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“Have I modeled the male form to your liking?”

The now-tall, now-hunky, now-human celestial being asked me, twisting and turning to check out its work: its perfectly replicated body modeled after my own. I grinned from ear to ear; ‘modeled the male form to my liking,’ for goddamn sure, it did! My exact liking, I’d say. I won’t say I haven’t jacked off in the mirror, admiring the work I’ve put into myself and getting off to my likeness.

What can I say?! I’m hot! I’m fully aware that I lucked the fuck out on the genetic lottery, Im just glad that I can enjoy myself as much as other people do too! Who knew my luck would continue when something cylindrical and silver crash landing in my backyard containing a tiny, humanoid being eager to learn everything about the human species. And I was eager to give him a very hands-on lesson.

I stepped toward it and felt it’s warm, firm musculature, it’s sides and front and arms rippling and bulging with new size. My size. I reached around the front of him and grabbed a handful of its toned, round ass. I grinded my hips against its front, feeling my stiffy press into his flaccid package covered by an exact replica of the briefs I was wearing. I grinned down at it and then looked up at him, cocking his head sideways with my blank expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“No way, man,” I assured it, sliding my hand into its briefs. “Just making sure you have everything right…”

I slid his replica of my underwear down and stifled a shocked laugh. Underneath the briefs, he had the shape and form of my package, but only as a series of lumpy mounds on his groin, smooth skin covering the bulging protrusion. I lowered the briefs all the way to the floor and chuckled, marveling at what I was seeing. I cupped the shape under my hand and squeezed softly, noticing that it maintained the right texture and malleability, just without the important bits.

“I sense something is definitely wrong.”

“It’s no problem, bud,” I patted his package, standing back up to face the copy of me at eye level. “You’re just missing some details.”

“Would you care to elaborate?” He asked in my deep voice, stepping forward eagerly towards me in the nude. “Forgive me for saying so, but I modeled myself only with what you were willing to display.”

“Of course, how rude of me,” I said with a grin, slipping my thumbs under my waistband. I lowered my own briefs all the way to the floor, joining my clone in the nude, my pre-slick cock hardened at full mast and swinging and bobbing lazily as it escaped the confines of my waistband. I scooped my package into my hands and jostled it around a bit, letting him watch its length swing around and observe how my big balls separate from my huge cock.

“Does that help?” I asked, bringing my hands behind me to squeeze my bare ass.

“It certainly does,” the being responded monotonously. He and I both looked down at his package and I gaped at what I saw.

The fleshy mound began to separate from his groin and soon swung down flaccid and shapeless. Then, the flaccid shape began to thicken and divide, the shaft separating from his ball sack, as each took on more shape and definition. He adjusted his position slightly and my knees almost gave out as I watched his cock suddenly lengthen and bulge obscenely larger and lift stiffly away from his waist, still hanging low with its own weight and curving slightly to the left. He now had a boner that mirrored mine exactly. His balls began to swell enough to hang heavily in their sack, like mine, and a thick vein began to snake up his shaft while a foreskin hood covered its swollen head, the tip barely peeking out, enflamed and angry. I looked down with a grin and took my cock into my hands, pulling back the foreskin all the way to show what it looked like underneath. Expressionless, he reached down and did the same and I watched with glee as his anatomy finally perfectly resembled mine.

He let go of his shaft and began to step around me, inspecting my body closely and getting a look at the places that were before covered up. I noticed as he walked around me that his ass had the same issue his package did, only taking the shape of my ass without any of its details. I felt him graze my own ass with his hands, studying it.

“May I?” He questioned politely.

“Do whatever you need to, man,” I responded with heavy breaths.

I felt him roll my glutes in his hands, feeling their warmth and firmness, as he dropped his hands lower under the underhang my round ass created, lifting each side up and letting it drop, watching my ass cheeks jiggle independently of one another. I took in a shuddering gasp as I felt a finger slide up my crack from my taint to where my back met my waist as he studied how asses work. I felt him spread my cheeks apart and ran a finger down and around my hole. I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening! My throat seized and my senses exploded as I felt him plunge a finger into my hole. I was seconds away from nutting. As quickly as he plunged his finger inside, he removed it.

“Apologies, did I cause you discomfort?”

“No!” I breathed out in a huffing laugh, a bead of pre dripping off my tip and onto the floor. “Quite the opposite.”

He stood back up from his kneeling position and walked back around me. I could see as he passed me that he now had a perfect, firm ass, exactly like mine. I bit my lip with a grin and playfully slapped his/my ass with a quick squeeze as he passed. He turned around with another expressionless cock of his head.

“It’s uhhh… A gesture of endearment in the human race.” I reasoned.

He nodded understandingly and moved back towards me, suddenly reaching around me and slapping my ass with a quick squeeze, exactly as I’d done it to him.

He knelt down in front of me and began to take a closer look at my erect dick. He moved his head from side to side, I suppose gauging whether or not he got the proportions right. He gingerly took my dick into his hand looked it over closely, his/my face mere inches from it.

“Is it always turgid?”

“Always what?”

“Firm. Hard. Is sense a pliability to it, it must retract somehow.”

I swallowed dryly. I mean, this being could be molded to appear and behave exactly as I wanted it to, at least for a while. Fuck it, why not have some fun?!

“Most of the time, yeah. I’d say like 80% of the time it’s rock hard.”

“I see,” he mused understandingly. “To what end?”

“Well… To give, and uhhh, to receive pleasure.”

“So stimulation of your organ derives pleasure?”

“Yeah, man, you’re figuring it out! Damn dude, you’re basically fully human already.”

The being grinned with my smile, apparently proud of my praise of its ability to learn so quickly. I gotta say though, seeing myself knelt down in front of me, my cock mere inches from my stupidly grinning face, appreciating my musculature from a different vantage, and watching my artificially perma-hard cock swinging between its legs… I began to get some ideas.

“You should try to suck it.”

He looked up at me again with an adorably curious face. I swallowed again and cleared my throat.

“It’s a, uhhm.. a custom meant to, aahhh… to show.. appreciation! Yeah, appreciation.”

“I must say, I am immensely appreciative of what you’ve shown me so far.”

“Nice, man. So, uhhh… Why don’t you show me, then?”

He simply nodded and leaned forward, opening his mouth wide enough to accept the tip of my cock. I felt him begin to suckle the tip like a straw, so I reached behind his head to grab a handful of my own hair on back of his head, and skull fucked my own face with slow deliberateness.

“Do it… slower… softer…” I gasped and moaned, grinding my groin into his face and feeling my cock surge and pulse in his warm gullet. “Milk my… nuts, bro…” He did as he was told as I continued pounding his throat.

I’m embarrassed to say, but after holding off on nutting for way longer than I needed to and using a clone of myself as a personal fleshlight, I kinda exploded inside of his mouth after about a minute or 2 of pumping. I continued squirting into him until it felt like my balls had been wrung dry and his mouth and throat were bloated with my jizz. I could feel my cock swimming in its warm soupiness in his mouth while he looked up at me.

“You…. have to swallow it…” I panted, dripping sweat from my forehead onto him.

He nodded and I heard loud gulping sounds and extra suction on my cock as he drained his mouth into his stomach–or whatever he had in his anatomy. I let out a final shuddering moan and pulled out of him, using his lips as a vacuum to suck my shaft clean as it slid out. I stepped away panting as he swallowed the rest of me and used a tissue to wipe off my tool.

“What was that substance you excreted?”

“Huh?” I asked panting, still spacey. I couldn’t really think of what he was saying. 

“That fluid. It came out of your organ like a spout. It was warm and viscous. What was it?”

“Oh, that’s, uuhhh…” Well, shit, how do I explain to him that I just filled him with the juice that humans use to make other humans? “Uhhhhh…”

“What is its function? Does it serve a primary purpose? It seemed to come at the climax of your stimulation.”

“It’s…” 

Wait. Hold on. I was talking with a species that was able to modulate anything. Whatever he heard from me, he would completely immolated it, like, to the letter. He’d believe whatever it is I told him.

Better yet, he’d make it so that whatever I told him turned out to be actual the case for his form. I could… I could say it was anything.

I could say it was for anything. I could say it could do anything.

My horny, overactive imagination took control, as it often does. Only this time, I could actually live out an impossible fantasy. Could I stop myself?

“It’s a.. solution of sorts.” I began, planning out my next words as I went. “It’s something guys use, like I said, for appreciation, but, uhhh, also for just, like, fun?” 

“I see,” He mused. “Is it just for the males of your species?”

“Oh, yeah, and we all.. we all love it…” Don’t say it, don’t say it. “Which makes sense because it’s made of a pheromone that makes us want more and more. This solution, it’s infectious,” he mused, completely turned on by the idea of infectious horniness. “AND, and we can make as much as we want of it, like it never stops producing.” Fuck, I was really getting started now. “Especially me, like I can jizz and jizz and jizz all day long, I barely need any time to make more.”

I was forced to look down with a dropped jaw as I watched his balls twitch once, then again, then establish a sort of heartbeat as they swelled and squirmed in his sack, making them over productive. Oh, fuck yes.

“Understood. Is it simply ceremonial, your excretions?” He asked. “Or does it serve a functional purpose?”

‘OH SHIIIIT, don’t ask me that, bro!’ my conscience nagged in the back of my mind but I shut it up. 

“Both,” I answered simply. “We love to fill each other up with it, like, love it… but it also helps us…” Don’t fucking say it! “Helps us.. like, grow?”

“Grow?” He asked for clarification.

“Yeah! Like… grow.. overall. Our bodies get bigger,” my cock twitched, “our muscles get fuckin’ huger,” my breathing quickened, “we get taller,” I took a step towards him, getting anxious to try some of this miracle concoction I was inventing on the spot, “oh, and our cocks and balls swell and get fuckin’ massive...”

“I see,” he remarked with growing fascination. “What curious anatomies you humans have!”

“Yeah, it’s …” I agreed with a mischievous chuckle. Another dawning kinky idea popped into my head, “Oh, and it’s only for the guys! It only affects the male anatomy. But if a chick tries it…” Fuck, I was really running off with this! “You can bet that it’ll turn her into a hunky, hung bro.” What kind of sex god was I making?!

“Aha… makes sense.”

“… I guess you didn’t affect you so much because you’re not really human?”

“Your assumption would be correct, there are aspects of your biology that simply do not impact me. Which is in its own ways unfortunate; it sounds like it would be a thrilling experience.” His cock still hadn’t deflated, thanks in part to my ‘80% of the time’ rule, but I’d like to think that his anatomy was responding to the excitement such an experience would lead to.

“Fuckin’ tell me about it, dude…” I sighed, taking a step towards him until our perfectly matching tips were touching. I ran my hands up his washboard abs—my washboard abs—and squeezed/cupped his pectorals and rolled his stiff nipple around with the pad of my thumb. “But I’ll tell you what,” I began to slide my hand slowly down his torso, “You’ve been such great company today, and it’s been an honor to have you use me as your model. You did a goddamn… phenomenal job at it, too,” I reached down and took his cock into my hand, it’s familiar shape and slickness sliding up and down in my palm, a bead of pre seeping out the slit in its head as I looked down at it.

It was time to test out whether my directions had been applied correctly.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate our… acquaintanceship.”

I pushed him back onto the couch behind him and sank to my knees, leaning over him to take all thick 7 inches of my own cock into my mouth and down my throat. I buried it into me to the hilt and slowly pulled back, allowing enough space for my hand to come up and wrap around the shaft. I began to take his cock into my mouth rapidly in a bobbing motion, twisting and sliding my hand up and down his shaft in front of my mouth, lubricated by my spit.

“O-OOOohhhh, ooohh myyy, mmmmpppffff,” He vocalized, experiencing an entirely new human sensation. He leaned into the sensation, thrusting his hips forward and feeling his/my body’s musculature and curvature.

I looked up at him as I expertly serviced his cock. How many guys had looked up at me from this vantage? How many late night lays have seen exactly what I was seeing, my face contorted into an ecstatic knot, my hips bucking into their face, the warm sweaty taste of my big dick in their mouth? From my vantage, his/my muscles were casting a gorgeous smattering of shadows that made my size stand out and look larger.

If all went right, they were gonna be larger. Larger than I’ve ever been or will ever be.

I continued working the shaft and used my free arm to shove my hand up under his ass, sliding my fingers between his sweaty crack and plunging my middle and ring fingers into his puckering hole.

“UUG-UUURRGGHH,” He bellowed deeply in my voice as a continued to feed my middle and ring fingers into his hole at a rapid pace. He kept groaning loudly and fervently, his body reacting to completely new and utterly incredible sensations in the only way it knew how.

“S-SSsome—Somet-things HH-HaaaAAPPENING!!” He called out to the ceiling with his head thrown back, as I felt his cock began to throb and enflame in my throat, his cock head seizing up stiffer. His thighs squeezed around my head and every muscle in his body seemed to contract as I felt the first warm squirts of his cum shoot to the back of my throat. I opened my throat for the coming onslaught.

It started as one or two small squirts and quickly crescendoed into a throbbing, spraying firehouse, firing out of his shaft and into the back of my throat, nearly choking me on several occasions. I drank and sucked and drank and sucked and drank and sucked as he continued moaning loudly and unloading into me. He began to taper off a little, but I wasn’t going to let him get off so easily. I intensified my hand’s assault on his hole, plunging a third finger, fourth finger, and finally an entire pinched fist into his widening hole. It seemed as though his hole was more pliable and springy than meets the eye; something I made a mental note of taking advantage of in the future. As I fisted his ass and sucked him down, he called out in another deafening orgasmic roar as I felt even more of his jizz fire out of his cock and into my gaping throat, eagerly swallowing every last bit I could out of him. He continued with a few more squirts, as I dislodged my hand and used it to tug and milk his testes. Finally, with a few more twitching pumps into my mouth, I began to slide his shaft out of my mouth, sucking every bit of residual juices off it until it fully exited with a wet *pop.*

As he panted and collected himself from what had to have been a cosmically significant experience for him, I looked down at his waist, on the couch, on my chest, felt my chin, felt my face, and was delighted to discover that I hadn’t wasted a single drop of his spunk! I anxiously awaited any changes to my own body, twisting and turning to see if anything was different about me, and shrugged. Can’t win them all, I guess.

Feeling my stomach begin to grumble, I reached for my phone and quickly put in a pizza delivery order. Might as well show this being the wonders of food if I’ve already shown it the wonders of lovemaking.

He continued panting but finally broke his staring eyes away from the ceiling to look at me, “… What… WAS that…?” He breathed heavily.

“That, my friend,” I started, finalizing the order and tossing my phone aside. I pulled myself up onto the couch on top of him to straddle the perfect replica of my own body, and planted a wet kiss against his/my lips. Fuck, my gut felt like it was swimming with him! “Was the human male orgasm,” I informed him with feigned grandiosity, enunciating each word. “A damn good first one for you, if I can toot my own horn for a second.” I planted another kiss against his panting mouth. As I did, a cummy air bubble traveled up my throat and I burped deeply with a chuckle.

Then my stomach began to gurgle and churn.

“You… you said.. I could do… do that… whenever I pleased??” He breathed heavily with genuine disbelief.

“Within reason,” I smiled as another unexpected, grumbling belch emanated from my throat followed by a hot gust of air from within me. I cleared my throat. “The best part is you don’t even need a partner. In a bind, you can just use your hand if you want. Still, there are some rules, but generally anything goes around your bros—..” A loud, rolling, gurgling sound boomed from my gut, it’s reverberations being felt all through my body in steady vibrations. I could feel pulsing, radiating hot patches all over my body, making my skin turn red and causing sweat to trickle down my face, arms, and body.

Something was happening.

“Ah! This must be the growth-inducing properties you mentioned kicking in,” He remarked matter-of-factly, reaching down to take his still-hard cock into his hand. “So when using your hand, you just stroke it at the same pace? Would you mind if tried myself? I think I’m ready to do it again.”

He didn’t wait for my response, he just went to work, focusing on himself, seemingly unaware or uncaring of what was going on with me. I could only take shallow breaths and heavy exhales as I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, my entire body feeling like it was cramping and sweat beginning to shower off me onto him. My cock was rigid and enflamed, painfully stiff and red as the rest of me, pointing hard down at him as he focused on his own enjoyment. It was getting hard to breathe and I could see stars in the edges of my vision. With my teeth clenched and spit flying out between them between my uneasy and forceful breaths, I braced myself to pass out…

… Which is exactly when I began to feel relief. My skin color quickly started to return to normalcy, losing its beet red appearance, and my breathing returned to normal as I took deep breaths to recover. I was still dripping sweat and was hard as a rock, but nothing near how I felt moments before.

“What in the ffff—..” I started, but was cut short as my back arched backwards and my arms extended behind me in an intense, involuntary stretch. “AaaaAAAaahhhhhhh,” I groaned, hearing dull cracks and feeling like I was being pulled like taffy. Sitting back upright, I felt as though I was somehow several inches taller. Looking down, I saw that I was several inches taller, my torso extending longer than it used to. Twisting to check it out, I also noticed that my arms had lengthened somewhat. I looked down at my clone to be sure I wasn’t the only one seeing this, but he just kept slowly stroking himself, testing out different speeds and intensities of jacking it. Suddenly, I felt my hips convulse and utter a sharp, loud crack as my thighs were forced wider while straddling my clone. Well, he was becoming less and less of a clone if things continued in the direction they were going…

“D-Do I look b-igger to you?” I asked, bringing my hands up to my neck as I felt my voice deepen and my neck change. I could feel that it was much wider than it normally is and my adam’s apple was much more pronounced.

“Yes, you do,” He answered matter-of-factly, his voice a low monotone. “Is that not the point?” He asked between strokes, adjusting his hands.

“Yeah… okay… It’s just, I w—NNNRRRGGGG!!” I hunched over gripping my gut, feeling like a boxer had just nailed me. Underneath my arms wrapped around my gut, I began to feel my abs thudding larger and larger and larger, the ab ridges and my cum gutters deepening considerably as my torso developed a hell of a muscle gut.

“O-oh my god,” I whispered, looking down at myself and seeing the blossoming body of a fitness model instead of my swimmers build. I began to grope my body more when my shoulders were yanked back, more dull cracking ensuing as my chest broadened.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I mumbled, knowing what was coming. Beads of pre dropped down from my cock onto my clone intermittently as my pecs throbbed, their giant musculature taking on tons of size. I brought my hands up to my chest to squeeze and grope them, feeling their muscles underneath contract and expand. It’s fucking unreal, feeling your own muscle tits grow to the size of serving dishes and jut out from your chest. I couldn’t resist bouncing them like mad, watching them dance was almost enough to send me over the edge. The feeling immediately, simultaneously began to surge into my shoulders, swelling my neck wider until it reached my shoulders which bursted into large round cannonballs, and into my ass, which I could feel thickening and rounding out into huge, jutting globes.

I flexed my longer arms with a groan, feeling the surge of energy continue to flow into them, while my cock began to drool pre more like a stream than like a leaking faucet onto him. “DUUUUUuuuuuudddde,” I flexed harder, watching my arms double, triple their original size, my skin tightening and muscles swelling with a noisy, fleshy stretching sound, while my lower abdomen muscles activated. I flexed my cock, making it bob higher and higher while it tightened harder than I’ve ever been and began to thicken wider. I groaned loudly, bringing my new powerful arms to my hips, wrapping both hands around my shaft, each of my hands having difficulty meeting fingers around the new thickness of my tool. Pre continued to waterfall out of me while I bucked my hips, my larger ass tightening behind me while I fucked the grip of my two hands, watching with moaning fascination as my cock snaked further and further longer with each consecutive hump. My nutsack drooped lower and swung with my movements as I felt my testes gain weight and feel like they were churning.

My thighs thickened wider and stronger, squeezing my clone’s own thighs closer together as I straddled him, and I felt my calves tighten up as they swelled to the size of a professional football player’s legs. I heard my hands and feet continue to crack as they swelled longer and larger, my fingers and toes even getting meatier as they grew to a bigger size to match my swelling body. I jerked my huge cock while bouncing my round, hard ass on my clones knees, spilling pre and sweat down his torso.

“Th-Th-This is—..” My jaw yanked wide and angled in a yawn, cracking and sharpening under my skin, while new hair sprouted across my neck, jaw, and cheeks, “F-Fu-uuucking AMAZING!” I gasped as my nose reshaped and my features grew sharper. I shook my head out, clearing the sweat from my face and taking heavy breaths. Looking to my living room mirror, I could see that my face had become a more angular, more handsome, and more fuckable version of its old self. I could’ve blown just by looking at me.

I could feel myself approaching climax so I picked up the pace, yanking on my bigger, juicy thick cock with increased speed as I leaned in closer. I made contact with the clone of myself, my groin pressing up against his mid-torso and thrusted against him. He stopped pumping his cock with curiosity and looked up at me with inquiring eyes. I slid my cock up his chest with panting breaths.

I leaned back and looked down at him, “Do this,” I panted, bringing my hands up to my new, luscious, pillowy pecs and smooshing them together, nearly driving myself over the edge with seeing how fucking huge they were now, “with your chest. Really squeeze it tight.”

He grinned up at me and obeyed, squeezing his pecs in tightly as they wrapped around my throbbing cock. I moaned loudly, feeling the warm skin of his/my pecs wrap around my slick dick and humped slowly against his chest. My pre-slick dick lathered him up quickly and I began to rock back and forth between his pecs, feeling the tip of my hog stamp against the bottom of his neck over and over. It felt like a-fucking-mazing.

“Make them bigger,” I grunted, swearing onto his body. He looked at me confused. “Your tits, bro. Make them bigger. FF-Fuck, just do it.” I panted as he grinned and looked down at himself. His pecs suddenly felt fatter on both sides of my shaft and I gasped exhilarated when I looked down to watch them swell wider, fatter, stronger, rounder. I bucked harder, “Bigger.” I groaned loudly, his pecs squeezed tighter against my cock, making my breath catch again in my throat. “BIGGER!” I yelled, feeling myself drawing painfully fucking close. I looked down and watched his pecs suddenly wrap over the top of my big dick, enveloping my shaft completely between a sweaty wall of his meaty, slick skin.

“B—!!!” My voice hitched in my throat and I felt the fam break loose, and watched thick, pulsating jets of jizz squirt out from between his pecs, painting the bottom of his neck white, spraying against the couch, drenching my crotch, and sending thick, slow streams of cream running down my clone’s mega muscle tits. “FFFFFUU—UUU—UUUUCCK!!” My deep voice trembled as I hit the 12th shot of my unloading, each ejaculation as thick and voluminous as the last, and I didn’t start teetering off until I hit my 18th. As I continued to slowly fuck his pecs slowly, draining every last drop out of me, I began to scoop fingerfuls of my spew into my mouth, savoring my new super-jock flavor. Big-assed twinks wouldn’t be able to get enough of it, of this I was sure.

After I had drained all I could, I slid out from between his pecs and looked down at him panting. He let go of his pecs and they bounced free of one another, jiggling back to firmness at a size that was easily triple what they once were. I reached down and squeezed a handful of both jizzy mounds, playfully slapping the underside of his left one loudly, “Nice rack, dude!” I chuckled lustfully.

“Why, thank you,” he answered proudly but unsurely.

“Do this,” I ordered, focusing on my chest muscles and making them dance alternatingly, my cock fattening up again feeling my new huge pecs bounce around.

He looked down with focus for a second, but then expertly made his muscle tits dance in no time, putting on such a thick and jiggly show like I’d never seen in my life. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re a complete fucking treasure, man,” I grinned, stroking him on the cheek.

I stood up, feeling huge, strong, fucking powerful in my new body. I gave a full body stretch/flex and started walking back to my room. “I gotta shower,” I explained to him. “But I’m gonna show you another delightful human wonder right after.”

“Does it have something to do with that?” He asked, gesturing to my ass.

I looked back at it, laughed, “No, not that. Not now. It’s eating, bro. Eating food.” He nodded understandingly. “Though eating could have something to do with that, too. We’ll get into that later. I ordered a pizza, money’s on the counter if it gets here before I’m done, good?”

“Yes, good.” He answered monotonously, looking at the blank wall as I walked back to my room, grinning as I heard my hardwood floors creak unfamiliarly below my feet with my new weight.

———

As I showered, I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, taking minutes and minutes to look at every angle of my new self, marveling at who I’d become. I looked fucking flawless, even my face had refined itself!

I ran my hands over every inch of my body, flexing and relaxing, feeling how every new curve felt in its relaxed versus its flexed state, tugging on my mammoth cock, making cute faces at myself. Getting maybe a little too into it.

I felt like I could bust another one already—my guess was that was probably thanks to the miracle potion I had conjured up and drank earlier—but I figured why waste time? My newly perfected clone I’m sure could entertain himself for a bit, I was going to spend some time milking my meat, really enjoy the hot water…

———

The creaky station wagon rolled into the driveway and it’s brakes squealed to an ear-piercing halt. Inside, James clutched the beat up piece of shit into neutral and pulled up the brake, scrolling through the last of his irresponsible browsing drive over, scrolling down pic after pic of beefy, hunky, hung men, at best barely clothed and straddling something phallic and at worst fully nude and spread open while having some orifice plugged.

He knew it was irresponsible to drive while horny-scrolling, it was just that old habits died hard. Plus, the 5’9”, 110 lbs max bean pole needed some kind of inspiration for once he finally starts bulking up. He made it through high school relatively unscathed, save for the twice monthly at least harassment from his relentless bullies, but high school was behind him and he was eager to start saving up money to go to school, hence the delivery gig.

It would just be an added benefit to go to college with a little meat on his bones in addition to a little extra dough in his pockets.

Eh, one of these days.

He opened the door and got out of the car, his shirt billowing with his movement—even the smallest of the restaurant’s uniform shirts hung off him—and pulled the two boxes for the order out of the warming bag in his back seat. He had to hold it with both hands underneath because of the size of the pies and the surprising amount of weight they had and marched to the front door of the address. He straightened himself and rang the doorbell, soon enough hearing some soft but heavy footfalls coming from behind the door. He prepared to recite his usual pleasantries, a simple good evening and repeating the price, but—

The door swung open and the delivery driver’s jaw dropped.

Standing in front of him at the entrance was a stunningly handsome man with the most impossibly huge and mouthwatering rack he’d ever seen in his life. What’s more, the guy was fucking naked! Additionally, he appeared to dripping with what could have been.. no, what had to have been…

“I assume your arrival has something to do with the piz-za?” The man asked, his voice deep and confident but his pronunciation of pizza drawn out and unnatural.

“—Y-yyyeah, it’s—.. y-you j—.. uhh, uuhhmm…?” The delivery guy fumbled through his words, not really grabbing onto anything of substance. The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for clarification.

“Pizza?” The delivery guy finally blurted out.

“Um, yes, indeed.”

“Oh! Uhh, yeah, it’s uhh… $25.95.”

“Of course. I have your money, I’ll return momentarily.” He started to turn to walk back inside.

“Hey! Uhh, why are you, like.. naked?”

“Hm? Oh, I just assumed it was the most natural. One moment,” with that, the man turned back to walk towards the kitchen at the other end of the house. The delivery driver looked with a watering mouth as he watched the man’s big, firm ass sway and bounce with each step on his way to the kitchen.

‘What the fuck??’ The driver thought with an awkward breathy chuckle, feeling himself boning up. This was the most unusual delivery he’d ever done, but it might have also been the best moment of his life!

The man returned with some folded cash, “Here you are.”

the delivery driver counted up everything: a twenty, a five, and a one. $26. The right price, but still…

“—Oh, uhh…”

The man was beginning to close the door but paused, “Pardon?”

The driver shrugged and grinned awkwardly, fanning the folded cash a little, “It’s just, it—.. like, no tip?”

“No tip?” The man asked back confused.

“Yeah, I mean, like a gratuity? Like, it’s late, your place is kinda out there, you’re uh.. like that, it’s just—..”

The man rocked back on his heels a little in sudden awareness. “OOOooohh, you mean some gesture of appreciation?”

“Well, it—yeah, like just a little more payment.”

“I see. Yes, I only learned about this concept recently, my apologies. I’d be glad to show you some additional appreciation for your labors. Would you come in? I can provide that directly.”

“Oh! Ummm, sure? I suppose I could come in while you get more money.”

The man stepped aside and welcomed the driver in, who sidestepped his way in to trying and failing to avoid bumping the muscular size of the man and inadvertently using his erect cock as a sort of turnstyle on his way in. He stepped in and looked around, hearing the man close the door behind him and walk past him towards the kitchen.

The driver stepped into the next room, clearly the living room, noticing the place seemed to reek of sweat, musk, sex. The humidity and the intensity of it all thrilled him while also making him shrink back a little. It wasn’t until he approached the loveseat that he noticed that the back of it was stained with fresh cum. Did he catch this guy at the door after a living room jack off session?! Who jacks it in the living room?

“How would you like your tip?”

The driver spun around, startled by the man from the door who must’ve moved like a cat, standing almost face to face to him.

“H-Huh?”

“Your tip. Would you like to give it or to receive it?”

“W-Well, I mean… receive it, obviously?”

“Naturally,” the man grinned, pushing the driver back by the shoulders, making him stumble back onto the couch, feeling the slimy, sticky coolness of the jizz deep through the back of his uniform shirt.

“What are y—!” The driver started but was shocked to silence as the man quickly straddled one leg on the couch and leaned in, moving his leaking cock towards the driver’s mouth. He looked up at the man who looked back down at him with a friendly grin, feeling his spongy tip and rigid shaft knock against his lips and cheek. He couldn’t admit that he didn’t want this. The night was already weird as fuck, so he could either resist it and leave or go along for the ride.

So, he went along for the ride.

The driver opened his mouth wide and led the man’s cock into his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his lips around the man’s cock and bobbing his head forward and back, feeling the length of the cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth. The musky, sweaty taste of it was strong but not unwelcome and he could taste the flavorful pre steadily leaking from the slit. He didn’t know how long he sucked on the man’s cock, but he didn’t feel like he wanted it to end any time soon, especially considering how gentle of a lover the man was being, stroking his face and not fucking his face too forcefully.

The man lolled his head back in a groan as he could feel his balls beginning to churn out another helping of the powerful spunk he’d pumped into his host earlier and found himself getting excited at the thought of watching the same results take their effect on this delivery driver. He continued fucking the driver’s face for a while longer until he felt the buildup begin to mount.

“Here it comessss,” the man moaned as he gently held onto both sides of the driver’s face and increased his speed, feeling the driver’s hands reach back and wrap his hands around his thick thighs. The man fucked with a little more intensity and a little more speed until finally—

The driver felt hot torrents of jizz erupt from the man’s cock, hearing him moan and groan with intense, orgasmic satisfaction, feeling the man’s shaft and head swell and flare with each consecutive load. Most of it sprayed into the back of his throat and down into his gut—thanks to the length of the man being almost all the way inside him—while his mouth quickly began to fill with the hot seed. He swallowed as much and as quickly as he could, loudly gulping as the surprising quantity of jizz continued to fill him up. He only coughed a few times but didn’t dare to spill a drop. Even as the man’s spurts began to spill out slower and lighter, he continued to drink until he was completely spent. Finally, the man pulled out of his mouth, the driver sucking the excesses off his shaft cleanly as he did.

The driver took several panting breaths as the man began to gather himself, too. He felt the warmth of the spew in the center of his gut, pervading through his being like he was being covered with a heated weighted blanket. It felt comforting at first, but then the feeling began to spread and intensify.

“That was great,” the man noted, fetching a tissue from the counter to wipe off his dripping crotch, noticing but not worrying about the discomfort the driver appeared to be experiencing.

“Yeah, uhh.. Thanks. You, too,” the driver responded dryly, way more thrilled by what had transpired, but growing steadily alarmed by the warm-bordering-on-hot feeling spreading throughout his body. He could feel himself starting to sweat more as the heat built and began to feel a tense, aching feeling across his skin and within his very minuscule muscles. He noticed that his breath was beginning to tighten and quicken as he felt his hot-to-the-touch skin begin to pulse. He looked back up at the man, who was standing naked by the kitchen counter and flipping through a magazine.

“H-H-Hey, du-dude,” the driver hissed between pained and trembling breaths. The man looked up at him, “Wha—aaaat’s happening to me?”

“Only what’s customary,” the man responded in a confused tone.

“Wh—!!” The driver’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt his body jolt in a full-body pulse. Then again. Then again, each time his body jolting and reacting a little more strongly than the last. He looked up at the man again who simply threw his head back at him with a grin. With one more intense pulse, the driver felt and saw the impossible.

His physique began to pulse with him. It felt and looked like he was an inflatable, actually. With each pulse, his body began to swell larger and larger, his work uniform clinging tighter and tighter to his frame. He huffed a disbelieving laugh as he twisted his arms and felt them pulse again and again, shaping quickly into firm, dense mounds as his uniform shirt sleeves began to slide up his arm, tightening around his expanding biceps and triceps. He couldn’t help but giggle as he squeezed his chest together with his expanding arms, watching his chest swell, swell, swell with each consecutive pulse. They spread apart with his widening back and he could feel the cool house air against his midriff and ankles as he felt himself sliding taller and taller against the back of the couch. His pants, which he’d always preferred to keep tighter, stretched and tore slightly in places against the swelling of his growing thighs and calves while his ass thickened and fattened out from the shapeless, flat backside he used to have. Finally, his crotch bulged larger and larger against the tightening pants and formed a gorgeous, shapely bulge at the front of his pants, albeit wickedly tight and nearly painful. The painfulness was felt even more sharply as he gripped both sides of his legs and leaned back in a groan, his knees locking forward and his toes curling as his stiff cock swelled against its tight confines and shot heavy load after load into his pants. Much of it sprayed out of the tight confines of his old pants, soaking his front and producing such a large helping of jizz that it made it look like he’d pissed himself.

Once a fully hairless man, he began to feel the itchiness under his clothes and the scratchiness against his neck as he began to sprout some hair across his body while a five o’ clock shadow spread across his face and neck. He was beginning to look like the nice cusp between twink and twunk that he’d always found so attractive, now fully personified by himself. He’d never felt hornier or more thrilled in his life, and fucking hell did he want more.

The driver brought his arms up in a flex, looking at how much bigger they’d gotten, and felt himself fully ready to spew again. He looked at the man, standing still fully nude, leaning against the wall and watching the driver check himself out. He driver could only puff out thrilled and unbelieving chuckles as he flexed harder and harder.

“Can we do that again?”

———

I wiped myself off as the shower drained itself, soapy water turned white, milky, and soupy with my constant emissions sank lazily down the drain, coughing with its thickness occasionally. Drying myself took about as long of a process as it took to take the shower itself. I just kept noticing newer angles to myself and newer shapes to check out that I couldn’t stop twisting and flexing and posing for myself. I was a stud before, but fuck, now I was a yoked BEAST. I’m pretty sure I could best just about anyone at my gym in a contest now, it wouldn’t even be a competition.

As I continued to dry myself and admire my new muscular beauty, I heard a commotion from within the house. It founded like furniture cracking and being pushed across the floor. While I was showering, I swear I could hear something else, too. It sounded like deep, reverberating moaning, but it could have easily been the pipes groaning with the hot water. But now it sounded like it had come back, still slightly muffled but decidedly too varied in range to be pipes.

I quickly finished wiping the drops of water off my rippling bod and wrapped my towel around my waist, just barely enough length in it to tie around me. Stepping through my bathroom and bedroom, I moved into the hallway towards the living room.

Walking slowly towards the growing sounds of flesh squeaking across hardwood floors and groans, I began to notice that the air was thicker, too. It felt hot, humid, sweaty, moist, dense, the faint scent of pizza mingling with the heavy scent of sex and musk. In fact, it felt and smelt a lot like a university locker room, from my recollection. Something was off, I just had no idea what it could be.

I rounded the corner and was stunned to a halt.

My couch looked like it had been crushed in the middle, it’s wooden bottom having split and angled downwards. Sitting on top was a man—or what appeared to be a man—rising to about 6 feet in a sitting position. He had to have been 8 or 9 feet standing, at least, and his proportions were out of this world. His thighs each looked to be as thick as my entire torso, his khaki pants clung to his muscle bound trunks in shreds like vines. His ass seemed perfectly round and took up a huge space on the couch. His shirt had ridden up his torso up to his neck and shoulders, but it didn’t seem as though he could pull it down if he wanted to. His abs were thick and protruding and his pecs heaved with heavy breaths over and over again, these massive meaty pillows inflating in and out across this giant’s chest. His arms were the sizes of cannons and his neck and shoulders made him look like a bull. His cock and balls were stuffed tightly and mostly unconcealed in a dangerously tight and soggy pair of briefs, his thick, erect cock curved painfully downward with most of his shaft clearly visible through the cum-soaked briefs. Thick, white spew coated his entire crotch, most of his legs, and even most of his lower abs.

The man was covered head to toe in a thick, dark carpeting of hair that was matted slick against his musculature with dripping sweat, while he held my clone up to his face with his huge, strong hands, my writhing clone’s crotch gyrating against his face while the man appeared to gulp greedily from him.

He dropped his hands from my clone’s backside as my clone pulled out of his face, I could hear him sucking as he pulled out.

“FFUUUUUUUUCCK, you’re so good…” the giant stranger groaned between pants, swallowing more between heavy breaths, his eyes closed while apparently savoring the taste.

“I appreciate the complement, again,” my clone responded deadpan, sliding down off the man’s chest. As he did, he noticed me in the doorway. “Ah! You’ve finished, marvelous. Now, this eating you mentioned,” he began, completely nonchalantly, as if I didn’t just walk into a scene out of some kinky dreamscape.

Before I could answer, the man’s eyes slowly opened and looked at me with a drunken grin.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” he slurred loudly and deeply as he licked his lips and shifted his hips, his cock appearing to lurch much larger. I could see shimmering drops of sweat rolling down his body as he moved and I could tell the smell throughout the house was coming solely from him. “Aren’t you two just the most delicious set of twins I’ve ever seen.”

“Who are you?” I asked back, stepping around him and looking at the splintered remains of my couch while gaping at his unbelievable proportions.

“I’m just the delivery driver, man,” He responded with a grin, extending his arms back and his legs out in a stretch while I heard his stomach gurgling loudly. As he stretched, his muscle groups tensed and the couch continued to crack, splinter, and groan. When he was finished, he looked back at me with that same drunken grin. “Your bro here helped me out and gave me a fucking awesome too. Actually several.”

He winked at my clone and my clone beamed at me proudly, like a child who’d just gotten praise from a teacher. He’d made a muscle-bound giant right in the middle of my living room!! Who know how this guy looked before he arrived, but it couldn’t be anything like he currently was. How was he going to explain this?! How was this going to affect us?!

Fuck me, we needed to have a conversation about sharing.

But… a part of me understood that this was a result of my own lust and carelessness… and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it.

“Aww ffffuuuuucckk,” the driver groaned, his head rolling back and his grin spreading wider. His stomach groaned and gurgled loudly again and it looked as though his entire body trembled with the vibrations of it. “Dude, I’m getting so fuuuucckin HUUUUUUGE,” he groaned as he tensed his chest and arms tightly in a flex. His muscles twisted and bulged outwards even larger as sweat continued to pour off him while his shirt rode even higher up, looking like the tight fabric would threaten to constrict his neck if it continued to go any higher up his chest and shoulders. As his abs pulsed and swelled, he spread his legs apart and I drooled as I watched his incredible thighs and calves thickened larger, snapping more shredded remains of his pants off him. His toes wiggled longer and larger through the already ripped soles of his shows as his nutsack swelled heavier with the increasingly tight confines of his soggy briefs. “FFF!!—UUUCCCK!” he bellowed as his stiff, curved shaft began to stretch thicker and longer as it spastically spit thick ropes of cum into his underwear, seeping through the soaked fabric and onto the floor. “U!!—UGGHH, SORRY M!!—MAN, I’M FUCKIN’ JJ!!—IZZING ALL OVER THE P!!—PLACE!” He whined orgasmically as he thrashed and humped wildly into the air, spurts and spurts of his seed spraying out from the edges of his underwear and through the fabric. I could hear slight tearing sounds with each thrust and moaned as I watched his underwear begin to give way.

They ripped wetly and loudly, tearing at the narrowest point in his taint and causing the elastic waistband to snap forwards. Combined with the force of the elastic snap and the stiff-as-a-board nature of his cock, his filthy, soggy briefs flung heavily through the air and splatted against my broad chest. I could feel the combined hot freshness of his current load and the cool stickiness of his other loads slapping against me and sending me over the edge. This guy was a fucking sex god, and I was going to treat him as such.

I rushed over while he continued vocalizing and thrusting, basically pissing jizz all over my wood floor, yanked his torn briefs off my chest, and wrapped my hands and his cummy briefs around his spurting cock, holding it against me and letting him fuck my torso, his mammoth cock extending all the way up between the ridges of my abs and in the valley between my pecs. He painted me white with his seed and I caught as much of it as I could in my mouth, savoring his flavor. His spurting began to slow and he started to catch his breaths, taking deep, grunting lungfuls of air. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, feeling his massive hands rub his spew into my muscles and watching f sweat drip down his torso.

“Aren’t you the greedy one,” he grinned down at me. I massaged his balls as the last of him seeped out of his cock.

“You have—” I started, leaning over to lick the last of his jizz from his tip and sticking my tongue into his slit, swirling it around and eliciting a deep, vibrating moan from him. “—no idea.”

I sat up on his torso and rested my round ass on his heaving, sweaty pecs. “Now it’s your turn,” I grinned down at him, aligning my cock with his mouth. He chuckled deeply and stuck out his long tongue, scooping my entire sex into his tongue and wrapping his lips around it, flexing his arms to show off for me.

I turned around and spotted my clone as I started to thrust into his scratchy face, “Hey bro,” I gestured over to him. He looked up from his dick with a questioning look. “Come over here and feed me. I wanna get real monstrously huge so I can properly fuck this guy.”

“Pups for sale” the sign read in black blocky letters. John couldn’t believe it. He was just talking to his girlfriend about adopting a dog and here a sign just up the road from his house was offering them up. He couldn’t wait! He called the number. 

“Heeelllo”, a voice drawled over the receiver. “How can I help you?” 

“Hi, I’m calling for the dogs for sale. Just wanted to to check and make sure you still had some.” 

“Oh sure, we got plenty of pups. Take the exit off 95, can’t miss us.” 

“Great! Is there an address or—“ **click**. The call ended. “Well okay then…guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”  

John made his way down the highway and turned off 95. In his mind all the businesses off these highways were sleazy, porno hubs; but sure enough, a small building appeared as the last gleams of sunshine touched the horizon. As John entered the building he was overcome by a strong musk. His nose turned up at the heavy odor. It was like someone had thrown him head first into a hamper of his fellow Rugby bros used jockstraps…maybe this wasn’t the place for him. He heard a whimper behind one of the doors. Curious, he pushed the door slightly ajar. 

“Well hi there. You must be the man that called earlier, John was it?” John turned around with a start to find himself looking down at a wiry, muscular man. 

“Hi yes, but I don’t recall giving you my name-“ 

“Well, ain’t you a brick shit house? You’re gonna make one of these pups mighty happy. Come on in and we’ll get you outfitted.” 

John wanted to protest, but the longer he huffed the potent, musk ladened air the less his mind could function. He found himself lumbering behind the scrawnier man toward a counter racked with leather collars and leashes, chains and crops. Before John could protest he found the man pulling off his shirt. John’s muscled chest was now on full display. To his horror his shoes and pants were next to follow. He could only watch as his jock strap covered crotch came into full view. Why was his bulge getting hard?! Was he getting off on this? His girlfriend would never forgive him. 

“My oh my. We don’t have to change that jock that’s for sure. You worked out hard in that. Now why is a straight man such as yourself wearing jockstrap?” 

“Rugby practice.” John responded robotically. 

“Hot. Well I said straight, but you won’t be for long, just keep huffing away at that air.” The nearly naked John found himself breathing deeper, his body covered in a heavy sheen of sweat. Getting smellier and smellier with each passing second.  

“Fuuckkkk”, John breathed out. Although lost in the pheromone haze, he felt incredible. He peered down at the smaller man, just in time to see him uncapping a dark bottle and emptying a thick oil onto his hands. Those hands made their way to his body. His chest heaving as they made purchase. His whole body vibrating as it absorbed the strange liquid; his muscles began to heave and swell larger and larger. 

He could no longer see past his muscled chest, which quickly became coated in a thick pelt of black curly hairs, his sweat soaking into his new hairy chest. His abs rippled and convulsed into hairy cobblestones. His arms erupted into thick hairy hammers held up by his lats. His armpits began to emit the same pungent musk that permeated the air as wiry, rough hairs curled out from them. John could only feel as his legs followed suit, his jockstrap barely able to contain his new thick package and heavy balls. His legs became thick and muscular and just as hairy as the rest of him, his feet enormous and smelly. 

“FUUUCCKKKK!!!” John’s new cock began to pulse and then surged to life, ripping his jockstrap to smithereens as pre cum and stink began to leak from the tip. The new hairy beast of a man could finally think again, but his thoughts drifted to new places. The overpowering musk from the place clarified into individual smells that he could piece out. Each one led him down a scent filled trail. He suddenly knew what kind of “pup” he would be taking home with him.  

As the realization settled in he began seeing the gear that surrounded him in a new light. He needed a new jockstrap after all. He grabbed leashes and collars, he fitted his new massive body with a harness, leather gauntlets and bands. He was fitted with a new leather jock as well. Adorned with a thick zipper that covered a large cod piece, just big enough to hold his massive cock and bull balls. He pulled assless chaps over his tree trunk thighs and found size 13 boots to cover his gargantuan smelly feet.  

The newly minted leather daddy breathed in deeply, pushing his wiry creator aside. The sleazy man could only watch in proud admiration as John followed his nose to a scent so sweet it was impossible to ignore. He made his way to the door he almost walked in earlier and with a heavy shove he slammed the door open. There before him was the most beautiful pup he’d ever seen, golden hair, blue eyes, muscled in all the right places with a fatty chest and plump, thicc ass. The daddy adjusted his chaps as fresh blood pumped to his fat cock. 

“I’ll take him.” He smiled and with a quick **click** he attached the new leather collar and leash and led his new pup to his truck. 

                                       … 

Several months passed, Master John and his pup Jake developed an impossibly strong bond. Out in the real world they were husbands, devoted and kind, the type of gays you’d want at your neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors? Jake was Spark the devoted pup to his Master, his holes always ready for use, his body smooth and immaculately tended to, his only purpose in life was to fulfill his masters every sexual desire. 

Master’s scent drove all the other Dads in the neighborhood wild annd after asserting his dominance, Master would bring over other daddies for “poker night”. With each game the men would slowly transform into hot, hairy muscle beasts just like John, but none so dominant. Spark’s job was to service the smelly men in any way they needed. Often times they would unzip their jeans allowing Spark full access to their ever growing bones under the poker table. The ultimate pot winner was awarded the use of Spark’s tight asshole. The night always ended with Spark howling and whimpering as he bounced up and down on the hairy, smelly, muscular prize winner. His cock only spraying when Master John gave his permission. “Okay Spark…CUM!” 

"Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh.......ffffuuucckkkk yeaaahhhh.......look at that arch, baby," Austin cooed to his own reflection while recording himself stretching and pressing his hard cock even more as if trying to bust it out of his dress pants

"Who would've thought that behind those blank profile picture, something as jacked as this exist......something.... this big," he said while biting his lips, his free hand pawing the bulging crotch and tentatively hovered above the zipper, making decisions.

He opened the zipper and the trapped musk in that heated meat chamber instantly hit his nose

"Ffffuuuark.......Goddammit......gosh, this scent.......this fucking balls scent.....mmmmhhh......bruuhhhh....your voice.....hhhhh......mmmmhhhh.....really did you justice man, as soon as I heard that deep, rich bass, I know I have to investigate further. My intuition never failed me,"

He moved on from the working chair to the bed next to the working station as he then started to undress his shirt. He peeled it off from his body with some effort as the shirt is rather tight, especially around the swelling biceps and triceps, but it eventually slides off. Next, he started to sniff the newly-released pits and his eyes fluttered due to the strong musk it emanated

"HHHMMMPPPTTT.......reeked as fuck, just as I like it......you didn't shower this morning, don't you? Fucking musky boy, that nasty stench from your balls and now this? You are one shameless, disgusting, smelly pig, all that gym stench still lingering here as if you know you would be taken over by a musk whore today, huh? Well, I'm not complaining, after all, I'm Austin Draper now and I'm indeed a musk whore gooning to my own stench,"

As he then unbuckled his belt, he swiftly stands up and then dropped the pants to the floor. He quickly followed it up with the Calvin briefs and that's when the cock instantly slapped right at his navel, a nine inches of gargantuan obscenity that dwarfed any cock he ever swallowed or received. His mind spins seeing such monstrosity to exist in between his legs, but the utter shock quickly replaced by depraved plot as he grabbed the entire pole with his now calloused hands and start pumping it in slow motion

"Hmmmmhhhffff.....this fucking bull! Heyyyyyy......it's Austin here and I'm your IT specialist, what kind of assistance do you need from me today? Do you need me to assist with that gaping hole of yours? Or do you need me to quench your thirst with my cum?? Should I hijack your laptop and set it so you can call me through Zoom and I'll show you my cock????" He chuckled to himself, lacing the typical Austin's formal statement with his own lustful depravity of a fat, gooner bastard.

He has no clue whether Austin is now in his body or what. He just knew he's in control of this studly physique for the time being and he's about to do some damaging shit with this monstrous physique. There's no way in hell he's just going to goon to his own reflection all day long, he has too much sperm to enjoy by himself. Maybe it's time to go online or to go through Austin's personal phone and see what kind of handiworks he can pull off. There's no way anyone going to pass on the chance getting railed by a 9.5 inches hard cock.

Hunter loves the whole process of possessing faggots to convert them. His victims' shock and confusion at being taken over, followed by the fear and rage when he reveals he's going to turn them straight. Their weak and pathetic attempts to regain control over their bodies were hysterical, their utter powerlessness fueling his already enlarged ego.

He's hellbent on showing fags the right way to use their cocks, to assimilate them to heterosexuality. To him, the only good faggot is an ex-faggot. He'd hook up with girl after girl, forcing their gay cocks to fuck nothing but pussy. When he felt their rage simmer down and turn into helpless acceptance—when souls are at their weakest—he kicked the conversion into high gear. He'd watch endless amounts of straight porn and get as much pussy as he could, annihilating any last resistance. They'd soon begin to enjoy it, and when he feels them absolutely loving it, he finally gives them back their bodies, knowing they're permanently hooked on pussy.

"You actually found some!" Oliver exclaimed in astonishment when his best friend and fellow geek, Jake, proudly walked into his room holding two conversion bottles. "How did you manage to get your hands on those?"

"I have my ways," Jake replied smugly, flashing Oliver his infamously mischievous grin. "Now, let's down these bad boys!"

A thrill of excitement ran down Oliver's spine as he quickly jumped out of his computer chair and hurried over to Jake. Nervously biting his bottom lip, he took one of the bottles from Jake's hands. They removed the caps and took a curious whiff, only to be immediately repulsed by the strong odor.

"Damn, that's quite a stench!" Oliver exclaimed in shock, followed by a slight cough. "Are you sure these are the right ones?"

"Come on, dude. You think I'd mess up something this important?" Jake scoffed.

Oliver took a moment to gaze longingly at his newly opened bottle, his mouth watering. "So, these are going to transform us into jocks—big, muscular jocks—permanently? I've wanted this for so long."

Jake smiled. "Then let's not waste any more time, dude." They clinked their bottles together and chugged. Oliver felt the effects of the magical concoction kick in immediately. His shirt and sweatpants suddenly felt tighter. He glanced at the mirror, amazed to see his skinny body bulge and swell with ripped, muscular definition. A wave of pure joy washed over him as he finished his bottle, ecstatic that his nerdy life was finally behind him.

However, Oliver's excitement faded when he realized that Jake wasn't transforming. Instead, Jake stood there with a smug expression, crossing his arms and grinning maliciously from ear to ear, which gave Oliver a pit in his stomach.

"Why aren't you—?!" Before Oliver could finish his question, his mind became overwhelmingly fuzzy as the second phase of the magic kicked in at full force. He tried to find the words, but it was impossible to think clearly as his body swelled and bulged even further.

"There, there," Jake said, gently petting Oliver's newly chiseled head. "Let those worthless thoughts slip away. Just relax and enjoy your transformation." Jake then casually walked behind Oliver, his hands seductively caressing Oliver's newly bulked biceps as he turned. He slid his hands up under Oliver's shirt and removed it, exposing Oliver's ripped chest and prominent nipples to the cold air. He softly rubbed his throbbing bulge against Oliver's tightening ass, turning Oliver on. Jake gently stroked his fingers over Oliver's sensitive nipples, intensifying Oliver's desire. Oliver's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Jake licked the back of his neck and worked his hands down to his crotch. "You're going to be such a good, dumb jock, aren't you?" he playfully whispered into Oliver's ear. "You'll be my big, dumb jock—my mindless, obedient toy—only wanting to satisfy my every desire."

Oliver's transformation was nearly complete. It wouldn't be long before his mind was entirely lost. Sweat began to drip down his body, as if he had just come back from an intense workout. His thoughts were becoming empty, replaced only by new desires to exercise, play sports, and obey Jake, his new master.

"Didn't I say you could trust me?" Jake playfully asked, stepping back in front of Oliver and grinning deviously, pure lust in his eyes. "April fools."

And just like that, Oliver's old self was gone. His transformation was complete: rippling abs, broad shoulders, a wide chest, perfect biceps, a firm ass, massive feet, and an empty head. He had become the jock of Jake's dreams. Oliver smiled like a dumbass, vacantly staring into Jake's intent eyes, eagerly awaiting his master's command.

"Good thing I switched out my potion for water, huh!" Jake exclaimed, then evilly chuckled.

Happy 100 followers! Straight Jock —> Muscle Himbo. Thanks for the love, dudes. Everyone here depicted is 18+.

“Hey bro is it alright if we just cum on your face real quick?” 

“Hmmph?” Dave garbled in his sleep, hearing his frat president Chad in his ear. “Hmm ya—sure. Wait— WHAAA?!” Dave sputtered, but it was too late as his face and mouth were drowned in cum. 

“What the FUCK!?” The jock screamed, cum dripping from his brow. His new frat brothers all held him down chuckling dumbly above him.  

“Don’t worry brother. All good. Me and the other brothers have been talking. We like you, we really do, but last year we lost our resident cumdump. It’s time we make another.” Chad smirked. Dave realized the thick built frat president was still stroking his thick cock…as if he hadn’t yet cum. 

This had to be a nightmare. Dave struggled as his brothers held him down with their jock arms.  

“Fuck bro, I’ve been saving this load since the last full moon when we released your predecessor from his duties…he’s still a total cock hound, but at least he can think about more than JUST cock now. Mmmphh. Fuck I hope you’re ready slut. This is gonna be a wild four years for you! UUUuuhggGGHUuugghh!”  

Chad came with a fury, his cum covering Dave’s face and chest.  

“Bro what the FUCK?!” Dave yelled again. He pushed harder against his fraternity brothers, but their might was unrelenting.  

“Now the magic begins.” Chad leered down at the newest member of their frat. He walked over to the large window in Dave’s room and with a flourish his muscular arm pulled back the curtain. Bright moonlight poured in, covering each of the brothers. The air became heavy. Thick with the musk of Dave’s frat bros. Then Dave felt it. The cum that covered his hairy body. It felt like it was…vibrating. 

“ ex semine nostro renascis, ut hominibus in perpetuum servias.”

Slowly the chanting began. Deep rumbling from each of Dave’s brothers. The semen began to coat every inch of Dave’s body, glowing and rippling in the moonlight. Dave began to lift into the air. Levitating as his brothers again began to stroke their cocks forming a circle jerk around him.  

He began to moan uncontrollably as the semen covered his cock and balls. He was now fully encased in the glowing mass of cum. He looked down just in time to witness his cock and balls pulse and grow. He was already above average, but now they swelled to obscene proportions, in fact his whole body began to pulse and grow.  

His arms swelled to the size of footballs, veiny and full. His chest grew so large it began to obscure the lower half of his body. His freshman 15 beer gut gave way to cobbled, striated abs. Cum gutters formed a perfect V to thick, powerful thighs. His calves were diamond cut and his feet grew to size 12s. 

His moaning grew deeper at the final swell that hit his body. His ass ballooned in size, growing to power lifter proportions. Fat and muscley. The intensity he felt from his hole made him writhe and squirm in the air. The deep chanting of his brothers grew louder and louder. He felt his hole begin to pulse and puff out. Hungry. Wet. Waiting. 

For all the sexual pleasure Dave felt, his new, fat cock remained soft and constantly leaking. His egg sized balls pulsed from the erotic bliss emanating from his ass. 

“This has to be a dream.” Dave moaned. “It has to be…”

“So why not just indulge in it?” A foreign voice in his mind reasoned. With that his moans grew louder. His body pulsed and writhed in the moonlight. His hole winked, longing to be filled. The chanting from his brothers grew and swelled in tandem with the pleasure resonating from his perfect muscle ass. 

“Fuckkk. Oh FUCK. What’s happening to me?! I want you. All of you! Fuuuuuckkk!” 

Blinding light filled the room as Dave began to come. His ass vibrating and sending shockwaves through his body. His long, thick, flopping cock releasing an endless stream of cum. His brothers joined him, spewing load after load all over his levitating muscular body, groaning and bellowing in celebration of their newest fraternity slut.

Samuel was the happiest he had been in years. He had moved into his dream home, got a promotion and he had recently proposed to his soon-to-be wife, Jessica. All of Samuel’s hard work was finally being rewarded. The future seemed bright. He was ready to settle down with his new wife and become a loving father. It was a true happily ever after... that was until the doorbell rang

DING DONG

Samuel was making dinner for his beloved fiancé when the doorbell rang. Samuel couldn’t help but smile. It’s probably Jessica, he thought to himself. He bounced his way over to the door and opened the front door expecting to see his fiancé. But Samuel opened the door to be greeted by a big hulking stranger.

“Hey” the man smiled. “Is this Jessica’s house?”

“Um... yeah, she’s out at the moment. Is there anything I can do for you?” Samuel was suspicious.

The man pushed by Samuel and charged into his house.

“Um, excuse me!” Samuel yelled at the man. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Samuel ran after the man who was now exploring his house. Who did this man think he was? Barging into someone’s house like this. Samuel grabbed the man’s shoulder only for the man to turn around swiftly. The man softly held the back of Samuel’s neck. He then took his finger and pressed it against Samuel’s forehead and let out the heavy powerful word:

SLEEP

The word knocked Samuel out. Samuel stumbled into the strangers arms, falling into a deep sleep.

The next thing Samuel knew, he woke up lying on his bed. Had it all been a dream? Did that actually happen? Suddenly, Samuel heard heavy footsteps coming from the bathroom. A big hulking man strode out. The same hulking man that had barged into his house. This wasn’t a dream. This was actually happening.

Samuel jumped up from his bed only to realise that he was naked. He grabbed the sheets covering his 7 inch penis. Why had the man stripped him out of his clothes? What had happened?

“You see Samuel... me and Jessica were highschool sweethearts. We were a happy couple... until you came along” he said resentfully.

“But I’m not going to let you take her away from me” The man growled. Samuel coward in fear. “I need you out of the way... and I think I’ve got the perfect solution for that”

GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES LIKE A GOOD BITCH

The man’s words digged deep into Samuel’s subconscious. Embedding itself deep inside his mind. His words were powerful. They were everything. It felt so good to just give into the man’s words. It felt so... right.

The man motioned to the bed. Samuel’s body disobeyed Samuel’s mind. His body complied to the man’s commands. Samuel walked to the intruder. He stared him directly in the eyes as he crawled onto the bed in the doggy style position.

FUCKTOYS DONT HAVE A GAG REFLEX

Samuel had no time to react. The big man took his three fat fingers and forced them down Samuel’s throat. His fingers violating his mouth. His fingers diving deep down his throat. Normally, he would have started gagging. Started coughing. But Samuel’s throat took the fingers with ease. It accepted them. It was almost as if Samuel’s throat was used to it. As if it loved having fingers stuffed down it.

The man grinned. His fingers stuffed down Jessica’s fiancé’s throat. The man slowly slipped his fingers out of Samuel’s throat. Samuel gasped for air. He threw himself back on the bed. Disgusted by what he had just done. Ashamed. His fiancé would be disgusted. Would she ever forgive him?

“Now, Samuel. Let’s start the transformation, shall we” He grinned. “Do you want me to transform you into a fucktoy?”

Samuel tried to resist. But he couldn’t help it. His head started nodding. Samuel tried to stop it but he couldn’t. It just felt so good to give into Master.

“Jess dumped me because I wasn’t ‘masculine’ enough. Well let’s change that”

OPEN YOUR MOUTH. LET ME FUCK THAT MASCULINITY OUT OF YOU

The hulking man jumped onto the bed and jammed his under average sized cock into Samuel’s straight mouth. He started forcefully face fucking Samuel. Samuel had no choice but to just let his throat get savagely fucked.

With each thrust, Master’s cock went deeper down Samuel’s throat. It was almost as if... it was growing. It went from a 4 inches, to 6 inches, to 8 inches, to a full 12 inch cock. It inflated becoming thicker and thicker. It forced Samuel’s mouth open wider and wider until he couldn’t take it anymore. It was filling the entirety of Samuel’s mouth. With one big grunt, Master forced his cock as deep as he could go, holding it there. Letting his cock rest in Samuel’s fuckable throat.

Master took his 12 inch cock out of Samuel’s throat. Samuel began gasping for air only to notice something... missing. He noticed that he couldn’t feel his penis resting by his leg anymore. He looked down in horror. His penis was nothing but a nub now. Just a tiny 1 inch nub. The stranger had stolen Samuel’s cock. Samuel then saw his ballsack begin to shrink. It deinflated. Growing smaller and smaller. Samuel then glanced up to see Master grunting. Master’s balls were growing. Inflating. Getting heavier. Fuller. Alpha sperm filling his balls. It drooped with the weight of it.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about” Master laughed looking at his new massive ballsack.

“These alpha balls are gonna get emptied into your fiancé tonight, Sammy boi. I’m gonna fill your fiancés pussy with my alpha sperm. I’m gonna impregnate her. And Jess and I are gonna raise those kids together”

Sammy began tearing up. Master saw the tears welling up in Sammy’s eyes.

“How about I reward you, huh? You’ve been a very good boy so far. Good boys get rewarded”

GROW BIG HIMBO BOI

Sammy began to inflate by hearing those very words. He began to inflate like some kind of sex doll. It was like his body was a balloon and Master was blowing air into it. His biceps grew big and muscular. His hands became thick and meaty. His fingers like fat sausages. His face became more boyish looking. Almost as if he was getting younger. The 32 year old slowly regressed into a 19 year old teenager. A teenager that spent all his time in the gym. His mind began emptying. His memories of working hard and running a business faded away. They were replaced by memories of downing protein shakes, working out and dropping out of highschool. Sammy couldn’t even read anymore. He couldn’t write. He could barely think. All education was erased from his mind.

“Eh, you still look too... masculine. I know how to fix that” he deviously grinned.

THOSE IMPLANTS MUST HAVE COST YOU A FORTUNE

Suddenly, Sammy’s chest began to inflate. His two pecs began to grow big and heavy. Master sat down beside Sammy and began to playfully finger the space in between his pecs. His pecs grew and grew. Until eventually Sammy’s new tits enveloped Master’s finger. But there was something off about Sammy’s new pecs. They didn’t feel real. They were implants. Implants that made him look like some fake sex doll. A fake sex doll with big fat tits for men to tittyfuck.

Sammy’s face began to change. His face becoming more... fake looking. Sammy’s small lips plumped up. They grew into beautiful plump pillows. Pillows that looked so inviting. They looked like they were begging to be wrapped around a big fat cock.

Sam giggled. He looked like the biggest, most dumbest slut alive. He looked like a human sex doll. A sex doll that was ripe for the fucking. It’s only purpose was to be fucked and came into.

But the implants didn’t stop there. Sammy felt his ass begin to inflate into the size of two big beach balls. His ass becoming comically large. Big and fat. The implants made his ass look so big and extremely fuckable. It was built for fucking. It’s purpose was to be fucked. To be bred by alphas. Master clicked his fingers and suddenly the most feminine gay clothes materialised on Sammy.

“That’s a good fucktoy”

“I so horny, Master. I need to fuck Jessica so badly” Sammy moaned through his new filled lips. His ass bouncing with every movement. His tits on full display.

“Tut tut tut. You’re still straight? After all that? We have to fix that, don’t we... fucktoy” Master said condescendingly.

Sammy’s mind began to get filled with images of cock and cum. Images of getting his big fake ass stuffed full of cum filled his head. Thoughts of getting tittyfucked by daddies were buried inside his mind. The more he thought about it, the harder his one inch cock became. He began absentmindedly rubbing his nub.

“Don’t bother with that, boi. The only way you can cum now, is through this up here” Master smacked Sammy’s ass and forcefully stuck his finger up Sammy’s loose hole. Master began ramming his fingers against Sammy’s prostate. Sammy femininely squealed and moaned.

“UGH, FUCK MY PUSSY DADDY” Sammy screamed pushing himself against Master’s fingers.

Sammy pushed harder and harder until OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK. Cum shot everywhere out of Sammy’s small nub. Thin weak sperm squirting everywhere. It was nothing compared to Master’s alpha sperm. Sammy was never going to be getting anyone pregnant. His sperm was weak. It only exists to be fucked out of him. It exists to be wiped up with a tissue and thrown into a bin.

Sammy stood up still shaking from his intense orgasm. His lips plump. His ass shaking. His tits bouncing. He looked like the most perfect sex toy.

“Honey, I’m home” a voice called from downstairs. Jessica made her way to the bedroom.

“Babe!” Jessica screamed excitedly. She ran over to the stranger and gave him the most passionate kiss. “I missed you. I’ve been thinking about you all day”

The old Samuel was screaming inside his own mind after seeing his fiancé kiss the man who had transformed him into this himbo monster.

Jessica looked at Sammy. “How’s my gay best friend doing?” She smiled excitedly.

“I’m, like, totally doing amazing sweetie. I’m like totally gonna get my pussy fucked by some big dom on Grindr tonight” Sammy smacked his big fat ass. It jiggled hypnotically.

Sammy made his way out of the house. The house now belonged to the stranger. The stranger took his cock. His masculinity. His house. His fiancé. He took... Sammy’s entire life.

Sammy is now nothing but a mindless sex doll. Filled with implants and cum. No reading. No thinking. All Sammy does is get fucked and serve his Masters.

“Wait Sammy, before you leave...” The man called to Sammy right before he left.

“You’re coming to me and Jess’ wedding, right?”

“Totally, like, I wouldn’t miss it for the world hehehe” Sammy dumbly giggled as his fake ass jiggled behind him.

The old Samuel was trapped inside his own mind. Completely disconnected from his body. Crying. Screaming. Helplessly watching the man and Sammy’s fiancé live happily ever after... while all Sammy can do is get his new fake ass stuffed full on cum by dom daddies on Grindr.

Unmotivated, below average Matthew needs to get into shape and get his life together but will top jock Brandon be able to get him into shape. Of course he will and along the way he’ll transform him into a horny, musk obsessed dumb jock addicted to lifting and sucking his cock.

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Maybe it was just another passing phase in a long list of passing phases. Maybe it was because one of my friends sent me a voucher for a free trial period and I couldn't pass up a deal, or maybe it was because every review on this guy’s page on the gyms site were four to five stars that all raved about gains and results. It was the best on the site which only made the choice more clear.

It wasn’t exactly my first time trying to get fit or be healthy, I had done this song and dance my entire adult life. I wanted the end result, looking hot, being strong and muscular and maybe even a little healthy I guess. But I just didn’t have that drive or motivation other guys did, so those attempts always ended when things got too hard or I thought I wasn’t seeing any real results. It also didn’t help that I just lacked the confidence to really do it, to go in the gym and ignore this paranoia that others were observing me when everyone literally told me otherwise. This time my expectations weren't high and I just had to be okay with that because what did I have to lose other than my dignity right?

I was going to work out and if I didn’t like it, if the guy was some big smelly brute douchebag I could just ghost him after the first session and say I tried. So I got ready, shaved off my body hair, took an extra long shower and made myself as clean as possible for a good first impression. The problem came when I dug through my closet and dresser, only finding some old athletic shorts and a t-shirt I didn’t care about that were appropriate for a workout. The gym wasn’t that far so I thought I’d impress myself with a walk there, the breeze on my skin encouraging me on till I walked through the doors where new years resolutions died and gym rats were born. I was on time, and for me on time was early, being there and being ready meant a lot to me.

The atmosphere screamed franchise gym, the entrance filled with branding and the desk, sleek, clean and kept to code with what I’d call gym barbie waiting on people to show them her ID or sign up for a plan they would never be able to cancel in their entire life time unless they gave up their first born AND went on a quest to destroy the one ring. Before I even approached she waved at me, the doors signalling my arrival, her voice high and happy as the smile of truly evil bureaucracy ate my soul.

“Hey, welcome to Galaxy Fitness, how can I help you today?! First time member?” She asks, it wasn’t a read or a dig, at least I dont think…sarah yeah that's what her nametag said, could even if she wanted to. I was very much not the type to show up here and she probably had regulars consistently. So I pull up my phone, the voucher already waiting as its unlocked, trying to minimize as much small talk as possible.

“I’m here for the free trial with Brandon? Do you know if he’s in!” If I had paid more attention to Sarah or maybe even just had enough confidence to look her in the eye I would have noticed her expression, her smile became a smirk like she knew something I didn’t. I maybe would have thought something of it and backed out, but I was already trying to focus elsewhere and distract my eyes.

“A client of Brandon’s, yeah he’s in, trust me you're in good hands! I’ve seen him do miracles” She says scanning the voucher and going in the door behind her to fetch him. I thought it was going to be more of a trial and tribulation with her, like maybe she would have talked my ear off or be rude but right off the bat she was on her way to get me what I want! Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its blonde bimbo cover. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Its like the universe heard me, and its response was the loud slapping feet echoing across the floor. A lumbering figure casted in shadows from the overhead light, accentuating his gorgeous muscles but hiding his face made his way over. Each step showcased a swagger in his stride, his legs pushed to the side by the size of a bulge in pants that left little to the imagination. His chest was almost fully out, pillowey pecs that ate away a gymshark tank for breakfast. His arms were corded muscle incarnate with his traps and shoulders creating this domineering silhouette. With the body hair that easily came out looking like a full pelt of fur, he was the definition of mouthwatering even if I wouldn’t admit it outloud.

My own mouth hung open, drips of drool spilling over, and my own dick betraying me, becoming harder, tenting my pants as the mountain of a man I could only assume was Brandon made his way over to me. Towering my average frame and putting into perspective for me, what a man really looked like. I couldn’t help but feel this immediate submissive streak in me flare up, desperate to fully give into carnal urges, gawk openly at his muscles and worship them. He was every man I fantasized about as a strict bottom and even if I wouldn’t completely admit it, I wanted to be. Even from a distance I could start to smell this distinct musk circling the room, coming from him. Just a small smell was like a hit of poppers, my whole body tensing as a tiny PULSE ran through me. 

It wasn’t long before he was right in front of me, it was clear that this man entered the room pecs first, with a cocky gym bro smirk permanently carved across his face that only accentuated his chiseled jaw that was only slightly hidden behind stubble. Before he even spoke to me I felt light headed just being near him, his -stench- MUSK was overwhelming before he raised his pits, its scent wafting into my nose and making my eyes water. This was going to be a long session but it was too late to back out now, he was here and his voice soon sent shivers down my spine. I was 

“Yo, you must be Matt dude, I saw your scheduled appointment last night!” He says shortening my name in a way I despised as he raised his arms slightly up exposing his pits and sending a blast. My own perception of myself was way too serious and uptight, and I knew that which only made it worse when people tried to change it. If I wanted to be Matt, I’d be Matt, but how could I tell this meat headed giant this without losing my session or being tossed. Just go light hearted Matthew, everything will be fine! “It’s actually Matthew sorry, but yeah I'm here for my session and ready to get started!” It was a good correction, not a jab and it had an apology which softened the blow- GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD BRO! It was a loud and sudden intrusive thought, one that wouldn’t leave just an echo repeating that got louder and louder.

“It's all good Bro, I’ll remember to call you Matthew Matt!” He laughs clapping me on the shoulder, his arm wrapping around my neck as he starts walking me along to one of the adjacent rooms to the main facility. His sweat sinking into me slowly, drenching my neckline as his footsteps made his muscles jiggle up and down, my face close enough to his pecs to feel them against my cheek. I had to adjust myself, just being near Brandon was making me horny and if I didn’t move my cock around everyone would see me leaking into my own shorts. “We’ll get you started by weighing and measuring you where you're at so we can see what we're working with!” Patting me on the shoulder one last time before we enter what is probably the closest thing he has to an office.

“So this is pretty standard to begin with? Just weighing and measuring-” Before I can even finish he takes control of the conversation. “Yeah Bro, it's all standard- and we’ll also be talking about goals, about what you want to get out of all of this.” The scale is right infont of me and on the wall across is a height chart. The entire room gives me flashbacks to P.E. and physicals and I can’t help but shrink into myself, my hands feeling my love handles and my shoulders slouching. I let out a sigh and breathe in deep getting ready to feel discouraged when that same lightheaded feeling hits me- FUCK THAT BRO LETS GET TO IT. my brain screams. I try to shake it off, where is that coming - GET OUT OF YOUR OWN HEAD. I just had to get on that scale, and stop being so fucking anxious man. This was just the start and I could only go up from here especially with my man Brandon.  My man Brandon? I don’t even kno- NUT UP AND SHUT UP BRO! It was just a scale and some measurements I could get through that were no problem.

Even though I was reconciling with myself, committing to this, Brandon saw my apprehension, lowering his clipboard to the table he lifts up his arm, exposing his rank, sweaty wet pits from his earlier training, tensing and flexing his bicep. The rhythm relaxing my mind makes me want to follow it, my heart beat and breathing pattern starting to mimic it. Making me breathe more and more of his musk in. The world, my worries, all fully gone.

“Like listen BRO, no matter what the numbers say were gonna get you leavin here lookin swole as fuck, thats a Brandon Guarantee!” He says motioning to the scale before doing a quick bicep flex, his pit immediately exposed to me unleashing a wave of MUSK. My nose was used to it at this point, taking in his scent, no urge to cover it or hide, just sniff deeper, letting it corrupt and corrode my brain to the point of pure acceptance and submission. My eyes roamed his muscles and his sweat soaked body, unable to stop myself from zoning out and submitting to his stern voice or his hands manhandling me into place.

“It's all just about the mindset BRO. We're gonna get you all set, nice starting weight. Going to be a great start for you to build muscle and get you nice and BIG, MATTY!” That name rings in my head. I try to correct him but it just makes so much sense to just let him speak, let him be right, listen, obey. Matthew was so stuck up, being matty could be nice.

“Okay lets see about your measurements, not much we can do with the height Bro..” Brandon says His hands are going across my chest, the measuring tape acting like a restraint as he takes notes and moves it around my form. His sweat soaks my shirt before he pulls away, and I nearly try to follow his hands, wanting that warmth, that sweat that stinks to stay but what's worse is his face looking disappointed.  “Bro I'm gonna need you to take this off, can’t work like this.” I don't even question it, to get his hands back on I’d do anything, taking the shirt off didn't even trigger my anxiety all I wanted was his approval. And his hands.

He gave me direction and I followed, his arms moved to get all my measurements down, and at some point the tape was gone and it was just his hands. Tracing across my chest, drawing on me with his sweat and musk till every inch was massaged, groped and covered. They started drifting, his arms draping over my shoulders as he covered my back before drifting under my pits. He paid extra attention around there, covering up my natural scent, replacing it with his own and encouraging it to produce Brandon's musk. There it was, all of it seeping into my skin, making me more obedient, more susceptible as my body, my mind gave in. Letting him care and basically worship my body with his hands, feeling the potential it had within.

“There you go Bro, All settled, all ready, no more complaints, no more thoughts, just my musk, and my voice!” he says circling me like a shark, his voice speaking truth and only truth. His potent, STALE aroma taking over anything and everything I had left till it was just him and the high of taking in his musk, getting addicted to it. Overwhelming my senses, making it impossible to tell reality from fiction.

“Now Matt, we're gonna do basic workouts today, and each exercise, each rep is going to get you so amped Bro, you're going to memorize proper form and do exactly as I say?” He says making eye contact with me, his voice commanding more than asking.

“Yes Brandon, I’ll memoriiiize proper form and do exactly as you say!” I managed to droll out, feeling good confirming that I understood.

“Not, Brandon Bro, You're gonna only be able to call me BRO from now on, do you understand!” He says slapping me on the ass, eliciting a moan from me as I feel it recoil.

“Understood BRO, only call you BROO!” he gives my ass another swat, a connection in my mind forming that obedience is pleasure, and the more I obey my Bro the better it will feel.

I watch him step back and strike a few poses, each one showing off a different muscle group. Flexing for me, burning the images of them in my mind as he did a double bicep pose, his arms became mountains, his traps flaring making him look larger than life. His pecs popping, with my eyes following each one up and down. Bro had a mastery over individual muscle groups “This is what you crave right Bro, this is what you want to look like?!” He asks me, no Bro is never asking, he’s telling, cementing his words in my head making them the truth.

It's just this time they were already the truth, I just wasn’t ready for it, and now its all I wanted.

“Yesss Bro! I crave muscle Bro, I need to look like that Bro!” My voice is so clear, so even with this, and Brandon takes note of it, its something to truly take root and it was time to branch out.

He got closer to me now, his body just in reach and he looked me up and down and commanded I touch his muscles, worship them, memorize the feel of each one. My eyes focused on them as my hands were guided by his voice. Starting with his chest, feeling the slabs of meat, no these were like pillows, my hands sinking into it, before they drifted down to his solid six pack, his waist tapering before expanding into his hips and legs. I try to slide my hands down to his bulge, this thin piece of mesh blocking me from my prize, it had to have been at least half hard by the size of it, the tiny gym shirts left nothing to my imagination because of the imprint of his shaft and cockhead, It was obscene, mouthwatering and made me just want to feel it, smell it, taste it. If he had put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me down i would have fell to my knees and pulled his shorts down with my teeth, letting the monster out, and slapping me across my cheek smearing precum on my lips as the parted desperately—

 He moved my hands to his arms, knocking me out of my horny fantasy, It was shocking to feel like you've fallen to the bottom of a trance only to feel yourself fall deeper all on your own without someone guiding you. The feeling of his bulging biceps and built triceps were sturdy, strong and before I knew what was happening, my mind focused on my fantasies, on his smell on his muscles, he had grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into his Pit. Everything I smelt before, every bit of man musk was nothing compared to the source.

I couldn’t stop myself from diving deeper, my eyes rolling, tongue fighting its way out of my lips to begin lapping and worshiping his pits, getting more and more of him into me. His deep and resonant moans egged me on as I felt  his hand rest gently against the back of my head, holding my hair for extra leverage. What I couldn’t get with my tongue I felt smeared into my face, covering all of me with him, his smell and his sweat.

 “Good Boy Bro, This will be your foundation, and to make sure it all sticks and you come back Bro, I want you to every time you smell my musk, every time you think about my muscles, my bulge, me, for you to get horny. And every time you get horny I want you to think about the gym, getting gains, and I want that to lead back to the musk and create a loop, an itch that only working out can satisfy. Do you understand me Bro?” His words rush through me, it was so much all at once that when he pulled me from his pit, all I could do was whine and moan. His words bounced around in my head over and over again.

“Come on Bro, say it, say what's gonna happen!” I tried to pull myself back to his pit, needing it again. My mouth had just tasted ambrosia and without it I was empty, nothing.

“Say it BRO, or I won’t let you have the other pit!” His voice is harsh and the very idea of being denied this slice of heaven sends aches up and down my spine.

“Br..Bro every time I smell your musk or think about your muscles or bulge I get horny, every time I get horny I will think about going to the gym, getting gains and every time I go to the gym i’ll think about your musk, my musk and it creates a cycle I can’t ignore, an itch I need scratched that only you can scratch. An itch only Working out can satisfy!” My eyes are gone, fully dilated, his musk is a drug I was addicted to, his words gospel and his muscles all I would ever want. 

“Again louder this time BRO!!” His face was so close to mine, I could feel the heat, the passion, the strength.

“EVERYTIME I SMELL YOUR MUSK OR THINK OF YOUR MUSCLES AND BULGE I’LL GET HORNY, WHEN I GET HORNY I’LL NEED TO GO TO THE GYM AND EVERYTIME I GO TO THE GYM I’LL THINK AND SMELL YOUR MUSK AND GET HORNY OVER AND OVER AGAIN BRO!!” The words running out of my mouth, fully cemented fully true and Bro lets go of me and strikes a double bicep pose. Letting me claim my prize.

As soon as my head zooms down in there I feel it, his bicep, an overbearing power, flexing locking me into place. My face being hotboxed by his musk as I devolve into a horny, submissive slut for his muscle and musk. My hands wandering his body as I try to lick and lap away at his sweaty ripe pits.

After worshipping his pits and learning every crevice every taste of them I was fully out of it, in need of direction. Brandon did this snapping things with his hands and like—

 Bro it was so much easier to think. All I had to do was lift and follow his orders, my mouth felt funny and everything that wasn’t learning how to do a bicep curl, tricep dips or a side lateral raise just wasn’t worth thinking about. Today was gonna be all about arms and shoulders to help me get nice and jacked like him. He told me how important it was that I learn proper form and he guided me with his thick, giant hands each time. I was getting to a point with the weights that it was becoming muscle memory, perfectly replicating what he showed me, taking it to heart.

Half way through i was getting hot the lights felt overbearing, a twinge of doubt and the desire to give up. But my Bro Brandon was  the best, he saw this and lifted up his soaked tank and put me inside it. Mashing my face against his warm, smelly pecs with the tight fabric. My tongue couldn't help but quickly lick away at it, giving into some of my more carnal desires. Soon my worship made him bounce his pecs against me, the trance-like state I found myself in before returning with a vengeance I can’t ignore.

Every bounce was a surge of pleasure, as I began to motorboat my trainer. A part of me wanted to stop, I had done so much today but with each passing second I found it harder and harder to understand why I was being such a dumbass. My bro Brandon was just helping me out, encouraging me to be my best self. If he wanted me to feel the weight of his muscle titties against my face, move them up and down, and me to worship them, then that was the right move duh. I let myself fade into the pleasure and zone out till I found myself out of his shirt and back to working out.

Every rep I did after that for arm day my Bro Brandon gave me a quick Bro slap of encouragement to keep going. My ass jiggling from the swatt eliciting a moan of pleasure. After we were finished with the free weights he made me stand in front of the mirror and start posing, a tiny voice in the back of my head, some form of resistance that stood no chance, was screaming that I would never do this, that this was so out of character but with each pose I cared less and less about that and more about moulding my body to exactly what I wanted.

By the end of it we did some light running to get me nice and sweaty before heading out. It was probably the best session I had ever had and I let him know I would be bright and early tomorrow.

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When I got home I was too exhausted to shower, that's what I told myself. I got in bed and immediately fell asleep, my sweat soaked body drenching the bed, my new musk staining the covers sheets and pillows creating an environmental prison of BRODOM I would never be able to escape from. My dreams were echos of the session, things that were burned into my mind, playing like a slideshow, brandon flexing, words that I couldn’t consciously remember played on loop. The old me would have maybe labeled it a horny nightmare but to me it was paradise, my unconscious mouth drooling on the pillow thinking about my next hit of his musk, or getting to worship all of his strong, rank smell and muscles.

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Shit Shit Shit Bro, I didn't wake up when my alarm went off. Fuck I must be a bit out of it from yesterday. Before I can even jump out of bed it hits me like a freight train, this intoxicating scent coming from the bed. I feel my body tense while laying face down in the bed, my cock throbbing, leaking precum into my underwear, i cant help but grind into my bed. Starting a rut I never want to end, I feel myself take a deep inhale of the smell, feeling the heat and sweat on my body, it makes my brain light up, images of Brandon’s muscles, his bulge, the smell of him making me hornier and hornier, and the hornier I got the more I needed to get up, to go to the gym. My body was aching with need and I had to satisfy it.  I don’t even think about showering or trying to shave. My first thought is jumping into my clothes, not caring that they were sweaty, not caring about how smelly I was or the obvious pre cum staining through onto my shorts I had to get to my bro.

While there isn’t magical growth on my arms as I rush out I do notice the soreness, but also this great feeling of strength in them. They look pumped still, bigger and more toned from the exercise then the unmentionable twigs they were before. Its something to step back and notice and appreciate. Except I had to get to my Bro, I needed my next fix.

The walk was faster today, and Sarah the receptionist waved me in immediately telling me he was in the back. Each step to him was like a jolt of pleasure. A step closer to release, my cock and balls jumping and tenting my shorts, leaving me with no dignity but I was beyond shame at this point. 

“Wow bro, look who finally showed up! Hope you're ready for the legs today Matt!” he says mid pose his eyes staring right into my soul, his musk overtaking my mind again, yeah Matt was my name, loved when he called me that. I feel that dopey grin replace the desperation that had sewn itself to my face, the readiness to submit as I see those shiny, delicious pecs free from their fabric prison, waiting for me. My cock was right on the edge and I needed him to push me over. I find myself falling faster into that headspace before, his presence was frying what was left of my brain again and things got even slower as my eyes glazed over.

“Absolutely Bro, Can’t wait to feel the burn!” I says giving my quads and calves a quick flex. Brandon comes over and quickly gives my bulge a squeeze making me release a giant moan. “Yeah Good bro, so glad you understand!” As he palms my bulge I feel it, that stupid edge, I manage to moan into him begging him to let me come and he tells me to wait to hold off. To be a good Bro and I'll get everything I want and more. I don’t see anything wrong with this, its normal for bro’s to do this, to edge each other, thats always been normal.

The session is simple at first he checks my form when it comes to basic squats, aligning my back and feet correctly, egging me to go further. Its like a stamina test to see how many I can do and with the sweat dripping down my brow I only encourage myself to go past what I would have expected. I get through 10 reps of 30 and feel the burn. That look of pride on my bro’s face was such a fucking reward.

He takes me through a few new exercises afterward. I had never done RDL’s or Bulgarian Split squats but each time he corrects my form or shows me how to do it its burned in my mind. My glutes are on fire, my hamstrings are burning and it all feels good, that good feeling leads to me thinking about my cock, my rock hard cock, how it needs attention, how much attention it will get the buffer I get, how the buffer I get the more musky and sweaty I’ll be. Its so easy to lose my mind to that, just me, my bro, my cock and the gym. Doing what he wants because he knows what's best.

Its the Glute bridges that get me the most, how I'm positioned against the wall, Brandon’s massive yoked frame in front of me, his crotch basically almost eye level with me. Keeping me centered, waiting because hes just so close, close enough for me to just fall forward and nuzzle into it. But I don’t, my big bro brandon is in charge and I listen. It's just that when I start to wobble, to falter, Brandon does notice, and Brandon gets this wolfish grin on his face. One that means mischief, fun and domination.

From above me he leans over onto the wall, his body fully blocking my view of the surroundings and his massive bulge SLAPPING right into my face. That same intoxicating aroma from his pits hits me again but this time even stronger even from behind the fabric. My mind is telling this is accidental, that he didn't mean to do that, that he slipped, as he moves his bulge around my face the world goes blank. It's just me and the piece of meat on top of me. His heavy cock and balls rest across my nose and lips and as I open my mouth to breathe in, I inhale divinity, my lips gently kiss against mesh covered cum filled bull balls and I can't help but taste it.

It's the taste of man, of hard working sweat, with this salty undertone of precum and cum. I lap at it, not caring where I am, and this need, this desire to worship him over his pants keeps me firmly planted against the wall, my form perfect as I try and fit his entire bulge in my mouth. I don't know how long I've been like this. All I know is that when the world returns, when he leaves me my face is covered in his sweat, his pants are fully tented and my legs are on fire.

We take a quick water break and I can't help but feel this pulsing thrum through my body, i’m not thirsty for water, I'm thirsting for him. A part of me wants to feel bad that I did that to him, IN PUBLIC of all places but another part of me, this new louder, much bigger piece knows that was right.That what I did was service, was worship to my bro and his cock, and it felt better then anything, it made me horny and when i was horny, i wanted to work out and when i worked out, id get nice and musky which only made me hornier. 

I had to finally venture into the locker room, the older version of me would have balked at this, the idea of venturing into here at all was an anxiety fest. Now though i had the confidence to really just relax enjoy myself and take my time. I needed to dry off though, it was so sweaty, mmhmm and hot and musky that I don't think I could do my last few workouts without accidentally slipping or falling.

Brandon was already in there, basically naked cooling himself off at the sink when I stopped in. “

“Was wondering when my lil Bro was gonna come on in to see where the fun really happens.” He says smiling so brightly it was infectious.

“Yeah no,  I figured this was gonna be the place to really dry off before we start back up?” I asked, looking around, I didn't see any place for towels, and definitely wasn’t sure how to go about it any differently.

“Its all good bro, I got you covered.” Brandon pulls off the Jockstrap hes wearing through his shorts with ease. It almost feels like one of those only fan promo videos as he does it. His bulge swinging wildly. When its finally free its wet from my tongue bath earlier, but also from sweat, a delicious aroma of musk wafts from it. Brandon quickly pats himself down adding more musk to his well used jock before stuffing it down into my mouth.

The flavor sits on my tongue and I have to stop myself from cumming. The taste of precum and old cumstains drenching my mind in white. I feel Brandon led me out, telling me we were gonna do a quick detour on training that we would have a go at some chest exercises. Sitting me down at the bench press. He sets my form up, my arms at each side evenly placed. Its just when I looked up, jockstrap in my mouth, I saw directly up his shorts, his cock fully tenting them, his bull balls swinging, it was hard and veiny and delicious.

His cock balls were freely swing back and forth, back and forth like a pendulum, so easy to follow, so ebay to focus.

“Bro This is gonna be real easy okay, I’m gonna give you the rhythm to follow and every time you follow it your going to feel good and when you feel good, you’ll go deep, you’ll goblank and listen to me understand.” He said and I moaned in approval, my mouth unable to speak anything just swallow more and more of his sweat and musk. Starting to lift.

“Thats it Bro, you love this, you love coming to the gym!” His cock swinging, my eyes following, blank, receptive.

“You love training fucking hard, all Sweaty and musky, you love being all sweaty and musky!” His voice deeper, his cock getting harder, and harder.

“But what you love most, what gets you so hot, so horny, is serving your trainer, your Bro brandon who is more muscular and musky than you!” He repeats this over and over again, his words branding my mind, his cock oozing precum, building up an orgasm I wanted to feel now but I know was being denied to me for a reason. As soon as we finish them he gets me back on leg day routine, the jock in my mouth the entire time, like ti should be.

We ended on deadlifts, Brandon behind me, spotting me like any good bro. If i still had all of my cognitive abilities I would have questioned the positioning, his body just a bit to close to me, his hands wrapped around my waist like a belt, his crotch level with my ass, so close to pressing into it, all nine inches of that hard gymbro meat begging to fuck me. However I saw no problem with this, if I wussed out or the bar got too heavy I knew my Bro would snap to it grabbing it for me to keep me safe. We started light and easy, I had already sweated up a storm so there was no reason to risk pushing too hard on a dangerous/difficult exercise for a beginner. Before we began I took one last big deep breath in, inhaling mine and his stench, letting it guide me.

“That’s it, nice and slow lets go low yeah, get that ass low” His lips were right against my ear, his breath was hot. I could feel his hands dig in to me, keeping me steady as I slowly lowered myself down. Feeling his cock grind against my ass as I got to my lowest point.

“Okay now good, you're going to come up now, make sure to breathe and engage your core!” His words were so easy to follow, that deep bass reverberating in my head as I did what I was told. I could feel a tiny, small thrust into me, pressing his cock deeper into the middle of my cheeks as I got all the way up. Letting out a deep yell and moan as I did.

“Okay again Matty bro, you can do this! Let's get this started!” You could tell from his voice just how proud he was, and how horny. We repeated this for three reps of ten, each time edging each other slowly. I wanted to drop it at one point and lower my shorts but the way the musk made me want to keep going, that earthy scent giving me the drive to get built. I was so happy to just workout. I left the gym soaking wet in sweat swearing I was just going to shower when I got home. I don’t know when I got so good at lying to myself or being this dumb. I drifted off to sleep, mouth filled with Brandon’s sweat and precum, blissfully asleep and getting reconditioned

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I didnt even bother to set my alarm last night bro, there was like no point, Me and Brandon were just gonna be chillin out anyway. Him teaching me the ropes. It also meant I could spend a little bit more time breathin in my dope man stink, humping my bed feeling my cock beg to fuck something. Matty jr. I would have to wait tho man because I needed to keep a clear head. We got off when we got gains and that's just my Bro way man. At one point I flipped myself over and bed and had to jack it, teasing the head as I traced my finger around it and the shaft, watching the precum just ooze out of it. Taking a quick swab with my finger I brought it to my lips and just moaned. I couldn't wait to get the real thing but to do that I had to go to the gym. There was no point in putting on underwear today, I had totally ruined them with all my precum that I might as well just go commando.

I looked at the shorts I had worn from the day before and gave them a quick sniff, that same light headed feeling hit me. “Must still have some wear left in em” I think before pullin em on, it took an extra hop to get them over my ass. “Must just be the pump from yesterday” is all i can think, picking up a different shirt from my closet not caring much about it. Before I went on my run to the gym I looked at my reflection. Dopey grin, glassy eyes,  chinstrap starting to form and just a genuine relaxed posture. I looked good enough to eat and I hoped my big bro Brandon would want a bite.

I didn't even say anything to Sarah when she buzzed me in, just a smile and nod! She seemed to know I was coming to, quickly telling me there was a protein shake Brandon got for me on the counter. I took it, thinking at the very least I should give it a try since my bro got it for me. If I was at all observant like I used to be, I would have been able to tell that that shaker was empty, I would have questioned it by how light it was but that doesn't matter really. Because walking my way to the back though I almost dropped it.

If I thought Brandon’s dickprint was obscene, looking at his ass when he was bent over got me going. My cock immediately went from half mast to ramrod straight. I couldn't help but bite my lip looking at it up and down. It was the perfect mix of muscle and fat, not just gym goals but something I would want to fuck so hard. Imagining myself underneath him while he holds onto my chest, his ass riding my cock bouncing up and down. His pillowey pecs in my face as he takes full control. Even in my fantasies of fucking him he was incharge and I couldn’t help it.

I feel that wave of musk hit me again, that heady, foggy feeling taking over, my brain frying again till nothing's left but a jock bro waiting to work out. “Fuuuuck Bro you got a permit for that dumptruck.” I say giving it a quick swat, my eyes watch as it hypnotically jiggles, the recoil insane on it.

Brandon can’t help but laugh, seeing how far I’ve come from clean cut, stuck up nerd to work out Bro, and today would be the day he cements it all even if I didn’t know it yet. “Nah bro but I definitely know how to back it up.” he says, thrusting himself back into me, its at that moment I lose a lot of my composure as my mesh covered cock hotdogs his cheeks. It all happens so fast, that edge I’d been on the last few days is long gone, I’ve been shoved off of it, an orgasm I couldn’t control that had built up, firing at all cylinders. I feel my past, my experiences, my old shower and skin care routine, my booksmarts all shoot out of my cock with three days of cum.

My hands reach out to him, grabbing onto his pecs from behind, feeling them up, worshipping them as I start to thrust into him, dry humping him like a moron. The old me, the me that was shooting into my pants and down my leg would be so embarrassed but the muscle musk loving me only cared about gains and getting off.

“Thats it, time to let go all the way, this is the last “FREE” session Bro, you ready for that.” He pulls himself up off the machine he was on. Backing his ass into me, wedging my incredibly sensitive and still hard cock there until he steps away. Once he’s standing fully in front of me I feel myself fall to my knees taking him all in.

“See Bro, you're almost done, you're almost my perfect lil Gym Bro, it's just one last lil step okay. One last step and you're on your way to be a real jockbro okay.” He says laughing slightly, tugging at his pants. Struggling to pull them down because of his thunder thighs. When he finally does he throws them behind me. My eyes focused on his black jockstrap, the musk radiating off that, wafting into my nose driving me crazy. I try to dive for it but he grabs my head.

With the smirk of a fox he lowers them and IMMEDIATELY i feel it slap me in my right cheek going over to my left. Smearing precum across my lips I can’t help myself from licking at it, tasting divinity. I try to follow after it but Bro is wagging it back and forth, keeping it away from me.

“God you should see the look on your face Matty, you look so fucking cock hungry i wonder if I” he doesn’t even say anything else. I feel another strong SLAP across the left side of my face, my eyes follow this giant fuckstick as he teases me, going all the way to the other side.

“God it's so hot when you chase after it, one more time let me see what this does!” I watch as he holds his cock with both hands lifting it up till its hovering over the middle of my face. Casting a shadow straight down the middle, I feel it, this moment of no return I could move out of the way, avoid it all but I submit, my eyes wide open looking up at Brandon as He drops his cock. My eyes cross as they try to track it, slapping hard against my skin, our sweat and the precum splashing everywhere. My mind was shattered into a million pieces.

“This is all so worth it. Okay bro Ready to be a part of the Galaxy Fitness family.” He pulls away and I moan, begging for whatever is to cum next. He holds onto both sides of my head, his cock right at my lips. He lightly presses against it, my mouth kissing it before slowly opening to welcome it in.

“Good, Now Take it!” He yells thrusting all the way in and down my throat, his hands holding the side of my face for leverage. I dont have any time to react, I don't have any time to even gag, just take it. Hard, Fast and Deliciously. It should have hurt, I shouldn’t have been so relaxed but I had to serve my trainer so I served him right. Letting him skull fuck me I feel his pubes brush and tickle against my nose, the arousing aroma fully blanking me as I feel myself cum hands free again.

“Yeah thats it almost!” He almost pulls all the way out, leaving just the tip in before plunging all the way in “God you feel so good bro, so tight, so warm!” His cock hitting me in the back of the throat again, down and filling me all the way. It leaves no room, no space, just cock, just muscle, JUST MUSK. 

“Yeah, so close, gonna fuck you stupid, gonna fill you up with cum and thats all your gonna be lil.BRo!” he moans out going faster now, his balls slapping into my chin and neck. His hands gripping my hair.

“”All your. Gonna… BE is..MY LIL DUMB MUSCLE BRO!!”  Each word was another thrust, another plunge, going harder and harder, I couldnt breathe, DIDNT NEED TO. All i needed was cock, all i needed was cum. All I needed was Muscle, Musk and to serve my Bro.

“Here it cums, SWALLOW ALL.OF.IT.BRO!” He moans out, smashing his pubes into my face and shooting, load after load of cum. Swallowing all of it, my stomach fills to the brim as I feel myself lose control again, having a third orgasm today, emptying out more space for him, for the gym, for this. No more past, no more worries, all my education gone, just this.

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

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He wasn't supposed to get that big!

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

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

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

Here's what the Power bottom KOKSTRAPSs effects are

Ass growth

Core muscle enhancement

Self Lubing hole

Tops hairiness preference

Figure enhancement

Stamina enhancement

Cum production enhancement

Dominant mindset

Flexibility enhancement

Hole elasticity emhancement

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

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

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

I caved!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another Commissioned story!!! Hope you all enjoy if anyone ever wants to commission me slots are always open and i'm down to write anything! hit me up in Dm's for details!

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Alpha Sigma Sigma was one of the top frats in the United States. We had chapters in every major college, alumni you wouldn’t believe and a history going back as far as the concept of university life in America. We weren’t just some major deal we were the blueprint, we were the thing that  all modern day Greek life based themselves off of. The pressure to be the best wasn’t just soul crushing it was also necessary. An entire institution as universities know it required us to set the gold standard and I almost fucked it up.

My name is Cole Seymour, Junior at Barton university and proud member of Alpha Sigma Sigma or ASS for short. I had had three years of service in this frat, my freshmen year rushing the frat and being a pledge being some of my biggest and proudest memories made this year all the more special. As I had gained the responsibility for working on and maintaining hell week for the pledges. What some would call hazing, or cruel and unusual punishment I would call a way of finding masculine brotherhood in a world that demonizes men and forces them to be soft. For christ's sake my hell week was really a hell year and I’m closer with the guys who tortured me then my own liberal siblings and parents.

Sure some people might even say it's our way of forcing out “undesirables” and making sure the frat stays exclusive and elitist but I got in on my own merit. My dad showed me exactly what he did and I used it to impress the guys while also standing out as a leader. So i was really fucking shocked that what I did was a problem, that I was sitting here in the frat presidents office, with the dean of the school behind his desk, hands on his temple stressed out of his mind. He was another alumni and it showed with his strong muscular build, for a man in his fifties with salt and pepper hair he probably cleaned up with chicks easily.

“Listen Dean Carson, my Bro Cole didn’t mean for this to happen, it was like a total freak accident, I don’t know why Kyle chugged that keg!” My pres got my back, Chad was a total Chad always backing up the frat members where he can. I just hate that it was a lie, Kyle was totally gooning after me, batting his eyelashes at me, getting all touchey feely, so I was a little rougher to try and get him out. No big deal it wasn’t homophobic.

“Yeah Bro, I told the dude he didn’t have to do this I gave him like so many outs. He was like trying to like prove himself like a man or something, it's not on me bro to ask the other pledges!” Maybe it sounded kinda whiney, or maybe not believable but it's all I could say, I know those pledges wanted to get in here bad, a few of them had to think like me.

“Its not about if its on you or not, the frat is fucking responsible for all of its pledges and if one of them is injured we’re liable!” The dean bangs his hand on the table, his phone starting to buzz as he tries to regain some composure AND let off some of his steam.

“This frat has a legacy that goes beyond a century, this could ruin us, tarnish it all! We will be lucky if the only thing that happens is he sues!” The phone goes off again, my frat pres is looking at me like a deer in headlights. Neither of us have ever seen the dean like this, hell any of the faculty like this. The frat was always the golden child of the campus, bringing money in, so we tended to get away with the brunt of our shenanigans but I guess this time there was just enough damage.

“In fact you’ll be lucky to stay enrolled at this university or ANY university if we get- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU- oh he doesn’t remember what happened… There’s not going to be any charges, he just wants into the frat oh thats all so easy to do. Thank you so much for the update!” His face calmed down, before looking at the two of us, his rampage turned off and he plastered a stern look on his face, his composure somewhat returned.

“Wait, so like we're off the hook?” I immediately ask, I have no tact and no real discipline. I just say what I think. Chad immediately looks like he is going to have a stroke and he slaps his forehead like I said the dumbest thing I could have in the moment.

“Off the hook, you almost cost the frat, NO, the university millions in a civil suit at the least. No, you are far from it but I also am too busy to punish you so its up to your president to handle that while I put out ALL the embers of this almost inferno. Chad actually do it or your both expelled!” Dean got up and ran out, or well briskly walked, he was getting old. Chad immediately let out the biggest sigh I had ever heard from him, his bulging pillowey pecs that looked like they wanted to tear his tank top off, heaving. If I was a gay dude I’d totally motorboat them.

“Soooo, punishment maybe it can just be me on door duty for the next party or..” Before I can even finish his finger is on my lips shushing me.

“Dude no, shut it, you don’t get to get off easy man. Nah this has to be a teachable moment, something that you work for!” Chad looks at me, his eyes blue, searching deeply into mine, fucking work? I don’t want that, but I also know right now not to say that. If I say something Chad is just going to make things worse.

“That Kyle kid is gonna get in, which means he needs a room-” Before he can finish I stop him. There was no fucking way he was gonna punish me with that fairy. There is a ton of shit i would put up with, my hell week when i was a pledge was again no joke but there is no way i’d do that. What if he made eyes at me, or started jerking off to me. Hell, I bet he’s always have a boner in our room. You might think that this is a lot of dick talk for a straight guy but I promise bro this is normal.

“No, no I’m not doing that, that Fagg can stay the hell away from my room!” I shout, god how could he even think that. I was so pissed and angry he almost cost me everything just a few seconds ago, that the insinuation that he’d be costing me bitches AND perving on me made me angry as fuck bro.

“Fuckin language bro, no you dumbass not sharing rooms, we have an extra, the fucking attic!” Chad looks beyond just done, he looks kind of how the dean looks mixed with tired. If I was a more empathetic person i would probably realize I almost fucked him over worse then the dean. But I’m currently just overjoyed that I don’t have to share a room with that dumbass.

“What has that got to do with me then? Just put him in the attic and be done with it, what's my punishment!” like get to the point already Chad, Honestly if we're both still in the frat next year I'm totally gonna run against him. He was such a dumb ass and slow to get to the point. Hell freshman year I thought he was also one of those queers but the man turned out to be a real bro.

“Bro you're such a dumbass and an asshole, your punishment is cleaning the attic out for him.” Chad crosses his arms after he walks out of the room, leading me to my punishment. I was dragging my feet, shocked wait this might also just be as bad as rooming with the fairy, i can’t help but think

“Bro no I can’t do that, please Bro I’ll do anything but clean the attic” I’m begging, almost willing to get on my knees as we go up the stairs.Chad’s fat bubbly rear jiggling in my face with every step as the fabric of his shorts held on for deer life. The house was big enough for at least 12 college students without anyone sharing a room or touching the attic and basement.

“Oh so you’ll room with our possibly newest member!” he says smirking at me getting right next to the locked attic door. This place always gave me the creeps, I had refused to go up here the entire time I've been with the frat but I had no choice now. Him jokingly (hopefully) offering up that other option was just not it man.

“I’d rather suck a fat cock then EVER room with that faggot dude. I’ll clean this attic but I ain’t coming back down until I KNOW that he isn’t going to be my roommate!” I was serious, this was not going to happen and Chad just kept playing with me. I get it I fucked up, it wasn’t chill and I harshed the schools vibe but can’t they see it was an “accident”. 

“I’d be careful what you say or do from now on Cole, and drop the slurs you gotta be kinder dude you never know who or what your fucking with!” he smirks when he says that, his words holding an edge I don’t pick up or even recognize. If I was a smarter person or maybe even just a bit more observant I would have seen that the glint in his eyes wasn’t natural. That his words weren’t just “edgy” they had something sickly sweet to them that wafted into the air and circle me before trailing through the door in front of us cracks and crevices. 

“In your fucking dreams” I mutter under my breath, my voice quiet but not quiet enough. Chad just laughs and mutters something even quieter. His words make my eyes drift to his body, magnetically locked on his hands as he “just” adjusts his bulge. The heft of it going up and down jiggling, drool pooling in my mouth unconsciously as my eyes glaze over, Chad’s hands moving into his pants to get really deep into his crotch. Pulling them out and putting them under my nose which makes my eyes roll. I hear his words echo around me before the world goes white with pulsing heat arching through my body before suddenly I’m back to normal, like none of that happened. It didn’t happen, my brain just made that up because i’m gonna be so fuckin bored doing this.

He opens that door at the top of the stairs, the stale air rushes out and I feel my lungs fill with its musty air. The room in front of us was dark, dingy and filled to the brim with a hoarder's nest of items. The entire room made my skin crawl from even outside and Chad took my hand and pulled me inside the room leading the way through the narrow walkway that they made with boxes.  A light flipped on revealing more mess then any one man would know what to do with. All of it must have its start from when the frat started and they just never cleared it out. This is what we have pledges for is all I can think as Chad whistles.

“Oh man do you have your work cut out for you, I’ll come check in on you in a few hours and bring you some dinner, looks like you have a long weekend ahead of you!” he says, patting my shoulders before walking back down.

“Weekend?! Bro no I’m literally just gonna yeet this shit!” But Chad doesn’t stop walking when he shouts a reply.

“I said CLEAN this place not to make more of a mess, you're gonna bring this shit down neatly and organize what HAS to stay up there bro! Have fun!” His voice gets quieter the farther away he gets. This was going to be a long weekend. I just didn’t know why yet. Chad’s words from before hanging in the air like an ominous threat “I’d be careful what you say or do from now on Cole, and drop the slurs you gotta be kinder dude you never know who or what your fucking with!!”.  A silent pulse that echoed with me alone and I couldn’t even recognize it or what it was, not a threat but a promise.

My movements were panicked and stressed, where do you even start on a pile of shit like this, there was furniture in the center, old chairs and seats that needed to be moved out. I did that working up a sweat, my shirt getting covered in dust and grime probably from the 80’s the chairs getting taken down stairs for now. Some boxes were easy and lighter to lift and I went ahead and moved them to where the chairs were.

I decided at the hour mark to turn off my phone, looking at the time fly by wasn’t helping me and if I wasn’t fast enough I’d lose daylight and be stuck doing this with that rinky dinky light.

I was making progress. I know I was, I mean I had an entire corner of the room picked apart and cleared. I was drenched and dirty, and the once clear light from the central window was fading. I decided to take a break, basically ripping my shirt off to dry my face and throwing it to the side. Thing is a lot of the boxes I hadn’t moved were not properly placed and some were far off balance. Unbalanced enough that the bad luck I was already experiencing decided to exemplify itself and  my shirt hit the box on the top of a wobbly pile and it teetered over the edge. The box tumbling through the air as the contents spilled all over the floor paper magazines strewn about creating new headaches for me and another mess.

“Great, just fucking great, what else, you know what no..NOTHING ELSE can go wrong, this is rock bottom, im officially just THE BOTTOM HERE!” I say, my wording and phrasing echoing out as I immediately fall to the floor to start picking them up, the covers and pages all felt and looked old. Retro as hell with men in different poses, their clothing tight and taught against their body revealing more skin then covering.

“Damn these guys were built, the 80’s style was pretty out there though, couldn’t imagine any of my bros wearing this shit now!” I hold up one of the magazines taking a closer look.

“The fucking stache too, wonder whats in this stupid thing!” I pull it open, laughing thinking I’ll get a kick out of old 80’s workouts, maybe even compare my own physique. Tensing my muscles as I do, but then they tense on instinct each page I flip to is less about working, and more about men in different stages of  undress, or posing really close and provocative. My eyes can’t stop glaring openly at the pages. My mouth open, agape in horror as I come to the horrific realization this is an old school gay magazine. THEYRE ALL OLD RETRO GAY MAGAZINES.

Each one depicting a different gay actor or probably porn star, some more graphic then others on the covers. Fuck no, not this fag shit, how do we have all of this, were there really fags in the frat back then too. No this had to be some fucked up prank right. I try and gather the pages but as I do my sweaty, sticky hands find it hard to let go of them.

As I move the one currently stuck to my hands to my face I see my hairless, gay beta chump in just a speedo. “Fuck can’t even pretend to be a real man with some chest hair! Fuck.. fuck get this stu..id, stupid page off!” I manage to barely peel it off the paper, refusing to tear. But as I do my other hand stumbles upon a blank magazine cover.

“What is this one…” But my question is horrifically interrupted, my hand that just grazed the cover page feels this sinking feeling as my hand gets stuck to the very top of it. Chad’s words echoing louder now, the room spinning as that white pulsing heat from before arches through me again. My hand sinking deeper into the white, then my wrist falling through the page, beginning to suck me. I try crying out for help, pleading but I know no one can hear me as my arm gets sucked all the way through my shoulder just barely stopping me as I get ready to plummet into the unknown. 

The pulsing heat getting stronger as my face is right near the papers edge and I can read in the clearest detail a title in bold font - Frat jock To Pornstar cock as my entire being is swallowed. Me shoulder and head first before the rest of me is easily swallowed up. The world going white

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I felt color and the world return to me in a flash but I wasn’t in the attic anymore. The room was brighter with stand lights aimed at me. I was in my shorts sitting on an old black couch, my legs stuck to its leather. The lights made it hard to see but I could tell we were on a retro 80’s set, a few cameras pointed at me, the silhouette of a man sat in front of it waiting. It felt old, disturbing and creepy

I tried to get up, move my body, hell even speak but nothing would come out and my body refused to listen. I was trapped in some strange place after getting literally eaten by a book, was this hell. Did chad lace something and give it to me and this is just the WORST trip ever.

“Can you give me your name!” His voice rings out, deep and rich filling my ears like honey, my body feels not heat but warmth and satisfaction. A new compulsion, to answer, to obey and to listen filled me, my mouth moving, twitching without my control. “It’s Cole Seymour Sir!” my voice is pleading, thirsty for order, to be controlled. Fuck this was so gay, no, was my dick actually getting hard from answering him

“The sir’s a nice touch…but…but the names wrong, let's change…Okay i have it your name is Seymour, Seymour Coxs!” His voice resonates through the air I want to deny it, to yell my name is Seymour Coxs…But that's right, he is right.Him mentioning that sir was a nice touch fills me with warmth, makes me feel giddy “Seymour, how old are you?” He is isn’t asking, its a command.One I was becoming desperate to answer!

“I’m 21 Sir!” Im straight to the point, my legs spreading against my will as I give the camera a better view of my bulge, a cocky smirk plastering itself on my face instead of the look of fear and rage.

“No, I think Seymour Coxs is easily in his late 30’s early 40’s! A real Daddy!” The man behind he camera says it and I feel a sense of dread, no he can’t im so fucking young dont take this from me I scream. I feel my potential, my future starts being ripped from my mind. My life is tearing to shreds as my skin starts to slowly age, my bones growing denser, my joints aching slightly. My hair is lightly thinning as greys start appearing through it. Life started pouring into my mind, overloading and overwhelming me. Memories of a life after college flooding my head, settling down with some blonde bimbo, having three kids, working for my dad, cheating on that blonde bimbo with younger blonde bimbos, my older body staying roughly the same build, metabolism slowing down, getting comfortable, a paunch of fat settling in. Fuck no please-

Why was i so fucking panicked, i loved getting out of university and landing that kushy job with my father, took care of all my..my brats? Fuck no this isnt right. But it is, because the director said it was. I graduated college in the early 70s and have spent the rest of my time doing this shit. I need to get out before he gets me involved in whatever fairy porn he is trying to cook up.

“MMmm not quite right- Seymour what's your sexuality, and how do you feel about having sex with men!” I feel my body shudder- I can freely talk, fuck I can freely talk.

“Fu-Fuck you faggot, no I fucking am straight I will not fucking fuck a guy even if its for all the money in the world you can miss me with that gay shit. Straight as a fucking arrow, pounding pussy every damn night annd… and..  and there is -SNAP- nothing you can do..do..about it!” the snap of his fingers echo through me, that same white pulsing power from before raking through my body, my posture going rigid, my mind burning. If before I felt like my life was being overwhelmed by new thoughts and memories, now it felt like I was being gored out, hollowed, that future eradicated, the perfect wife, family and heterosexual lifestyle being deleted. I felt empty and needed to be filled fuck. What was I, who was I?

“See that doesn’t work for me Mr. Cox, I think you are Gay, in fact I think you're the gayest Daddy around, spending all your time working out, your body covered in muscle, body hair and musk to send your boys wild. Getting off on camera like this right now, pumping your cock for me.” He drones on, that empty feeling starts to slowly recede as he fills me. My sedentary heterosexual future is being replaced by an active lifestyle. Seeing myself at the gym, in the most revealing clothing I could find. That pulsing heat getting hotter as images and ideas of younger men fawning over me, calling me daddy, begging, pleading on their knees to suck my cock and get railed like the fuckin sluts the were. My body was humping the air, thrusting up into noting as I tried and failed to mentally fight off this REVOLTING LIFE.

My chest heaving as muscles pour onto my pecs, spilling out, if I was in a shirt it would have bursted at the seams. My abdominables lay flat, almost as if the focus wasn’t on abs like the modern day but just a silhouette. My shoulders broaden becoming wide, hair smattering across me as the wave of transformation continues, a golden tan following suit to show off my gains.

God those twinks and jocks wouldn’t be able to get enough of me- i horrendously think as I watch myself flex my bicep, watching it bulge and veins flood across it. No i liked blondes and redheaded bi-tches, yeah I loved to bitch out my boys. The thought of them worshipping my arms, my pecs and back as they all developed through years of hard work getting me off. My cock raging hard in these tiny gym shorts I was wearing, my poser barely hanging on, soaked with precum. My musk and sweat filling the room, my armpits getting bushier.

“I love seeing you take to your role so well, Seymour. I know you also never skip leg day and have worked really hard on your skills with that ass and mouth of yours. We all know a gay porn star like you likes to do it all!” as he says that i feel that PULSE erupt below my waist. My glutes are expanding, becoming just as hairy. Images of those slutty twinks and jocks begging for my cock, their legs behind their head or bouncing on my dick get interlaced with other men bending me over, my once proportional tight cheeks becoming thick and juicy, bouncing back with every mental thrust, my hole changing, becoming more experienced instead of virgin. My cock starts to grow rapidly, going from its once average six inches to a monster ten incher. My balls become full bull balls as I become so needy, a needy, desperate pornstar. My thighs grown in perfect muscle and fat as they become thunder thighs, big enough to crush a mans skull or support me while I fuck myself stupid for the camera and my handsome master, director and sir. My face is the last to change, staying old but now more maintained. Changing, lips becoming poutier, my tongue desperate and throat empty. My face is becoming kinder and more charismatic, a cute mustache is growing to frame my lips and nose better. My hair growing out to be less fuck boi and more adonis. 

“So tell me who you are and what you're here for?” My director asks and I just smile, feeling myself on the edge of a hands free orgasm. Thrusting into the air, no more caring about the past, just what the director wants. Memories of my life to this point, of the fear and anxiety of being a queer man in uncertain times settling in, finding my place with my community, doing what I love and working with people despite the fear, it was everything. So much better then a pointless frat jock bro in the 2020’s.

“Names Seymour Coxs, Age forty-two, i love fucking and getting fucked by guys and I’m here for my audition of the role of Frat Daddy!” I moan out, cumming all of my past away into my short shorts and poser. Load after load filling it up until it becomes so drenched its basically just painted on me.

Commission Story post!! if anyone wants any sort of TF I am opening my slots all up due to my current situation <3 All are welcome!!

Twitch streaming was not for the faint of heart, most people had their own assumptions about the profession, hobby, job whatever you wanted to call it. Everyone had an opinion and most of the time everyone had a different experience that proved one of them right. Twitch was not a dating app, but damn did people use it like one. Twitch was so much easier than doing a normal nine to five retail job, and there's no argument there that it didn’t come with a lot of benefits. But twitch also had a massive parasocial problem, people believing they truly knew about a person and what they went through beyond the stream. Twitch had a massive privacy and protection issue when it came to its site and streamers.

All of these things coagulated together to create an interesting and new problem, parasocial, horny hackers and chatters who had whole concepts and ideas on who people should be. And how their ideas would make that streamer's life so much easier. It really was just a rumor, something spread on reddit forums about certain streamers getting a raid from some streamer and their chats exploding with messages. Those messages change streamers into parodies, caricatures and horny gay versions of themselves. It was frightening especially for the straight male population of twitch streamers.

Really it was just a rumor right? It's absurd that a hacker could actually transform someone into a slutty. Horny gay version of themselves. Magic wasn’t real and the worst thing the hacker could do was find out the streamers info and leak it. That is devastating, horrible and cruel, its led to many tragedies but it never removed someone’s autonomy. So Those pussies could suck a fat one for all our protagonist cared about.

RunBxnny (Known as Alex to his friends) is a pretty tame fps streamer, not like the other “alpha male”, misogynist red pilled homophobes. At least not publicly, he had managed to keep a clean positive image of just being a bro to everyone. Encouraging community and team building with members whether it was his open lobbies, community days or those two times he did a charity stream. People loved him and that was better then almost any real life currency because love and attention brought not just money in but other perks including longevity. It paid very well to be kind in the long run.

He was also classically handsome, attracting both women and gay men as his main audience. Sure, was that the main reason he kept a clean image, well yeah shitting where you eat is a terrible idea, so what if he had to fake being genuine and sweet if it got him what he wanted. The gays and girls and whatever could afford his love and support and all he’d have to do is throw them a bone, why not? Fags loved when he wore tanks, and girls loved his good girls and asking them questions. It was so fuckin easy anyone could do it. He didn’t understand why people went so quick for the scumbag, rage baiter troll routine, it attracted more than just the physically ugly, all those guys were WASHED.

So when RunBxnny opened up obs to stream some sort of shooter he was not all surprised to see his offline notifs had popped off, posting a shirtless selfie on Instagram before going live always got bitches horny. Fresh from a  workout, slightly hard at the thought of the attention he was going to get he got stream booted up. His cock stretching his boxer briefs and making the jeans he was wearing just slightly distended.

The chat slowly filtered in, and slow for RunBxnny was about fifty people at a time, his chatters entering immediately saying hi to each other before spamming emotes. Waves of rainbow flags, heart emojis and thirsty gifs he had his artists shrink filled chat, emboldening his ego. Creating this space was the biggest tool he had at his disposal for feeding it and it wouldn’t go hungry any time soon, he just had to be smart. 

“YOOOOOO chat whats up whats happening its RunBxnny here for the good vibes!” He quickly hit the stream decks transition button switching to his glowing smile. His deeper register picked up perfectly on the mic as he greeted chatter after chatter. Everyone wanted to say hi and who was he to complain, it kept their attention and at the end of the day thats what he really wanted wasn’t it?

It’s why when a bunch of new chatters typed their hellos’ and greetings RunBxnny didn’t even flinch. His normal chatters like SaragamesHard, TaronEatsDown, CallofSnoopy and some gayr names were quickly overwhelmed by a swarm of new people. RunBxnny was a good streamer so he made time for it.

“Hey CallmeDaddy nice to meet you, BottomMakr welcome on in! Hey good to meet you CoachStyle, Hey Dommerpog hyped to meet you guys, damn we have a lot of new people today.” the names were a lot more sexual then he was used to, he could have sworn he saw one about jockstraps in there but a viewer was a viewer and he’d get his ad revenue. As long as they didn't harass anyone or make him uncomfortable the mods would handle the majority of the caroling of the masses. He did a quick little subtle flex, his pecs popping under the fabric of his cotton blend shirt, his biceps bulging, giving the viewers something to stare at as he got ready. He already knew some of these bitches were clip farming him for their fan pages.

“Today guys its good to see all of you, as you know on wednesdays we do community day on cod, so you guys are welcome to que up and we can squad some versus matches!” his voice was even making sure to be confident, everything was perfectly manicured, he had to appeal to everyone not just one group. He already saw ten people que up immediately. Chat was moving faster and as it moved faster he missed a few messages,, hell his mods missed them.

CallMeDaddy: Damn someones looking beefy today, can only imagine what that looks like out and the open.

BottomMakr: God it would be so much better if he got up and showed off that ass of his so I could see what we were working with.

CoachStyle: patience boy seems like we found a good candidate no matter what for the raid

CallMeDaddy: Abso-fucking-lutely can’t wait to transform this twerp.

DommerPog: i’ll use my points, call dibs on the first change bitches.

BottomMakr: I won't complain about that.

The matches were starting, and a few subs had been sent his way, Alex was honestly on a high. A good start to a stream does that. It doesn’t just give you confidence or boost you through the algorithm, it also makes you very very very blind to your problems and arrogant. It lowers the guard many build in order to protect themselves from any upcoming threats, and when something does happen, when there is a problem that occurs it rocks their world. It brings instability and all that really gets left behind is the feeling that something, anything would be better than this. It’s not like Alex was alone, he had his father home, being a famous streamer and living with your family had many benefits and one was having a calm figure in your life you could go to in dire situations where leveled heads would succeed.

“Okay two guys on me, on me yeah, their coming on me, their in, I feel it… Sara thanks for the good Girl FUCK WELCOME IN RAIDERS!!” Notifications start flashing on his screen, between redeems popping up, to the game he’s playing suggestive lingo, its easy to miss who the raiders are at first. Even the mods scramble as a raid of a hundred or so people pile in, the scene transitioning and raid music playing. Mods shouting out the raider as RunBxnny scrolls through the same spammed, odd raid message to see who sent him such a lovely, but soon to be cursed gift..

“🌀🌀🌀TIME FOR CHANGE🌀🌀🌀” Spammed by atleast half of chat as our hero (victim) finally finds the user he was looking for. Eyes taking on a ghostly blue sheen as something raided more then just his chat, but also his soul as the plan began taking root.

“Hey Raiders!! Great to meet you KoKStrapChanges, funny name!! Welcome on in to my corner of the internet great to have you here, make sure to drink some water, eat some food and if you have to raid and run thats completely understandable I’ll take ***Leans into the mic, lowering his voice just a tad* Goood care of your community, for all of you guys staying, make sure to read chat’s rules, be kind and lets have some fun!! What were you guys playing?” He ran through the whole thing so fast, so rehearsed like it was second nature. Sure the name was odd, definitely gay, Alex had definitely seen that name somewhere but not in his own chat, he pulled up discord and told his head mod to look into it while he chatted. His regulars had been drowned out by all the newcomers, almost like they’d been blocked from getting in the way.

KoKStrapChanges: Thanks so much for welcoming us in, we were just playing my favorite game, and now you get to be a part of it.

“What, what do you mean a part of it? That's really weird dude!” His mod sends a message of discord that something is wrong, that they can’t access mod mode, and that KoKStrapChanges is apparently a known hacker. This rings so many alarm bells, a raid that size was normal for him at this point and if it hadn’t been his mod saying it he wouldn’t have taken it seriously but it was the perfect storm of info given.

Worried about what’s getting ready to happen he clicks over to his obs screen getting ready to leave when the raiders start chiming in, and the game begins.

CallMeDaddy: Oh God I love when we get to raid!! This is gonna be so much fun

BottomMakr:  MMM he’s even cuter when he’s nervous, can’t wait to see him beg

CoachStyle: He’s gonna be such a good boy for us.

CallMeDaddy: Not just a good boy, he is going to be the best, begging for all of us to be his daddy by the end of it. Dommer You get first change!

DommerPog: First up, Everytime RunBxnny tries to close stream he’s going to gain five pounds of muscles and experience a wave of euphoria so strong he has to lay back in his chair panting and moaning instead

KoKStrapChanges: Oh that' s such a good Idea! DONE

The screen flashes and as Alex tries to close out and escape a PULSE rushes through his body and it feels like it was set on fire. Each muscle bulging slightly as he gains a slight pump, his voice leaving his throat in pants and moans. His perfectly fitted shirt and pants strain, seams starting to fray as he filled out further

“Fuck, fuck whats.. No no you guys, you guys are those gay raiders!” His voice was breathless, moaning in panic as he couldn’t help but try the same thing again in vain. His hand reaches for the mouse, and as it does, a jolt of pleasure and a PULSE of change rushing through him. He feels it center on his chest, his pecs becoming disproportionate to the rest of himself as he grabs both newly forming muscle tits. Groping and feeling himself up as more pleasure rushes through him, pillowey pecs pushing his shirt to its limits, the hem rising exposing a defined v-line and the beginnings of his abs. Chat went crazy as he squeezed them before regaining his senses, cock pulsing and throbbing underneath his pants, leaking precum.

His ass starts to inflate, muscle and fat growing on his rear as it bubbles out, lifting him slightly higher in his gamer chair, his thighs thickening as he feels them forced apart further to leave room for his junk to breathe. His calves carve themselves freely to that of diamonds. His feet flopping free of socks and elongating, toes thickening. Muffled groans and moans from his lips echo aropund the room as they get louder. Thank god they can’t see my lower half he thinks as he reaches for the mouse again, not learning his lesson.

It PULSES through him again, chest inflating, shoulders broadening, back becoming more defined. His shirt starting to rip and tear at the seams. His pants which were loose sweats look more like leggings as his ass gets fatter and his thighs look like they could crush watermelons and heads. His moans, groans are now followed by pants and pleading for help.

“How… How are you.. How is this possible? What are you doin to me?!” He breathily asks as looks up at the screen, testosterone rushing through his body now, neck and Adam's apple thicker as his voice deepens. He has learned his lesson to avoid the mouse, trying to think his way through this, maybe he could pull the power supply, that was a good idea he would just have to wait this out, wait for a moment to do it.

CallMeDaddy: Don’t worry that pretty, STUPID head of yours slut.

BottomMakr:  Fuck yeah make him a big dumb, slutty himbo. Begging for cock.

CoachStyle: That would make him such a good boy, a good boy begging for praise with his big muscles and fat ass. Maybe make him more of a dumb jock overall.

CallMeDaddy: I can get behind that, make him dumb, slutty, himbo jock begging for cock, thats your change  Coach?

CoachStyle: A wrestling jock but yes, pleasseeeee @KokStrapChanges 

KoKStrapChanges: Fuck yes lets do those changes now.

It was a giant pulse centered on his head, his ears popping rapidly as PULSE AFTER PULSE fired in his head. Fuck his smarts, his brain,, he wasn’t dumb, and he wasn’t gay. What the fuck were they… PULSE!

Fuck CoCk.. All he could think about was cock, words were too hard for anyone, cock was so easy. And it wasn’t like it was gay to want cock, nah he was still totally, absolutely straight. He was a wrestler after all… No.. No he wasn’t a wrestler, he rarely did sports.. Just worked out for… for cock. All he wants is cock. The idea of it fucking his big, fat straight ass was so hot. His clothes starting to get tighter, his shirt was reformed and reforged into a tight nylon tank top exposing ripped arms and pillowey pec side boob. His sweatpants became tight three inch inseam shorts that left little to the imagination and his boxer briefs became a slutty green jockstrap from his YEARS of wrestling.

Years of education, of marketing and research flushed down his brain and all the way to his balls as hebrew dumber and hornier by the second. His balls were sloshing around, his cock growing harder as he man spread more, ass and hips gyrating in his chair. His hole, his straight, tight, pink hole was starting to quiver and wink, begging, pleading to be fucked, an emptiness, a hungry, world ending emptiness started to fill him. Creating an itch he needed to scratch or he would never be satiated, an itch only cock could reach.

“Fuck.. Fuck chat I’m so horny, so fuckin horny and desperate, I need, I need. FUCK I NEED COCK!!” he was full on groping himself now, getting out of his chair to feel up his muscles, his arms flexing, turning his back to the camera and “Stretching” while he was actually arching his back to show off his dump truck of an ass.

“It’s so big and round and it needs someone to spread it… spread it open and… give me co… No… no this isn’t real fuck.. Fuck no I’m not some! Some… over sexed.. Fag.. i like tits.. Pussy fuck HELP ME” his hands had moved down ontop of his shorts, spreading his cheeks through them. His cock was leaking precum as he put on this show, chat was going crazy. Runbxnny’s regulars who at first had been worried were quickly shifting sides. Joining the gay raiding hackers in watching and enjoying the show.

DommerPog: That didn’t take long, who was betting that this dude was actually homophobic. I owe em twenty bucks my bad bros. But he really takes to oversexed Fag slut real well.

BottomMakr:  i told you he was, just send it through paypal, i think this dude needs to become exactly what he says, no more of this conflicting life shit, KOK makie him into his version of a faggot please

CoachStyle: Oh god thats gonna be so hot, and go ahead and put him in a wrestling singlet too

CallMeDaddy: Oh this boy is trouble, Agreed Bottom he needs to go ahead and accept his fate.

CallMeDaddy: Kokstrap how much to make him mentally trapped beneath all of this too so he has to watch himself live like this

DommerPog:  Oh fuck thats hot!

KoKStrapChanges: For you Daddy that’s free, lets really take this all in and enjoy the moment!! God this has been so fun to do.

Alex tries to beg them no but that SAME pulse echoes through his mind and all those memories of women, of his type, his favorite porn and all of the bookmarks of them start to pop away like bubbles. His first kiss, his first time, hell his prom date all disappear and with them leaves a void that he has to have filled. FILLED BY COCK. Memories of himself sucking and servicing cock flashes through his mind, different men, races, body types, all flash through his mind, he wasn’t picky he would suck or get fucked by any of them because it was an honor. His homophobic streak was ripped away from him, replaced with pride, his social media was cleansed of its boring straight boy aesthetic and made more colorful and thirsty. All of it was gone in a second and he was left with a dumb gay boy’s mind. A faggot’s mind. His face changed to match, his cheekbones were more high, his brows became perfectly manicured and his lips became plumper. Becoming perfect dick sucking lips. 

But in all of that commotion something, no, someone heard Alex’s Pleas, his father. Who immediately leapt up and went running towards his son’s stream room. It had been smart for him to stay there with his family in emergencies like this, if only his father could do more for him.

Because when he ran into the room slamming the door open, his son, his pride and joy, looked incredibly different. The straight laced, playboy who kept his body tight and fit had been completely replaced, standing infront of him instead was this porn parody of a wrestler. It was as if his body had been specifically curated by gay men, his lips were ridiculously plump, perfect DSL’s that were permanently pouty, his  chin and jaw were this perfect comic book superhero lantern jaw that screamed masculinity and jock. His pectorals were bigger then some women’s tits, these pillowey, perky muscle tits were straining the spandex, definitely meant for gay sex, singlet he was wearing, his waist and torso had unnaturally been enhanced and snatched becoming this perfect trim v line that led to his average bulge and GIGANTIC cheeks that made the legs of the singlet tear and fray. His arms and legs were built too but everything else had been accentuated and exaggerated to the point that they were of little note to the father.

He had heard something about people being changed, fringed rumors and banned accounts on the platform but he had assumed, much like the figure before him, that it was exaggerated to the point of parody. Something from tumblr or fantasy smut not a reality he and his son had to face. He slowly moved forward carefully, his son just looking confused at his father as he started spreading his cheeks to his audience.

“Please, please someone come fill me, I'm… I’m so horny, my cheeks need it, my hole is empty please.” He sounded so slutty so needy, he was also so fucking dumb. His father was aghast, what could he do, what options did he have.

“Alex what’s going on? Fuck I need to stop this!” He looks around trying to figure out what to do, his eyes immediately see OBS open, the streaming software has a glowing red live button and as he reaches for the mouse to end it, hovering over the end he suddenly feels a PULSE!! Both Alex and his father feel it hit them square in the chest, Alex’s singlet stretching to the brink of its capacity as his muscular chest and gigantic bubble butt add more muscle mass. His arms going up into a double bicep flex as he rides the wave of arousal and starts to show off the rest of his body posing and flexing/

Alex’s Father, Chet feels his body start PULSING and raking with pleasure as his head is thrown back.testosterone rushing in his veins as his body goes through a late second puberty. He feels the top of his hair thicken while more salt and pepper grows in. His neck starts to thicken and widen as his adams apple grows making the guttural groans he is letting out deepen. His shoulders broaden and his tight red polo BURSTS as his pecs inflate into two perfect muscular slabs. 

His biceps bulge out like mountains and his triceps become veinier and thicker with pure mass. His hands which had only ever seen a keyboard in an office become the epitome of gym bro callused. While his torso begins to get this strong bear muscle gut. Abs and mass built from years of labour coming out in force. His ass getting thicker and his thighs becoming humongous. He starts to catch his breath when he does the same thing as his son, and repeats his mistake everything feeling twice as pleasurable as his pants rip following suit leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

“Fuck yes DADDY please keep going!” His son yells looking down at his daddy before back at chat getting on his hands and knees above his dad.

“Fuck son no this isn’t you, you were a total pussy hound, please remember, remember your life before all of this!” He tries in vain to plead with Alex, streamer now dumb slut and Alex just giggles?

“Pussy? Daddy thats so silly, i could never  fuck a pussy with my dicklet, I’m such a faggot! I need someone to fuck my PUSSY!” His hands start roaming his fathers form, tracing along his daddy’s pec before his father swats it away. He’s looking around desperately, trying to find a solution before anything more radical happens. He can feel his cock stirring from his son’s touch, something he finds deeply disturbing but he can’t dwell on it. Therapy for later he thinks.

“Alex, please whatever has gotten ahold of you fight it!” For a second Chet sees Alex’s eyes focus on him, no longer fully glazed over with dumb horniness. A genuine look of horror before he speaks.

“Dad.. Dad it hurts so bad!” Alex says his hand reaching over to his dad, going directly to his chest. The feeling is warm and soft, gentle. His palm right above Chet’s nipples which had grown along with his chest.

“Son, please, kid speak to me tell me what hurts, tell me how to help.” Alex’s other hand  goes to his fathers other pec. At this point Alex was on all fours and moving ontop of his dad before he took that moment to strike, sliding his legs on top of his dads, straddling him.

“DADDY MY HOLE IT HURTS ITS SO EMPTY PLEASE I NEED YOU TO FILL IT!” In that moment Chet realized his son was gone, especially when the boy started gyrating against his bulge. He knew he had only one shot as he looked for a solution.

His eyes finally land on it, a solution he thinks hopefully, right in front of him, on the floor under the desk is the power supply cord. Just sitting there, waiting to be unplugged, just in reach all he had to do was tug it. “No, no this isn’t you, whatever happened here I’m going to stop it, I am going to save my boy.” With that he leapt under the deck, bucking his son off his hips and diving in, fully on his back with only his legs and bulge exposed, and as his hand touched the plug, that same PULSE from before shot into him. Except it was centered on his legs and bulge. His Cock began to fully harden, growing to its solid six inches before it slowly edged past that growing to seven, no eight.. NINE inches as his balls started to fill with cum. His thighs were perfect thunder thighs worthy of worship. An insane wave of testosterone shot through him making him hornier and hornier.

Chat was obviously going wild.

BottomMakr:  FUCK The daddy joined on in oh this is so hot, and the streamer is already ready to fuck him

DommerPog: God what a faggot slut, something for us to play with though. It be hot to make this newly muscled up stud into a pimp

CoachStyle: OMG A pimp for his own son, whoring him out on cam for money and fucking him when he gets needy enough, sign me up

CoachStyle: I mean, just the idea now of him dressing up like his coach and  “running drills” when we know for certain the only thing here getting drilled is that slut.

CallMeDaddy: DADDY AND SON CONTENT, fuck please KOK you have to change them to that, the dad would hate very second of it but think of how hot it would be for us, think of how much hotter shit is gonna get made and posted if you do

CallMeDaddy: Hell I’d wire you my next two paychecks if you did it

DommerPog:  Giving a guy a literal daddy kink sounds fucking perfect, and what a great way to make sure neither of em cause any harm again. Think about it, this guy totally was enabling his son to treat women badly.

BottomMakr: A bit of a stretch Domm, buuuuut I do agree that them both being slutty gay father and sons who slut out the sun for money and chat is the hottest it could be, lets do that. Also lets make the son addicted to Daddy’s cock for more added fun!

KoKStrapChanges: So much agreement today I love it. Okay Father and Son Special coming right up. ADDICTED TO DADDY’S COCK CAM SLUT!!

PULSE PULSE PULSE

That pulse raged through both of them, while it obviously hit Alex less, Chet felt like his mind was on fire. He tried to hold onto the image of his boy. Of the son he spent decades raising to becoming the smart, intelligent, handsome man he was today. Every bike ride till he could do it on his own, every sports game- wait alex didn’t do spo- EVERY SPORTS GAME was SO HOT… No not that. His son’s proms where he brought his girlfriends. Him getting his son into gaming and streaming, helping him build his career in a way that made sense to them. ALL of them started burning in his brain as he felt every memory associated with being a good, kind father start to burn, twist and melt.

The heart felt love in his chest began to twist and reshape as lust filled his eyes, his hard, horny, leaking cock thrusting into the air as the image of his son was corrupted. Making him into the perfect slut had always been his goal. Training him how to take dick properly since he was eighteen. Teaching him to lift weights and grow different muscle groups for the male eye. Hell he even got him into acting classes so he could study how to be a better porn star. His son was as dumb as bricks so there was no need to foster education, just lift, suck, fuck and beg for cum.

His son was an attention whore, only able to really live if eyes were on him. He had an exhibition kink being the main driving force for him to be a cam star. Memories of different scenarios and roleplays they had done on camera for his chats on chaturbate and only fans played through his mine. He loved when people did special orders and begged for Chet to get on camera and fuck his son. The idea of bending him over a chair or his bed was enough to get him leaking. Thats all he really did to show his love for him now, yeah he loved him, loved fucking and using him but at the end of the day profit was king and his son needed to make it.

“DADDY!! DADDY PLEASE… I need your cock, please I need it so bad I have been such a good boy for you. I’ll do anything Daddy, just need to feel your cock in me.” Alex was playing with his tits now. Messaging them through the lycra of his singlet, tempting his father as he tweaked his nipples. Moaning more then speaking as he licked his lips looking at his dad.

Chet stood up, walking around his son, looking down at his kneeling figure, seeing how his chest and ass distended the singlet and let out a whistle. His hand gently moved down and over to cup his sons face. Grabbing each cheek and making him look directly into his eyes.

“You want my cock slut.” His voice sounds harsh, maybe even like it was filled with venom, but Alex knew what it was, it was authority. An authority he couldn’t refuse.

“Yes, please, please I’ll do anything please let me taste your cock.” His words came out in more moans and breaths then syllables and strong annunciation. Chat was going crazy, the platform was no longer Twitch, it had become a white and blue page, to better accommodate the new NSFW streamer.

“Then get to work slut!” Chet drops his underwear, his cock flinging out, slapping this slut right in the face. Alex can’t help but follow after it. As it swings back the other way it hits his left cheek, leaving a trail of precum. Chet keeps playing this game, smacking and slapping him in the face with his cock, watching his big, dumb eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Fuck, slut, so much hotter when your like this, when you are good and dumb for me and chat!”  His words are breathey as he holds his cock above Alex’s face, letting the boy stare up at his father, his master, with PURE awe. Mouth salivating before it finally drops down and his dad yells at him to suck it.

“Yes, yes daddy thank you….” He interrupts himself, his perfect dick sucking lips gliding over Chet’s cock head, his tongue licking and lapping around before he starts to bob up and down. His hands start to move up and down his dad’s legs, caressing and feeling up the muscles that made him so many years ago. With each inch he manages to take from his dad’s monster cock, he feels any chance of return get fucked out of his mind with it. Like as if every inch from Daddy’s cock was going straight into his brain fucking him stupider.

Chet can barely hold back, he tries to start slow but the agony of letting his boy set the pace is not worth it. He needs to give the viewers what they want, and he knows just how to. Chet’s hands firmly grab onto the sides of his BOYS head. Grabbing hair he starts to sull fuck him, using him more like a fleshlight as he starts to pummel the back of his son’s throat. His balls slap the bottom of his chin as he gives fully into the pleasure, Alex’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts to feel overwhelmed, tears of pain and pleasure leaking down his face. He knew he couldn't do this forever, that there was something everyone was waiting for. Sure he could cum down his whore of a son’s throat but people really wanted to see him clap those cheeks.

Unceremoniously he pulls out of Alex’s mouth with a plop and motions for him to bend over against the chair. Alex has no reason or ability to disobey, his body does, arching his bck as he looks right at the camera to the viewers, asking them if they think hes hot. His hands going for his own nipples as he does. CHet just laughs as he stands behind his perverted, parodied son.

Leaning down so the scruff of his fully grown beard is against Alex’s face Chet smiles “Get ready bitch!” Before ripping a hole in the back of the singlet with his bare hands leaving Alex’s cheeks fully displayed in a jockstrap. Chet couldn't stop himself from giving one of those thick muscled cheeks a big SWAT, each cheek bouncing up and down as they jiggle from impact. Alex letting out a loud moan as his back somehow manages to arch forward, encouraging his daddy to go again.

SWAT SWAT SWAT

Over and over again DADDY CHET spanks his naughty, horny son, his cheeks starting to glow a vibrant red as he leaves a permanent hand print on both cheeks. His mouth was watering as he slowly caressed it, some of his fatherly love showing up as he gently touched his son after his punishment. A short aftercare before he parts those cheeks. Even shorter as he wedges his cok between those two gigantic cheeks, the tip of Chet’s cockjust barely touches the hole before he SLIDES past and underneath to tease him. Constant pressure from his tip and shaft keeping his boy on edge till he can’t stop begging.

With a wolf like grin into the camera, his hands gripping around his son's tight waist he stops teasing. AND PLUNGES RIGHT IN, his cock spearing all nine inches deep into his boy pussy.

“FUCK DADDY… DADDY YOU ARE SO BIG OH MY GOD!!” He moans out, looking at the camera feeling his own tits, his cock leaking so much it stains through the singlet.

“Big just for you boy, fuck you want more? Want daddy to fuck you harder?” Daddy starts to pull out, each inch leaving making his boy whimper before he breaks.

“Please more daddy, fucking harder please, i need it!” And with that beg from DADDY’S BOY, he obliged, thrusting right back in, his pelvis meeting Alex’s cheeks making them ripple again and again as he establishes a see-saw motion, his hands getting tighter around his waist as his mind starts to go black. Each of his muscles flexing as he pounds harder and harder into his son. His money maker, his whore that he pimps out. Each stroke, each thrust met with Alex’s own thrust back as his eyes go white and he starts to cum. Unloading all of his brain into his jockstrap. Becoming a moaning mess for his audience. His tongue lulls out as he begs for daddy’s load.

“Fuck… Fuck… take it, take it boy take all my load, your fucking mine forever you damn whore!” Daddy’s breath starts getting heavier as he loses the ability to speak, he can only grunt and moan as he loses himself to it. His balls start tightening up as he starts breeding his son, firing load after load into him. 

DommerPog: Fuck perfect transition from streamer to new cam duo

CoachStyle: Daddy definitely going to need to put on another show

CallMeDaddy: So glad we raided over into Runbxnny!! Are we going to give him a new username

BottomMakr: I don’t know for certain, all I know is that my dick is hard and that boy is horny, 

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Vacations were supposed to make you feel more energized, vibrant, loving life and ready for the challenges ahead. Not leaving you dead fucking tired, a spliting headache and mountains of regret that you will never see the end of. I had taken the week off with the wife and kid to one appease her in spending time with them and two to get a fucking break from the office. The place had been a hell mouth of overworking and under paying me for the last six months and I'd take a week of nonstop yapping and crying. It's just on the last night before our flight out I may or may not have gone to the closest bar and got shit faced.

Listen before I go any further a man like me has needs. I was your classic stud six foot four, athletic build from when I played football in college, I could have gone pro if it wasn't for that stupid acl tearing. (Can you tell im making him awful) my gorgeous short brown hair and chiseled jawline drove ladies wild and everything about me screamed perfectly. I kept everything tight and proportional so it only made sense I got something extra for looking good so don't judge me or what I do.

I know it was a dumb idea but it was my only chance at stress relief and one shot at some pussy that wouldn't get a “headache” (im making him awful im sorry) conveniently before I fucked them. So it was overboard, my credit card would likely not forgive me for all the free drinks and separate hotel room, and my wife could never know. But it was worth it, I had to keep telling myself that it was worth it Ted. Ofcourse I’d get tested before I did anything with my wife, don’t want her catching some fucking std from the slut I banged at a tiki bar but that had to wait till after today.

Whereas my wife and kid got to skip responsibility today, I had to go in early, something about a meeting I could not miss. So jet lagged, with only coffee and an iron shirt to keep me presentable I went in. The office I worked at was far from the liveliest. Just your simple monochrome, cubicle infested building with a breakroom that smelled of microwaved fish and burned coffee. But at least the people were pleasant, I had gotten to know all my coworkers over the last ten years and all of them were more than amicable. I knew Ben in accounting was always a walking ball of anxiety, when he wasn’t pacing the breakroom, crunching numbers he was working out at the gym getting built. Or Tyler who was an insane project manager, absolute slim beast and had the charisma to talk any and every one of us into a job we don’t want to do.

The others were fine, the secretary Stella was hot, had tried to bang her a few times, and our boss was a total smoke show but I tried my hardest to stick with the guys. The last thing I needed was something to slip out at the company Christmas party to my wife that I was misbehaving. Don’t shit where you eat was a rule I lived by and hopefully would come to be the reason I didn’t suffer any consequences in my personal consequences or strife.

Shaking myself out of this endless loop of regret and worry, I smack my face and walk with my head held hide. Fake confidence was still confidence and as I walked to the conference room hidden behind fake frosted glass I prepared for a dull, this could be an email meeting. This would be more than fine and then I can pretend to work while I get through this hangover. Worst case I talk to Rebecca, my boss and tell her I just cant cut it and I missed my wife, she was a sucker for that. Everyone liked the “my wife” guy and trusted him to not fuck them over.

But inside Stella and Rebecca were already gathering their papers like they had just finished a debrief and were leaving. While Ben and Tyler seemed to be getting themselves adjusted at the far end of the table. Each of the men had undone the top few buttons of their shirts as they got comfortable. On the long table was this weird black box with lights blinking on and off. It was such an odd thing I had never seen before, it's lights going on and off in such a rhythmic pattern. It was just so easy to stare at and listen to the area around me.

“Hey Ted, good luck with the meeting!” Stella says, patting me on the back before moving past me. Her legs moved in a hurry like she was a woman possessed and needed to get going somewhere now. Meanwhile Rebecca who had always been energetic and ready for conversation just nodded doing basically the same. If I hadn’t been so tired, or really if I had cared about my coworkers at all I would have noticed their eyes were glazed over. Or questioned their behaviour more, but I didn't. Why would I, I had a meeting to start and if they weren't there it would be easier.

“Okay, I guess it is just that time of the month!” I say moving into the room, Ben had the strangest look on his face. It was confidence, a crooked smirk, his eyes bright, determined. Hell his suit looked tighter, his muscles bulging against the fabric as he crossed his arms across the slabs of beef he called a chest. His smirk only got bigger as he looked me up and down, if i didn’t know any better I would have said he was checking me out but I knew Ben was a real bros bro.

“Yeah.. yeah probably is, come SIT DOWN Ted, we have so much to cover!” Ben motions to one of the seats nearby, and as the word entered the air I felt my brain freak out. My body moving on its own, listening to him like it was a command not a suggestion. It was a crazy experience feeling not being in control of what I was doing but I just rationalized it. Of course I want to be POLITE to Ben, it was his meeting and so his suggestions should be taken into consideration and followed to the best of my ability.

I could have sworn as I sat down Tyler picked his lips, his lean frame shifting in his seat, his hands obscured by the table adjusting or moving something underneath. I had wanted to ask him what he was doing but Ben began to talk again. Letting out a small cough like he was clearing his throat, getting my attention. My eyes immediately snapped to him.

“PAY NO ATTENTION TO TYLER, everything he is doing is COMPLETELY NORMAL to you! You and I are here to discuss your NEW POSITION at the company!” There it was again, that feeling, my brain feeling fuzzy as his words entered the air, the black box in front of us lights started to glow pink as he spoke. My head turned to face Tyler one last time before going back to Ben. Nothing he was doing was odd. Why had I thought that, he always made that face looking at me, he was always doing something with his hands under the table or desk. 

I had to be losing my mind to think differently. I mean Tyler could rarely keep his hands OFF his lap. His slim biceps still straining the sleeves of his button down as he toyed with something below. If I didn't know any better I think he was Palming his bulge but that's crazy talk. I turned away from him, I wasn't here to pay attention to Tyler, I was here for Ben. When I turned back to him the light on the box went back to white, ambiently glowing. I heard the buff nerd whisper under his breath, ‘yes money well spent’. Whatever. I was more worried about what he just said to me! I was here to talk about a new position, I guess that made sense?

“New position? What are you talking about, and wh6 are you telling me Ben shouldn't it be Rebecca. We're basically the same level.” I was intrigued about the prospect, maybe it came with a raise. But it was just not adding up, why the fuck would Ben tell me and why had our boss left as soon as I got here.

“Oh shoot, guess you missed that meeting while you were gone too, the company is going through some restructuring. Some voting, some CHANGES.” He starts saying, getting up out of his chair. I watch the fiber of his clothing literally stain, begging for life as he does. Walking behind me till his arms are on his shoulders. The way he said changes made my skin light up, goosebumps forming up and down my arms. That same pink light lights up again.

“Rebecca put me in charge before stepping down to take my old position and Stella is on fully paid administrative leave with the rest of the other women on staff until further notice. But the rest of the staff voted during the reconstruction on what your NEW ROLE would be!” his hands started massaging my shoulders, kneading them. It wasn't to comfort, no this felt like a show of force, of control. I pull myself forward, away from his grasp. The machine lights up pink again, following his voice.

“I don't get what you're saying? What the fuck is going on, new position, voting. I don't think….” but before I can continue or stand up his hands push down on my shoulders holding me in place. He lets out this long exhausted sigh before a bellowing laugh that fills the room. I hear Tyler do the same but he feels quieter, more distant. Hard to focus on.

“That's right, YOU DON'T THINK,  your old job was too hard for your STUPID, SILLY, SMALL BRAIN. Your new one is much more suited for you.” The light on that black box BURNS PINK and as it does my brain starts to fog up. It's like my mind fills with molasses, thoughts become harder to navigate and figure out. Bigger, more complex words are harder to find.  Ben's hands drift down my back, going even lower.

“What no.. that's not right, I was the head of marketing and advertising i think good. I got a degree and graduated sum- something cum laté!” I argue but it's all getting fuzzy. Ben just laughs at me, making me pout. I see Tyler get up and go to the other side of me, his hand coming up to caress my face.

“Oh please, that WALL DECORATION of a degree was barely earned. You were TOO BUSY BUILDING THOSE SLUTTY MUSCLES to go to class, much less make those football practices.” The light gets brighter, my mind and body start to burn with that same intensity. Memories of all nighters studying, of essays and tests being passed get shredded. Graduating top of my class becomes a fever dream as I barely remember showing up to any of my classes. The praise I got for being a star athlete and star student turn to ash as it gets replaced with the gym. 

This HEAT that won't let me go, coursing through my veins I feel my suit grow tighter, taut as my body flexes. Memories of the gym flooding in faster, and faster, my vanity,  arrogance increasing as what was for sports, health becomes purely for glamor, attraction. My once perfectly proportioned body contorts, distorting as Ben and Tyler's hands start roaming my body. That word SLUTTY ringing more in my head, my crotch twitching at that idea. The idea of being viewed as sexy, women fawning over my appearance sounding better and better as my cock gets fully hard, my proud six inches leaking in my boxers. I try to speak, to get some words out and respond, ask them what is going but all that comes out are moans and groans

“That's it, feel how good it feels to NOT THINK. To let your COCK THINK FOR YOU. YOUR JUST A DUMB HORNY SLUT, THE OFFICE SLUT! NO MORE CLOTHES HIDING THAT BODY!” Ben says his mouth right against my ear as he and Tyler continue to touch me. Those words rang in the air, The fabric of my clothes the first to go, melting away leaving me in a panic. My cock spurting more precum, oozing more and more of my intelligence out and staining the chair underneath me. It is so hot to just let my cock do the thinking for me, to be the office slut, be used and abused by everyone in the office, to feel all the women, all the MEN… FUCK NO I’M NOT GAY… DUMB HORNY LIL OFFICE SLUT… no this isn’t real I’m not… not a slut, not no, I’m dumb but not a slut. But a slut gets to fuck and pound holes. You want to pile drive your coworkers right?? Imagine bending Tyler and Ben over the desk.. No not men, i’m not gay…THINK STELLA.. THINK.. Fuck, can’t think. With all my strength I pull myself forward to try and get away from them, their grasp and stand up.

“Fuck, fuck this faggy bullshit, what are you.. You doin to me Be..” but before I can finish Tyler is grabbing me by the chest, pulling me back into the chair. His fingers digging in like my flesh and muscle were made of clay, kneading my pectorals into firm slabs of muscle. These pillowey pecs look like they’d be better on a chick then a stud like me. All of my nerve endings, especially around my nipples LIGHT UP becoming incredibly sensitive. Ben’s hands make my shoulders broader before they go down my arms. My Biceps flexing involuntarily as they bulge, becoming boulders as veins pop and move down and along my triceps. My hands become oversize masculine mitts that can grope, grab and please anything and everything I touch. I feel their hands on my torso going down, the fat melting from my frame as abs cobble their way down.

“No faggy shit, but TED you are the BIGGEST FAG HERE! Infact, your such a fag you BEG EVERY MAN in this office TO BREED YOUR SLUTTY HOLES, to POUND THIS ASS ROUGH AND HARD, SPANKING AND SPANKING YOUR GIANT BUBBLE BUTT OVER AND OVER AGAIN!”  Ben says all of this as he pushes me up from the chair, my hands grabbing the table to steady myself as I had become too top heavy and disoriented. My eyes staring right at the glowing, NOW FULLY PINK BOX, as the words slam into me. I was a fag? A fag? A FAG? But that doesn’t make any sense.. I had a wife and kids. But I felt this itch, this deep ITCH in my throat, in my ass. This never ending empty feeling in both my holes that I HAD TO FILL.. That wasn’t being faggy, that was just feeling empty, yeah just… JUST Ooo.

I can’t stop myself from wiggling my ass for them, presenting it like a good slut, there wasn’t much there just my tone and tight rear. But it was still beautiful a small bubblebutt that could be enjoyed by anyone who looked at it. I had never done anything…. Anything? Had I, I can’t remember… What is up with MY AHHHH!!!

Tyler brings both his hands down to grab and grope my cheeks, at first spanking both before his fingers dig in.. My once tight and trim ass starts inflating like they were a pair of deflated beachballs. Creating this shelf on my lower back that looks comical, if I try to move at all they wobble and jiggle, hell just breathing makes them move. My thighs are forced apart as they follow suit growing to be thunder thighs. My calves grow and cut to be perfect diamond shapes. This was incredibly stupid and crazy, how could they just change me like… change me? Nothing's changed?  No things have changed, I worked my body out…. FOR DUMB SLUTTY MUSCLES…. No to be trim… WAIST TRIM FOR MEN.. ALL FOR MEN… NEED TO BE USED… NEED TO BRED.. I feel Tyler and Ben’s hands leave me and I start to whimper and look around, biting my lip.

“Boss. Boss… I'm… what's my role… no my role.. My role is..” Fuck my brain was on fire. All my memories, of fucking chicks, my wife, our kids. Hell, cheating on her was like bubbles popping in my mind. Each one breaking, disappearing and in their place an endless stream of men, of cocks, their asses, their lips. Strong masculine hands groping and feeling me up. Nights of chasing after women, buying them drinks Tyler and Ben bending me over this chair Tylers cock skull fucking me and Ben taking full control of my ass. Spreading them apart and slowly, forcefully thrusting in, the head of his cock, the tip pushing past my prostate, smashing it. Making me cum my brains out, everything they had done and changed becoming permanent as I shot load after load of my past life out of my cock. That pink burning light fills the void. God no, no please not permanent! I couldn’t let them fuck me, I couldn’t cum. But i wanted them to fuck me, i needed them to fuck me, i needed to CUM. 

The PINK BOX was now pure light. I couldn't even look at it anymore, whatever effect it had going on was constant now. Every touch, every word every phrase was like them sculpting and reshaping me and my body! I was just a material, a thing to be used and manipulated for other people’s pleasure. I liked that, i loved that!

“Oh you're so STUPID you already FORGOT, its been your role the whole time its OFFICE CUMDUMP! Tyler I think he needs another load he’s getting ditzy again!” Ben says pulling the chair further from the desk moving my body to be over it. I can’t believe I forgot that I was the office’s cumdump? That's crazy right, I’m so stupid sometimes, such a dumb fagggot. God I needed loads, I needed cum deep in me, deep in my faggy holes. Ben pushes me down over the arms of the chair while Tyler moves in front of me, his pants barely containing a MASSIVE BULGE. A wet pre-stain clearing showing up on his dark grey slacks. My mouth waters just thinking about it leaking down my throat, trying to milk his girthy, long member till he busts all the way down my throat. Its all I was good for, taking load after load, it kept all the company employees happy here. I just went around in tight fitting (if any) clothes, no office, and let myself be used and abused like the perfect little cum dumpster.

“No, I think we should let him get to work, he’s already behind schedule and he has an entire office to service today!” Tyler says putting his hands on the side of my head, gently rubbing behind my ears like I was a good dog or something. God I’d love to be his dog, his pet!! It be perfect to whine, beg and whimper for his cock, licking at it like it was the tastiest bone.

“Fuck his mouth is watering Ben, you really fagged macho Ted out! Come on Fag have a taste!” Tyler unzips his pants and his dick, no, his glorious, nine inch thick cock SLAPS ME across the face, precum smearing across my cheeks and lips. I can’t help but lick them clean before chasing after it. My mouth diving onto his cock, god he was my… why did I think he was first cock for a second, I’m the office cum dump I have had so many. I have to, it's required. 

My lips glide down his cock, his hands are firmly over my ears now, muffled voices talking about my lips should be plumper, bigger, my tongue longer. That same HEAT, that same pulse that raked across my body fills my lips as I start bobbing up and down this delicious cock, plumping them up to be perfect pouty DSL’s. My tongue grows longer and wider, its tastes buds lighting up as it gets its first taste of Tyler's THICK DICK’S precum leaking like a faucet down my throat.. I’m so hungry, so empty I need his cock and load down my throat asap. Tylers hands stop me at one point, not letting me dive all the way down to the root of his dick. He slowly, painstakingly pulls his cock till just the head is sitting between my lips, his shaft covered in my spit before HE THRUSTS ALL THE WAY IN. Sheathing his cock down my throat. Rapidly skull fucking me. His balls slapped against my chin and neck over and over again.

Ben goes right behind me, mentioning something about a self lubing hole. It makes me shudder, my hole winking, this PULSING feeling making me wet as he pulls my cheeks apart. His index finger EASILY pushing its way into my whole making me whimper and moan around Tyler's cock. Throat vibrating as I’m skull fucked and teased with. Feeling satisfied with that he quickly plops his finger out, pulling down his pants and hotdogging my cheeks with the biggest cock I have ever felt. I couldn’t see it, but the way it pushed apart and kept my cheeks separate I knew it was almost a foot long. He was slowly grinding against me, the motion so different and distinct from Tyler’s rapid thrusting. His hands gripping my hips, so strong, so powerful, SO CONTROLLING. I tried to find a way to thrust back into him, to get his cock to fuck my virg- I’m not a virgin I’m the Office’s Cumdump. A slutty Faggot, my hole is always begging and needing cock.

When he finally does thrust into me, it’s just like my vision, so slow, so forceful, gliding inch by inch into me. My moans getting louder, more frequent, making Tyler howl as my throat keeps vibrating. My cock is rock hard, leaking as I’m being overwhelmed with pleasure. When he finally bottoms out in me I think I have a moment to adjust, his giant girthy fuckstick feels bigger than my own personhood, but he starts to pull out until it's just the tip and then he RAMS ALL THE WAY BACK IN. My vision going white as he doesn’t just squish or push against my prostate it feels like he DESTROYS IT, sending signal after signal of pleasure to my brain to let go, to cum. That i should cum, that i need to cum, but a smaller, getting quieter voice begs me not to an I try to listen. My cheeks bouncing up and down, jiggling as he pounds my hole with no mercy.

Ben’s hand snakes away from my waist as both men keep savagely railing me. Slowly finding its way to my cock his hand wrapping around, grasping it. My eyes were already lidded, this was getting me so close. Fuck fuck fuck. The weight of his body presses down against my back as he nips at my neck talking about how good office cum dumps have big loads, how good office cum dumps have massive cocks, how good office cumdumps service their men in anyway they want and how good office cum dumps cum on command. I want to be a good office cum dump

It all happens so quickly, THE PULSES, the heat, his thrusts forcing my cock to fuck his hand, each thrust it grew an inch. Going from an above average six inches to an insane ten inches. I can feel myself getting closer, I can tell they both are close, they just need me to accept it, to give in, to give up and then I get cum and more cum, All that matters is the cum. So when he yanks my head away from Tyler’s throbbing dick I say it gladly a smile on my face

“I WANT TO BE A GOOD OFFICE CUM DUMP!” Tyler’s cock rains down on me, load after load shooting across my face, his moans and groans are joined by Ben who starts to fill my hole. Four no five loads flood my guts, his cock the only thing stopping it all from rushing out of my hole. My own orgasm follows and all i can think is I’m so happy to be back at work servicing the men and company at large.

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When I met him he was the picture of innocence. Clean shaven. Well spoken. He went to church every Sunday. He thought that the little tattoo he had gotten one drunk night in for $25 in Vegas was a scandal. His girlfriend was the love of his life. He was shopping for a ring. That all changed when he bumped into me. I saw a man who was so lost, he had convinced himself he was happy. I saw a man repressed and yearning to let go of it all and start over. I saw a man I could break and rebuild.

It was so easy to just “keep bumping into him.” To familiarize himself with me. After a week he had my phone number. After two he was texting me regularly. I listened to his hopes, his dreams, nodding along, knowing that they were worthless to him soon. Then he came over to my place. I would ply him with a little booze and let his mind adapt to me. My scent was making him woozy at first. He blamed it on the beer, but couldn’t ignore the feelings he was having as I wrapped my arm around him. I joked at his cock getting hard. He blushed with shame, but didn’t leave. He knew he was safe with me now.

By the third time he came over I knew it was time. As he sat on my couch, he didn’t even blink as I took off my shirt. He complimented my body.

“I don’t usually love how tattoos look, but they really suit you. They look really good with your muscles.”

That was all I needed to know it was time. I leaned in close, shifting our position so I was nearly on top of him. His eyes grew wide. I let my hand graze his growing hard on. He was so cute when he still had shame. I handed him a pair of glasses I had picked out special. Told him to try them on. He didn’t hesitate. And it was over for him.

Instantly the spirals kicked in front of his eyes, as the bone conducting speakers in the arms came to life. It was moments before he started whining and whispering. Saying he didn’t understand. He didn’t want this. But as I positioned him right under my ripe arm pit, licked at his smooth chest, and stared playfully fondling his fat balls, the whispering was replaced with moans. And as I slowly shifted from rubbing his crotch to full on stroking it, the moans gave way to drool. He was ready to give it all up. To give in. It was time to finish his mental transformation.

I ordered him to my bedroom. I told him to strip naked. I told him to worship me. He complied with every order. He shoved my socked foot right into his face, licking at the thin layer of fabric separating himself from his master, filling himself with my scent. I lifted my arms and like a moth to a flame he began huffing and slobbering on my pits, cleaning them better than they had been in months. As I lifted his face out and sloppily made out with his blank, obedient face, I let his tongue slip into my mouth and savored my first real taste of him. His mouth tasted of my cheap beer and something faintly sweet. I knew the flavor of intense brain asphyxiation.

By now his neuron receptors were shutting down, simplifying in their logic. Everything that didn’t fit was being drooled right out of his stupid face. My words slipped right in as though they were his own thoughts. You would look so sexy if you started working out. You want to look sexy for me. You should get a few more tattoos. Let me pick them out. It feels right to let me use your body as my canvas. It makes me happy, and you want to make me happy. You love worshipping your master. It is better to be owned. His scent has marked you, so you are his to control. You get rock hard with your nose pressed against the sources of your master’s scent. Here I flipped over and presented my furry, sweaty asshole to him. The smell immediately drew him in. His inexperienced tongue lapped at my slit as his nose was filled with my strongest pheromones. Assisted by his drool and my grinding, I myself let go of a faint moan. But that’s all he needed as encouragement to double down as he explored with his tongue, eager to please his reason for existence. But I couldn’t let that be the end. There was one more release I needed to give my new toy. As I repositioned myself I gave him one last command. You love to cum in me. He automatically lifted my legs and lined up with my sloppily eaten out hole. He was only to happy to oblige.

Jake and Tyler were friend and loved doing shit together including getting blackout drunk. One night after drinking Tyler confessed he had a crush on Jake. Jake in his drunken lust kissed Tyler. As the night continued Jake and Tyler stumbled into Jake’s bedroom.

Jake started getting undressed until he was completely naked and laying in his bed. Tyler crawled on top of Jake and started slowly caressing his muscles until he reached Jake’s cock. Tyler kissed and licked Jake’s balls and shaft overcome by is masculine musk. As he made his way up Jake’s shaft he reached the tip. Tyler slowly put Jake’s tip in his mouth letting his tongue circle around his pink head. Jake moaned with pleasure as Tyler went deeper and deeper with his mouth. Tyler had all of Jake’s man hood down his throat as he cupped his balled in his hand.

Tyler moved his mouth up and down Jake’s cock until Jake felt he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tyler felt Jake’s cock jolt with pleasure as ropes of cum flowed into his mouth and down his throat. The sweet and salty taste of Jake filled Tyler with so much ecstasy they he failed to notice he was able to pull away from Jake.

Tyler began to change as his body started losing its mass. Tyler felt lighter than ever as he looked down to see his body’s change. He started to panic and tried to pull away but felt he couldn’t move anymore. Tyler looked up to try and get help from Jake only to see that Jake had passed out from all the pleasure. Unable to stop what was happening Tyler continued to merge with Jake’s cock. Tyler felt his body become more sensitive as the taste of cum and sweat filled his taste buds. Tyler’s body was now completely gone absorbed into the cock he was just pleasuring. The felling of the transformation sent a wave of pleasure into Jake’s body. Tyler could feel the build up in his new body has a salty taste filled his insides, Tyler felt felt a tense pressure as cum spewed out of his body. The taste was nothing like he tasted before it was stronger and hotter than he remembered.

THE NEXT MORNING…..

Jake woke up with a headache and no memory of the night before. Jake looked at the time on his phone, 12:38. “Damn, I must have been wasted.” Jake got up and went to grab a glass of water. Tyler felt the cold breeze on his new form. Tyler realizing Jake was awake began trying to get his attention, “Jake, Jake can you hear me I’m down here.” Jake gave no reaction but went back to his bedroom to get dressed. Slipping on his underwear on Jake wondered where Tyler went last night. Tyler felt the soft fabric cover his body as he view became dark. Trapped in Jake’s underwear Tyler felt the overwhelming smell of Jake’s musk. Jake sat on the couch and tried calling Tyler, but got no answer. “Damn, still no answer. Where the hell is Tyler he was supposed to be here by now.” Tyler tried everything he could to get Jake’s attention. “JAKE, please I’m down here. You have to change me back I can’t be stuck as your dick.” No matter how much Tyler pleaded he couldn’t get Jake’s attention.

Fastidious neatfreak Trent can't believe people are actually into Pits. After being badgered by a coworker and dipping his toe in the water, the accountant sees the light on the way towards being a musky dom whose pits no one can deny.

Musky, hairy, bottom to dom TF! Hope you enjoy Trent stuffing his head in his own pit before becoming a man who can't live without forcing twinks to do the same! -Occam

Trent guesses he missed the boat. Pits are just kinda gross, surely he’s not alone in thinking so. For the longest time he just thought it was some kind of an in-joke. OF models and other thirst-trappers would post some clearly comedic pit-forward pic, the comments would go crazy, the models would get more views and more traction. Obviously people aren’t actually into musk- eugh.

It wasn’t until he started chatting about what he’s into with a coworker that his bubble finally burst and he realized just how truly real pit fiends are. Backed into a corner and more than a little icked by the idea of playing with some dude’s pit hair, Trent is doing his best to leave the conversation.

“Shut up! Trent. You’re telling me you’ve never even been a little turned on by your boyfriend’s b.o.” 

Squirming at the idea, the fussy accountant tries to shrug but can’t hold back a full body shiver, “Ugh- no? I mean, it’s just like basic hygiene right? I- It’s normal to want a man to not stink when you’re in bed with him?” Trent’s coworker stares at him like he just spoke in tongues.

“Girl! But you’re a bottom! Don’t you want your men to like~ actually be men!?” Trent’s dating history flashes before his eyes, seeing a parade of milquetoast, almost hairless men he does wonder if his coworker has a point. Flickering back to a memory of the one time he dated above his station with a twunky jock, Trent recalls in great detail how their situationship quickly blew up after he complained about how he always smelled like ass coming back from the gym.