Next Gen Men

A masterpost to help track the stories related to the Wish Upon a Rainbow series!

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The Neighbor The Friend Group The Professor The Student The Cabin The Team The Delivery

Dwight never really thought of himself as a sports person. He didn’t grow up playing sports; he certainly didn’t have the athletic build for them, and he never understood the appeal of getting all hot and sweaty doing workouts and playing games together with a team. He thrived on being unnoticed and in the shadows, often overlooked in social settings because of his lack of style and awkward expressions. The young man couldn’t help but feel envy and jealousy whenever he saw the adoration and admiration people showered on the school athletes, though. Despite having incredible test scores, a GPA that could have gotten him into anywhere, and an application that was nothing to scoff at, Dwight was still treated like a nobody while the school invested all its money in the sports teams, especially the basketball team.

The academically gifted student spent his mornings and evenings working in the biology lab, helping his professor with research on developing a solution that could alter the fundamental DNA in the human body. Dwight was sure he was working on a life-changing project and invested his heart and soul in making sure the experiments and documentation were flawless. That changed when his professor came in to tell him the school was slashing the department’s budget to help fund the basketball team’s advances towards the national conferences. A rising star had given the team a real shot at winning it all, and the school cared more about that than anything Dwight and his professor were working on.

The older woman didn’t seem phased by the decision, offering Dwight a sad smile and a slight slump in her shoulders as she broke the news. But the young man was furious. None of this was fair. They were doing good work, great work. How could the college ignore them and focus on those stupid, smelly jocks instead? Dwight was pretty sure none of them even deserved to be at the university. Comparing their test scores and GPAs made it clear who the real star should be. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his palms against the lab’s countertops and cast a spiteful eye out the classroom window. The professor had left them alone to clean up their work, but Dwight could only watch the students cheering on the basketball team as they strolled around the quad like the kings of the campus.

“Everyone should be worshipping me!” Dwight hissed as he glared at the head star of the pack. Standing heads above everyone else, he could easily spot Pryce from the crowd. His height and athletic prowess made him impossible to miss, and his face was plastered on posters and banners all over campus. Dwight glanced down at himself, knowing that his smaller frame and lack of muscles were nothing to admire at all. But he was on track to be valedictorian. He was going to change the world. “They only care about those stupid, dumb jocks. They don’t know anything else, and yet I’m the one who has to suffer while they get all the fame?”

As he wallowed in his growing anger, Dwight’s eyes landed on a full bottle of his experimental solution still packed up from yesterday’s testing. A thought wriggled into his mind, and the angry nerd’s eyes narrowed as his brain began to connect some dots. If no one was going to worship him now, perhaps all he needed to do was become someone the school would notice. It was what he deserved. Picking up the bottle, Dwight quickly left the lab and hurried through the hallways. With everyone else focused on the celebration, he was confident he would be left uninterrupted.

Dwight made his way over to the gymnasium and stepped into the musty locker rooms. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he tried to bite past the stinging sensation lingering in his eyes. The air felt thick with a particular ripeness, mixed with heavy-smelling deodorant that did little to mask it. Covering his more sensitive nose with his elbow, Dwight scanned the lockers until he found the right one: Pryce Sandfort’s. The golden boy. The one who had it all. He jimmied open the locker, ignoring the pile of sweaty underwear and socks at the bottom. He reached into the athlete’s duffel bag, pulling out a still-damp compression shirt and shorts. Then, Dwight began his process, spraying the solution onto the athletic gear. He went through about half the bottle before dumping the rest on the pile of socks, underwear, and basketball shoes. Nothing about this felt particularly exciting or enjoyable, but if his project was successful, it would all pay off for him.

Stripping himself down, the skinny student was grateful that no one was around to see him in his more embarrassing state of undress. He quickly picked up the soaked shirt and yanked it over his head, only fishing out his glasses when they got caught in the fabric. Even with a compression shirt, the fabric hung a bit loosely off Dwight’s bony shoulders and skinny arms. He tried not to think about the heady, overpowering smell that assaulted his nostrils as he began pulling on the rest of the gear. The sweaty, damp pouch on the jockstrap sagged over his own family jewels. The shorts barely fit over his slender waist, and the smelly socks and shoes made his jaw ache from how hard he clenched his teeth.

And then, Dwight waited.

The only sound was the audible dripping of shower water hitting the metal drain, the soft tick of the clock passing the time, and the sharp, bated breath of Dwight hoping for something… anything… to save him from his embarrassment. He was praying for just a bit of time left to undo everything and quickly sneak out before the team came back and caught him. How would he explain what he was doing? At best, he’d be branded a pervert and forgotten again. At worst… Dwight didn’t dare think about it. But just as his bony fingers reached down to peel the damp shirt off his back, a clear jolt ran through his body, and his muscles twitched.

A stretching sound followed, like plastic or rubber being pulled tight. The scrawny young man barely had a moment to figure out what it was before he felt a growing weight in his arms. Glancing down in confusion, Dwight could only marvel as they began to lengthen and hang closer to the floor. His bones and joints cracked and shifted into place, accommodating the new size as muscles began to plump and swell under his skin. Dwight stammered in surprise, stumbling back awkwardly before plopping down onto a bench.

The noise grew louder as his legs began to stretch and grow. He groaned as a dull, throbbing pain pulsed through each of his muscles. It felt like years of exercise were pouring into his body, overwhelming his brain with stimulation. His back arched as his spine popped and lengthened to a dizzying height. Dwight’s face contorted from both pain and pleasure as his sudden growth spurt continued, barely noticing how his newfound muscles began to push against the compression shirt.

There was a tightening around his feet, and the nerd could feel his feet and toes growing into the shoes he was wearing. It now felt nice and snug, laced tight to keep him from stumbling on the court. Reaching down to adjust himself in his more-formitting clothes, Dwight hissed a little at the sharp pinch from the jockstrap trapping his swelling, thickening cock. There was a hefty pouch now in place, even visible as Dwight carefully stood up to make his way over to the mirrors. He needed to know. He had to be sure. There was no way… unless?

Pryght’s voice caught in his throat as he stared back at his particularly handsome and sexy visage. That was the face of a star, after all. The one whose likeness was put up all over campus. He found himself smiling at himself, smirking even. He looked good like this. Tilting his head to the side, he could catch a whiff of himself still ripe from practice today. Pryght’s eyes glanced over at his pits; he groaned softly in satisfaction of his musk. Damn, did he always smell this good? It was easy for him to get lost in the sauce, catching a whiff like this, but then again, it was easy for everyone. His almost-trance-like state was interrupted by the boisterous, loud sounds of his boys coming back.

“Yo, Pryct! There you are! Sick day today, right?” one of the boys hooted as the team passed by, each of them clapping him on the shoulder or giving him fist bumps on their way into the showers. Pryct grinned as his body responded in turn, automatically matching their actions. He couldn’t remember why he felt so nervous for them to walk in on him again; they were the homies! They were used to him doing some stuff with or without them, and as the top dog of the team, it was his right! His eyes gazed over the tops of their heads as he caught sight of his coach flagging him down. There seemed to be someone shrimpy and scrawny flailing about next to him, although the kid looked like someone who would tip over if the wind blew.

“Hey, Coach, what’s up?” Pryce asked curiously as his gaze shifted over toward the scrambling nerd by his side.

The older man jerked his head at the dude next to him, his brows furrowed as he quickly explained the situation. The kid was saying he was the basketball pro, the real Pryce. And a whole bunch of other stuff that didn’t really make a lot of sense. It didn’t sound basketball-related, so the athlete had sort of already checked out. He only shrugged his shoulders in response when his coach asked him if he knew the kid.

The towering basketball player shook his head, a glimmer of amusement on his lips. It was clear it was just another fan trying to get close to him. He had to deal with them from time to time, but the team was always understanding and helpful in protecting him. “Nah, never met him before. You don’t mind keeping him away from me, do ya? Prob’ just one of those creeps or something,” he grunted with a look of disgust lingering in his eyes when he stared at the intru– the impos– the other dude. “Yo, is it cool if I get out of here, Coach? The boys and I are gonna try to get in some more practice while we’ve got time.”

And as he strolled away, Pryce could still hear the weedy, wimpy whines of protest behind him. It made sense for them to envy him. Worship him. Adore him. He had it all. And he wouldn’t have given it up for a single thing.

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When Andy heard the light knocking on his apartment door, the young man hurried over to peer through the peephole to see who was at the entrance. From the fisheye view, he could only catch a glimpse of the top of someone’s head, though the stranger quickly stepped back, revealing his short, skinny frame. It practically looked like a kid on the end, with the other man appearing almost smaller than Andy.

“I-I’ve got a package? For Andy?” A thin, weedy voice called out, holding a brown box in his hand. It was a new set of gym clothes he had ordered, although Andy hadn’t expected it to arrive until tomorrow. The small delivery man cleared his throat, a clear rasp evident in his words as he did his best to speak louder. “I, um, I forgot my pen, actually, for you to sign it. Do you mind grabbing a pen or something too?” he asked sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Feeling bad for the smaller man, especially since he was out delivering packages in this summer heatwave, Andy called back out. “Yeah, let me grab a pen. I’ll get some water for you, too. Seems like you could use a drink,” he said cheerily, doing his best to seem a bit helpful to the other man. He only got a soft stutter of appreciation as a reply, although Andy was already moving away from the door to search for the items. If he had stuck around a few moments longer, he might have heard some strange noises on the other side of the door. It sounded akin to fabric ripping and stretching, with a wispy voice deepening into a sweet, velvety rumble with some hefty bass in each grunt. The voice on the other end seemed to radiate with power and authority, nothing like the shy stammers that had asked for a pen just moments before.

As Andy made his way back toward the front door, he was surprised by the loud, heavy thumping against the wood. Each knock rattled the door, and the young man was almost worried that it would fall down. Before he had a chance to ask what was going on, he was interrupted by the booming voice of the deliveryman, who was still waiting for him.

“Yo, you comin’ back or what, dude? I’ve got places to be,” the voice growled out at him. There was another heavy thump before the letterbox flap opened. Where envelopes would usually slide in from the front door was replaced by a thick and sizable cock. The girth of the fat hog of meat was practically stuffed up against the full height of the rectangular opening, showing off a veiny, throbbing shaft that was only half-hard and leaking with precum. “I got this special package for you that needs some extra signing. I kept it nice and wrapped up for you as part of our delivery service,” the other man grunted.

Swallowing thickly, Andy carefully peeked out through the peephole once more to see what sort of man was showing off such dominance and lewd behavior. From his position, though, all he could see was a set of heavy, heaving pecs, pressed up and strained against the delivery company’s uniform. The sleeves had busted clean off, showing off boulder-sized shoulders and flexed biceps that could easily trap Andy’s head up against those sweaty pits. There was a pause between the knocking, and the young man could clearly see the other man bouncing and flexing his heavy pecs. As each mound of muscle jumped, Andy could feel his body practically aching to be used by the deliveryman. The large hunk leaned down, letting his chiseled, handsome visage come into view. There was a wolfish smirk on his lips, as if he knew that Andy was taking a peek at his impressive figure from the other side of the door.

“You gonna open up this door or what? These packages aren’t gonna sign themselves, bro.”

There was an audible click as the lock unlatched, and Andy was greeted by the towering sight of a man the size of a mountain, leaning against his doorframe with a cocky grin as he stared down at the quivering twink.

“Good boy. You’re lucky I’m the one who came to deliver your order of lingerie and thongs. The other guys wouldn’t be as gentle as I,” the large man rumbled as he tossed the small cardboard box over to Andy. On the outside was a clear label from the company, The Jock Shop, with very explicit packaging detailing what was inside. A furious blush colored Andy’s cheeks as he hid the box behind him, although the deliveryman was already stepping inside and locking the door behind him. He stared down at the other man with an amused expression in his eyes.

“No need to be shy about it. Let’s see if it fits. That is, if this fits inside of you,” he chortled as he reached down to stroke his hardening cock. It seemed Andy would have to leave the company a well-written review of their services, at least after he could think clearly again.

When his mom remarried, Tommy was excited about having siblings for the first time. He had always been an only child, and he wanted to know what it was like to have a brother or sister he could talk to. He knew it would take time to develop a relationship with his new stepsiblings and stepfather, but he remained optimistic. On paper, Chuck seemed like a great dad, raising his two boys, Adrian and Lukas, on his own while keeping a stable job. But Tommy soon learned that, while they were the perfect family for his mother, his life at home wasn’t the picture-perfect dream he had hoped for.

It seemed like the new side of his family enjoyed putting on two fronts. On one hand, Chuck was the sweetest, loving husband to his mother. He romanced her, took her out on dates, and whispered sweet nothings about the future they were building together as a blended family. Adrian and Lukas were respectful and helpful with whatever she needed, earning her praise for being such good boys. But Tommy was certainly seeing a different side of them. Whenever she wasn’t around, Adrian and Lukas would often torment him by making him do all the chores and errands they didn’t want to do. Even though he was older than Lukas, his stepbrothers had spent years pumping iron and building their bodies into absolute tanks. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, the two of them looked like they embodied the idea of toxic masculinity. It didn’t help that they would speak such vile things to Tommy in private, calling him slurs, smacking him around, and repeating the same alpha-male, conservative, pussy-slaying bullshit they heard on those manosphere podcasts. They spoke about all the women they were sleeping with, as if it were a game to them.

Bringing it up to Chuck didn’t help either. His stepfather didn’t seem to even know that Tommy existed, or care that he had these sorts of troubles. In fact, he seemed more protective of his own sons, believing that there was no wrong that they could do. It became quite clear to the young man that his stepfather had bought into the same kind of thinking his sons had. If he had to guess, Tommy figured Chuck was the one who taught them to think like this. The gruff, older man always talked about how he wished Tommy’s mom didn’t have such a wimpy kid like him and how he was a disgrace to the family. Chuck loved to point out that he was someone who didn’t even deserve to be called a “man.” He didn’t even have a name, only being called “boy” at best, or some other heinous, vile slurs whenever his mom wasn’t around to hear. It was nothing like he had expected when he had hoped for a new family.

His complaints to his mother in private only reaffirmed her belief that “her boys just needed to bond.” So, amidst Tommy’s silent protests, she had asked Chuck to bring Tommy along for the annual boys' trip they held over the summer. Since she was going out of town for a business trip, Chuck had agreed to the request. He made sure to invite along some of the guys who usually came on the trip, including their next-door neighbors. Tommy could only guess what sort of people they were as the trip approached.

The weekend was full of those “All-American” activities, with the rest of the group enjoying a roughhouse game of football, shooting guns, and swimming in the lake. Tommy was at least enjoying his privacy in the cool water, slinking away into one of the more shaded corners of the area while he watched his stepbrothers and their friends goofing off with the water jet skis. He was hoping to wait until they had all left so he could climb out of the water in peace, but then something metallic caught his eye beneath the surface. There was a silver, glimmering sheen, like a swarm of something underneath. Tommy paddled a bit closer, only to see a cluster of glimmering tadpole-like creatures circling each other in the water. The young man reached his hand out carefully, chuckling softly to himself as he watched the tadpoles slide over his fingertips. There was a thrumming, almost electric-like quality to them, but nothing that stung or hurt him. Each time one of those small, strange creatures brushed over his skin, he could feel a thought starting to emerge from the corners of his mind. It was like a bubble pressing up from the water, forming and swelling until it burst at the surface.

Sanctuary. Home. Vessels. Seeking.

It felt strange to Tommy when those intrusive thoughts surfaced. And yet, he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling or think of anything else. From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost as if his eyes had glazed over, with a silvery film causing his vision to be a bit cloudy. He hurried over to his pack of supplies, which he had brought out here with him, and grabbed his metal water bottle. With it already empty, Tommy unscrewed the cap and scooped up all of the glimmering tadpoles in one fluid motion. The vibration seemed to shift over to his head, and he found himself stumbling out of the lake and hurrying back to the cabin. He had to find a suitable place to put them so he could observe them better. Maybe he had discovered something new, some scientific discovery that could let him escape this town, so he didn’t have to be under the same roof as his alpha-driven family.

On his way to the back door of the cabin, he passed Chuck and their next-door neighbor, Frank. The two older men were busy with the grill, laying out a wide assortment of meats, including burgers, hot dogs, and steaks. There were already quite a few empty beer bottles lying around, although neither of them looked phased by the day drinking. If anything, they barely noticed Tommy stepping by, the sopping-wet young man almost making a clean escape into the house. But Chuck snapped his fingers, glancing over his shoulder from his spot in front of the grill with a narrowed gaze.

“Boy, go grab Frank and me some more beers, will ya? And pass them out for the rest of the house. I told you, you’re only allowed to stay here so long as you keep the drinks flowing.”

A brief, silent nod, and Tommy stumbled toward the kitchen. His mind was too busy thinking about the need for VESSELS and how to find someplace suitable so they could SPREAD and INFECT. He didn’t even notice that he had pulled out a fresh pack of ice-cold beers, his hands already moving on autopilot to crack off the bottle caps. He was just about to pick them up and take them outside when his eyes fell on his water bottle sitting next to the beers. Tommy didn’t even remember when he fished it out of his backpack. But his lips curled up into a small smirk at the idea of playing a little prank. Maybe there was some way he could get some revenge on all the torment he had been facing over all this time.

Carefully holding his bottle steady, Tommy poured out the lake water until one silvery creature slipped into each beer bottle. It was perfect to CORRUPT anyone who drank down TAINTED liquid now. He grabbed a few and quickly hurried out the back porch to the two men grilling away for dinner. The young man handed over the beer bottles, his silver eyes lingering on the way Frank’s chest pressed against his shirt, and his tattoos were on full display. Tommy could feel a growing hunger in his chest, in a way that was hard to explain. But the older man seemed to catch a glimpse of his gaze, and Frank’s expression narrowed in a steely look as he snatched away the cold beers from the young man.

“Keep your eyes off me. I didn’t come on this trip to be ogled at by some little freak,” Frank spat out, before turning back to the grill to hand Chuck his own bottle. The two men clinked their beers together and took a hearty swig, already ignoring and forgetting that Tommy existed. Satisfied with their lack of interest in him now, the young man quickly moved back into the house to give out drinks to the rest of the group.

There was a pulsing sensation that seemed to make his head ache and throb a bit more with each successive step he took. Tommy grunted as he grabbed the remaining beer bottles, making his way upstairs where the rest of the guys were after their water activities. Turning the corner into the hallway, the young man was quickly blocked by a broad, heavy chest that blocked his view. His eyes slowly moved up until he was staring up at Garrett, the older of Frank’s sons who lived next door. The big, beefy man stared down at Tommy with an annoyed look in his eyes, a towel wrapped around his thick waist from having just gotten out of his shower.

“Yo, Adrian! The little bitch is out here getting in my way. What, you thought you could get a glimpse of me showering, you little perv?” Garrett growled as he pushed Tommy’s shoulder. His lips curled up into a cruel smirk as the younger man stumbled backward, almost spilling the beer bottles he had in his hands. “Careful there. You better not waste the beers my dad brought for us, or I’ll make sure you lick it up off the floor.” The barely-clothed man reached out to snatch up his bottle, only staring down Tommy as he took a deep drink from it. He practically chugged down the alcoholic drink, only pulling the bottle away from his lips to let out a big, gassy belch right in the younger man’s face.

“Get the fuck out of here, before I beat you with this beer. You’re lucky I’m not as pissed off seeing your stupid face,” he spat out, shoving the empty bottle back into Tommy’s hands. Garrett brushed past him, making sure to shove the younger man with one of his boulder-sized shoulders as he spat out some more slurs while looking for Adrian. It wasn’t until the door was slamming shut behind Garrett’s broad back that Tommy let out a shaky breath of air in relief. He carefully turned around to see if the other was gone, only to be jumpscared by the sight of his older stepbrother staring daggers at him.

Storming over to Tommy, Adrian also snatched up the other beer bottle. He rolled his eyes at the smaller, wimpier form of the younger man, only taking his own sip from the beer bottle. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the bros. It’s bad enough that Dad agreed to bring you along. Just stay out of sight and stop getting in our way.”

Tommy was left standing in the hallway on his own for a moment, and the young man could only sigh once more. He hoped he could just drop the last two drinks off and hide in his room until dinnertime. With his luck, the rest of them would just forget he was there, and he could sneak some leftovers after people had gone to bed. Making his way back down to the kitchen, he stumbled onto the scene of Lukas and the younger brother of the neighbors, Milo. The two of them were practically inseparable since the trip had started, given that they were the “younguns” of the group. But given their size and level of aggression, it was hard to tell that they were younger than Tommy. The two boys had already downed the last two bottles of beer that he had spiked, grinning at him as he walked into the kitchen.

Milo raised the empty bottle, only wiggling it in his hands as he set it on the countertop. “There you are. Took your time getting to us, huh?” The cocky young man was shirtless, having spent most of the weekend showing off his muscles and complaining about how it was “too hot to put on anything.” The jock grinned as he gestured towards the empty cardboard carrier, clearly amused that there was nothing left for Tommy to drink.

“You weren’t planning on having any, right? A sissy like you probably doesn’t even know how to handle his drinks,” Milo snorted. He began walking over towards Tommy, his eyes glimmering with a devious glint. The smaller man felt like a deer trapped in headlights, his eyes widening as the taller man stalked up towards him. In the meantime, Lukas had grabbed his metal water bottle, still sloshing full of the lake water he had scooped up earlier.

The two younger men quickly flanked Tommy and gripped his wrists firmly. Dragging him over to the kitchen island countertop, the two hoisted him onto the cold, smooth surface with relative ease, despite Tommy’s attempts to struggle against it. Lukas stood over him, while Milo was keeping him pinned down and subduing his thrashing.

“Whoa, there, dude. You just looked a little thirsty after missing out on the beer. It’s your first July 4th celebration with us. Why don’t we give you something else to drink instead, so you’re not missing out?” Lukas laughed. And before Tommy had the chance to reply, his younger stepbrother began pouring out the contents of the water bottle down his throat. His eyes bulged in surprise as the influx of liquid and silver tadpoles began flooding his mouth faster than he could swallow, and Tommy couldn’t help but thrash around in response.

His eyes began to blur, black spots appearing as water poured onto his face. He could hear the snarky, snide cackles from Lukas and Milo as they had their fun with him. And then, the overwhelming pressure was gone. There was the distinct clanking of his metal water bottle hitting the tiled floor in the kitchen, followed by two thumps of bodies falling over. Tommy coughed and spluttered up some water, managing to roll over onto his side to look over the edge. On the ground, beneath him, he could see Milo and Lukas clutching at their heads, their eyes rolled back as they convulsed and spasmed on the ground. It looked as though something was BURROWING into their brains, something quite painful. But Tommy couldn’t bring himself to care. Or fear. Or panic. He wanted to, but there was a strange feeling of calm that hovered over him. As though everything was NORMAL.

And then, he felt it. The wriggle into his head. The all-familiar pop in his brain. But the bubble was stronger, heavier. A gentle knock became a full-force, bodily slam into his mind. And Tommy’s body jolted without him expecting it. His eyes bulged, his throat felt swollen, and he tried to grasp at his sudden lack of air. As his eyes began to roll back into his head, the slim man could feel something taking over. His vision began to fade to black when the BREED needed to SPREAD infection swarmed inside his HOST's head. And that was all that was left. All he was good for.

BREED.

SPREAD.

INFECT.

HOST.

VESSELS.

SEEK.

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When it came to, there were restraints pinning it down to the large mattress in the master bedroom. Searching through its memories, it recognized the room as Chuck’s. A name of importance. Relation. A father of sorts, but not for it. Taking in the sights carefully, it took a few moments for the eyes to adjust. There was so much to take in. The scents. The smells. The bright lights. And sensitivity along its fleshy skin.

Glancing up, there were six figures surrounding it, all undressed and displaying their own fleshy suits for it to admire. The sight was a welcome one, with the psychic presence and hive mind connecting them all. It wasn’t sure what expression lingered on its face, but it was clear from the position of the restraints that its fellow kin had hoisted its legs up in the air, exposing this body’s bare behind. The naked bodies highlighted each of their new hosts’ muscles, and it was clear that they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy their bodies. Each of them was stroking and pulling at their hefty cocks, a visual and noticeable fleshy organ that indicated attraction and arousal to each other. It took in each of their lustful expressions as they gazed upon its hole, and it drew names to faces from the memories.

Chuck. Frank. Adrian. Garrett. Lukas. Milo. Each and every one of them had been the source of torment for its vessel’s body. But now, they responded to it. Bowed to it. Worshipped it. Him. HIM.

TOMMY.

That was his name now. He was Tommy. He had always been Tommy. But now, someone new was in charge. And, with each of his spawn burrowed deep inside their minds, Tommy was the one they felt drawn to. Called to. He was meant to breed with them. To foster more offspring so they could spread. Infect. Overtake, until it was all under his control.

His normally slender and timid face shifted into something far more vicious and sinister. Curling and uncurling his new fingers, Tommy carefully spread his bound legs apart even wider, arching his back to entice his followers closer. There was very little that had to be said between them for Tommy to get what he wanted. And the moment he felt Adrian pushing deep into him, the creature practically mewled with delight at the thick, full feeling. Having these fleshy bodies was absolute perfection.

And as the crackle of fireworks began to spark in the night sky, the streaming lights filtered in from the window, illuminating the writhing mass of muscles, sweat, and beefiness. Tommy’s mind filled with pleasure and ecstasy as he was bred thoroughly by each of the men eager to lay their loads deep inside of him. This was perhaps the bonding he had been hoping for all this time. What he had desired. What he had craved.

He wanted it all.

And he wanted more.

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Harry groaned as he watched Andy wrap his lips around his cock, only staring at the slimmer man through half-lidded eyes. He was grateful their team had such a willing and eager waterboy to service their needs. Being the captain of the rugby team was tiring work, and he deserved ways to relax and release muscle tension. Sitting in the middle of the classroom, Harry made sure one of his other teammates had locked the door to help make sure their little session wasn’t interrupted. It would have been much easier to do this in the team locker rooms, but his teammates had needed Andy’s help with some school project or whatever. The captain never bothered thinking about stuff like that; he knew that the smaller man would always take care of his academics, so he could solely focus on getting bigger and stronger to lead their team to victory.

With one meaty paw pressing on the back of Andy’s head, Harry pushed him down until the tip of his fat cockhead was pressing against the back of the other’s throat. The larger man didn’t let up until he heard the satisfying sounds of gagging and wet, slobbering slurps from their waterboy. He smirked at the sight of the other’s reddened face from his efforts, only reaching down with his other hand to pat the sides of Andy’s cheeks.

“Careful now, you’ve got plenty more cocks to service,” Harry rumbled as he tilted his head towards the remaining guys sitting around with their shorts pulled down. His team hadn’t had a chance to shower yet, so they were still dressed in their rugby outfits, with a fresh layer of sweat and grass stains on their skin and clothes. “You’ll be a good boy and take care of the rest of the team, too, right? Just like you’ve always done.”

In the meantime, the other teammates were busy stroking and tugging at their cocks, their eyes fixated on the sight of Harry facefucking the smaller man without a care in the world. There was a hunger that lingered on their faces, and while they each sported their own throbbing erections, they knew better than to challenge the team captain when he was in the moment.

Outside the door, a simple piece of paper was plastered on the frosted glass window. It seemed like the biology study group was supposed to be meeting in this room at the same time. Although the shrimpy group of boys that had meandered into the room just an hour before was certainly nowhere to be found. There didn’t seem to be much studying happening anymore, although the hunky jocks were certainly getting their hands-on experience with human biology. If anyone had even entertained the idea that they were straight-A students who only cared about their academics, the rugby athletes would have laughed it off. That sort of thing seemed like a fantasy, another life in another universe that didn’t exist.

The captain growled as he slammed Andy’s nose against his musky crotch, making sure his matted, damp hair was filling up the younger man with his rich, pungent musk. And, without much warning, Harry’s hips bucked and jerked as he began shooting out thick globs of his cum down the other’s greedy gullet. Groaning with delight, the captain’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His deep, bellowing moans slowly came down from the dizzying climax of his orgasm, and Harry made sure to keep Andy’s head locked between his meaty thighs for a moment.

Taking in the view of the wrecked, tear-stricken face of the other man, the jock smirked at him. He didn’t bother wiping up the dribbles of cum spilling out the corners of Andy’s mouth, although his eyes lingered on the darkish tint that was mixed in with his milky-white seed.

“Plenty more to go, slut. Now hurry up; my bros are waiting.”

When you got the notification that a package had arrived at your door, you were confused by the sleek black box sitting right outside your place. You didn’t remember ordering anything, and unlike most cardboard deliveries, this one had an expensive design. You carefully brought the strange package inside and opened it. Inside was a black-and-gold envelope resting atop a few expensive items. You knew it wasn’t something you would have ordered, but the address on the box was yours.

Picking up the envelope, you ripped open the flap and pulled out a black card with gold lettering. There was a scent to the note, almost as if it were lightly spritzed with some cologne or perfume. The note didn’t offer much explanation, either about what this box was for or why it was sent to you.

From Your Secret Admirer. A Self-Improvement Box.

On the back was a scribbled phone number, clearly handwritten by whoever sent the strange gift to you. You tried calling it a few times, but whoever was on the other end didn’t seem to bother picking up. Texting the number yielded no response either, and you were left stumped about what to do with the surprise gift sitting on your kitchen table. Before you could decide anything, you looked more closely at the items inside. There seemed to be a bottle of cologne, a dark liquid glimmering back at you inside the glass. There was also a sleek signet ring, although you weren’t exactly someone who really bothered dressing up or wearing jewelry. And finally, perhaps the most expensive of the three items: a smartwatch. It looked quite minimalistic in design, like one of those fitness watches you would see on a fitness influencer or athlete to track their physical progress. And while it was tempting, you still weren’t exactly convinced that this box was meant for you.

You sighed as you picked up the smartwatch, admiring its fancy design. The metal felt cool and smooth, and for a moment, you entertained the idea of having something like it. Even if you weren’t going to use the items from the strange gift box, it didn’t hurt to imagine what it would be like. Slipping the smartwatch over your wrist, you found yourself enjoying its weight. It might have been great in another life, but right now it didn’t fit your personal aesthetic.

As you moved to remove it, you were surprised to find the device properly latched to your wrist. You grunted as you tried to pull off the new piece of techwear, but it didn’t budge. The strap stayed tight; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the watch wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried. Resigning yourself to the gift, you sighed and left it alone. Not wanting to deal with the weirdness, you closed the box and set it aside, hoping to forget about it. Whoever sent it clearly meant it for someone else, and it was best not to touch another item that wasn’t meant for you.

The rest of your day went by uneventfully. You had a few errands to run, but thankfully, you still had the whole weekend before work. As you went about your tasks, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that you were more energized and invigorated. By the time you got home, you felt an extra bounce in your step, like you could run a mile or two. Glancing down at your new smartwatch, your eyes widened at the tracked steps. You certainly got a lot done today, and the light whiff of sweat from your pits told you as much. Once home, the change felt even harder to ignore.

Making your way to the shower, you found it a bit more difficult to pull off your clothes. Maybe it was the sweat making them stick to your skin, but you couldn’t help twisting and turning your shoulders as you tugged your shirt off. Leaving your clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, you cast a quick glance at your naked body in the mirror. There were glimpses of definition there, and flexing your biceps showed off some nice peaks. You didn’t pay much attention to it, though, just posing as if it were natural. The last thought you had was that your gym workouts were really starting to show, even though you had forgotten it had been some time since you had even set foot in a gym.

It had been some of the most restful sleep you had ever had that night. The shower was soothing, and you practically dreamed of the slippery sensation of soap bubbles sliding down your back. When you blinked open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you seemed much lower than normal. Swinging your thick legs off the side, your large feet thumped along the floor. It seemed that your bed frame had broken again, but this was a common occurrence for you. You struggled to find something that could hold all of your muscular weight. For now, you would have to leave the indented mattress on the floor until you figured out something else. You sighed as you stood to your towering height, ducking your head under the doorframe out of habit. From there, you headed toward the bathroom.

Lumbering toward the bathroom, you raised your hands to scratch and rub at your meaty pecs. It was always a welcome sight to wake up and see such a delicious view each morning, with the valley between your pecs leading down to a chiseled set of abs. Of course, cutting and bulking routines were practically second nature at this point, as your physique was something you put your whole life and soul into. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror once more, your naked body on full display. Sleeping naked was really the only comfortable way for you to get good rest now. Clothes always felt restrictive, particularly when they did very little to conceal your hefty, sizeable bulge. A stray hand slid down to fondle your swaying cock as you admired your physique. It had become a bit of a morning routine, with your admiration for the hard work you put into your body.

A soft beep from your smartwatch reminded you of the brunch you were getting later with some friends. Grateful for such a convenient device, you rarely took the watch off. It felt like second nature to have it on you. As you washed up and prepared for the day, you reached over to grab some cologne to spray on. Your hands found an unfamiliar bottle, practically unopened, with the amount of black liquid still inside. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, you applied a few quick spritzes to your chest and neck. The smell was rich, dark, and musky, like bergamot mixed with leather. Your eyes widened as your brain began to register the bottle in your hand. It came from that strange box you found yesterday, though you didn’t remember taking it out and setting it in your bathroom.

Your brows furrowed at the strange mystery, but the beeping alarm from your smartwatch quickly interrupted you. You didn’t have time to think about that now; you’d have to deal with it when you got back home. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you turned to the side to let your boulder-sized shoulders and wide back through without bumping the frame. Throwing together a quick, easy streetwear outfit, you took a moment to admire how the clothes clung to your skin. The shirt was almost a crop top, so small, and you could practically see the seams starting to rip. One simple bicep flex and it would burst into a flutter of tattered fabric. Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you hurried out the door, leaving behind a deliciously thick scent.

Meeting up with your friends was always enjoyable, and you were glad that everyone had enough free time to grab a meal together and catch up. Today seemed a bit off, though, as more than one person kept complimenting the way you took care of your facial hair or how nice a tan you had. You weren’t really sure why they were so hung up about that. Your skin was a rich caramel tone, covered with a healthy dusting of coarse, dark hair. When you first met your friends, you had told them about your summers in Pakistan visiting family. The facial and body hair was an absolute must for you; there was no way you were ever shaving it off, especially when it was part of your manly, masculine appeal. While people kept pointing out the obvious, you noticed how one of your friends seemed particularly infatuated with your scent. He made small comments about how nice your watch looked or how the new cologne really suited you. His attention made the whole outing feel more charged.

He hadn’t been someone you had noticed before, really, but even you couldn’t deny the way his eyes lingered on the dark hair peeking out from under your shirt sleeve, leaving very little to the imagination with the growing sweat stain under your pits. The summer sun wasn’t exactly kind to your darker complexion as you all sat outside, and you could feel the top of your head grow warm under the rays. But a quick wipe on your forehead with the back of your hand, and you were back to catching up with your friends about what they had been up to. By then, the moment had settled into the afternoon.

Brunch ended rather uneventfully, with a few promises to meet up again soon. Your smaller friend seemed to linger back to give you a hug goodbye, and you couldn’t help but notice how his head seemed to slip up between your pecs comfortably, like a missing puzzle piece finding where it belonged. You offered him a strong, hearty squeeze, making sure to press his slim frame up against all your heat. The other man squeaked in surprise at the feeling of your flexed muscles pressed up against his backside, and he scurried away just as frantically as he appeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you scratched at your hairy chest as you made your way back home. It was finally time to just kick back and relax.

With nothing else planned for the day, you began peeling off the sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side for you to deal with later. Flopping down on the couch naked, you could still catch a whiff of the dark cologne you sprayed on this morning. Mixed in with your natural musk, the scent was actually quite overwhelming. The spiced scents flooded through your nostrils, and your eyes rolled back at the rather intense smell that rattled your brain. Dazed in the moment, your head lolled to the side to stare out at your coffee table.

There, perched upon the glass, was that simple black box. Before, you didn’t want a single thing to do with it. You hadn’t even had time to look into who it might actually belong to. But now, there seemed to be this strange pull that enticed you closer. It was like your body was moving on autopilot, with you, a passenger, watching a movie. As you pulled back the box lid, you saw the note with the phone number lying inside next to a signet ring. Pulling out both objects, you felt a sensation in your chest that made you focus more on the ring.

It was a simple, golden band with a nicely designed crest on top. It certainly looked expensive, which fit your style perfectly. Without much thought for anything else, you slipped it onto your pinky. The new piece of jewelry made things begin to click into place, like a fog of confusion lifting from your mind. In that moment, you knew that this was who you were meant to be. A beefed-up, hairy, hunk of a man that was in control of everything in his life. All the decisions, the guidance, the permission granting… it lingered in the back of your throat like a cough. Dominance never felt like a personality trait or a role you had to fill. It was just who you were as a person, and people loved you for it.

Twiddling the note between your fingers, you flipped the piece of paper over to read the hand-scribbled number on the back. In that moment, you remember why that number seemed so familiar to you. A small, knowing smirk formed on your lips as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. It seemed there was a rather naughty, needy boy who needed to understand what his role was in your new dynamic. He would have to become reacquainted with the new you, given that he did so all on his own, without your permission. You turned on your phone camera, taking a picture of your naked body. Making sure to include your heavy set of balls, hairy chest, and half-chubbed cock, you texted over the photo to the person who sent over the box. It was ridiculous that he even thought you needed self-improvement. You were perfect the way you were, like a god who decided to walk amongst the mere mortals.

get over here, boy. it seems you’ve done something without my permission again. you’ll have to earn my forgiveness.

The reply came back fired back just as quickly, a simple “Yes, Sir,” giving you all the confirmation you needed. It made no difference. If he didn’t come, it was his loss. And if he did, you would show him the fruits of his labors. Until then, you reclined on the couch and made yourself comfortable. It was going to be a long and eventful rest of the day.

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Grunting as he rolled over on his side, Thomas swung his legs over the side of the bed. There was the heavy sound of his feet landing on the hardwood floor, and the massive mountain of a man pushed his broad body to an upright position. He could catch the whiff of breakfast being made in the kitchen downstairs. His eyes glanced around the room to take in sight of the empty mattress beside him, with clear imprints of other bodies from the night before. The grizzled man rubbed at his facial hair, rumbling softly in amusement as he thought about the events from the night before. It was still fresh in his mind, but then again, he always looked forward to the weekend getaways at his cabin in the woods. It was one of the weekends when his lovers helped make him feel young again. Brushing aside the sleep from his eyes, the silver fox reached down to grab his discarded underwear. A quick whiff of his manly musk, and Thomas was stretching the strained fabric wide so he could slip his steel pillar-sized thighs into the holes. The older man didn’t bother dressing himself the rest of the way; the clothes were just going to be ripped off anyway.

Thomas thumped his way down the stairs, his broad shoulder brushing against the metal railings of the spiral staircase as he peered down to see the rest of the cabin. His eyes landed on Warren cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the other man seeming like an absolute delight in his element. He loved how cute his husband was when he got into the kitchen, as Warren loved to show off his culinary skills. Making his way over towards the bodybuilder, he leaned in to steal a kiss on the lips. “Morning, handsome. Where’s the rest of them?” he mused as he wrapped his arms around the other’s hairy chest. Giving him a gentle squeeze and a grope of those meaty pecs, Thomas grinned as he felt Warren let out an involuntary grunt of arousal.

“Out on the porch. They wanted to take the boy out for another spin before breakfast. Something about working up an appetite or so. I let them have it so long as they gave us some time with him later in the hot tub,” Warren mused as he nodded his head toward the glass door leading out to the porch. The beefy, hairy hunk of a man let his head rest on Thomas’ shoulder for a moment, his eyes fluttering shut in the comfort of his husband’s arms. It wasn’t until there was the soft crackle and pop of the eggs in the pan that he pulled away to focus back on the hearty breakfast he was making. With a group of four beefy bodybuilders, they all needed a fair amount of food to keep up all that bulk and heft that they loved.

Thomas smiled at the idea of his husband playing around with the young boy in the hot tub out back. One of the things Jeremy had suggested the two couples try for the weekend was to bring along a little toy. It had seemed like such a silly idea, as they were all far too old to be messing around with someone so young and small. They were all practically old enough to be his father, after all. But the moment they laid eyes on him, with his slim, slender frame, plump lips, and an even plumper ass to drive their fat cocks into, all the men agreed this was a welcome addition to their annual trip. Stealing a piece of bacon from the plate, Thomas made his way towards the outdoor porch to see what Jeremy and Bryan were up to with the boy. It was about time to call them back in to eat breakfast anyway.

Pulling open the glass door, Thomas walked out to see the other couple having their way with the young man. In his older age, the grizzled, silver-haired man couldn’t even remember who they decided to bring along. It was something with an A, but he figured Warren would tell him later in private. Then again, it seemed like the young man would respond to anything, like “boy” or “slut” or “bottom,” so Thomas wasn’t too pressed about learning the specifics. He leaned against the open door frame as he took in the view of the other two hunks going to town on their plaything, though.

Jeremy and Bryan had positioned themselves in an Eiffel Tower position, with the other man stuck between their flexed, tree trunk-like legs. Even from where Thomas was standing, he could practically see the veins and bulges of muscles. The other couple was heavily making out with each other, their kisses wet and sloppy as they savored the taste. It was honestly romantic seeing them so devoted to each other like this. Between the four of them, they really filled the role of the sweet, romantic types. Perhaps it was just something that they had always been craving from a young age. Still, both of them could also really lose themselves in the moment, as seen by their deep and unrelenting thrusts into the boy’s stretched-out holes. Taking in four monster cocks for a weekend couldn’t have been easy, but Jeremy and Bryan didn’t seem to mind pushing him to his limits. With one cock rammed down the younger man’s throat and the other plugging up his used-and-abused, puckered entrance, there was no way for the bottom to really get their attention to let him breathe, even if he wanted it.

Thomas admired the sight for a few more moments before he decided to relent and give the young boy some respite. Of course, at breakfast, he was going to have to kneel under the table and worship all four of their cocks. And the older man selfishly wanted the boy awake enough to bounce comfortably on his husband’s cock later in the tub. Passing out now would do them all a disservice. “Alright, boys. Finish up here. Warren’s about done with breakfast. I’m not gonna wait if you take too long,” he called out. Getting two thumbs up from the other couple, the older man turned to move back inside the cabin when his eyes caught the glow of a phone screen.

On one of the side glass tables, next to where the three men were on the outdoor sectional lounge couch, was a clump of clothes and a phone. From the size of the clothes and the unfamiliar screen, it seemed like it belonged to the twunk they dragged up for the weekend. The older man didn’t exactly mean to take a peek, but two notifications lit up the screen, prompting him to read them. Someone named ‘Rachel’ had sent over a new message, saying:

hope you’re enjoying your trip with your hometown friends! lmk when you’re back from your annual cabin trip so we can go shopping for my sister’s wedding.

Behind the notification was an image of the young man with four other boys around his age. Thomas smiled at the sight of the boy having people his age that he was friends with. It seemed like they were close, based on the lock screen photo. Surprisingly, he could see a similar visage in one of the young men if he were forty years younger. If anything, Thomas looked more like a dad to those boys in the photo.

The other notification was from the boy’s calendar, reminding him that today was Father’s Day. Thomas smirked as he turned his gaze away, moving back into the wooden cabin. In a way, the boy was certainly doing his own way of celebrating Father’s Day. It just so happened that he had four daddies to service for the rest of the trip, and the beefy bodybuilders would make sure that they enjoyed the holiday to the fullest.

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After walking past the class’s TA, Sadik knocked on the closed door to the professor’s office. He knew he had to swing by to chat with the other man about the summer research project he would be doing, and the email noted that they were to meet at this time. He wasn’t sure why there was another meeting going on, but the hoarse voice inside the office gave him permission to enter. The studious young man opened the door, walking in on the strange sight of one of his fellow classmates trying to hide his more disheveled appearance. From the looks of it, the professor didn’t seem to be around.

“...Um, sorry, but is the professor in? I was supposed to meet with him,” Sadik said calmly as he tried not to judge the sight of his classmate wiping away at his lips. It wasn’t exactly lost on him what Andy might have been doing with Duke, the hot and hunky TA in their class. While Sadik was certainly envious, he was far too busy with his studies and focus on acing all of his courses to spend time on such frivolous, inappropriate escapades, especially in the privacy of the professor’s office. The other man offered a sheepish excuse, stumbling over his words as he said the professor would be back in a few moments if Sadik wanted to wait.

Sighing, the high-achieving scholar weighed his options. He could always come back later, but he didn’t want the professor to think that he was blowing off their meeting. Or Sadik could choose to wait here with Andy, although the other man didn’t seem like he was leaving just yet. Shrugging his shoulders, Sadik stepped into the room, walking over towards the other empty chair in front of the professor’s desk. The two of them would just have to sit there until the teacher returned.

But the moment Sadik began making his way over, he could feel something dripping onto his shoulder. Confused, the young man glanced up, only to see a black, nebulous cloud of an unknown, gooey substance. It was clinging to the ceiling, much like a spider hanging off its web. Before he could utter a scream in surprise at the alien-like appearance, the slimy mixture quickly descended into his open mouth. Sadik’s eyes bulged as his body felt this cold, rubbery feeling fill up his insides. The teacher’s pet began to thrash and claw at his throat in self-defense as he felt his body lurch from the suffocating feeling. Gasping and choking as his vision began to cloud over with dark spots, the last thing he remembered seeing was his hand reaching out towards Andy for assistance. His slim, slender fingers seemed to swell and thicken to the size of meaty sausages, with a nice dusting of hair coating the backside. And then there was nothing left of Sadik.

Dr. Rahman cleared his throat as he closed the door behind him and made his way over to the desk. “Apologies for making you wait, Andy. I got caught up in some faculty business. I hear from Duke that you were hoping to raise your final grades?” the beefy man mused as he set his belongings onto the desk. He leaned against the front of it, positioning himself so that the young man was eye-level with every last curve and bulge pressed against his skin-tight slacks.

“You know, I don’t usually allow students to discuss raising their grades with me. But since you were such a good student in all my classes, I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement. Perhaps a little extra credit for you to show just how dedicated you are to the class…” Dr. Rahman mused as he rubbed at the swelling bulge before the younger man’s face. “Duke tells me a lot about how you’ve been attending his study sessions quite diligently. Why don’t you show me all the things you’ve learned, and we can see how high your final grade will go?”

The professor positioned himself comfortably against the desk as he watched the slim young man begin to unzip and fish his leaking cock out from the clothed prison. A few tender licks, and the older man couldn’t help but groan in satisfaction. He smiled as he let his student go to work on him, only glancing behind himself to push aside a few belongings on his desk to make sure nothing fell over. The older, muscular man made sure to move his nameplate aside, ensuring that it wouldn’t interfere with his more intimate conversation with his student once he bent the younger man over his desk. His eyes lingered on the golden engraving of his name for just a moment before he turned his attention back towards the bobbing head slurping away at his thick, musky length.

Dr. Sadik Rahman, Head of the Exercise Science and Kinesiology Department.

Sighing as you pushed open the door to the music store, you tried to hide the conflicted expression on your face as you walked in. Lately, things have been feeling off for you. Even though you were still young and had plenty of things going for you, life just felt empty. Waking up every morning to go to a job that you didn’t care much for was slowly sapping away at your soul, and you felt trapped. Shouldn’t life be more exciting and enjoyable than this? Weren’t you supposed to be living up your life, especially in your youth? Such thoughts kept on racing through your head as you walked through the different aisles, idly flicking through and browsing different records. One of the things you liked doing was browsing through several of the shops in the Arts District. With various knick-knacks, cool trinkets, and unique figurines, the idle window shopping was oddly soothing for you.

It was rare for you to actually want to buy something, though. That was, until your fingers flicked over a rather worn-looking record. There were quite a few in the box, all featuring the same artist. Saint Sol was the artist’s stage name, a well-known musician. He was a staple of R&B, shooting to the top of the charts when he was only in his twenties. Now, he was a well-established musician and producer, having his own label and everything. Saint Sol was practically the epitome of being a self-made man, and the idea of him achieving so much fame and fortune at such a young age made you feel a bit jealous. Of course, it was hard for someone not to be a fan of him. He was charming and suave, confident and flirtatious, and good-looking to boot. There were plenty of tabloid stories of him being a generous lover, often having several people over at once to spend the night with the Saint. Men, women, he didn’t care.

You quickly pulled out your phone and searched for him, wondering where he was now. Otherwise known as Isaiah, he was in his late 30s now, and it seemed like, aside from releasing a few albums here and there, the musician was practically coasting through life. It was practically everything you could have hoped and wanted for in your own life. Your fingers brushed over the old record cover, clearly out of place among the newer and more recent albums of his. In fact, it had an almost iridescent sheen to the record as you pulled it out to stare at it. Whoever had this before must have really beaten it up, given the bumps and grooves you felt on the backside. But at least it would make the shop owner give it to you for a reduced price, and a few moments later, you were the proud owner of your own Saint Sol record.

Bringing your newly acquired possession back home, you quickly pulled off the sleeve and placed the disk onto your record player. The only other plan you had for the rest of the day was to clean up your apartment, so some background music would definitely help get you in the mood. The smooth, sultry voice of the singer began to crackle through as you moved around the space. It was impressive just how clear his tone came through from such an old disc, to the point where you found yourself standing still for a few moments as you lost yourself in the music. Isaiah had such a sweet, melodious voice, interlaced with a deep, bone-shaking bass; it felt like you were being swayed by the songs of a siren.

You barely noticed your eyes starting to flutter shut as the disc hit a particularly scratchy track. This one still had Saint Sol’s voice floating through, but it sounded like there was something else underneath the music layer. It was like some gravely, raggedy chanting, barely noticeable. Perhaps it was just a trick on your ear, given how worn the record was. You didn’t even have time to react before you felt yourself starting to float away. Levitate, more precisely, as your perspective started to rise up in the air. Your eyes widened in surprise, and your limbs shot out in an attempt to ground yourself. But your arms and legs passed through the solid objects like nothing, and you could see yourself still standing in your apartment underneath you. With such an uncanny perspective, you glanced down at yourself to see a translucent, glowing form of yourself in place of your physical body. You couldn’t even cry or scream for help, as your incorporeal arm felt around your face for a mouth. The out-of-body experience was quickly cut short as your soul was whisked away at high speed. It felt like one of those cinematic space warps, with light, sound, and space whizzing by you in some spiritual tunnel.

The frenzied travel ended as quickly as it began, with you hovering in the air above someone else’s body. From what you could see, there were plenty of people strewn about in the room, but there was only one whose eyes you had locked onto. Underneath you, resting peacefully in his bed, was Isaiah. The man you had been fantasizing about, not just a few moments ago. It was strange to see him like this, all peaceful as he slumbered on. There was no world in which you would have ever gotten to be this close to him, let alone in the privacy of his bedroom. But here, floating over him like this, you could practically reach out and touch him without anyone knowing. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to enjoy the strange experience. Without a clear explanation as to what was going on, you figured this was the one-in-a-lifetime chance for you to meet the man who seemed to be living all of your dreams.

As your hand reached down to shake Isaiah’s cannonball-sized shoulders, a pulling force seemed to drive your body forward. Your eyes widened in surprise as your spiritual hand was sucked inside the musician’s body. And before you could even brace yourself for impact, the rest of your body began to tumble forward. The last thing you caught a glimpse of was your face landing right into Isaiah’s handsome mug, and everything went black.

It took a few moments for you to gather your bearings, only dwelling in the darkness. This all seemed like such a strange dream, something that you were bound to wake up from. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you blinked blearily as a wave of exhaustion seemed to settle onto you. There was just the sight of a rather lavish chandelier and bedroom ceiling above you. Flexing your hand carefully, you could feel the smooth texture of silk sheets and a plush pillow behind you. The feeling of something tangible and textured made you push yourself up a bit higher. And then things seemed to click into place for you all at once.

You only had a few moments of staring down at it before, but from your new field of view, there were a pair of heavy-set, muscled pecs staring back at you when you looked down. It almost covered the view of your clearly defined abs, with the last few muscles peeking out between the valley formed by your chest. You could see some aged tattoos on your dark skin, with fresher ones trailing along your arms and hands. A soft noise of surprise slipped from your lips as you naturally brought up your right arm to flex. The peaks of muscles that popped up when you showed off your bicep were intoxicating, to the point where it almost felt like second nature for you. The new position of your arm also offered up a fresh waft of your musk underneath your pits. It was ripe, but smelled more of testosterone and manliness than anything else. That, mixed with some cologne dotting your chest, caused your body to twitch in mild arousal at your scent. You brought one of your meaty hands up to rub and trace at your face, getting a feel of a chiseled jawline and a neatly trimmed beard. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened, and you didn’t need a mirror to realize whose body you were inhabiting.

Before you had the chance to jump up in surprise or panic at the idea of inhabiting the famous artist’s life, you watched as two bodies began to stir next to you. By your sides were two rather beautiful and stunning women, each equally naked and staring back at you with lust in their eyes. “Morning, handsome… Waking up early without us already?” they purred as they began to pepper your neck with teasing kisses. Their manicured hands roamed over your muscles, exploring every inch of your new body for you. The feeling of their nails brushing over your pert nipples caused you to groan ever so softly. There was that thick, rich, velvety tone that everyone had grown to love.

Your moments of enjoyment with the duo were quickly interrupted by the stirring of someone underneath the cover. A third head carefully peeked up at you, a small and slim body positioned comfortably between your broad, beefy thighs. This time, it was a foxy-looking twink, whose eyes never left yours as his head dipped down to press his nose up against your cock and balls. There was a deep inhalation, and as far as you could tell, the other man’s rolled-back eyes clearly indicated just how much he loved your scent. His slender fingers began to tease and work at your cock, and you could only marvel at the size of your new package even when soft. There was nothing small about Saint Sol, it seemed, and you were getting the full experience firsthand. You shuddered as one of the busty babes began to kiss you, letting her tongue slip inside of your mouth as the other guided your hands onto her breasts. In the meantime, the young man was licking and teasing along your leaking cock slit, swiping up any stray droplets that started to spill from your hardening cock.

The sensual and erotic moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the bedroom door, although none of your partners seemed too bothered to stop what they were doing. The door opened to reveal a rather beefy, hulking man, who seemed to be just as broad-shouldered as Isaiah. He smirked at the sight of you sprawled out and naked on the bed, only pulling out his phone to tap away on it.

“Seems like you’re still having some fun from last night. I take it you’ll want me to push back the meeting for the afternoon then?” he mused as he didn’t glance up from his screen just yet. Unsure what was happening still, you could only offer up a soft grunt in agreement and approval as one of the ladies let her tongue suckle on one of your hardening areolas.

“You’re lucky you’ve got me as your assistant, dude. Going from your personal trainer to bodyguard and now the one who manages your whole life? I’m expecting a big raise this year,” the large man said with a laugh as he slipped his phone away. His eyes lingered on the stiffening mast between your thick thighs, with the small twink struggling to slip it inside his mouth. His slobbering efforts left growing trails of saliva trailing down your veiny shaft. It was a beautiful view, with your slicked-up, big black cock waving in the air like a mast. It was clear that your assistant was enjoying the view as well, with the growing bulge in his slacks showing just how aroused he was.

“...But I’ll settle for a little morning fun for now,” he mused as he began to strip out of his clothes, his eyes landing on yours with each button being picked apart from his dress shirt. “...Perhaps we can push everything out tomorrow. I don’t remember getting the invitation to join last night,” he chuckled as the naked man began to climb into bed with the rest of you.

The last thing you could remember before losing yourself in the orgasmic bliss of your companions was how much things were starting to look up for you. There didn’t seem to be any problems of being stuck in a rut anytime soon, at least.

Summertime was always a great time for travel, and you had decided to do a little solo traveling this year. It was a bit cliché, but there was a reason why people loved going somewhere warm and tropical this time of year. You had made yourself comfortable at a nice hotel, the building facing the ocean and beach. For now, you had opted to avoid the blazing sun by sitting at a nearby bar on the beach, sipping your drink, and watching the calm scene around you.

Your solitude was interrupted by a young man strolling in, his sharp and cocky tone cutting through the calming sounds of the rolling waves. From what you could tell, he was clearly someone with money, dressed in designer clothes while talking on his phone. He looked like one of those viral social media influencers, boasting about how great the hotel was. In a self-shot video, the young man gestured to the bartender to make him a drink and complained that he shouldn’t have to pay because he was giving the bar exposure.

To his credit, the bartender didn’t engage with the other man’s dramatic, bratty behavior. He only shrugged and continued making the drinks as requested, though it was clear he was just as displeased with the latest guest as you were. When the young man turned away to film the beach and tell his followers they should come later in the day to “avoid seeing all these dumb losers ruining the view,” you couldn’t help but feel a flash of annoyance and anger rise in your chest as you watched his camera pan over you. Turning to face him, you opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly fixated on the bartender’s smirk. Instead of the suave, charming smile he had given you when you first arrived, this one seemed far more sinister and devious. He made direct eye contact with you, offering a wink before he pushed the sparkling drink over to the yapping man.

“Here. Our house-special cocktail. I’m sure you’ll find that it’s quite life-changing, or so our patrons have said. On the house.”

The influencer grinned as he grabbed the glittering liquid, moving to take photos and videos of the pretty cocktail. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. VIP guests like myself should get VIP treatment, you know?” He didn’t bother thanking the bartender, only raising the glass to down all the contents in one ungraceful swallow. Rather than savoring the tastes, you watched as the other man chugged the cocktail. The liquid was perhaps more than he expected, though, and the young man belched at the bartender in response. “Anyway, don’t be so stingy next time, dude. When your shop blows up from my followers, you can thank me later.”

The interaction left you with a vile taste in your mouth, and you couldn’t help but wonder how these types of people even existed. It never hurt anyone to be a little kinder and have more respect for each other. But it seemed like all the wrong people would get famous these days. Shaking your head once more, you offered the bartender a small smile in apology for the other patron’s behavior and tipped him accordingly for your drink. You still had some time to kill before your spa and massage appointment, so you figured you could salvage the last moments of your ruined beach experience by savoring the smell and feel of the sea breeze on your face. But just as you settled back into the quiet, a loud thunk beside you broke the moment.

Glancing over in annoyance, you were surprised to see the influencer’s head sprawled out on the bartop, his eyes glazed over, and his words slurring. The bartender, on the other hand, hardly seemed fazed by the drunken display. Instead, he glanced over at you with a wide smile as he gestured toward the half-conscious man. “Looks like he couldn’t handle his liquor. Would you mind taking him back to his room? Leaving him here is pretty bad for business.”

You tried to explain to the shirtless hunk that this dude wasn’t your friend, but the bartender had already turned to a couple who had walked up for drinks. Sighing, you resigned yourself to lugging the slim man back into the hotel as a kind gesture after all the verbal abuse he had slung at the bartender. It wasn’t out of obligation or even the kindness in your heart; you just felt as though you had to do it.

With one of his arms draped over your shoulders, you gripped his waist as you hoisted him from the chair and walked him away. He was still awake enough to walk, albeit with some stumbling and slurred words. You had also fished his wallet out of his pocket, thankful to find his hotel room card in it. It looked like the little rich man was going all out for his trip, with a presidential suite card lodged between his thick stack of credit cards. You hauled his sloppy, drunken ass over toward the suite elevators, flashed the room card toward the security guards, and headed up in a private elevator toward the penthouse-like floor. Along the way, you could hear the influencer struggling to form words, mumbling that something was wrong or that he felt off. His incoherent words were interlaced with the smell of hard liquor as he burped and belched out noxious fumes with every few steps. But then again, no one ever felt normal when they were drunk on alcohol. You wondered how much liquor the bartender put in that special cocktail to get the brat so drunk.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a rather opulent and fanciful suite just for the two of you to stumble into. In any other world, you would have taken the time to admire and explore all the parts of the suite that you wouldn’t normally see on your vacation trips. But time was of the essence, and with the stranger still slurring his words next to you, you dragged him off to the bedroom to toss him onto the bed so he could sleep it off. Thankfully, he felt surprisingly light and easy to carry as you pulled him away from the beach. In fact, as you looked at his crumpled form on the mattress, he looked… smaller than usual. Not in size but in weight. As though he was… deflating.

There was a moment where the two of you seemed to lock eyes, and for a moment, you could catch a glimpse of both fear and confusion in his face about what was happening. And then, the influencer’s cheeks seemed to fill up with air. He exhaled another long-winded burp, a final outburst of air as the rest of his body began to sink in on itself. Much like an air mattress being broken down, the other man’s slim frame was shrinking and collapsing until he was nothing left but a skin suit. Carefully reaching out to poke at his skin, you couldn’t help but marvel at the rubbery texture that reminded you of some body suits or compression clothes. This sort of stuff only happened in stories you’d read online, but there was no doubt this was actually happening in real life, right?

Reaching over, you gingerly pressed on the other man’s sunken chest, watching the skin shift and mold around your touch. A thought lingered in your head, something you couldn’t shake. Why let these shitty people have it all when this could be your life instead? Full of fame and fortune and a hot, tight body, you could pilot this person’s life better than they ever could. You still had their wallet, and fitting into their life could be relatively simple if you had everything you needed. Flipping through the cards, you managed to catch an ID: Ricardo was their name, or rather, your new one.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stripped yourself and the deflated skin suit down so all the clothes were tossed aside. You didn’t want to second-guess yourself about getting what you wanted, and it seemed like this vacation was the start of a new life. Reaching down, you stretched the influencer’s mouth open and pulled the stretchy skin wide enough to slide one of your legs into the opening. It was a tight fit, with the twink being a few sizes smaller and more shredded than you were used to. But as you wriggled your leg further down, it adapted and fit until there were no noticeable bulges. Each twitch of your leg seemed to correspond with Ricardo’s own leg, and the difference between you and him was practically impossible to notice as you flexed your thigh.

You began sliding the rest of your body into that skin-tight suit, only grunting at the effort of getting the twink’s body around yours. The sweat from the effort provided some lubrication, making it slide on more easily. It wasn’t until you pulled the last bit of the influencer’s head over your own that your vision went dark for a few moments. Then you slowly blinked your eyes open, finding yourself sprawled naked on the large mattress. Groaning, you rubbed at your face, wiping away at your dazed expression as if you had awoken from a long night of rest. And then, everything began to hit at once.

It came in waves, slow and gentle, like the water on the shore. Memories of Ricardo’s life began to seep in, mixing in with the ones you had before. Taking over his life and living as him was certainly easier with all this information. But you were far more interested in exploring the more physical aspects of your new life. Slim, slender hands roamed over your body as you traced over muscles that you didn’t have before. Ricardo was definitely smaller and shorter than you had been before, but the tight and shredded frame was something you could get used to.

Your hands slid over your nipples, your back arching at the sheer sensitivity that jolted through your body from the mere touch. Your teasing touches continued to wander until you were palming at your half-chubbed cock. This was certainly a welcome upgrade from before, and it seemed Ricardo’s body thrived on sensitivity. Even a couple of flicks and some gentle pawing with your thumbs caused the lengthy dick to leak a few droplets of precum from the slit. The flared, reddened cock head was practically screaming for you to play with. But in your half-addled, lustful mind, you decided that there would be plenty of time to enjoy your new body for the rest of the trip.

That being said, there was still that appointment you had to make! Although Ricardo would definitely go all out for a spa and massage appointment, you’d have to see if they would give you a day-of upgrade. Roaming around the lavish suite, you found a nice array of swimwear, tight clothes, and other slutty outfits to put on. Before, you wouldn’t have ever dreamed of putting on something so exposing like this. But now? This was all yours, and you didn’t have any problem flaunting what you had now. Strolling over to the bathroom mirror to start dressing, you fished out your phone and unlocked it to film a little video of yourself. Now that you were in control, a new man was in charge. Ricardo’s followers would see just how restful his vacation was for him.

As for you, it seemed there wasn’t anything left for you to worry about. Perhaps you could pay the bartender a visit later and give him a taste of the new and improved Ricardo as a way of showing your thanks for your brand-new life…

Want to know what Andy has wished for? Check out the master post here!

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“Fuck, that was good, man,” Duke groaned as he stared down at the student who knelt between his legs. He probably shouldn’t have done this in the professor’s office, but the TA didn’t know where the older man had stepped out to, and he really needed to drain his balls for a second. From the looks of it, with his cum still dribbling down the corners of the other man’s lips, it didn’t seem like the boy he was tutoring minded that much either. He leaned back to rest his fat ass cheeks against the front of the wooden desk, careful not to disturb the papers and items strewn about on the professor’s desk. At least it was a private enough space for the two of them to do something as salacious as this. But then again, Duke couldn’t really resist a good blowjob, especially when the other was so willing to let him facefuck him like crazy.

Moments before the beefy hunk reached his climactic orgasm, he had been sitting on the other side of the desk, going over Andy’s final grades. Previously known as Dr. Kensington, the cantankerous, grumpy old professor of architecture had been dealing with all the last-minute requests from his students pleading for him to bump their grades up. It had been a drastic waste of his time, because if they were any good at studying, passing his class should be a piece of cake. It hadn’t been lost on the professor that they always spoke so negatively about him behind his back, and that the students always dreaded being placed in his section. When it came to those desperate pleas, Dr. Kensington didn’t plan on treating Andy any differently.

“I’ll tell you what I told everyone else before. The grades are final. I’m not handing out any extra credit or anything to bump up that curve. If you wanted a better grade, you should have paid more attention in class and studied harder for the exams. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got plenty to do before–” The pudgy professor’s words had been cut off in that instant. There was very little that the old man remembered in those moments. In one instant, a frenzy of thick, viscous liquid started flooding into his every orifice. Ears, nose, mouth. It felt as though he had been suffocating in something slimy and gooey. His muffled words and noises of protest quickly morphed into moans of pleasure and grunts of arousal. Even when he had trouble getting hard these days at his age, the professor was distinctly aware of his tiny pecker stiffening up in his khakis. His eyes bulged as he stared back at his student's shocked expression, and the last thing he remembered was how his body felt so large and full. He felt like he was practically bursting at the seams, with how much goo was sliding down his throat. A slight tilt of his head caught a glimpse of his arms and thighs bursting out from his formal clothes, and his view was obstructed by a swelling of pecs pushing up from his chest before it all faded to black.

Duke was pretty used to having sex with the students he TA’d for if they were looking extra cute and fuckable. Andy was no exception, and even though the young man had come in looking for the professor, the beefcake wasn’t going to pass on such a perfect opportunity to have a private moment alone. It was good enough to warrant the TA tapping his number into Andy’s phone so he could “give him some extra private tutoring sessions later.”

“Anyway, you probably have better luck changing your grade with the professor whenever he comes back,” the red-headed hunk said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He was busy tucking his slicked cock back into his shorts. The stained pouch of his jockstrap reminded him that he had to do laundry later this week, and the view of his half-hardened cock twitching after blowing a fresh load only reminded Duke just how horny and virile he was all the time. “I gotta run, dude. But I’m sure the professor will swing by later if you wanna keep waiting. He’s pretty easygoing, though. I’m sure you’ll find a way to get your grades up in no time with him.”

Thanks in advance, I know i can trust you ✨☺️. Make my sacrifices worth for my crush

It had been hard for you to watch your roommate struggle with his confidence and self-esteem. Anyone would feel bad comparing themselves to the people on social media. The culture was all about putting your best image forward, and his feed was full of hot Instagram models, fitness influencers, and bodybuilders. No matter how much you tried to encourage him, he never seemed to believe you. He always talked about wanting to be the biggest, buffest guy in the room, and he had long been self-conscious about his slimmer frame. The jocks around campus gave him a hard time for that, too.

You were rather invested in his happiness, though, given your crush on him. For you, it was his sweet, charming personality that drew you in. There was a sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about the things he was passionate about, and the dimples in his cheeks whenever he smiled and laughed. It hurt you to see him feeling so insecure about his own body, so you decided to do whatever it took to fulfill his dreams. What you hadn’t expected was how that decision would lead from hope to something far stranger than either of you could have known initially.

As you looked up ways to quickly help your crush beef up his body and gain some muscles, you came across an occult-looking website online with a spell to help boost one’s masculinity. It was probably nothing, just a silly hoax to make people think dark magic was real. But you didn’t have any other ideas on how else to help your roommate, so you offered to cast the spell on him. On the website, you had seen a line of text under the magic script for the masculinity spell. It mentioned how the magic would require the caster to be close to the one they cast the spell on for it to be permanently effective. That detail stayed with you as you decided to try it anyway, even as a part of you secretly, selfishly hoped it would mean you and your crush would never have to be separated.

Setting your crush down in the center of the locker room, you informed him of some stupid spell you had found online and wanted to try something out with him. The spell needed to be cast in a room chock full of masculinity, and there was nowhere better than the sports teams’ damp and musty locker rooms. After a little coaxing and gentle reassurance that this was just for fun, you began to recite the words on the printed-out piece of paper you had. The words were odd to say, with some combination of clunky Latin and old Gaelic words, but you managed to stumble your way through. The two of you were left staring at each other, anticipating something to actually happen.

But just when enough time had passed, and you both agreed this magic wasn’t actually real, you felt a strange shiver run through your body. A soft gasp of surprise, a grunt of discomfort, and you found yourself shrinking in size rapidly. Your roommate let out a noise of surprise, stumbling forward as if to catch you. But your body had quickly morphed, compressing in on itself until you were a slender, silver chain. You felt a warmth along your metal backside, piecing together that you were in your crush’s hands. And though you had no more eyes or ears, you could still see and hear your roommate quite clearly. You could hear him panicking and stressing over the strange transformation that he saw before his very eyes. But surprisingly, you felt quite at peace with your new situation. A pulse of heat seemed to radiate around your body, and you heard your crush’s panicked tone slowly morph into a more curious and entranced state of mind.

“...B-But maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if I just tried you on for a second. A-And then we’ll figure out what to do next…”

It was surely the magic’s doing, as far as you could tell, but you didn’t mind the idea of being worn by your crush. The idea actually excited you, despite the fact that you were nothing more than a magical necklace. You could feel energy pulsing around you as your roommate unclasped you and refastened you onto his slim neck. Just being up close and personal to him and his body heat made you tremble with delight, knowing that this was just how things were meant to be. The magical energy seemed to transfer from your body onto his, and you could only witness a miraculous transformation you hadn’t seen before.

Right at that moment, the group of jocks that loved to bully your friend strolled into the room. From the looks of it, they had just finished up some team practice and were still ripe with their sweat and musk. But the moment they laid eyes on your roommate, they began stalking towards him with a vicious and dark look in their eyes. Both you and your friend tensed, and the magic around him started to swell. Then, like a bubble being popped, a burst of energy seeped forth when their hands came too close to your friend’s body.

The process was like witnessing a man being formed into a god. Everything that you had thought you knew about your crush was being quickly flipped on its head as the magical energy rushed back and seeped into his body. His bony, bumpy shoulders quickly swelled and pulsed to the size of cannonballs, and his arms soon followed suit. A swelling growth began rolling through his body as he let out a low moan of pleasure. You realized that your vantage point was starting to rise as his pecs inflated like two water balloons. There was a sizable and comfortable shelf for you to rest on. With his neck also thickening and hardening like a steel column, you were positioned nice and tight against his smooth body. There was no chance of you getting yanked off now; your position was quite secure on his beefy torso.

There wasn’t much else you could see from your angle, but you could hear your friend’s deepening voice describe the rest of his newly jacked body. Cobblestone abs, thighs that could crush a watermelon, a back the width of a door, and a pair of heavy, swaying balls with a thick cock. His growing hands groped and squeezed his muscles, a stark contrast to the skinny self he had been moments before. His sausage-like fingers reached down to tweak and tug at his nipples. Whatever the spell had done, it had turned your crush into a walking sex god.

“H-Holy shit…” he gasped after taking a moment. You could see his handsome visage gazing down at you, although he was almost unrecognizable for a second with that chiseled jawline and sharp, model-like features. “Did… did you do this?” he murmured softly as he raised up the lowest part of your chain so he could get a better look at you. The deep, rumbling bass of his voice caused the rest of your chain to rattle a bit in response.

The two of you were interrupted by low, trembling whimpers from the rest of the room. Looking out, you were stunned to see the formerly beefy, muscular jocks drained of all their muscle and masculinity. Some were still deflating like wimpy balloons, while others clutched at their skinny bodies. If your crush had been skin and bones before, it was nothing compared to how small and frail the bullies were now. They could only gasp and stammer as they tried to process their rising shame, embarrassment, and surprise.

“I guess the spell worked… I didn’t… want you to become like this, though,” he said softly, his eyes softening with appreciation and sadness that you had given yourself up for his deepest dreams. “I… I won’t forget this. Or you. We’re together now, for good. I’m… going to take this gift and live this life for the both of us. And we’re going to try to find a way to bring you back, too.” He was still as sweet and loving as he had always been. There was a glimmer of both your agreement and your adoration in the reflection of your metallic surface, and it seemed your message had reached him. Bringing you to his lips, your friend pressed a gentle kiss onto you, silently vowing to live up to your expectations.

And lived up to them, he did. He’s still going strong in the pursuit of finding a way to bring you back. Until he has better clues and leads, your friend has been using his new body to the maximum. Lifting at least twice a day, he is dedicated to becoming even beefier and bulkier with the added help. His newly minted scent is an intoxicating aphrodisiac for any man who catches a whiff of his pheromones. He quickly learned that on the day of his first transformation, when desperate nerdy twinks swarmed him with the need to worship his beefy body. Now, it is hard for him to go through the day without bending over four or five guys at their requests. The changes in his life never changed who he was, though. With a newfound boost in confidence and strong self-esteem, his sweet and charming self really shines through.

Of course, there’s no reason to tell you this. You already know all this! There isn’t a moment when your man would ever take you off his body, and every night he presses a soft kiss on you to show you how much he’s thinking of you. While things might not have turned out how you had hoped, it felt like the two of you were closer than ever. And who would trade that feeling for anything else?

When your lanky roommate came home from his job at the research facility, he boasted about some brand-new finished product that he had spent months developing. You hadn’t really given it much thought. Of course, you were thrilled that he had finished his work on this supposed new product that was going to “revolutionize the world,” in his words, but it sounded like the same sort of thing he had been saying every day. Still, you weren’t going to rain on your roommate’s parade, especially when he was thrumming at the idea of “moving on to human subjects” and mentioning under his breath that he might be the “lucky one to test it out.”

Out of curiosity, you had asked him what his project was about. He had pulled out his phone to show you a company-directed video about the “Male-tamorphosis Drug,” a new initiative designed to help combat male baldness, muscle atrophy, erectile dysfunction, and all sorts of other medical conditions. From the way your roommate was brimming with excitement, and from the computer-generated graphics showcasing a skinny man bulking up with muscles as though he had spent years pumping iron at the gym, you made the reasonable guess that the drug had far more use than what the video talked about.

So when your roommate said he was going to step out for the evening to grab dinner and some drinks with his co-workers to celebrate their new success, you found yourself sneaking into his bedroom and eyeing the small, medicine-like container placed in the center of his desk. It felt as though the drug had been set out for you, practically inviting you in to try it out yourself. As you picked up the container, the small, singular pill inside clinked against the plastic edges, barely illuminated by the warm light from the lamp.

Popping off the cap, you peered inside and dumped the singular pill onto the palm of your hand. It looked like candy, a light-brown pill that could easily be mistaken for an M&M. In fact, the more you convinced yourself that it was just candy, the easier you felt yourself being swayed that this completely untested, unfamiliar drug was fine to take. The rational, logical side of you knew that this was a complete mistake, for several reasons. First, it was completely experimental, and who knew what side effects might result from this magical creation. And of course, there was the fact that you were practically stealing from your roommate. This wasn’t yours to take, and he definitely hadn’t given his permission for you to come in and try out the product of his hard work.

But the glint of light shining off the smooth, brown pill was all it took for you to pop it into your mouth, and you quickly swallowed it down with very little time to regret your decision. The pill had a surprisingly sweet taste, almost like rich, velvety chocolate. If your roommate found out about what you did, there was no way he was going to forgive you. Perhaps he could at least be willing to understand if you came clean about swallowing up his lifelong work. Panic sank in at the thought of him walking in on you and catching you after what you had done. Since there was still some time before he would be back from dinner, you quickly began to make sure that everything was in the right place just as you had seen it. It was better to leave no trace of your crime in his room and deal with the consequences afterward, if he suspected you.

Tucking the empty medicine container into your pocket, you began making your way out of the room so you could retreat to the privacy of your own space. You planned to just play video games or watch some TV for the rest of the night, hoping that it would be a simple enough alibi for your roommate not to notice anything. But as you made your way back toward the doorway, your eyes caught a glimpse of yourself in the full-length body mirror in the corner. You would have normally hurried past, but something in your reflection seemed to catch your eye.

​You stared at yourself with a raised brow, carefully rubbing at your jawline with a curious expression. The person in the mirror followed your movements, and it certainly looked like you, but something felt… off. Stepping closer to the mirror, you leaned in to examine the reflection. When was the last time you had facial hair? And a jawline that looked like it could cut through a diamond? Your mouth started to open in surprise, only gasping to yourself as the light and sparse patches of hair quickly unfurled into a thick and dense forest of jet black hair, creating an itchy sensation over your cheeks and upper lip. The reflection had a full-on beard, something that you could never have achieved in your lifetime, no matter how much you had dreamed of it. While the dark hair looked a bit out of place in contrast to the rest of your body, your fingers were too busy exploring the dense stubble that pricked at your fingertips.

“Whoa… it really works!” you whispered softly to yourself, turning your head to the sides to marvel at the beard. Amid your surprise and admiration, you watched as your reflections shifted once more. Like a pulse of energy running through the rest of your body, your hair and eyebrows darkened to the same pitch-black, until your face matched. Marveling at your new changes, you were quickly distracted by the sudden stretching and ripping sound coming from the rest of your body. A quick glance down at yourself confirmed the strange noise, with your clothes bursting and fluttering down around you in ripped tatters. The scraps of fabric barely clung to your body as you swelled up, much like a balloon becoming filled with air.

But there was nothing soft about you anymore. Pounds of thick, meaty muscle bubbled up from your skin, drawing it tight like a leather suit over mounds of pure beef. You continued to stare as a light dusting of dark hair covered the rest of your body, leaving you standing in your roommate’s room with a ripped body and even more ripped clothes. Turning your head to the side as you raised one of your beefy biceps up for a flex, you caught a strong whiff of your musk, trapped underneath a freshly damp mat of armpit hair. Rank with your sweat, your eyes rolled back at the thick smell of a man who spent most of his time building up his body.

The smell must have done wonders for you, though, as your head began to empty and clear itself of any thoughts beyond lifting and bulking up. All the things you used to know before, the knowledge you had from school, the experience you had from your job, quickly seeped out of your brain and traveled down to your cock. With each passing second, the last remaining strips of clothing, desperately trying to grant you some modesty, were quickly being pushed aside. Your formerly modest cock and balls were quickly swelling up to something of enviable proportions, and even you knew, in your half-addled, gooned-out state of mind, that no matter what sort of shorts or pants you put on, a sizeable bulge was going to be pressed tight against the fabric.

Reaching down to feel up your heavy cock as it slapped against your tree-trunk-like thighs, you used both hands to pump and stroke it slowly. Each pull drew out a long, low rumble from your heaving chest, your swelling pecs bouncing as you found a nice, steady rhythm to pleasure yourself to. Droplets of precum began to slip out from your cock slit, splattering onto your roommate’s bedroom floor. You marveled at the sight of yourself in the mirror, flexing and posing your newly gained muscles with each pump. The sensual mirror display you were putting on left you distracted as your skin began to darken, revealing a healthy tan beneath the coating of dark hair. Years spent indoors, sitting at a desk in front of a screen, were quickly replaced by years of farm and fieldwork. Memories of the blazing sun beating down on your broad back and bulky shoulders left you working up a sweat, and your tongue slipped out from your lips as you touched your sweat- and oil-slicked body.

You were too distracted by the new changes to hear your roommate close the front door. All that was on your mind was hitting that moment of pure ecstasy and climax, and the impending orgasm was starting to build in your loins. Your deep, throaty moans covered up the sounds of footsteps approaching the bedroom door, and it wasn’t until you heard the sharp exclamation of surprise that you glanced over to greet your dorky roommate.

“What the fuck, man?! What the hell are you doing in my room? Who the hell are you?!”

That seemed like such a dumb question to you, especially when your roommate was supposed to be the smart one between the two of you. It was the whole reason you opted to stay with a nerd like him. He made good money to help pay the rent, and you always left the boring logistical stuff to him. People typically did things for you as a favor just to catch a whiff of your scent or a sly grope of your bouncing pecs, and you were happy to oblige so long as you didn’t have to deal with all that boring smart people shit. You flashed a toothy grin at the smaller man as your face contorted into a doped-out, pleasured expression.

“O-Oh, fuck, bro. Why’d you gotta walk in on your roomie like that? I’m fuckin’— so fuckin’ close, man!”

The sharp yell of pleasure was the only warning your roommate got before you unleashed your full, pent-up load. It had been days since you really got yourself off, so your cum shot out with a high and forceful arc. Spouting out from your throbbing, veiny pole, the white ambrosia landed over the other man’s shirt, leaving a nice, healthy splatter that began to seep into the fabric. If neither of you knew any better, it practically looked like he had spilled a full cup of milk over himself.

“What the…? What the fuck?! Get the hell out of my room! This is so disgusting, how can you– Why are you—”

You stared at the shrimpy man as he floundered with his words. The angered expression on his dorky face began to morph from disgust into curiosity with a hint of arousal. Judging by the small tent in his pants, it wasn’t surprising to you that he was attracted to a beefcake like yourself. You smirked as you sauntered over, leaving your naked Arab body on full display for him. His eyes seemed to glaze over the closer you got, and his nose seemed to tilt down towards the cum-splatter on his shirt.

“Smells…. so good…” the lanky nerd mumbled as he stumbled forward, landing on his knees so that he was eye-level with your dripping cock. Grinning as you took in the dazed expression on his face, you gripped the base of your cock and smeared some of your leftover cum over his lips, making sure to coat it with your spent seed. “Tastes… like chocolate, man…” he mumbled softly.

You placed one of your hairy mitts on the back of his head, carefully guiding his mouth forward until his pretty, pink lips were wrapping around the fat head of your cock. “I know, right? Tastes amazing, bro. You really outdid yourself this time,” you chuckled dumbly as you let your eyes flutter shut at the warm and wet sensation of his throat. Bucking your hips forward a bit, you made sure to slide in a few extra inches until your nerdy boytoy was spluttering with saliva and your cum dribbling down the corners of his mouth. “You always know how to help me feel good after a good pump sesh, man. Love havin’ you around to help a bro out.

As both of you lost yourselves to the dizzying pleasure of arousal and orgasmic bliss, neither of you noticed the patches of hair starting to grow on your roommate’s chin, or the roots of his hair darkening to an inky-black color. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, a glimpse of a shadow as he swallowed up every last droplet of your cum. But you were too far gone to care about all that big thinking stuff anyway. Best leave that for those smart people at the lab.

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Danny couldn’t help but admire the view of himself as he flexed and posed in front of the bathroom mirror. He made sure to capture all the right angles, showing off his muscles and his hefty bulge. The man grinned as he groped at his swelling cock through the stretched fabric. It was hard not to be so infatuated with the heavy feeling of his pole just aching to burst out. Thankfully, the bathroom lighting was decent enough for him to snap a few more pics to put up on Grindr later if he was feeling extra horny that night. As someone with such a high sex drive as himself, Danny didn’t see any reason to hold himself back. It was why their whole friend group agreed on having Smash or Smash night twice a week at Andy’s place. With all of them needing to get themselves off, it helped to have a personal bottom for the rest of them to stuff their loads into.

Tucking his phone away, the jock swaggered out of the bathroom to take in the view of the rest of his friends sprawled out in the living room. It looked like there was another fierce match going on, with Tariq, Jamal, and Angelo. The three of them were busy duking it out against each other in a free-for-all Super Smash Bros fight, with each of their brows knit tightly together as they locked in. With all three of them sitting side-by-side on the couch, the view was almost comical if Danny didn’t know any better. Their broad shoulders and backs almost covered up the TV screen from behind, but they were quite used to being next to each other in close quarters. Despite them having different hobbies, the group always met up to lift and pump iron together. The only exception was Andy, who was often too tired with his back blown to even leave his apartment. Of course, when it came to Smash or Smash nights, all bets were off. The agreed-upon rule was that whoever was first and second in each match got to have a go with their little slut of a friend. It was really the only reason they all kept him around in their friend group anyway; Andy didn’t really fit in otherwise, besides helping the guys get off.

In the corner, Marcus and Joey were busy plugging up both ends of Andy, with the jocks making sure the small man’s mouth and cheeks were spread wide to take in their thick lengths. It was clear who won the last round then. From the looks on their faces, it seemed like their pass-around bottom was doing a good job pleasuring them. Marcus’ fingers were gripping the other man’s hair tightly as he roughly fucked their friend’s reddened lips. The Asian stud wasn’t exactly one to hold himself back, especially when he had the view of Andy whimpering and tearing up underneath him. On the other end, Joey was filling up any empty space in the room with the loud smacks of his hips against the smaller man’s buttcheeks. If Danny didn’t know any better, Joey’s fervor and determination looked like a man who hadn’t had sex in forever.

Of course, none of them were any wiser about what life had been like before they entered the apartment. Danny, formerly Danielle, had no memory of his life before being a girl who found a solid group of friends to play video games with. Joey and Angelo also had the pleasure of feeling a hefty cock replace their former vaginas, the veiny cocks unfurling and growing in place of their former lives as women. Marcus and Jamal had endured countless years being bullied for their rather unpopular and unattractive visages, with the two of them finding comfort in food and video games rather than lifting weights. But now, the two of them looked more like the people who would have done the bullying, spending most of their days tossing tires and ropes around with loud, obnoxious grunts in the gym. Tariq had been the one to recommend that Andy check out the new store on the corner before they went to the Pride parade, a formerly scrawny man himself who had been smaller than Andy. But now, there was no resemblance to who he had been before, with the only memory being the group of friends plowing their bottom’s hole in one of the alleyways while the Pride parade passed by.

None of this really mattered, though, and if Danny could remember his past life, he certainly wouldn’t care now. He grinned as he watched Joey spurt his load deep inside the twink’s used and abused hole, licking his lips as the white, slick liquid began to drip down onto the hardwood floor below. Marcus had pulled his thick battering ram of a cock out from Andy’s stretched throat, making sure to splatter every last bit of his orgasm over the other’s face. The Asian hunk huffed as he wiped his slicked cock in the other man’s hair to clean it off. If any of the jocks had been more observant, they would have noticed the way a black goo absorbed the fallen droplets, seeping up from the cracks of the wooden floorboards. Instead, Danny was far more focused on grabbing the spare controller and flopping down onto the couch next to Jamal, nudging his friend’s boulder-like shoulders to make some space for him.

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The last thing Hanbin really remembered was some late-night gaming sessions with his friends. Or rather, his bros. The sessions weren’t anything different than normal, aside from a few team losses here and there. But really, it was just a time for him to kick back with his homies and shoot the shit. That was, so long as he didn’t have some slut over begging for his cock to ram down their throats or asses or whatever they craved.

It was weird, though. The more Hanbin tried to remember what he did yesterday, the more things felt gray and fuzzy. It was like his memories were being clouded by a greyscale filter. And the stuff he was seeing didn’t make any sense. Like how he didn’t go to the gym yesterday to throw some iron and do his daily posing for some new thirst trap on his social media. Or how he didn’t walk around his house naked the day before, making sure his place was rank with the smell of his fresh sweat and musk after his workouts. Even more confusing was the missing memory of him blowing his load into some twink, as Hanbin made sure to always stuff those greedy bitches up whenever he had the chance.

He was pretty sure that the little guy living next door to him always came over for a daily fucking or feeding of Hanbin’s seed. Given how pouty those lips were and fuckable his ass cheeks bounced in those tight shorts, Hanbin was pretty used to the idea of slamming him down the full length of his cock whenever he had a raging boner. The greyscale memories seemed to suggest something different, though; he just wasn’t sure why.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Hanbin waved his hand idly, as if brushing aside the cobwebs in his mind. He glanced down to see the next-door neighbor sprawled out over the shaking washing machine, the two of them opting for a little rendezvous session in the apartment’s shared laundry room in the basement. The slut’s hole must have really been good today to make Hanbin lose focus like this. He reached down, making sure to grab one of his sweaty jockstraps off his dirty laundry pile to stuff into the other’s open mouth.

Hanbin rolled his eyes at the muffled moans of pleasure as the other’s eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn’t really remember the name of the naked man splayed out beneath him. It started with some vowel, like Albert or Anthony or something dorky like that. The beefy jock didn’t really bother getting to know the holes’ names, especially when he cycled through so many of them so quickly.

A soft chime on his phone drew Hanbin's gaze to the glowing device. The time indicated that it was almost time for his next gaming session with the guys. With his cock still wedged inside that tight bubble butt, Hanbin wasn’t exactly thrilled to let the last three loads of his cum dribble down the other man’s inner thighs like that. It was such a waste. But he had no choice but to unsheathe himself, letting his neighbor crumple onto the floor, completely spent. That was the thing with boys like him. No sense of stamina.

“Yo, I gotta dip, dude. I have to hop on with the boys. Just remember to bring up my clothes too when you’re done with the laundry. It’s the least you could do for me, since I let you get a taste of my cock and all that,” Hanbin barked out commands as he wiped his slick cock over the spent man’s hair. He tucked it into his pants and zipped up his fly, still completely clothed from their basement sessions.

“See you tomorrow. Try not to be late next time.”

When his friend recommended that Andy check out the newly opened corner store, he hadn’t expected to stumble into some rickety, dusty store that looked more like a storage shed than anything else. Still, the young man shuffled in awkwardly, doing his best not to bump shoulders against the dusty shelves and antique items. The shop owner didn’t seem to be any better, with only an elderly woman who seemed far more occupied with watching her black-and-white movie on her boxy television. If Andy didn’t know any better, it was almost as if he had stepped back in time with how old everything was here.

He wasn’t sure why his friend even told him about this place, and the young man was certain he wasn’t going to get anything. But something caught his eye, tucked away in the corner of the store. It was small and simple, just a slim box with red lettering. Andy wasn’t sure what exactly drew him towards it, but he felt a bit self-conscious standing around in the store for too long without purchasing anything. Grabbing up the stick, he hurried over to the counter and dug out his wallet to hand over a couple of dollar bills for the simple item. The store owner tore her gaze from the TV screen, only to stare back at Andy with a masked expression. Her eyes seemed to bore deep inside of his soul, practically rooting the young man in place as fear started to bubble up inside of his chest.

“...Careful what you wish for.”

Her words of warning still rang inside of Andy’s ears as he stumbled his way back into his room. After leaving the store, the young man met up with his friends and spent the rest of the day discussing their summer break plans and attending any upcoming Pride celebrations. But all he could really think about was that harrowing experience, and he hadn’t even realized he was back home until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Somehow, the strange stick he bought found itself back in his fingertips once more, and his thumb idly rubbed along the rather smooth surface.

Swallowing thickly, Andy carefully read the inscription on the box. It seemed just as old as the rest of the items in the store, seemingly granting a single wish for whoever broke the stick. Still, Andy couldn’t help but rationalize his thoughts, if only to settle his nerves. There was no such thing as a magical, wish-granting stick. It was probably just some fad that made people do silly things, just like those old mood rings or magic 8 balls. Why was he so nervous about some stuff an old lady was telling him?

Andy tapped his chin as he thought about which wish he might want, in some silly hypothetical world where this actually came true. The young man hadn’t exactly had the best luck when it came to his dating life, or even sex life, for that matter. There weren’t many gay men around town, and the ones that were here didn’t even give him a second glance. Andy was always self-conscious about how he looked, given that he didn’t fit all those beauty standards that everyone else seemed to have about their partners or hook-ups. It also didn’t help that most of the people he did know were bottoms, just like himself. So much for compatibility and all that.

Sighing, the young man shrugged his shoulders as he mumbled his selfish wish, if not a bit sheepishly, to admit such a thing out loud.

“I wish there were lots of big, muscled, hunky gay tops who were interested in me.”

A sharp crack filled the emptiness in the dark bedroom as Andy broke the toy. And for a moment, the young man almost wished that something would happen. But the summer night air was just as silent as before, and Andy could only chuckle awkwardly as he dropped the broken toy pieces onto his bedroom floor.

“What am I even doing? That was so stupid…” he mumbled to himself as he flipped back the bed covers, tucking himself in for the night. “I’ve been watching way too many fantasy movies if I thought that would actually work.” Andy sighed as he closed his eyes, his mind trailing off about how much he wished Pride month would be different for him this year. Perhaps things were just that, a fantasy for him.

In the quiet of the night, from the cracked and jagged edges of the broken toy, a viscous, black substance began to bubble forth. It seemed reminiscent of something gooey, a slime that began seeping through the cracks in the wooden floorboards. Whatever it was, it would soon spread as quickly as it appeared through the town…

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Shivering as you slid deeper underneath the covers, you let out a soft sigh as you felt the cold air nip at your toes. While you were used to cold, frosty winters, this season seemed particularly brutal. Even with the heaters turned on, you could only toss and turn underneath the covers in some desperate attempt to warm yourself enough so you could fall asleep. But sleep didn’t seem like it was coming for you any time soon, and you weren’t exactly eager to pass the time counting sheep.

Reaching over towards your nightstand, you picked up the VR headset your friend lent you for the weekend. He was originally planning to return it to the manufacturer, citing a weird electrical problem and glitchiness that was messing up his gaming experience. But since you didn’t have your own VR set, he offered to let you play with his for the weekend. Your friend had been raving about this new RPG where you could customize your own avatar and build up a fictional person for yourself. The game boasted of being a fully immersive experience, to the point that users could control themselves without even moving in real life. It was the perfect thing for you to play while you huddled under your blankets to stay warm. According to your friend, there was a weird glitch making the game “unplayable,” but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the device itself.

As you slipped on the virtual headset, you selected the game to load up. The icon art seemed really simple and silly, showcasing a crudely drawn picture of a sunny day, a palm beach, and some ocean waves. The game was listed as Spring Break! A Vacation Getaway, with a tagline that promised to “whisk you away to paradise!” Snorting a bit to yourself at the basic premise, you tapped through to set up an avatar. Unfortunately, it seemed as though there was no option to customize your own avatar, as each character was uniquely linked to a device. The option for a new game or a new character was greyed out, and there was no other option but the avatar your friend had already built for themselves.

You sighed as you selected the premade option, letting the game load in. The pitch-black loading screen was quickly replaced by a blindingly bright light, to the point where you had to squint your own eyes to shut out the glaringly white visuals. As your eyes adjusted to the sudden change, you found yourself staring at a completely different image from your normal, scrawny self. The avatar in the bathroom was far bulkier and broader than you, and its tanned skin indicated hours spent basking in the warm sun. You gaped at the model your friend made, bringing a hand up to rub and squeeze at one of the pecs jutting out underneath your shirt. Just the mere act of brushing up against the fabric felt so real, to the point where you could almost feel a mountain of muscle underneath your massive paws, even if this was all fake.

It was certainly stimulating enough for your own cock to twitch a little in excitement, and you began to flex and pose with your friend’s avatar in the mirror. If you couldn’t make up something for yourself, this was certainly the next best option. You couldn’t help but marvel at how immersive the experience really was, and you didn’t even have to leave the warm comforts of your bed to enjoy this beefy body. Of course, there was a rather devious thought that slipped into your head as you marveled at the man’s muscles. With games like this, they often censor the most private and explicit parts. But since it was only you in the privacy of your own room, there were plenty of questions that you simply had to answer for yourself.

Peeling back the tight clothing off your beefy body, you grunted as you took in the view of your new frame. Even without fully undressing, you could feel the absolute weight and heft that was with your new body. You cheekily brought up one hand to grope and squeeze at your pecs, and the extra sensitivity from your new body made you inadvertently moan. You had to take in all the aspects of your new body, and you unzipped the slacks to see what else you were working with.

You savored the sight of the rather hefty and sizeable bulge that was causing your underwear to hang low from your body. Even without a full arousal, you could practically see the outline of your extra thick cock pressed up against the cloth. The girthier size made you naturally reach down in excitement, and your fingers also cupped the heavy balls tucked into the undergarments. Fondling your new family jewels only informed you of all that extra potent and virile seed that was practically begging for a release. Your friend must have made this avatar’s libido high, if that was even a customizable option, given how much this body seemed to ache for release.

Fishing out your virtual cock, you eagerly began to touch and stroke yourself. Even the mere sensation of your fingers touching it felt so real, and you shuddered in anticipation of what the climactic finish would look like. Soft grunts slipped out of your lips as waves of pleasure reverberated out from the headset towards your own body. You found yourself mimicking the avatar’s actions, palming your own arousal to the same rhythm. You had no idea how this game was causing you to feel such stimulations, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care. It was simply too addicting, watching the beefy, naked man in the mirror rub one out. Droplets of precum began to drip from the swinging pole between those meaty thighs, and you made the avatar use it as lube to stimulate its own erection.

Suddenly, your immersion was quickly interrupted by a pixelated message window popping up in front of your view. While you were still able to see through the translucent virtual message, you growled in mild annoyance at the message blocking your moment of personal desires. It didn’t stop you from continuing to tug and stroke away at your virtual self, though, but the message was quite unclear in what it was suggesting.

Upload incomplete. Halted progress at 62%. Stimulation resuming the upload…

This must have been the glitch that your friend mentioned, which was clearly obstructing the best parts of the virtual experience. Whatever was going on with the loading bar was certainly progressing with each passing moment as you drew closer to a climax. At this point, you didn’t even care what was going on. You were far too invested in savoring every last bit of this beefy, muscular hunk of an avatar. The whole body was practically thrumming with sensitivity, and your hips bucked upwards into your hands as you found yourself nearing an orgasmic bliss. Both you and the avatar seemed to sync up in movements now, although you weren’t exactly focused on the game’s unique and clever technical design. Instead, your pants began to grow louder as you watched the beast of a man begin to unravel in the mirror. Staring down at your juicy body in the game, you watched as the heaving pecs bounced and jiggled with each stroke. The thick, veiny biceps bulged as you flexed while stroking that swinging baton of a cock.

And suddenly, you found your hips bucking upwards as thick ropes of cum spurted out from your cock. The avatar’s load seemed to be far more in volume than yours, but no less explosive. You shuddered as both bodies jolted and twitched with each spurt out of you. It was satisfying in a way that was simply too hard to explain, and your eyes could only roll back from the immense pleasure. But at the peak of the climax, a sparking electric shock zapped your temple, and a flash of pain caused your vision to go completely white. You had a fleeting thought, almost wondering if you had gone and truly broken your friend’s game. But suddenly, some text began to focus into view as the white light faded away.

Upload completed. Progress at 100%. Loading into a new reality.

As you slowly came down from that orgasmic high, you couldn’t help but groan a bit in mild embarrassment at your rather lewd and sexual exploration of this avatar. The clarity was starting to hit your head, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lowly at your actions. However, the deep, rumbling bass in your voice caused you to furrow your brows in confusion. You didn’t always have such a dominant-sounding voice, did you? Bringing up one of your thick hands to rub at your Adam’s apple, your eyes began to widen in surprise as you found the avatar’s body mimicking every action that you were doing. Of course, you had been guiding and controlling it before, but something felt far too real now.

Shuddering at the almost uncanny feeling you were getting, you raised your meaty hands up to pull off the virtual headset device. However, your fingers only brushed at the sides of your face, and you stared back at your body in the mirror. There wasn’t anything there to take off. In fact, with the headset on, the bathroom you were in felt very real. You could feel the warm, tropical air rubbing against your skin, the cool breeze of the air conditioner blowing on your broad back, and the cold sensation of the tile under your bare feet. Stumbling away from the mirror, you quickly moved out of the room, flinging the door open to reveal a rather lavish and extravagant master bedroom.

A quick stumble about the place quickly revealed that you were standing in what appeared to be the top of a penthouse. Your confusion was only coupled by how real everything felt to the touch: the doors, the windows, the view. If this game was still boasting of an immersive experience, they had really gone all out. But there was a sinking feeling behind your heaving pecs as you jogged about the place, as you began to realize that there wasn’t a clear indication on how to quit out of the game if you couldn’t pull off the headset. And in the slight moment of realization as you ambled back into the bathroom, a new virtual message popped into view.

Biophysical assets loaded in. Uploading cognitive assets…

Before you even had the chance to read through the text on the loading bar, there was a sharp and searing pain in your head. Your temple throbbed with a heavy, beating pulse, as if you could hear your own pounding heartbeat. Even in such a strong and muscular body, you couldn’t help but stumble forward, clasping onto the countertop with a loud grunt. Your eyes squeezed shut from the needling sensation, as though something was burrowing into your skull. Through your teary eyes, you could just make out a new loading bar beginning to fill with progress.

And with a rather audible pop and crackle inside your head, a flood of new memories began to rush in. It was like a torrent of information, with a force so strong that it began to wash away whatever information you had about yourself. Memories of yourself growing up in the American Midwest were replaced by memories of your hometown in Vietnam. In fact, as far as you could remember, you had never been to America as a kid. It wasn’t until you started pursuing your career in mixed martial arts that you began competing over there. It had always been a goal of yours to make a name for yourself, and with all this growing fame and popularity going to your head, it made sense that you had such a large and lavish penthouse all to yourself to call home.

You grunted as your confused and pained expression began to shift into something more cocky and hot-headed. Your hairy eyebrows knit together as you gave a rather loud and audible growl, bringing your arms up to flex your muscles. There was some part of you that had this weird idea that you were some skimpy, scrawny white nerd. But there was no way people would mistake “The Beast” for skimpy and scrawny. You shook your grizzled head, bringing a hand up to rub at your scruff. You were probably thinking of some fan of yours who had flown out from America to watch one of your fights. With all those eager twinks lining themselves up for you in the locker room after you bested your opponents, it was hard to keep track of their faces. None of them ever seemed to complain anyway; you always made sure they left with quivering legs and holes filled to the brim with your potent seed.

Smirking at yourself in the mirror once more as you caught a whiff of your musk, you could feel your head begin to clear up that mental fog. You flexed your back and rolled out your shoulders, only reaching back to squeeze and rub at some of your sore muscles. Perhaps you just went a little too hard with your morning workout. It was easy for a jock like you to get lost in the sauce when you lifted weights. Everything came so easily for you there. Outside of that, you let your managers handle the rest of the logistics in your life. There wasn’t any other room in your head to think of complicated shit; you were built to fuck and fight.

The soft ping of the loading bar completing its upload made you blink in confusion. You didn’t get why there was some weird floating text before your eyes. Blinking your eyes seemed to do the trick, though, and the virtual bar disappeared in a shimmer of pixels. All you could remember was the final line of text.

Enjoy your spring break paradise!

You shrugged your broad shoulders as you picked up your phone, seeing a few texts from your coaches asking if they were gonna see you later. Tapping your fat thumbs along the screen, you managed to work out a semi-coherent reply. There was no way they’d think you’d miss a gym session. It seemed like both you and the bros didn’t get enough sleep last night with all the weird shit that was going on. You figured you could swing by the massage parlor before you had your second lifting session of the day. It was practically a ritual for you at this point, since you had practically done this your whole life.