamy right now, inside and out.  It’s hard to explain.  Isn’t getting sexy often kind of like that, the way you stop thinking of work and conversation so much?  I don’t know, man.  I don’t feel right but I don’t know how to fight it.  Maybe it’s just that I’m feeling sexy.

Fuck!  And I’m just so fucking horny right now, for real.  My cock is fully hard, standing straight up.  If I give it a couple of strokes, I know I’ll probably want to just beat off, and maybe I should just do that, since I’ll have to get used to that for sure.  I might feel like myself again after I cum, too, and hopefully I will at least feel more like myself again.  I haven’t cum with this body yet.

Aww yeah, that feels good, just to stroke this dick.

It’s a nice one, too, gotta be almost a 7-incher, nice and thick enough.  This guy’s got a nice dick.  Well, I’ve got a nice dick, because it’s my dick we’re talking about now.  It’ll take some adjustment to really ram it home to myself, because I’m so used to looking so much weaker, just completely different.

Even with this hard cock, I think I can still think pretty clearly.  I remember my foreign languages, and what’s going on in the news and at work.  It’s just that it’s steamed up for me in a way, that it takes more focus to think.

So I should probably not think right now because I’m so fucking hard.  Who wants to think deep thoughts when they’re hard?  And this body is soooo fucking sexy, there’s no denying that.

Definitely gotta take it for a test run.  I feel like as a vehicle of flesh, this bod has gotta be an F-16 Fighting Falcon.

If I were one of those guys from Street Fighter, I’d be a Ryu or a Guile, maybe.  Ok, sure, I’m not quite that jacked, but who is?  I still look damn tough in this body, and I’ll be able to hit levels of athletic prowess most guys never reach.

I plan on maintaining it, too, doing a lot of meal prep and nutritional shakes just to make sure I stay in as good of shape as I can for a really long time.

But like I said, I’m so horny right now.  I look like the kinda guy I would have been too afraid to approach before, the kind of guy I never even went home with.  And that’s a hot thought for sure.

I wonder what it’s going to be like to jack off in this body?  I bet when I get out there and start finding guys to hook up with, the sex is going to be incredible.

Gotta whip out this cock, bud.  Fuck, look at this big piece of meat.

You like that, this big dick in my hand?  Feels really good to me right now, like I’m really getting the full experience now.  So fogged up and I think I’m gonna just roll with it.  Should feel more like myself again after I nut, I’d guess.

Stroking it, pal.

Yeah, this is a really nice dick.  These are some big nuts too, I really like how they look dangling down there in this sac.  Guy’s got a nice groin.  I’ve got a nice groin.

Fuck, I’m hard.  I gotta get off.  I just want to fap off this hot meat and feel that rush of the seed cumming up out of it.  Get a taste of what it’s gonna be like from now on.

Yeah.  It’s almost like this guy’s cock has got more sensation than mine did, too.  I know he’s younger, but also more physically active.

I can really feel it, how much it almost makes these toes curl, makes me suck in my chest when I give it a stroke.  It’s a sensitive and horny cock, man.

Fuck, just gotta beat it.  Yeah, yeah.  Fuck, that sounds so hot, this meat fapping away under this firm grip.

Mmmm.  Hell yeah.  I’m gonna be beating this thing a lot, I think.  And fucking with it, the thought of using a guy’s scruffy face for a hole and his mouth doing its best on this cock is gonna be great.

I’m thinking of cocks right now, too.  I’d love to get another guy’s dick in my mouth and watch him go nuts as a stud like me pleasures him.

I think I’ll feel a lot less inhibited in this body.

I mean I look like a personal trainer or a model even.  Fuck.  And this cock beats off so sexily, man.  What a beautiful cock.

Gotta beat off and cum, I think.  Cumming will make me feel like the way I am, the adminustrainer or whatever, haha, I don’t know why I can’t remember.

It’s like everything just feels so simple right now, but it feels good, man.  It really feels good.  What more is there to life really, that Yin Yang thing, than just feeling how good your hand feels back and forth on a shaft like this.

I love this shaft.  This guy’s got such a sexy, meaty shaft.  Even this sexy vein on it, man, stands out like the veins on my arm.

Just up and down this shaft.  Aww shit, there’s the pre, that just makes me want to beat it fast. Faster and faster, man.  Bet this body could run really fast too.  I should try sprints with it.  These quads of mine look so fucking thick.  Just the sight of them and my legs down below this nice meat’s a huge turn-on.

Fuck man, really beating off now.  I love this body and this dick.  Holy fuck.  Hell yeah this is so fucking hot, beating a cock like this.  Oh fuck yeah, this is hot.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.  Oh fuck, oh fuck.  I can feel it.

Fuuuuck Yeaaahh!  Awwwww yeah!

Aww, fuck.  Look at that cum shoot.  Aww yeah.  Fuck yeah.  Look at that milk!  I really milked this fucker good.

Fucking A, man.  I shot so far that I hit the fucking mirror, haha.  It’s coated.  Can you see that?  Slick with oozing cum, haha.

Wet and wild, baby.

Yeah, I know you like seeing that too, a man’s hot cum dripping down the mirror.

You know you want that in your mouth sometime.

Especially from a man like me, a stallion like I am?  Fuck, a muscle jock like me?  You’d be begging for me to cum in that mouth, I bet.

I feel like such a jock, man.  Love it, though.

I think I am a jock in a way.  I don’t know, man.  My head feels so muddy.

Fuck yeah, man.  Fuckin’ A.  Feels good though.  I feel hot and steamy still.

I feel awesome as shit, to tell the truth.  I’m so fucking hot, bro.  I mean, look at me!  Don’t I look hot as fuck?

Fuck, haha.  Dude, I don’t even know how to say this but, I think I remember that I was supposed to be different than I am now.

I don’t feel smart right now, haha.  I do feel like one righteous motherfucker, though.  In fact I feel better in a way, like I’m not some lame-ass peckerwood type anymore.  Why do I feel so muddied up?  Not sure I care, just curious.

Look at these abs, bro.  Abs like these aren’t the type you see on guys every day.  I’m sure it’s a lot of maintenance but it’s absolutely worth it.

Can’t wait to hit the machines at the gym and see what this body can really do.

I’m so fucking jacked, bro.  Felt so good to get off just now.  This dick shoots a lot of cum I think.  I shot really fucking far.

I’m gonna score so much pussy with this body, and by pussy I mean weak gay-ass bitches who are gonna just beg for this nice cock up their holes.

Fuck, I love being a dude.  That’s what it’s all about, having a good time and other guys to have a good time with.

It’s hot as shit, man.  Fuck yeah, it really is.  I feel hot as shit, like I’ve just been to the spa and came out feeling six years younger.  That’s about right, ain’t it?

Yeah, this is all just about right for me.  This muscle is right.  These tattoos are right.  This cock is definitely right.

This is one righteous cock I’ve got, man.  Gonna look hot in a jock strap.  Gonna look hot goin’ commando.

How’d I get so fucking hot, man?  All that time in the gym, I suppose.

Fuck yeah I look hot.

Aww fuck, I love this.

I’m getting hard again just from talking about it.

Fuck yeah bro.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck, bro.  Look at this body, bro.

I love this body.  Fuck yeah I do.

We do have quite a few different packages. As you’ve seen, the Lads Holiday package is a popular one. We also offer Rugby Tour, a Father and Son Special, Bear Bonanza, and Tracksuit Tour.

But I have a special one for you.

We’re building a brand new resort and want to give you a private package so you can visit before anyone else.

You and your partner arrive expecting a normal hotel, only to find the place still under construction. There's scaffolding everywhere, piles of concrete blocks, muddy ground, and a big temporary site office. The foreman checks your booking on a clipboard and grins.

“Looks like you’ve got the Builder’s Site package. Welcome to the job, lads.”

Before either of you can ask what that means, a warm sensation rolls over your bodies. Your holiday clothes start to shift. Soft shirts and shorts thicken and change colour. Within seconds you’re both wearing heavy high-vis orange vests over bare chests, dusty work shorts, thick socks, and steel-toe boots. Tool belts settle around your hips like they’ve always been there.

At the same time your bodies change.

Muscle packs onto your frames. Your shoulders broaden, arms thicken, and chests fill out with dense power. Abs carve themselves in as the changes continue. Your faces become more masculine, jaws squaring off as short beards grow in. Your partner stays smooth-faced while yours fills out fully. Your voices drop deeper as working-class accents settle in.

Ink spreads across the right side of your body, swirling and forming an intricate tattoo.

The final physical change hits between your legs. Both of your cocks and balls swell larger, leaving you with almost permanent semis that fill out your underwear with heavy, impressive bulges.

You look at each other and realise you’re both proper tradies now. Shirtless under the high-vis, dusty, solid, and already standing like you’ve spent years on site.

That’s when the mental changes arrive. You both suddenly know exactly what to do on the site, how to build walls, mix cement, and handle the tools. You’re still gay, but you don’t show it publicly. Instead you are now two DL guys with blank Grindr profiles, quietly looking for a twink to share.

The week that follows feels completely natural. You work the unfinished hotel during the day, lifting, shouting, and sweating under the sun. The hotel being built around you. After shifts you sit on piles of bricks with cold beers, scrolling through apps together. Each night without fail you found a guy to fuck together. You never touched each other sexually, but you both had no issues spitroasting a twink, or taking turns fucking some needy jocks ass. Hell one night you let a 50 year old couple suck you both off, you weren't picky.

By the end of the week you’ve fully embraced the builders’ lifestyle. Your at ease on the site and are proud of the work you have put in. Your high-vis is stained with dust and sweat. Your boots are scuffed. Your muscles are thicker and more functional than when you arrived.

When the week comes to an end, most of the changes reverse, though a bit of extra muscle stays leaving your bodies noticeably improved.

You leave the site still smelling faintly of concrete and sun.

Hope you both enjoyed your stay! Heres a photo for you both to remember your time with us.

I can’t believe that this has happened again! Ever since I rejected that guy who turned out to be a wizard every time I have gone on a date with a new guy he ends up transforming into some cocky straight guy.

Just a few minutes ago I was on a lovely date with Michael, a sweet guy I matched with on a dating app. He was a student at the other university in town, a Computer Science major.

But to my horror, half way through the date the changes happened, subtle at first, he began growing taller and bulking up, as his hair softened and styled itself while his face become more angular, some stubble appearing on his face.

The shirt he was wearing was straining to contain the growing muscles and as he let out an obnoxious belch it ripped, exposing his large pecs and six pack, before reforming into a tight black T-shirt. Tattoos soon traced themselves over his new large muscles and although I could not see it, I know his cock and balls were also growing.

You will start seeing this a lot more on flights from Turkey now. Once the place to go from incredibly cheap hair transplants it has not become the number one spot for the new masculinization surgery that has been pioneered there.

They promise that even the skinniest of men will leave as muscle beasts and the results so far do not disappoint. The procedure cost thousands of dollars, but that did not stop the hundreds of men who have made the journey so far, all returning as huge manly beasts.

The procedure itself was long, first they flooded the body with testosterone, while their patented gene changing technology went to work, altering the patients very genetic profile. Turning on genes known as for masculine trait and turning off those known to be more feminine.

The side effect over the few days after the procedure was increased height, weight, muscle, body hair, loss of hair on head, increase in perceived age, penile growth, aggression and increased interest in sports, oh and a 95% chance of becoming homosexual, many straight men still had the procedure hoping they would be one of the 5% to stay straight, and on the flip side gay men had a 5% chance of becoming straight.

Here’s one of the more recent people to undergo the procedure. 21 year old Mark, had used his inheritance from his grandfather to pay for this, his parents had wanted him to use it to house, but he had other plans.

He was fed up of being a skinny, 5 foot 6 nerd, unable to put in any weight at all. Always being the brunt of every joke. He couldn’t even get himself a boyfriend.

He had spent the last several weeks in Turkey recovering from his procedure and while he was there he picked up some new clothes and got some tattoos for his now large body. He also discover that he was a member of the 5% club of gay men that became straight. The hospital gave him some shorts to celebrate.

Not chancing getting his gear through customs, Rob purchased something off some guy outside a gym in the near town on the way to his resort.

Whatever the guy have him, it seriously messed with his head. He was a growling mess, feeling aggressive and territorial, feeling the urge to break any inferior men. The problem being, Rob is a 6ft9 super heavyweight bodybuilder, meaning almost everyone is inferior to the near 350lbs of solid raging muscle.

17men went missing around the resort before they started to find the bodies. Each of them twisted, contorted or crushed to the point that authorities were looking for a killer with some kind of hydrolic machine. Rob claimed the life's of 10 more holidaygoers before one of the forensic team noticed the bodies seemed to have similar injuries seen in wrestling accidents - only these were clearly intentional.

Rob was so dosed up when they found him, he took out 6 officers to before he went down. Two crushed in a double bearhug, their torsos flattened before being dropped to the floor.

The shots to his back only enraged him further, he grabbed the gunman by the throat and the leg. He crushed his neck instantly but still continued to pull the lifeless body apart across his broad shoulders.

He threw the corpse at two nearby officers knocking them down, then grabbed another in a sleeper hold. The tiny officers legs dangled helpless as Rob's massive juiced up bicep caused the officers helmet to warp then crack, it did very little to prevent the powerful arms from bursting his skull open.

The two officers were still trugglinf to get up in their horror. A heavy pounded repeatedly on the chest of one for them, the 5th stamp was enough to really cause damage under the bullet-proof vest. The other was lifted and draped over his knee. He bent the poor guy backwards, splitting his spine as he flattened his partner's ribcage below.