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A POV of someone attending the same reunion

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New Guy in Town

Since graduating from university, I moved back to my home town almost immediately to set up work and build my life where I grew up so I pretty much know every corner, store, even people that have lived or are living here to some degree.

Now, there was a home coming reunion at school coming up and I’m joining a few friends that were returning to town just for the occassion. I myself was excited to see some of my old friends and reconnect. It was at least 3 days away so I had time to get ready.

About a week ahead of the reunion, I was sitting at one of the local cafés and spotted one of the local run clubs, two or three of them I recognized but there was one guy that caught my attention

For starters, he was at foot taller than the rest of the group judging by one of them only meeting up to his chest. The guy was also incredibly jacked and I mean JACKED. His bicep alone - unflexed if I may add - was thicker than the other guys’ head! Not to mention as well his shoulders that practically were as wide as two men and the pec cleavage that showed up above the shirt. And the cherry on top is he’s gorgeous - and I mean, I’ce had my fair share of oggling at some famous Chris-es but this guy? Even I felt mogged and I was just minding my business in a cafe!

This man you definitely wouldn’t be able to not remember and yet I haven’t seen him around before — or have I? I knew a lot of the old batch would be arriving in town so he might be one of them but I couldn’t put my finger on who it could be — not everyday you would connect a jacked behemoth adonis with someone from school.

Another day passed and I saw him again, this time with a totally new set of runners while I was heading back to my apartment

He definitely had a knack of standing out, that’s for sure. Again wearing just a singlet or tank top to really showcase how jacked he is. Just watching him engage in friendly talks with the group, unknowingly flexing every muscular fiber available for view, just shot spikes right through me as if hooking and trying to reel me in.

As I started crossing the street, I met his gaze for a bit. Being shy and ashamed for staring at him too long I hurried my pace and avoided eye contact. By the time I was across the street, I was already blushing red! What was happening to me?!

The next day I hoped to really skip seeing him out on the streets again but lo and behold there he was across a gate along one of the shopping alleys in town

He was wearing blue this time and I must say it gave me such a weird sensation as I watched how it accentuated not just his wonderful skin tone but his massive pec shelf as well. It must’ve been jutting out by at least 2 inches from his torso. It was such an amazing sight that I completely failed to notice who he was with — one of them was Anne and the other was Fred, two friends of mine that came in for the reunion. This guy must be someone from school but I still couldn’t figure out who he was. The more I tried remembering, the more I caught myself staring at his biceps

Now that I knew Fred was here, I hit him up to hang out and catch up before the reunion. He invited me for a quick jog around the city we both grew up in that afternoon so I agreed. Might even meet up with the guy I’ve been seeing the past few days

When I got to the meet up place that afternoon there he was in all his massive glory

True enough he was WAY taller than I was up close and definitely 1 1/2 to 2x wider than I was

“Hey Fred! Nice to have you join again this afternoon” he said. “Who’s this you’re with?” He continued.

“Hey Chris! Oh this is George! Hope you remember him, he was with us in school”

Chris? Chris? OH CHRISTOPHER! I now suddenly remembered. Christopher was in school with us yes but was kind of the runt of the batch that almost always got bullied for being short and timid. The man in front of me was like the polar opposite of Christopher — shit!

“H-Hi Christopher! I didn’t know you went by Chris now” I said. “Man you’re huge! A far cry to the kid you once were!”

“Yeah been that way since the ‘spurt. What getting bullied does to you am I right? and the full name really didn’t stick with all this” he said as he raised a bicep flex — the size almost dwarfing my head. “Anyway, just had a warm up, glad you and Fred could join us before the reunion tomorrow!”

I gulped as he said ‘getting bullied’ since I remember being one of the lighter perpetrators. Long since behind be though as I learned empathy through the years but DAMN Christoph- I mean Chris- really changed for the better.

I’m sure the former full bullies and even quarterbacks are going to get shocked to see the former shy and timid Christopher is now Chris, a massive hunk of a man rivaling even the Chris’ of Hollywood

As we finished jogging, Chris took off his shirt and I nearly felt like I was going to faint

“Nice having you guys around! See you guys in the reunion tomorrow!” He said as he turned to continue jogging home — even his back looked carved in stone!

“Man genetics got lucky with him” I told Fred. “Yeah, can’t help but be jealous but it is what it is. See you tomorrow!” As Fred left as well.

If Chris looked that good for the past few days in sportswear, I could only imagine what he’d look like to try and turn heads at the reunion tomorrow.

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"Fuuuuuuck," Joey moaned, as he took a hit of some potent weed. His best bro Jeremiah always knew where to get the best buds, and Jeremiah was right there next to Joey smoking as well. Joey and Jerry, as many called him, were what people might call himbos. They were dumb, muscular, kind, and nice to all. They weren't exactly stereotypical himbos, since Joey was about double the size of one, but they still fit the definition. The two of them also smoked a whole bunch of weed.

Not a day went back without them lighting it up. They had a couple companies that they usually bought from, but Jerry liked to venture out every once in a while and try something new. That was what had happened today, as Jerry arrived back at the apartment holding a bag of buds with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Yo, dude, guess what I just scored!"

"Like, I know it's weed, brah, just tell me about it."

"Well, like, I got it for free! And before you say anything, I was in a dispensary and this dude behind the counter was just handing out free samples, but you had to show him a picture of yourself first, not your ID pic. So, I showed him a pic of you and I, and he gave me this whole bag of buds!"

"Like, sweet, brah! What's the name of this free weed?"

"It's called 'hypnoweed', apparently."

"Like hypnosis or some dumb shit like that?"

"I don't know, brah, it's free weed, let's fuckin' smoke it!"

"Okay, okay, Jerry," Joey said, polishing off the joint he was currently smoking as the two of them got to work rolling the batch of hypnoweed. A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting on the couch smoking some hypnoweed. At first, it was pretty much no different than some of the better weed the two of them had tried. It wasn't long before a weird thing happened, though.

"Hey, brah, shouldn't we be naked?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, brah, I didn't wanna say anything in case you were too freaked out too." The two muscular himbos then took off all of their clothes, exposing their meaty pecs, six-pack of abs, melon-sized biceps, plump asses, tree trunk legs, and their monster cocks. Joey was especially packing down there, a ten inch monster that surprised most people who thought that he might have roid dick.

"Fuuuuuuuck, brah, it feels so fuckin' good now!"

"But, dude, brah, I think we, like, need to do something else too."

"Oh, shit, brah, you're right! You saved the packaging, right?"

"Yeah, brah, the dude at the dispensary told us we had to keep it until the effects wore off, whatever the fuck that meant, brah." Jerry got up, his own impressive cock swinging between his legs, and looked at the packaging. There was a number on there that Jerry found himself calling. If he wasn't high, he would have realized that the area code wasn't local. However, as he expected, the man from the dispensary picked up the phone.

"Hello, may I ask who's calling?"

"It's, like, Jerry, brah, and my brah Joey is here as well."

"And you're both nude already, I assume?"

"Yeah, brah," Jerry replied, like that was a perfectly normal question to ask someone who had bought your weed.

"Good. Now show me that you're obeying my orders."

"Yes, Master," Jerry found himself saying, as the phone call turned into a video chat. With help from the hypnotist on the other end of the line, Jerry set up the phone so that the hypnotist had an unadulterated view of the two naked himbos on the couch, still smoking some joints. The two of them were too dumb and high to notice that the hypnotist was recording the video call as well.

"Keep on smoking, himbos, but now I want you to stroke your cocks with your other hand."

"Yes, Master," the two of them robotically replied before taking another hit of weed. The hypnotist smiled as the two weed-smoking himbos were stroking their massive cocks for him. The hypnoweed was working better than he could ever imagined. He made sure that the two of them wouldn't cum, and the hypnotist even stroked his own cock for a little bit to the hot sight in front of him.

"Now stroke your bro's cock," the hypnotist commanded.

"Yes, Master," Joey and Jerry replied as their hands moved to each other's cocks. Despite getting high practically every day, the two of them had never done anything with each other before, and neither of them were actually gay either! But thanks to the hypnoweed, they found it perfectly natural to stroke your bro's cock, rubbing his shaft up and down. The hypnotist had to keep intervening to make sure they weren't making each other cum just yet. That meant stroking each other off didn't take as much time as the hypnotist would have liked, but he was going to have a lot more fun with the high hypnotized himbos.

"Now put the joints that you're smoking down and worship each other's bodies. React as you normally would if you were being muscle worshiped."

"Yes, Master," the two of them replied as they placed their joints down and then turned and faced each other. The hypnotist had them stop smoking for a little bit as he wanted to hear them moan and groan in pleasure as their best bro worshiped them. And besides, the two of them were already fuckin' high and deeply hypnotized by the hypnoweed. He stroked his own cock again to the hot sight in front of him, two muscular himbos feeling each other up and moaning and groaning the entire time in pleasure. Eventually, he had them stop and had them take another hit before asking them a question.

"Do either of you have sex toys that you can use for Master?"

"No," the two of them responded. The hypnotist was disappointed, but that just meant that they could move on to some more of the fun stuff.

"I want you to 69 each other now. Don't cum yet."

"Yes, Master." The hypnotist himself moaned in pleasure as the high hypnotized himbos got into position and began sucking off their best bro. For a couple of straight himbos, they were doing a surprisingly good job at it. The hypnotist reckoned that they must have gotten a lot of blowjobs themselves or had sucked off some kind of dick before. Regardless, it was another hot sight being recorded for the hypnotist's pleasure, the sound of two grown men slurping on each other's enormous cocks. Neither Joey nor Jerry could deep throat their bro's cock completely, but they were able to fit most of them down their throats.

The mutual blowjobs lasted for some time, and then the hypnotist had them sit up and take another hit before giving them their next command. As the two himbos were smoking, though, the hypnotist realized that having them fuck each other might not work out as well as he had expected. The two himbo hunks definitely had lube in their apartment, but their asses were probably too tight for each other's gigantic dicks, if they had even taken anything up the ass before. So, the next command was to once again stroke your bro, but this time until completion.

The hypnotist watched as Joey and Jerry followed his orders, making each other cum. Both himbos moaned loudly as thick ropes and globs of cum spewed from their impressive cocks, coating their chests. The hypnotist didn't have them clean themselves up, but just had them sit there covered in their own cum. "I will now give you a trigger phrase. Whenever you hear the phrase 'hot high hypnotized himbos', you will immediately fall back into this hypnotic state, even if you haven't smoked any hypnoweed recently."

"Yes, Master."

"Good boys. I'm gonna hang up now and you will be freed from my control until your trigger phrase is spoken."

"Yes, Master," the two of them said as the hypnotist hung up the video call, but not before saving the video to his phone. As for Joey and Jerry, even though they were technically no longer under the hypnotist's immediate control, they were still fuckin' high as kites thanks to the weed part of the hypnoweed, and it took a few hours to come down from that high. By that time, the cum had caked on to their chests and neither of them were too shocked that they were naked.

"Fuck, brah, you def need to get some more of that hypnoweed!" Joey said, once he was sober again. "That was the best fuckin' high of my life!"

"Psst, just prepare your most sadistic smirk, the moment he's snapped back and wake up from the trance, he'll not even remember his own name, he's just gonna be a dumb muscle bull, our dumb muscle bull,"

"And how can we return everything back to normal? We certainly cannot stay as these two muscular guy all the time with the most well-known jock in the campus as our "dumb muscle bull". People will talk,"

"Return what to normal? This is our normal, bro," said Darren with a smirk, trying to convince his best friend, Christopher that he needs to worry about nothing and just enjoy the ride, "Everyone remember us looking like this, no one remembered that he's the football team captain,"

"But---"

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.

Jay was a scrawny, gay guy just trying to become an influencer. He had a passion for fashion and wanted the whole world to see. His boyfriend supported him 100% and even bought him some filming equipment, which included a new phone to replace his old one with a shitty camera!

He’d already booted & set it up, now all that was missing was for him to take some pictures to post on instagram.

Huh that’s weird, he thought. He couldn’t find the regular camera app anywhere, and it wasn’t on the App Store for some reason. The only thing similar he found in his apps was a weird app with a black and white striped icon called “STRAIGHTER LENS” so he opened it up and it was… well, weird.

It was a camera app, and thee background did look like what was behind him but, the guy holding the phone wasn’t Jay. He was muscular, taller, and… just bigger in all aspects. Not to mention the guy was basically naked with his boxers stretched to the max. Even weirder, it seemed like the clothes Jay was wearing were scattered on the floor, all torn…

Jay simply thought, What a weird camera app, at least the guy is hot, let me take a pic to remember him…

CLICK, SNAP—

In a split second, blinding light filled Jay’s vision, and when he finally got his sight back, he looked down to find his tiny, young body had suddenly become that of the guy in the picture’s. Like a prophecy that had come to pass, it was all like in the app, his clothes were ripped to shreds by his own body tripling in size.

He was scared, terrified even, but when he looked up into the mirror and saw himself… he just couldn’t help but flex. This new boy was so perfect in every way! He was sure his boyfriend CHICKS would love it to

Yea, he was gonna get so much fuckin’ pussy—

Wait huh..? What was he saying he didn’t like girls…

With guns like these he could totally just pick one up and eat her out while standing!

N-No… That’s all wrong…

Plus, no girl could resist that 12 incher he was packing, they always say it won’t fit and yet he makes it!

no…

…

And suddenly, Jay was no make.

A/N: I believe this one is mine; if not, I am profusely sorry to the original author and will take it down!

Evan's senior year mostly consisted of his capstone project, which was creating nanites that could swarm over an object and change it to anything you could think of. There was no denying that someone like Evan could do this, a certified genius. It would require a lot of time, though, especially to get it perfect before the end of the spring semester, which also wasn't a problem for Evan. He was painfully shy and even struggled to talk with teachers at times, but he knew what he was doing and wanted to excel.

A month or so before he was set to present the nanites, there was a slight accident. Evan had originally come up with the idea for the nanites in the first place so that he could transform his bullies into weaklings. Of course, that required that the nanites be able to change skin, muscle, bone and the human body in general. Evan had just wanted to take one nanite out, one, and see if it would transform a tiny little piece of his body. Unfortunately for him, he spilled a bit too many out of the container and onto his body.

He cleaned them up immediately after the accident, but of course, there were too many nanites for him to count, and the program he had created to see where they were said that they were all in the lab. He had to work on pinpointing their location, which meant that he didn't know that some of the nanites remained on his body and blended in with his skin, staying there even after he showered or shaved or did something that might have removed the nanites later that day. Evan didn't think anything was amiss until a few days later.

When working on the nanites in the lab, Evan suddenly realized something. He hadn't been out of breath at all these past few days. He had pretty severe asthma, so having no attacks for this long was quite a rarity. His skin seemed to be glowing as well and was free from most of the acne that had plagued him for years. Overall, Evan appeared to be more healthier than he had been before the nanites landed on him. Despite him being a genius, he didn't stop to think that the nanites were doing that.

However, Evan definitely did notice something was wrong when he looked in his closet on Saturday. He had forced himself to have a day off, but at least wanted to get dressed instead of lounging in his pajamas. That option was looking better and better, though, as something had happened to his clothes overnight. All of his dress shirts and polos had changed to stringer tees and compression shirts, and his khakis were now athletic shorts or gray sweatpants. No one had entered his room but him, according to the sensors he had set up, so it couldn't have been his bullies.

Then it hit Evan right in the head. Changing fabric material was one of the first changes Evan had programmed into the nanites. He had seen a new task on the program list, but Evan had originally thought it was just a leftover from testing. When he actually looked into it, though, he was shocked. He apparently hadn't cleaned up all of the nanites from the accident earlier that week, and they had replicated in his room and taken on a mind of their own. That would have been incredibly fascinating, if it wasn't for the fact that their analysis concluded that Evan wanted to be a dumb sexy jock for some reason. Evan tried to abort this group of nanites and reverse their changes, but since they had achieved some form of artificial intelligence, there was nothing Evan could do for this group of nanites, and he feared that if he used other nanites to reverse the changes, then they could become infected too.

He spent the rest of the day at the lab, not working on his presentation but trying to figure out how to solve this problem. It was almost midnight by the time he realized he needed to go to sleep. He made his way back to his dorm room and turned the light on. Thankfully, he had a single and lived next to heavy sleepers, so he didn't wake anyone up. He probably would have if he had yelled upon seeing what his room had become. Pictures of bodybuilders and male movie stars now plastered the walls instead of the periodic table and pictures of scientists. His books were replaced with porn DVDs, and the room itself reeked of musk and cum.

This was probably due in part to how messy the room had become since Evan had left this morning. His clothes were now scattered all over the floor, and in addition to the shirt and pant changes, his underwear had been transformed into jockstraps and thongs, most of them with cum stains on them. His white socks thankfully didn't change much, but they were now used as cum rags and tossed all over the room, and there was no sign of his dress socks. Evan surprisingly fell asleep quickly, despite the stench that permeated the room.

He was back in the lab bright and early the next morning, making little progress on how to fix the nanites that were changing his life. Ironically, he was making progress in getting fitter he learned, as when he looked in the mirror before showering that night, he had a faint outline of abs and his pecs were no longer flat on his chest. "No, I don't want to be a jock!" Evan cried out and made sure to scrub as hard as he could. However, that didn't work, and he was slowly getting bigger and bigger throughout the week.

His arms slowly increased in size, going from thin and lanky to having melon-sized biceps by the end of the week. His pecs underwent a similar transformation, getting bigger and bigger throughout the week and a bit firmer as well. By the end of the week, they had jutted out from his chest a fair bit and were rounded yet hard. That ab outline had slowly progressed to a six-pack. While it wasn't as chiseled as some of the other jocks around campus, there was no mistaking that Evan looked like a jock, especially when factoring in his shredded obliques. His ass had also blown up over the course of the week and had gotten juicier, and his legs had gotten much more massive as well.

Despite the dramatic changes to his appearance, Evan wouldn't have minded turning into a sexy jock, as the nanite programming called it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was being dumbed down as well. Much like the muscle growth, it was a gradual progress. He soon began to forget formulas he had memorized and how to operate some of the complicated programs on his computer. He thought more and more about working out and having sex with hot guys than working on the nanites or even his capstone presentation.

Wednesday was quite interesting, as Evan was still panicked over his muscle growth and dumbing down, but he had progressed far enough into being a dumb sexy jock that he had passed the point of no return. Instead of trying to stop them and reverse the effects, Evan used the last few hours that he was smart enough to do so to program some end goals into the nanites. He didn't want to become some brain-dead hulking muscle monster, but these goals would keep him as a dumb sexy jock. By Thursday morning, he was no longer panicked about the nanites, and was actually quite blissful, as he was turning into a himbo with practically no effort on his part.

I am so bored and tired of these “heroes”. Let me reiterated something- I love comic books, I love them so much and I really enjoy some movies based on or inspired by them! BUT I REALLY REALLY hate this cookie cutter, straight edge paragon or the dark moody toxic masculinity brooding did i say brooding that is marketed to us. It’s slop, it's boring, it has none of the raw sexual tension these kinky motherfuckers who write comics. I don’t want to barely see the movie and have drab colors, or everything be waved off as science or tech, or the lack luster romances when we know COMICS ARE MESSY. I’ll make it just as messy as claremont’s x men soap opera ass comic run. So I, Everett got myself a red pen and decided I was going to edit the movies and these “characters” to my own amusement. Some will say I’m ruining their favorite piece of media, I say actually read the source material, I was going to have fun no matter what. My victim, my thrall of fun would be Thor Odinson Thor isn’t banished or sent to midgard to gain some sort of responsibility. No, Thor Goes to Midgard because his daddy needs him to loosen up, have some fun before he takes the throne. Yeah throw the plot out the window, ooo here is my favorite part, the confusion in the characters brain, somethings not rig- PULSE Thor is stripped of his god hood PULSE His arrogance now unfounded, his muscles, his skin loose that godly glow. PULSE He can’t stop me, no one can. His clothes disappear, the armor fading away, his body exposed, oh its such a shame to remove some of his muscle….. Lets just put him on a cut. His waist was trimmed down. His arms lose some mass, oh but that chest, lets keep it nice and meaty!! His ass should still be bubbly too, nice round and great for thrusting into some dumb hungry bottoms, or for grabbing onto as you service him PULSE

His memories, centuries of battles, turn to years of uni PULSE he’s grabbing his head now, his hair cutting itself now, light curls framing his face as his sides shave slightly, a frat boy mop always disheveled from some debauchery PULSE Unfounded arrogance scorching through his mind now. Gaining a god complex (hah) i can hear him beg now, the last vestiges of his mind PULSE Thor Odinson is gone, Chad ThunderCock taking his place a heavy, hard 12 inch cock begging for release PULSE His hand is grabbing the shaft PULSE his eyes rolling back PULSe he’s thrusting into his hands, hammering away, precum slicking his cock and hands PULSE head thrown back back as he rapidly approaches the point of no return PULSE

Chad finally gets rid of the blue balls those twinks left him with last night at the frat house. His cock shooting load after load of cum, all past, all future potentials erased as he becomes the frat god he was always meant to be

As I push my brother onto the bed, he says to me, "Please baby bro, I want your mouth on me!"

As I kiss him down towards his cock, I say to him, "Oh come on, I think you mean baby. Hehehe"

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Ever since I almost died choking on a huge piece of candy stuck in my throat three years ago, I have been able to see ghosts everywhere I go, and was scared at first, but now I've gotten used to it after helping them move on to the afterlife.

However, my family has no idea that I have this ability, as I had found ways to keep my ghost seeing ability a secret, such as pretending I'm on my phone, though I have wanted to tell them about this but can't find myself doing so.

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Five Days Ago...

My brother, Jake, suddenly went to my apartment and asked if he can stay here for one night since he's really drunk and didn't want to get home yet.

"Ughh, finee you can stay here." He tried to hug me but I couldn't stand the smell of alcohol so I quickly pushed him away. I tried hard to hide my growing bulge cause his drunk sweaty self is giving me a hard on, and him opening his clothes is not helping.

I quickly went to give him water to sober up and put him on the couch to let him sleep.

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Later that night, I was playing games on my computer after a day of working and looking to relax when I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye.

When I looked, it was a ghost clad in black floating off the floor and I doubled over, falling off my chair.

"Hahaha looks like I shocked you!"

Getting off the floor, I hesitantly asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh hey! My name's Melvin. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He bowed down exaggeratedly to me and I laughed.

He then conjured a spectral chair out of thin air and posed on it. "I've been haunting this place after I died eating a candlelit dinner with my boyfriend. I've been haunting this place since."

"Wait how come I can only see you now? I've been here for a week. And did you move my things?"

"Well," Melvin answered. "Honestly, I wanted to show myself but thought I'd have some fun. I know it's annoying to anyone, but I was a bit of a prankster in my life. Well, now the afterlife."

Just then, Jake opened the bedroom door. "Hey bro, saw that your lights are still on from under your bedroom door. Wanna eat dinner?"

Suddenly I saw Melvin float behind him. "Hey wanna see a magic trick?"

Before I can process what he meant, Melvin put his hands on Jake's back, and Jake froze in place. Melvin then pushed in deeper into Jake's back, causing his body to shake in place as more and more of Melvin gets inside him.

Eventually, Melvin's head is all that's left that's not fully inside and trying to process this, I asked, "W-what is happening?"

Before I can get an answer, Melvin's head phased into Jake's and Jake fell to the floor. Trying to wake him up, I asked, "Hey! Y-You okay?!"

Suddenly, Jake sat up and kissed me hard while touching my growing bulge. "Hi, 'bro' hehehe... or should I say, human friend..." He laughed at his own joke.

"M-Melvin? How?!"

"Well I had taken over people over the years and it was always temporary. I'd let them go and possess them again when I want to feel all the human pleasure that I've been missing."

"I know that you've had a hard on for this bro of yours."

"W-What? No!"

Looking at my growing bulge, Melvin/Jake chuckles. "Ha! You say that, but your body's reacting differently. He then kisses me hard again and takes off his clothes before falling on the bed.

"You know... with me inside, you can have all your wet dreams come true. I'm sure as your 'brother' I can help you with that hehe.. And by the way, your bro's screaming for me to leave his body."

Thinking it over, I then smiled. "Well you don't have to leave his body. I think it's a good thing you took him over. I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked by him hehe."

Chuckling, Jake answered, "Well then, why don't you come here and let your 'bro' fulfill you then?"

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In the present...

Since that day, Melvin/Jake and I have had a very sexual relationship. We took turns fulfilling our respective fantasies and I have had a lot of fun doing everything with him. From playing a superhero who wanted to fuck me pretending to be his enemy to secret lover, to him being a my submissive and me his dom as part of my fantasy, our sex life has been great.

As for the real Jake? I asked Melvin and he said that Jake has been silent the last two weeks so either he accepted Melvin as the one in the driver's seat, or he's gone absorbed into Melvin since suddenly Jake has all his memories.

"Hahah bro, I feel ya. Been in the country for the past few months, I don't know how I would survive if I didn't have my regular visit to the bar and clubs with my friends," Asher said with a little chuckle

"How can you enter the bar? You look even younger than me. And why don't you tell me about your friends? They might help me last night,"

"Well, it's about time I tell you I guess,"

Asher turned his camera on, it shows his location, inside a gym

Asher then stands up and fished out a tiny, zipped plastic bag from his beaten jeans pocket. He wiggles it in front of the camera as he leaned the phone on the wall that lined up with the sink. He grabbed a pair of black and blue pill and then popped it in one go, emptying the plastic bag. As Asher gulped the pills, smirk plastered his face as he shut his eyes and start scrunching his face

Chris watched in awe as he witnessed Asher's transformation in front of his eyes. Asher certainly matured as his facial feature hardened and his once pale British skin turned tanner by the second. His loose white tee then hugged his growing muscle beautifully as Chris can clearly see the outline of Asher's growing pecs. His slightly defined arms then exploded with corded veins connecting all the muscle from his shoulder all the way to his now calloused mitts. Not even 2 minutes and an entirely new person is in the other side of the video call, donning a black leather jacket that draped nearby

"Holy shit......"

"Well, so are you ready to go to the club tonight?"

"Hell yeah I am. Share me your location, I'll swing there and you better tell me everything!"

***

Asher explained when Chris arrived on how he got these shitload amount of pills from an unassuming guy in a party. Yes he has lots of tattoos and all, but he is certainly not threatening and until the very second Asher eventually noticed him, the guy is simply undetected. The guy fucked Asher in exchange for the pills and he even slipped one into Asher's mouth back at that night.

"It was fantastic. One second I was an 18 years old lad and then boom, I was a hot muscular bottom with thick Slavic accent,"

"He also took one pill and I watched him grow into this amazing pale blonde with no tattoos and even body hair except his pit. Like a bodybuilder or something. The way he drove his 7 incher into the back of my throat, guy's clearly an expert and I was so satisfied that night.

Ever since then, everytime I felt bored with how I look, I just popped a pill and spend the night as a complete stranger. Totally liberating. Until I found out that I can lock the way I want to look if I combined this blue and black pill rather than letting this random changes happened to me if I only chugged one of them. I always turned into this hunk if I chugged the pair,"

Chris cannot wait any longer as he literally drooled with the thought of being someone else. He grabbed the black and blue pill and then chugged it with no hesitation despite Asher seemingly still interested to explain more. Then, a burning sensation started to spread from his stomach to all across his body. The first change he witnessed is the darker skin tone that started from his now hardening abdomen then spread to both direction, engulfing his pale skin into a luscious brown layer. He can feel the way his foreskin grows and how his ass becomes bigger and hairier, all the little sensation equally felt alongside the massive changes like the growing pecs or his widening shoulder. He let out a long and clearly pleasure-induced moan as testosterone pumped into his body even more and his facial structure altered. Before his transformation finished, he passed out and flopped to the floor with lust and satisfaction clearly shown by his expression

***

"Hey there, I noticed that you walk in here with the DJ, is he your friend or something?"

"Oh, hey there. What's the matter?"

"Sick beat. He's really good,"

"Well, let's just cut the crap. I know you've been eyeing me and my boyfriend all night long, and hey, that's fine. We are not exclusive and I think he'll like to have a cutie like you sandwhiched between us," Asher said as he whispered in the stranger's ear, which quickly turned red alongside his face

"When he's on his break, which is soon, meet us in the bathroom, stall 3, okay? He csn definitely use this mane of yours to piston his musky uncut cock in and out of your cute mouth while I spitroasted your ass," Asher followed up as he slapped the twunk's ass and give him a wink

Meanwhile, Chris is having yet another great night DJ-ing in front of a packed crowd. The pills has been the best decision he took and with his holiday finally being this exciting, maybe going back to UK should definitely be postponed

The experimental steroid he's on is working wonders for his muscle mass and density, and his testosterone levels are so high his balls and cock have ballooned in size! The only downfall is his mind seems to be suffering, he's like a stupid muscle beast that only wants to workout and fuck.

Lo kebangun dan pantat lo kerasa banget nyerinya, dan lo heran karena sepanjang malem kayaknya lo yang nge-top si Irfan. Mata lo terbelalak saat lo buka mata dan ngeliat badan lo sendiri ada di pojok ruangan udah pake celana pendek lo dan senyum lebar banget kayak dia yang kesenengan lo udah bangun

"Hey man, sumpah semalem asik banget sih. Thanks ya, ini gue udah mau workout pagi dulu sebelum kelas. Lo istirahat dulu gih, gak ada kelas kan lo hari ini? Lumayan kan kalau besok baru keluar kamar seenggaknya jalan lo udah bakal mendingan,"

Lo cuma bisa tertegun heran saat dia pake jersey lo dan ngeluyur keluar aja dengan entengnya ngebawa tas lo dan seakan seluruh hidup yang lo kenal menjauh dari genggaman lo setiap meternya yang dia ambil....

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You feel that your asshole and back incredibly sore after last night's fucking, which is weird because clearly you're the one topping Irfan. But then your eyes goes wide as you witness your impostor looked at you with a wild, confident smug smile wearing your shorts

"Hey, you're finally awake! Last night was crazy, now I'm heading out to the gym ya, you said you have no class today, right? Well, a day rest so you don't have to walk funny this week then, aight see ya!"