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"Why are you so surprised that you cannot read this, you're not Arab, you're a pale white American," Hashim said so casually with a knowing smirk

Hamad's eyes went wide as he realized that his complexion started to get lighter. Is this really happening???

"You're such a unique finding, Matt. It's not everyday you spotted a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros in the wild, you know? But thankfully I grabbed that fat bouncy ass of yours in the club and made you mine ever since," Hashim said as he freely explored his world-building to create his boyfriend next perfect form in accordance to his fantasy

And just like that, Hamad found his body swell to match the description mentioned by Hashim. His muscle grown, his ass turned rounder and he felt this ghostly feeling of the tight hole getting looser by the second as muscle memories of receiving cocks in various shape entered his mind. He even started to lose his connection to the Hamad's name as it became a foreign entity that will be gone from his system soon with more information provided by Hashim

"Not only that, a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros with domination kink by Arab men. That shit is the only thing that makes you really hard. Not other football bros tight ass that you pounced a couple times in the past. Not those expert cocksucking twink that didn't even manage to make you squirt one out. Only Arabs. What's up with that, huh? Guilt from your father and uncles tour of Iraq? Or are you just a big brute bottom after all, desiring to be handled by real men and since your first sight was a giant Arab cock of your dorm-mate in your freshman year, that's the only thing that filled your mind, am I right?"

All Hashim statement treated as the truth by the tranced Matt, his body and psyche conformed to all the statement Hashim said. As Matt found himself eventually cornered to the bed and fall on his back to the mattress, Hashim blown the candle to eventually finalize his wish and smirked

"Now, open up that mouth and make me the happiest man in my birth day. It's only right after all that I have a brand new toy to play with until my next's birthday. Say aaaa---"

Tom Holland stumbled into his hotel room, stripping out of his shirt and bow tie after possibly the worst film premiere he’s ever had to endure. As an actor, he was used to sometimes being valued just by his looks. But he never thought he’d run into the director of the next Spider Man film or worse, that he’d ever meet such a critical director.

The new director told him he needed to “grow” more, to “stop being so lean” and that he thought Tom “would look better” for the next film. Apparently when they mean Peter is older in this one, they also mean he’s suddenly a bodybuilder, Tom thought to himself.

But he sighed, ever since that meeting the thought of going to the gym didn’t seem too bad. But there was no way that he was going to be able to do. He flopped down onto his couch after a tired day, rubbing his eyes.

“God, I don’t understand, my body is fine,” muttered Tom in frustration. “No reason for my body to be bigger, I don’t need to grow.” Tom’s pupils dilated as his lips quivered. He wanted to say or do something else but he couldn’t as he suddenly felt a warm energy burning away at him. The photographer’s words echoed in his head:

Grow.

And with it, Tom couldn’t stop the hot feeling surging throughout his feet, where he still had his socks on, he could begin to feel his feet feeling uncomfortably tight within their stretchy confines. The white socks began to bulge and shred slightly as Tom’s own feet started to feel thicker and thicker with every moment. He wanted to get up, to try and see what was going on, or even run away.

“What the hell is-” But as Tom stood up, all those thoughts suddenly erased as he felt an innumerable amount of pleasure from just letting his body be supporting by his behemoth feet, feeling the strength and power that they provide.

His soles continued to lengthen on and on to the point where they tore apart his socks leaving his large and bare size sixteen feet flopping on the ground. Tom panicked, looking down as he tried to move but as soon as he lifted one foot, it fell down. It felt so heavy…so hard to move.

“Oh god. Oh god, what’s happening to me?”

Grow.

“Sto-” Tom’s voice caught in a moan as he heard the deep echoing voice of the photographer reverberate through his mind. As he wondered if he could somehow get out of his, he watched as his own feet started to walk automatically towards his bathroom.

But with every step, a throbbing pleasure filled him as he could start to see his own jeans being pushed to their limit. His calves were growing meticulously thick, bigger and bigger to the point where Tom heard a rip and felt ultimate pleasure flood towards his cock at the feeling of being so big he could rip his clothes. His eyes widened.

“N-No stop- My body-”

Tom grunted as he could feel his thighs receiving the same treatment, growing so large and thick that the two of them almost touched with the way the muscles churned and added to his great hulking legs. His jeans now torn to shreds as his feet forced him to walk to the bathroom where he laid eyes on his own reflection, seeing his hulking body.

“Oh- Oh fuck at least my a-”

Grow.

Tom couldn’t even remember what he was going to say as he felt the next wave of pleasure hitting him, his cock was rock hard now as his own ass inflated and burst through his underwear. His abs that he took so much credit for began to grow deeper as they belonged to a much broader and taller chest. 

His entire back seemed to grow setting him on a new height entirely and to match his massive muscular legs. As his pectorals pushed forward, Tom felt a weight on the front of his chest, both hands falling over towards the bathroom counter as he could see his mirror.

“Fucking feels so fucking good!” grunted Tom as his own arms felt the next wave of growth, much like his own legs, his once thin arms began to bulk up gaining so much mass that it looked like he had been working out for years. “God…please…more!” Tom grunted, his voice deepening all the while as his hands sprawled over the counter, the fingers thickening and lengthening.

Grow.

Tom watched as his own face started to grow slightly, of course it was hard for his already chiselled face to somehow “grow muscular”, but he basked in the feeling of his own face growing larger. His own hair seemed lighter whilst he aged to his thirties, facial hair grew in and seemed to be a regular thing as his features grew even more handsome over his weather beaten skin. But that wasn’t the best part.

His seven inch cock was hard and throbbing as he looked down at it, unable to touch.

Grow.

Tom moaned as he watched his cock begin growing, inch after inch as it lengthened to the point where it grew to be ten inches long and throbbing.

Grow.

Tom felt his cock thickening, girth being added to his already long cock which began to thicken.

Grow.

Tom watched his cock throb and continue to hulk out.

Grow.

Tom wanted to cum.

Grow.

He continued to moan.

Grow.

He came.

Ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of Tom Holland’s suddenly large cock as he felt himself losing his love and desire for acting, his prowess fading away as he began to feel dumber and dumber. Thoughts of the gym and workouts trickled in where everything else faded away and Tom now knew he belonged in a gym.

Much later, sitting down in the locker room he chugged down his protein shake enjoying the cool taste after he had a hard workout. But then he heard two voices.

“Yeah I think he’s in here.”

“Why would he be in here?”

“I don’t know, they just said Tom came out of his room and went to some gym he looked so-”

The two men froze as they stared as the new dumb muscular Adonis of Tom Holland, hardly believing themselves as Tom looked at the two skinny men who stared at him. He only smiled as his deep voice resounded around the room.

“Grow.”

Outside of the camera frame, Broto Dharmawan's very own son, Jati, is busy sucking and worshipping his father's fresh-from-work sweaty-socked feet. It's a perfect arrangement for Jati. His gaming account gained virality as people tuned in to watch the late 40s fit buff daddy beat the asses of the much younger players and while at the same time he has quality time with his father and his boyfriend. Where's the boyfriend in the equation? Well......let's just say, the Broto Dharmawan on screen is not necessarily the real Broto Dharmawan as there's just no way in hell the well-known law firm partner can spend hours playing video games with the amount of responsibility and client roster he handled. But it's not like the viewers know who the fuck is Pak Broto Dharmawan, and it's not like his father is a very public person so people cannot pinpoint him that easily. All they see is a hunky Indonesian muscle daddy on screen with his deep baritone voice that sounded so eargasmic under a random name that they wouldn't even care to decipher its meaning......

So while the real Broto buried himself with work, his 19 years old only son and children feeling some sort of daddy issues decided that maybe his boyfriend could fill in the daddy role he sorely missed by putting on the enchanted clothing piece that belonged to the real Pak Broto. At first, Narendra thought that Jati turned delusional or something with the outlandish claim, so when Narendra put on Jati's father's shorts, he went for it skeptical.

But once his quads exploded upon putting on Pak Broto's shorts, Narendra stared back at Jati in awe and quickly grabbed the rest of the clothes to make the process faster as he fills in the white tanktop and starts to get older too in the process, hairline slowly receding and facial structure started to reshape itself

"Well, it's official. We're going to stream with camera on every month and while you played pretend as my dad on screen, I'll be down there doing all sort of things to you, do you understand that, Daddy?"

"Oh yeah boy, definitely. You're saying that you'll worship my stinky feet or get choked on my cock while I put on the appearance for an hour or two gathering coins and behaving all straight to attract all spectrum of viewers that want to take a peek at the hunky muscleman,"

"Naren! You're making me hard with that speech! Stop taking this so seriously so earl---UMMPPHHHH" Jati said before being silenced as the meaty hand of his dad closed his mouth and the towering figure of Broto Dharmawan himself literally cornered him to the wall

"Is that how you speak to your father, whore? And why do you call me with your fruity friend's names? Yeah, I know about you two, I'm a fucking lawyer, I read people, your closet is literally transparent boy, and this hard cock clearly proved it," Narendra in his Broto form said, grabbing Jati's hardening bulge as he is several centimeters taller and completely utilized his frame to dominate. That interaction caused Jati to practically cummed on the spot.

“Ok bro, you weren’t kidding about your cardio routine.” Brian dropped his gym bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes. “I feel like I could collapse at any second.”

David chuckled. “Couch is over there, make yourself at home.”

David removed his own shoes as Brian stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the sectional. Brian was shirtless, a thick sheen of sweat covering his body. David did not mind that it was probably soaking into the couch; he too was covered in his own layer of salt.

While both were over six feet and of similar builds, David was surprised when Brian had started up a conversation between the two of them. Being as muscular as he was–though not as bulky as Brian–David had always classified himself as more of a boy-next-door type. Brian though was a true gym rat through and through, eager and jockish in every respect. So when David eventually explained his rigorous cardio routine to him, Brian had taken it upon himself to join David as a challenge.

“Brooooo…” Brian moaned, kicking his long legs out onto the coffee table. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get back up.”

“I’ll let my girlfriend know,” David rolled his eyes, approaching the scene. “She’s coming over in an hour or so, but you’re welcome to stick around.”

“A girlfriend?” This piqued Brian’s interest. “How long have you two been going out?”

“A couple of years now. It’ll be three in October.”

“Dang!” Brian readjusted into a manspread, placing one foot on the ground and the other right out in front of David. “Be honest, is the sex good?”

David, immediately flustered. “What! Dude, you can’t ask me that.”

“Oh c’mon, it’s just us bros,” Brian said. 

David looked down, his eyes landing on the coffee table. “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Ok, ok,” Brian surrendered a bit, scrunching his toes. A small waft of his foot funk was released up into the air. “Can you at least tell me if she’s got a good rack?

David remained silent, his eyes trained on Brian’s foot. He had not realized how big Brian’s feet were.

“Looking at you I’m guessing you could score something good,” Brian continued. “Definitely a B, maybe even a C?”

“D,” David answered, softly lowering himself to the floor. He wanted to get a better look at Brian’s feet. Why was he so curious about another man’s feet? Why did he want to know how big they were? Why did he want to know how they smelled?

“D!” Brian remarked, not paying attention to the scene unfolding on the other end of the coffee table. He wiggled his toes again. “Dang bro, you have game!”

“The sex is amazing too,” David blurted. Brian’s feet looked so soft. They were so meaty, so welcoming. And as David drew closer, his nose began to register their funk too. It was pungent, sour even.

“You’re kidding!” Brian groaned. “I’m so jealous of you man. I feel like I’ve just been tossing chicks back and forth and have yet to find one that’ll stick. I hope you know how good you’ve got it.”

Brian then flexed his foot subconsciously. It was a small movement, but enough to dilate David’s pupils. Thoughtlessly, David leaned forward, taking a tentative sniff. Like a drug, the inhale instantly triggered every nerve in David’s body, alighting him with pleasure.

Eventually, Brian registered that the conversation had become one-sided. He turned to face David, but was startled to find his new buddy at his foot, his eyes bloodshot.

“Fuck!” It was too late. Before Brian could pull his foot away, David’s face plunged into his giant sole, his tongue dragging across every curve and gathering every glob of sweat and cheese. Brian should have been more cautious, he always got too chill when he was with his bros. He had really been enjoying his time with David, even if it had been short. But now Brian had blown it, and he watched as the familiar consequences of his actions played out.

It always started with the height first, removing inch after inch from Brian’s latest mistake. Typically, the poor victim would end up under the average male height. Brian watched as David shrunk before his foot, aptly fitting his estimation. Then came the muscle drain. It was painful to watch anyone lose their physique, especially a seemingly all-around good guy like David. But there was nothing Brian could do to prevent David from losing his jock status and becoming nothing more than a scrawny beta.

The last phase was the worst though: the conversion. During his teenage years, Brian had not thought of his feet as special by any means. Sure they were large–Size 15 to be exact–but what other high school athlete did not have big smelly feet? Brian soon discovered though that his feet had a “fagnotizing” power to them, transforming their victims into smaller, weaker, homosexual versions of themselves. It first happened to his childhood best friend Alex (Lexi), then a few guys on the football team (Nick to Nico, James to Jamie, Michael to Milo), and then some accidental strangers through college (Skylar, Luca, Zeke, Finn). 

Brian had gotten better at keeping his dogs housed in recent years, but every now and then he slipped up like he just had. Mentally, Brian added David to his growing list, watching as a small lump became more prominent in the smaller man’s shorts. For David’s sake, Brian hoped that the manhood had been that size originally, although deep down he knew it had been bigger.

“Brian…” the faggot continued lapping at Brian’s sole. His voice had notably gotten higher. “You’re tho hot, Brian!”

“Yeah, I know,” Brian replied, uninterested. Not only had he just lost a friend, but he had no interest in the new faggot embarrassing himself before him. “Look, uh, are you about done down there?”

The faggot twitched, his dick throbbing. “Yeth!”

The feminine lisp made Brian cringe. Then, an idea popped in his head. “By any chance, you’re not straight, are you, David?”

“No! I’m a good faggy boi for you, Thir!” the faggot exclaimed, as if he was being tested. “And itth Davey.”

Brian chuckled. “You wouldn’t mind then if I slept with your girlfriend, would you?”

“It would be an honor, Thir!” Davey felt himself getting close. “Pleath take my girlfriend! Pleath take anything you want from me!”

As long as I hold their head, I can plant any suggestion straight to their brain and they will internalize it as their truth. Devonte is very studious and hard-working, but why should I keep him that way in this sophomore year when I can just pump him full of stereotypical young black man persona as expected of him? I love to see him start acting black and let go all of his prep school bullshit that made him this boring. Stank up our room with weed, fuck around silly with those cheerleaders that's been eyeing him, start listening to all those rap he said he didn't enjoy. All the schtick. His parents will be in for a surprise later this Christmas, don't you think so?

Same goes for Yuki here. He doesn't fit my idea of a Japanese-American jock. Too serious. Too straight As. I need him a bit more......unscrupolous. What about addicted to hentai anime? Yeah, he'll have some insane sex toy collection he cannot help but expose himself to us anytime soon and he will let me and Devonte in to that dirty little secret of him on how he get off from all that pressure he felt to perform as a full-ride scholarship student that cannot fuck-up. It will be fucking amazing to see how he gooned in his seat to silicone mouth of an anime doll while trying to focus on his module LMAO. We will judge him for it. We will tell him how stupid it is for him to waste time on lifeless sex toy and not sleeping with real chicks instead. Heck, Devonte will let Yuki fucks one of his roster silly, and we will find Yuki back to that sloppy, dirty, slick anime mouth collection of his or maybe that stupid hentai doll he stuffs in his cabinet. Imagine the Amazon order HAHAHAHAH.

Fuck, this is going to be such an exciting dynamic I have with my roommate this year. Guess I need to thank whoever is in charge of white boy summer this year that grant me this power to corrupt. Wait......can I corrupt some other bros like Jensen or Cody???? Or the boring nerds like that history dork Will and Casey???

Kyle was the sort to pass up socialising for studying. There'd be plenty of time to hang once he graduated, so he claimed. During a 2AM studyfest, he accidentally clicked on a pop-up ad for the campus' varsity team. His chair creaked and suddenly his notes made little sense. He wasn't even sure what class he was sitting or why he'd ever been such a buzzkill. His cock scraped the underside of the desk and straight-up throbbed when he received a DM out of the blue. Kimberley, one of the varsity cheerleaders: 'hey big guy ;) wanna hang?'

Kyle stretched, lazily flaring his lats.

Marc and his boyfriend Alex had been so excited for this holiday. A relaxing week in the sun, plenty of time by the pool, and lots of private time together. They booked the “Lads Holiday Package” because it was the cheapest all-inclusive option and they were on a tight budget.

They had no idea what they were getting into.

The moment they checked in at the resort desk, the receptionist gave them both a big grin and scanned their booking.

“Welcome to the Lads Holiday Package, boys! Enjoy your transformation.”

Before they could ask what he meant, a warm wave washed over both of them.

Their bodies changed first. Muscles swelled and hardened. Their chests pushed out into thick, defined pecs, abs carved themselves in, arms and shoulders grew bigger and stronger. Both of them turned into the perfect, athletic lads.

Then came the mental shift.

Their memories of being a gay couple blurred and rewrote themselves. Dates, anniversaries, and intimate nights together were replaced with gym sessions, footy matches, pulling girls, and getting pissed with the lads. Their attraction to each other vanished, replaced by a strong, straight-bro bond.

By the time the changes finished, they were no longer a gay couple, they were two cocky, straight lads ready to destroy the holiday.

The week that followed was pure chaos and the best time of their lives.

Mornings were spent in the gym flexing and lifting heavy. Afternoons meant shirtless pool days, getting pissed, playing loud music, and chatting up girls. Evenings were even more wild, hitting the local bars on the strip, pulling fit girls, shagging them in the toilet, and high-fiving each other the next morning while swapping stories. They felt unstoppable.

On the last night, as they sat on the beach with beers in hand, Alex slapped Marc on the back.

“Best holiday ever. We need to book this package again next year.”

Marc grinned. “100%. Lads on tour forever.”

When they checked out the next morning, the same receptionist smiled knowingly and scanned their room keys.

“Ending the Lads Holiday Package now. Safe travels, gentlemen.”

Another warm wave hit them.

The reversal was gentler this time. They were back to their original selves, their memories and orientations shifted back. The straight-lad mindset faded, replaced by their original personalities and love for each other.

Marc blinked, suddenly looking at Alex with familiar affection. Alex looked back at him, eyes softening as the realization hit.

“…Did we just spend a week as straight lads?” Marc asked, half-laughing.

Alex grinned, pulling him in for a kiss right there in the lobby.

“Yeah. And it was fucking hilarious. I can’t believe how much fun we had pulling girls and acting like complete tools.”

They both laughed, still buzzing from the experience.

As they left the resort, Marc turned to Alex.

“So… same package again next year?”

Alex squeezed his hand, smirking.

Oh haven't had such a nice double change for my Chronivac in a while. Let's start from the bottom, meaning with your favorite top, or rather your boyfriend. You said you're into muscle? And that you want your man to be your perfect guy? Ripped and bulgy? I'd love to say that's a tall order, but I'm not gonna lie to somewhat so nice.

I think I have the shortcut for one of those transformations laying around in a folder somewhere. So you probably want a big set of pillow pecs to cuddle into and we'll gonna do just that. An enormous set of muscle tits, capped off with thick chewy nipples for you to play with, right out the door. Next we'll go for a pair of muscled, vascular arms to hold you tight against that comfy chest. Nothing better than a hug from 22 inch arms while you're trying to doze off.

A wide set of shoulders for you to be thrown over like a bag of potatoes are also a nice touch. You may find you man a lot more demanding and dominant, though I'm sure you won't mind too much. Can't have your ideal muscle hunk be too much of a wuss after all. Don't worry, he's still gonna be kind and caring normally, but that guy knows what he wants and with muscles like that he's gonna get it when he's horny. Let's have a look at your new and improved boyfriend.

Kinda cute, don't you agree? I paired his boyish face with some masculine male models, can't go wrong with a youthful looking muscle hunk. And a quick read on his mind tells me that he's currently popping that arm sized boner (I might have gone a bit overboard with that and the swollen orange sized bull nuts. Sorry for that) just thinking about getting big for you. So yeah, I think it's safe to say that he's now just as much into muscle as you. Though I guess he's more about getting his muscles worshiped by you.

Speaking of which, I think I'll give you a lesson on why he prefers small twinks.

First off I feel like he gets hard just thinking about how much bigger he is next to you. And you really can't blame for that. I very much understand loving the feeling of having a little twink eye level with your nipples, looking down at them getting smothered into the bulging chest you built just for that purpose. And you remember me mentioning how he wants to fling you over his wide shoulders? Would be a bit tough to fit you there if you're too big. And I think the feeling of your little hands roaming over his expansive body will never fail to get that anaconda of his hard. Trust me, I made sure of it.

Secondly I think you'll soon understand one of the main selling points of twinks. I'm of course speaking of that stereotypical fat bubble butt bouncing behind your much skinnier body now. I didn't make you too skinny, don't worry, just a lithe gymnast build so your new bullfriend can bend you into any position he wants as when he fucks your new and improved hole. For both your and his pleasure I made sure you're always tight as a keyhole, but also able to accommodate that horsecock I "accidentally" gave him.

Don't know if he prefers your ass or mouth, so I made sure to also give you thick, pouty Dick Sucking Lips, got rid of your gag reflex and also gave you a long, dexterous tongue for you to really savor that amazing schlong of his. Another one of the allures of twinks I guess.

I think that's about everything I'm gonna be telling you about that topic for now. I'll leave you to figure out the rest for yourself when your boyfriend comes home, just as eager to explore your holes as you are to explore his muscles.

"Come on Harry, let's play rock paper scissors to see who gets to use the stone first," I said, holding up the mysterious wishing stone we had found on our hike.

"Sure thing, Alex," Harry replied, readying his hand.

I won the first round and wished for us to be rich and smart. Harry followed suit, also wishing for wealth and intelligence. But as we continued to play, the competition between us grew.

"My turn again," I said, grinning at Harry. "I wish for you to be tall and muscular."

As I spoke the words, I watched as Harry's body began to change. His previously slender frame started to bulge and grow, muscles rippling and stretching under his skin. His arms became thick and strong, his chest and abs defined and chiseled. His legs became toned and powerful, his thighs bulging with raw strength.

Harry's transformation was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I watched him grow into a towering hunk before my eyes. His previously narrow shoulders became broad and muscular, his biceps bulging as he flexed them. His previously small pecs swelled and grew, his nipples hardening as he ran his hands over his new body.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Harry said, flexing his muscles and admiring his new physique in the mirror.

"Well, it's my turn now," Harry said, using the stone to make me even more attractive. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the changes that had taken place in my appearance. My formerly average-looking face had become chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. My nose had become straight and sharp, my lips full and sensual. My hair had grown thick and luscious, falling in soft waves around my face.

But things took a turn when we both made jokes while holding the stone. Harry jokingly said were such "dumbasses", We didn't expect the stone to take his words literally, but suddenly we both felt our intelligence slipping away.

As the changes to my memory took place, I suddenly found myself forgetting everything I had ever learned. My thoughts became jumbled and disorganized, and I struggled to form coherent sentences. I couldn't remember anything from my past, including my education and career.

In my new memories, I had dropped out of school and was too stupid to hold down a job. I resorted to being an escort, using my body to make a living. But instead of feeling shame and embarrassment, I was cocky and arrogant about my new career. I remembered feeling confident and sexy as I strutted my stuff, turning heads wherever I went.

It wasn't until I used the stone again that things really got interesting. Being dumb, I jokingly said how gay we look right now. But as we looked at each other, we both suddenly felt a strong attraction to the other. My desire for Harry became overwhelmingly intense, and I couldn't resist using the stone to make him my slut.

"I wish for you to be my dumb, submissive slut," I said, feeling a surge of arousal as I imagined Harry wrapped around my cock, ready to do my bidding.

Harry blushed at the thought, but couldn't deny the thrill of submission. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your horny little slut, ready to please you any way you want."

With all of his newfound muscle, he easily pinned me down and stole the stone from my grasp. "I wish for you to be a dominant alpha, one who only wants to fuck me," Harry said, his voice dripping with desire.

As the words left his mouth, I felt a sudden shift in my body and mind. My muscles grew even bigger and more defined, my chest and abs rippling with raw strength. I felt a surge of confidence and aggression, my desire for Harry becoming all-consuming.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Just before I could take him, he made one final wish. "I wish for you to have a 12-inch beer can thick cock and massive balls," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't believe the changes that took place in my groin. My already impressive member grew even bigger, the thickness and girth almost too much to handle. My balls swelled to enormous size, filled with an endless supply of cum. I could feel the power and intensity in my new member, ready to fuck Harry nonstop and cum every time.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed Harry and aggressively took him, pounding into him with my massive cock. He moaned and begged for more, his submissive desires driving him wild.

Fucking Harry was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tight, muscular body was a perfect fit for my massive cock, and I couldn't get enough of the way he begged for more. As I pounded into him, I could feel every inch of my member sliding into him, the tightness and heat driving me wild.

As I approached my climax, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside Harry, my cum filling him to the brim. As I filled him with my seed, we both made a wish that this moment would never end.

Suddenly, we found ourselves trapped in an endless loop of me fucking Harry and cumming inside him, our aggressive sex never stopping. Harry's ass was constantly filled with my cum, the splashing noises echoing in our ears as we got lost in the pleasure.

For a while, Jamie getting the chronivac was the most fun we ever had. We went from two bullied idiots to kings of the school. Look at him, he looked like he had taken insane amounts of roids, but that was just what he naturally looked like now. All the guys in the school we’re just thirsting for a lick of his alpha dick, something he had carefully made sure of. Not me though, I got lucky haha!

I, obviously, also got my upgrades. I always did have a bit of swagger hidden behind my previous nerdy identity, so I had no trouble picking up girls with my huge new body. The App had just let the butterfly out of the chrysalis.

Anyone who was annoying us? Turned into some sort of sex doll that wanted to have sex with us and our huge tanned bodies.

Mr Morrison, for example, was bothering us the other day on his class because we weren’t paying attention to the bronze age collapse or some shit. Jamie just pulled his phone, made some alterations and boom, this was Ryan Morrison now. Not a history teacher, but an anatomy one that lectured shirtless, in order to better help illustrate the body’s anatomy, of course. He also gave private lessons to his favorite student, Jamie, where he explored his anatomy further. Damn, I should have him do some shit like this to Mrs Gomez too…

It was all rainbows and sunshine for a while, but one day I think he got bored. We had already transformed and fucked half the school, and while I was content just living life like this, he wasn’t. I think some people are just never satisfied.

“Yo, Jamie, what you doing there? Any transformation ideas? I was thinking maybe we could genderswap some peop-“ I exclaimed, before getting quickly cut off

“Actually, Lex, I think I have a better idea. I think you’re going to be my next target.” He said, smirking coldly at me

“W-what? Dude, don’t play around like that! We’re in this together, right? I responded, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.

“No, actually. I’m the one with the app, I just happened to share my joy with you for a while. Now I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.” He said, pressing the enter button before I could react.

When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what he had done to me. I looked masculine, sure, but so fucking gay. I had shrunk down a whole foot, making my muscles insanely compact. I looked like some buffed up dwarf, hairy as fuck too. My cock was now tiny, probably the same reason why my butt looked like some kardashian’s. It ached, ached for Jamie. That fucking faggot, I can’t believe he did this to me. I’m so fucking horny. I need him. I sent him a photo, showing his work.

“Fuck you, now I need your dick inside my ass you asshat. If you made me a faggot, the least you can do is come and plow me with your cock.”

I quickly got an answer

“hahaha, i’m right outside babygirl, just come on out and i’ll help you out”

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

Tony snapped a pic of himself in the gym mirror, admiring the muscles he had been cultivating for years, both in high school and now college, to be in and stay in proper shape for the Football Team. By his second year of college, he was the star quarterback and was already getting scouted for after graduation. The position made him popular with everyone on campus as he continued to lead the team to the championships. Faculty loved him, recruiters loved him, his bros looked up to him, and the ladies wanted to be with him. Already keeping himself as clean and perfect as he could (muscles, looks, smells) helped his perfect image and ego, the constant praise from everyone was a massive ego boost!

What wasn't an ego boost was the fact that Tony was having to take Health & Exercise 101 in his third year of college now. Between his jumpstart into football and business classes, his stupid advisor forgot to schedule him for the required course. So now, he found himself amongst a bunch of nobodies struggling to pick up a weight and unable to keep proper form. Losers, all of them. But not him, not Tony. He was perfect.

"Mr. DeMarcos, if you don't mind, the rest of the class is ready to begin," an annoyed voice called out to Tony. His professor, Coach Helkin. Tony didn't like the middle-aged balding man, and the dislike was mutual. Helkin was always condescending to Tony, making it a point to take jabs at Tony if he was late or an assignment wasn't perfect, probably jealous of Tony's popularity. "And I know other professors may let you do as you please on campus, but in my class we keep out phones put away and actually pay attention."

Tony rolled his eyes and threw his phone in his pocket before walking over to the group surrounding Mr. Helkin. The group stood before a series of lifting benches with barbells resting above them. Tony looked at the barbells with how much weight they had affixed and just chuckled, especially at the thought of these losers even trying to lift it.

Apparently, the lesson for today was on proper form and safety in using the lifting bench, something Tony had already been doing for years. Coach Helkin droned on how to hold your arms, how to take breaks, needing a spotter... yada yada yada... Tony tuned out the old man, instead thinking of one of the cheerleaders who flirted with him at the end of the last game. Her plump lips, her nice curves, her perky butt...

*CLAP!* A loud sound and sudden movement broke Tony away from his daydream. Coach Helkin had clapped his hands together right in front of Tony's face. "Mr. DeMarcos! Welcome back to my class. Now if you would please join Mr. Askew at the remaining bench to practice. I wanna see simple, clean reps. Proper form. And no extra weights."

As Tony looked, it seemed as if everyone else had already paired of and begun practiced lifting the barbell. Most of them struggled with the lightweight lift, while taking slow and simple. As Coach Helkin started walking off to keep an eye on everyone, his "workout partner" remained. A shorter nerdy-looking guy, brown hair, glasses, kinda mousy, noodle arms and some definite chub around his belly.

"Hi. My name's Stuart. I'm looking forward to uhh... trying this out with you." The nerd stammered as the duo walked over to the remaining bench. Tony could already see slight pit stains on the nerd's shirt and the faint oniony smell of sweat. "Sure Stu... Name's Tony. Why don't I show you how it's done?"

Tony swiftly laid down on the bench and got himself positioned underneath the barbell. "Just stand behind me and look like your helping so Coach Helkin doesn't get mad at me," he said while snickering at the nerd. "O-oh... okay... and the name's Stuart by the way." Stuart moved to the head of the bench and Tony smelt a similar onion scent, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

"Now watch and learn Stu!" Tony quickly began to lift the barbell over and over, showing off how easy it was and quickly surpassing the number of reps required for class. "Ummm... Tony I think y-you finished your turn. Shouldn't I-" Stuart clutched his stomach and a loud gurgle sounded out. He turned around in discomfort, bending over slightly as the gurgling grew louder. "Oh... I think that extra cheesy meat lover's pizza isn't agreeing with me," Stuart groaned. Tony too busy showing off didn't notice his workout partner's pain nor the nerd butt looming near his head. Another loud gurgle sounded out from Stuart's stomach before...

*PFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT* *PBBBBBLLLLLLLLTTTTT*

Two wet, meaty farts blasted out of Stuart's nerd butt right into Tony's face. And unfortunately for the jock, he was just taking a deep breath between pushes. Tony got a full breath of the rank gas, a stench of old cheese and meat, it was like he was eating the pizza himself. Tony was used to athlete funk but this was far worse than he had ever experienced and could help but cough trying to get oxygen into his lungs.

As Tony began choking on the stench, Stuart, now red-faced and embarrassed, quickly began try apologizing before running off to the gym locker room. As the nerd ran away, Tony looked up ready to punch the loser in the face but his fury faded quickly... instead he saw the fat nerd ass bouncing away... and he wanted to be angry, enraged... but found himself staring before Stu disappeared from view.

Tony quickly got up from his coughing position on the ground, ignoring Coach Helkin's heckling about loudly dropping the weights and headed towards the locker room. It was almost that smell of old cheese and meat was a trail becokoning him forth. Reaching the door, Tony continued to hear *PBBBBLLLTTTT* *PFFFFTT* *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* echoing inside. The sound was strangely music to his hears and the locker room smelled better than it had.

"Hey uh Stu... uhhh Stuart, you in here?" Tony entered into the miasma of stink inside the locker room, now a complete cloud of fartfunk... and Tony couldnt help but take a deep breath as his pants started to tent up. Stepping in, the jock found the nerd quickly packing his bag as his plump... sexy ass... continued to spew farts. Stuart gasped at the jock's sudden appearance, "Ah! I'm s-sorry! It was a complete acc-cident! I would n-never...." Stuart's scared face faded into confusion as he began to watch Tony huff up more and more of the continued ass blasts. "Wha-what are you doing?"

Tony realized what was happening and quickly stopped sniffing those his reddened cheeks and pitched tent told the entire story. "Uhhhh... I'm just-" Tony tried to say, before taking in the full sight of the nerd. His cute chubby belly, his nerdy glasses, that fat ass, the dorky sweat, and those rank rank farts...

*PBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* Stuart let out another gassy blast, this time with a smirk. "You like that don't you?" The nerd's question elicited a whimper from Tony. "Normally, I try to watch when I eat my favorite meat lover's triple cheese pizza, but I forgot I had this class today. But it seems maybe that was the right thing to do." Stuart let out a chuckle, wiggling his nerd butt in the jock's direction, before releasing another gassy blast.

Tony couldn't takes his eyes off the ass. It was like the gas itself was holding his face in place and forcing him to sniff. He tried to think of the cheerleader before, her lips, her curves, her perky butt... to no avail. All he could see now was this dork. His dorky glasses, his chubby form, his FAT ASS! He wanted it all...

*PFFFFTTT PBLLLLTTTT* "Why don't you come over here and give it a big sniff Tony?" Stuart's face was smug and excited seeing the jock drop to his knees. Watching him crawl on his perfectly muscled arms and legs to the fat cheeks and take a big huff of the fumes. At that moment, it was if Tony's brain was entirely re-written. Any image of slutty cheerleader was replaced with that of every nerd throughout his time. He thought of hanging out with them, fucking them, huffing up all their stink... being just like them. "You know, I have more of that pizza in my dorm. And it would be cool to hangout with you. See you later Tony." Stuart gave Tony a wink as he left taking his gym bag and fartfunk with him. Tony sat there, continuing to huff the remaining stink as his gym shorts grew more and more wet.

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Tony, after cleaning himself up and quickly fleeing from class, tried his hardest to resist the dork's offer. But resist he couldn't. His mind was just filled with images of Stuart. His boner had been persistent for the remainder of the day and only one thing seemed to bring relief. Which is why he found himself standing outside the simple dorm room. Inside he heard the sound of video games and the occasional munch on food. Tony shivered at the thought and gave a curt knock on the door.

"It's open!" the nerd's voice called out. As the door opened, a loud *PBBBBBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* rung through the air as Tony's eyes landed on the Perfect form of Stuart. Relaxing on the bed, eating away at the greasy pizza, there sat the gassy nerd.

As the fresh fart funk filled the already fetid messy room, Tony couldn't help himself in flying into the dorm room, slamming the door behind him. The thing that had entranced him now bellowed the most PERFECT pungent gas and he had to sniff it up! Tony wedged his face in between the nerd's cheeks to Stuart's surprise.

"Woah! Heheh calm down man. There's plenty more where that came from." Tony whined at the comment as Stuart scrunched up his face and pushed.

*PBBBBLLLTTTTT PFFFFFFTTTTT PPBBBBBBBLLLLLLTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFTTTTTT*

Stuart leaned back, taking a breath from the long butt blasts, hearing Tony continue to huff and seeing a sticky wet patch grow on both the bed and the gym shorts. Stuart chuckled, "I bet an athlete like you also has some gas pent up too. All that protein has gotta go somewhere." He gave Tony a knowing look, that elicited a blush from the jock. Tony scrunched his face before *PBBBBBLLLLLTTT* a pungent wet blast erupted from his toned posterior. Stuart returned with a deep sniff of Tony's stink and let out a content sigh. "You know, I have been looking for a new roommate... and maybe boyfriend?" *PFFFFTTT* Tony's eyes filled with lust. "That sounds... perfect. Can I have some pizza?" Tony smirked.

Stuart's neighbors for the remainder of the evening heard a cacophony of gassy blasts and laughter over video game music and the stench emanating from the room kept anyone from snooping.

As the school year progressed, Tony stopped showing up to football practices and attending any parties. His usual crowd couldn't find him anywhere. But for Stuart and his friends, they had a great time introducing Tony to their favorite video games and tabletop games.

Tony also learned how fun it was to not have his strict routine of workouts and dieting and practice. How it was so much more fun to just relax and play video games and eat what wants. To avoid showering and instead just hangout with his friends. His body began to grow alongside his new boyfriend Stuart. His "perfect jock" form turning into his own actually perfect chubby nerdy body. And all that new food and binge eating bloated him nearly everyday.

Their now shared room grew into a mess of trash and pizza boxes and used underwear lying around. The smell was that of eggy, cheesy farts and onion-scented sweat and grease. But they were a happy pair of chubby gassy nerds. This was the perfect life for Tony.

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Night started to fall, and I knew that I had to heat things up quick before my 24-hour time limit was up. I looked around for faults I could point out, noticing an uncleaned cereal bowl in the sink. I opened my mouth to speak and… realized Jack had already fallen asleep. Uh oh… If he slept through the entire night, I wouldn’t get to have my fun! What was I going to do?

Just as I was about to give up, Ken fell asleep too, the fluffy hairs of his mustache blowing up with each breath. He started snoring so loud I thought I’d heard a chainsaw starting. Jack clearly heard it too, because his eyes popped open and he glared furiously at Ken’s slumbering bearish form. He opened his mouth. It was time to seize my last opportunity! “I wish Ken wouldn’t snore when he sleeps.” Time to pull out the big guns. I’d have to make this change gradual enough that Jack would reject it, but not so slow that I’d run out of time. I knew just the thing. “I wish Ken wouldn’t snore when he sleeps IN MY BED.”

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