Poeticempath

James was bored. He lives a fairly incomplete life, with few hobbies. Usually he invests his time into his studies, reasoning that any hobbies would just end up being a distraction for him. He only just moved to university, however, so he has no projects or work to be doing just yet. He's finished organising his new class schedule into his laptop's various softwares to ensure he is well prepared for the year ahead, but after looking through the google classrooms he's been newly added to to find them empty, he was stuck for things to do.

Most students newly at uni go out and socialise, but James is much more of a hermit. Though he can already hear drunken hollers from outside his window he just looks down on those responsible for being in such a state in the middle of the day.

James decides to download Steam on his laptop. He almost never plays video games, not out of dislike but judgement, believing them to be a leading cause of unproductiveness. He's never bought a video game on Steam but occasionally, when he truly has nothing better to do, will browse the free to play section for a shovelware game he can waste a couple hours in and never play again.

Usually free to play games have mixed reviews at best, but James is surprised to discover a free to play game trending in Steam marketplace. It has overwhelmingly positive reviews, despite its basic name and branding. It's just called "Life Simulator Game", and there are no screenshots of its gameplay or graphics or anything. The game's store page description explains that this game is free to play because it's in early development, and they want to use the data gathered from players to guide their future development. Though James is instinctively skeptical of most things he comes across in life, that rationale checks out to him. Plus, the reviews are excellent, so he decides to download it.

It doesn't take long to download, and soon James starts the game for the first time. As it does its first time installation, the game has several pop-ups. The first explains that in order to access the game, James needs to download an app with the QR code that appears. It states this is so they can receive the data of James' gameplay, using cellular networks to ensure the game still works without an internet connection. This leads James to quickly check the game's reputation on Reddit, but everyone on there swears it's not only safe but an awesome game, so he downloads the app before returning to the game.

The first task in the game is to create the avatar. The game has three ways to do this: random, character creator, or rigged character creator. An explainer opens in the game: The character creator takes the form of a quiz; the player can end the quiz at any time, and the answers to the quiz will change the avatar's stats in positive or negative ways. The rigged character creator acts the same way, but the player can select some general traits or character archetypes they want the quiz to ask them about. This gives them a little more control over its outcome, but also usually leads to more specialist character builds, since the questions cover fewer topics.

James decides to just go for the standard character creator, aiming to build a well-rounded character, at least for his first playthrough. The character creator begins, and seemingly asks some basic, foundational questions to begin with, though its effects can be a little strange.

You're chilling on a Sunday and have the day off. Do you: A) go to the gym and work out, B) play video games, or C) read a book?

James answers "read a book" immediately, and the game flashes up with a number of stat changes. Some make obvious sense, like intelligence and focus increasing, but James is also surprised to see his body fat percentage decrease. He also gains a point towards the "nerd" archetype, which James supposes is why the fat percentage decreased. He's a nerd in real life, but for a game like this he doesn't actually want to just play as a nerd, so he will bear that in mind for some of his future answers. The already intelligent and slender James doesn't notice that his answer changes him in real life to fit the answer.

2. What kind of hairstyle do you have: A) Short with crew cut, B) Medium-length shaggy, C) Long and greasy?

James isn't sure what a crew cut means, but he does want has avatar to have short hair, like he does in real life, so he chooses A. James expects this to send him down the nerd route further, but the stat changes actually involve boosts to his masculinity, confidence, and follower mentality. The phone in his pocket vibrates at a precise, imperceptible frequency, sending signals to his brain to reflect these stat changes.

3. Do you currently have any facial hair: A) Yes, a beard B) Yes, a moustache, C) No?

James answers no, and the game's only effect is decreasing his avatar's body and facial hair in the game. The dusting of a treasure trail on James' torso vanishes beneath his shirt, unknown to him.

4. When you're having a conversation with friends, do you: A) Dominate and lead the conversation, B) Contribute and actively participate, or C) Observe and mostly listen?

James answers C, observe and mostly listen, since he is a more withdrawn person in real life. This boosts the follower mentality attribute for a second time, while increasing his empathy. These personality changes are again instilled in his brain, but since the boosts aren't used by this game at all, James remains unaware.

5. How do you feel about authority: A) I hate it, B) I respect authority for my own benefit, C) Learning from authority is valuable?

James considers the options. A might result in his character being some kind of punk, and B might make them selfish, so he decides to choose option C, which most reflects his real world view anyway. This decreases his free thought and rebelliousness while increasing his curiosity and, for a third time, follower mentality. The game has a pop-up:

Trait Earned: Follower Mentality. For the rest of the character creator, you will be able to see how many other players chose each option. Furthermore, the least popular option will be disabled.

It surprises James that he is excited about this. The James that began playing this game sneered at most people around him, believing himself superior to them. James' new brain, however, is keen to learn how others answered the questions, thinking it may help him get a good result. He doesn't notice that this is a change in his personality, forgetting how judgemental he used to be.

6. How often do you brush your teeth: A) After every meal (5%), B) Once a day at night (35%), or C) When I remember or feel like it (60%)?

In real life James does brush his teeth after every meal, hygiene being important to him. However, with that option disabled, he's fine going for option B for his character. The game gives a slight reduction in his hygiene, but increases his desire for routine. The change in James' hygiene doesn't really happen in real life yet, instead manifesting as an attitude change, where taking care of hygiene feels like more effort than it did to James before.

7. When you're given a task, do you: A) Rush it and get it out of the way (10%), B) Start and work on it at a steady pace (4%), or C) Procastinate on it and do it last minute (86%)?

Despite the changes so far, James still hates lazy people who procrastinate. While he would usually answer B, he answers A as the second best thing. The game increases his decisiveness and efficiency, but a few negative stat changes happen, such as reducing his responsibility, care, and he takes a slight hit to his usual grades. Internally, James can feel himself becoming rasher and a little lazier. While he's far from dumb right now, his priority shifts away from being as based around education as it usually is.

8. How often do you exercise: A) Daily (36%), B) A couple times a week (31%), C) Never (33%)?

James' mind thinks back to the answer to that first question. He got a nerd attribute point, and if he answers never to this question he'll definitely get another one. He thinks that'd suck, who wants to play a video game as a nerd? Being unable to answer B, he decides to select A to ensure his character isn't too much of a nerd.

Upon selecting this option, the game's appearance changes slightly. It gets a little more colourful and begins playing music, while having more animations to keep James' attention focused on the game. A pop-up appears:

Trait Earned: Gym Focus. You care more about the gym than reading or numbers, so for the rest of the character creator you won't get to see how your answers change your stats. Your questions will become catered to your gym focus.

9. At the gym, your favourite exercise is: A) Lifting (88%), B) Cardio like running (4%), C) Bodyweight exercises (8%)?

James doesn't really know what bodyweight exercises are, and everyone else chose lifting. Lifting's weights and stuff, he knows that, so why not? James chooses option A. His head is feeling a bit strange, a bit slower than normal, maybe he's coming down with a cold or something. His whole body feels kinda warm, actually, so he must be getting sick. Before he can think about it too much, the game quickly gives him the next question.

10. What's your favourite music: A) Rock (25%), B) Rap (53%), C) Country (22%)?

James is definitely feel weird now, and the weird thing is he's not even sure. He's struggling to remember what music he used to listen to. Most people chose rap though, so he chooses rap too.

The game presents a new popup:

Congratulations, you have finished the character creator! Now it's time to play the game, James. Live a full day in this life to finish tailoring your character. You can do pretty much whatever you want, but the game will occasionally give you choices, and your answers to these choices will have a particularly high impact on your stats.

James grins, finally the character creator's over. He scratches his pec, thinking about whether he should continue playing right now. He's got nothing else to do this evening though. He just moved to university, but he doesn't know anyone here yet and doesn't know what the best places to go out are. So he can continue playing for now.

James clicks start, eager to get to the proper gameplay. He hasn't noticed any change in real life at all, but is impressed at how well the game's avatar matches him already. It's got exactly the same build as he worked hard for. He's a straight B student, retaining some of his intelligence thanks to his nerd attribute point. The changes to his personality are extensive but subtle for now.

The game assigns a world catered towards his character, particularly the Follower Mentality and Gym Focus traits. The game includes a vast number of different worlds, and assigns one to each player at the end of the character creator based on what it thinks the player would enjoy, though this can also mean that players get railroaded towards a certain path of transformation. The world features a mix of other players and NPCs, though this isn't stated anywhere and James assumes everyone here is an NPC for now.

The game loads and James wakes up in his bed. The flat he lives in is pretty unfurbished, only having essential gameplay items. He quickly follows his new instincts for his morning routine. Thanks to his answer in the character creator, showering or brushing his teeth doesn't cross his mind, so he heads straight to the kitchen. There are a variety of food options here, but he instinctively makes some chicken and a protein shake.

While consuming breakfast, James checks the in-game phone. The game presents him with a number of opportunities, but the one that captures his attention is the "gym" opportunity. James browses the gyms included in the game world. The gym he chooses to attend will impact his stats and the types of people he meets, but he only has access to one of them:

Elite Gym (unavailable: James is not upper class)

Budget Gym (unavailable: James is too muscular to benefit from this gym)

As Rocks Gym (available)

As Rocks Gym? James wonders what that name could hint at, but not for very long since it's the only option for him anyway. Plus, he looks up the address and discovers it's on his street. He finishes his breakfast and heads there right away.

James walks in and heads to the reception desk to sign up for the gym. He's greeted by the first NPC he's interacting with in this game. The NPC talks pretty slowly and has a vacant face, but James figures that's probably a limitation of the programming, and all the NPCs will be like that. He finishes signing up for the gym and is given a membership card. The card has a large number on it, which is currently 118. James assumes this is his membership number or something.

He heads deeper into the gym to start lifting. He' spends a while inside, before eventually being's quickly approached by another character. At first James assumes this is a NPC, but he receives a message on his screen.

Klingime3: yo, u new? u luk new. wana tour?

James14214573923: Oh, this is online? You're another player?

Klingime3: yh bro im a player. dis gyms awsum, cmon

James14214573923: Uh ok, yeah.

James begins following this other player. His avatar isn't a muscle god or anything, but he's wearing damp gym clothes so James assumes he's just finished a workout anyway. There's no option to see his stats or anything, though James can see some traits. The list of traits Klingime3 has is pretty long, he must have played this game a lot, but some highlights James spots from a quick look are "Sweat Waterfall", "Dropout Dumb", "Horned Up", "Sheep Herder", and "Gym Dedicated". This gives him a decent idea of who he's dealing with here. Since James' avatar matches his own personality so well, he figures the same is probably true for Klingime3, and the spelling would seem to support that theory.

James briefly hovers over himself and sees that his own traits are displayed. He's still only got the two of them, "Gym Mentality" and "Follower Mentality". He realises that that's probably how this Klingime guy knew he was new, because he didn't have many traits yet. He doesn't realise that the Herd Mentality trait is an advert for other players to influence his stats, though.

James14214573923: So thanks for showing me around. This was the only gym I could go to, the others were locked.

Klingime3: dose other gyms suck fr dw, dis got da best shit. like ere. luk.

Klingime3 stops in front of a bar.

Klingime3: dis dude makes drinks for us, deyre rly gud. u got cash yet?

James14214573923: Uh nah, not yet, I think. Unless you start with some. I just booted up the game and came here. What's special about a drink?

Klingime3: deyre jus good. ill get u my faves. da rocks shake is rly gud, it boosts happy stat and stuf. n it boosts mussel gains from da liftin we boutta do. ill get u dat.

James receives an item in his inventory. Klingime3 has given him a "As Rocks Shake", seemingly the speciality item for this gym, though other shakes are available. Still not understanding the wordplay at hand here, James quickly chugs it. It tastes really good, and somehow consuming it in the game makes him feel happy in real life too. His phone in his real life pocket vibrates, not only to administer the effects of the shake, but also to provide a small jolt of happiness that will make him want to buy that kind of shake again.

The NPC at the drinks stand offers James free drinks today, and he quickly buys another "As Rocks Shake" while browsing the menu for more variety. He figures he can consume them from his inventory whenever his hydration decreases from the gym session. The NPC says the free drinks can count for their loyalty scheme, and asks for James' gym membership card. He gives it to the NPC, noticing the number on it now says 108 for some reason.

Klingime3: u like it yh? u got rocks shake agen dats cool. u shud get da water too. n da hazer.

James looks curiously at the items available in the bar, just "water" doesn't seem to be available. He realises Klingime must mean the "Water(fall) Can". No stat changes are displayed, but James vaguely remembers waterfall being in one of Klingime's traits. James can't remember what it was though, for some reason his memory seems a bit worse than normal. He also takes his advice and gets the hazer.

James and Klingime3 spend a few hours in the gym together. James takes Klingime3's guidance on the best ways to lift, while Klingime3 keeps encouraging James to restock on drinks frequently. It doesn't take James much convincing though, he's still trying to manage his needs and for some reason he's constantly thirsty. Since drinking the Water(fall) Can he's been sweating a lot, which is making his thirst pretty extreme, but James doesn't realise it's the effect of that can. He's trying to pay attention to the game, but there's a lot going on and it's becoming pretty hard to follow.

James14214573923: i'm gettin hungry, there good places to eat round here?

Klingime3: da gym got gud food. ill show u.

Klingime3 takes James to small stand in the gym. It has a very limited menu, but Klingime3 immediately orders for James anyway.

Klingime3: i got us horndogs w da rocks sorce n da brainfries. deyre rly gud, ull like.

James shows his gym membership card to receive the food, the number on it now saying 88 for some reason. Klingime3 definitely seems like an expert in this game, so James happily follows his lead. Especially as James' brain slows down thanks to his activities here today, he doesn't have the capacity to question Klingime3's decisions much anymore. He happily chats to his new friend while eating the food.

As they finish their meal, James realises his sleep meter is almost empty.

James14214573923: damn bro my i gota sleep. how u do dat?

Klingime3: o yh so wen u sleep u cant play agen til tmrw irl. i got bufs cos i play alot so i can stay up lon but if u g2g u g2g, ill go urs n show u how to sleep n den c u tmrw on ere?

James14214573923: bet bro yh ill play tmrw lesgo mine now for sleep tho

James and Klingime head back to his in-game flat and Klingime shows James how to sleep. The game saves quickly, and then boots James out to the main menu. The phone in his pocket vibrates, the game's app has sent him a notification. James pulls it out to read it.

"First Day Complete! Thanks for playing a full day James, we've saved your data. It really helps us out. See you tomorrow! - Life Simulator Game"

James grins vacantly as he reads the notification. His dulled brain generates some basic thoughts in response, such as how awesome the game was and how awesome the Klingime3 guy was. He'll definitely play again tomorrow.

First original story, finished with the assistance of AI.

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[All characters are aged 18 or older]

The morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds, casting a pale, weak light over Kevin’s scrawny frame. He lay tangled in his sheets, his morning wood throbbing with an annoying, persistent ache that demanded attention. It was a familiar, boring routine for the skinny high schooler—waking up, looking down at his smooth, hairless chest and the pathetic weight of his average-sized cock, and lazily jerking off just to get the dopamine hit before dragging his frail body to class. But today, the friction of his hand felt dry and insufficient. His mind drifted, unbidden, to a video he’d stumbled upon late last night—a faceless, massive jock bro relentlessly humping a folded pillow. The memory of those thick, tree-trunk thighs piston-pumping and the sheer, animalistic aggression of the act made Kevin’s breath hitch.

Driven by a sudden, weird spike of curiosity, Kevin grabbed the extra pillow from the side of his bed. It was a cheap, fluffy thing in an unassumingly gray cotton case. He folded it in half, creating a makeshift, soft crevice between the halves. It felt ridiculous. He felt ridiculous. But the image of that jock’s rhythm was burned into his retinas. With a self-conscious huff, Kevin positioned the pillow beneath his hips, aligned his hardening length with the fold, and tentatively thrust forward.

The sensation was immediate and shocking. The soft cotton seemed to grab him in with mind of its own. It hugged his shaft with a suffocating, heated pressure that no human hand could ever replicate, swaddling his sensitive skin in a friction-heavy embrace. The fabric seemed to grab onto his glans, pulling him deeper with a magnetic friction.

"Oh... fuck," Kevin whispered, his voice cracking.

The pillow felt like it was milking him, the plush interior molding perfectly to every vein and curve. He slowly pulled back and drove his hips forward, seeking that enveloping heat. As he sank deeper into the fold, the pillow’s texture seemed to exfoliate his sensitivity, dragging pleasantly against the base of his penis. Suddenly, an intense, electric itching sensation erupted around his groin. It started at the root of his cock and his shaved testicles—a maddening, erotic prickle that felt like fire ants dancing under his skin.

He shoved his hips forward again, harder this time, trying to scratch the itch with the pillow’s fabric.

Crack.

A loud, wet pop echoed from his spine. Kevin froze, expecting pain, but a wave of scalding heat rushed from his lower back out to his shoulders. He looked down at his arms, propping him up on the mattress. As he watched, the skin on his forearms pulled tight, his wrists thickening as bone density surged audibly to support a new, heavier frame. Down his groin, where his skin had been smooth and pale moments ago, thick, coarse black wires were bursting through the pores. The pillow’s friction seemed to be coaxing the hair out, pulling it from his body. A dense, dark bush rapidly reclaimed his pubic mound, spreading with aggressive speed down to his balls and up toward his navel.

"What the..." he gasped, but the pleasure in his groin was too intense to stop.

The pillow felt tighter now, hotter. It was definity milking him. A profound slickness began to coat his glans as his body responded to the cotton’s grip by weeping copious amounts of clear, sticky pre-cum it didn't used to produce. The fluid soaked into the fabric, turning the dry friction into a wet, squelching slide. He thrust again, burying his cock deep into the pillow.

With that push, his T-shirt tore at the seams. His shoulders exploded outward, broadening with such violence that the fabric shredded instantly, revealing deltoids that were rapidly inflating like balloons filling with concrete. The heat was intoxicating. Pure, raw testosterone flooded his system.

And down below, the changes were terrifyingly good. As the pillow cradled his scrotum, applying a warm, heavy pressure, his testicles churned. They dropped lower, swelling to the size of eggs, heavy with sudden production, sloshing against his thighs with every pump. He realized he hadn't slipped out of the pillow on the backstroke because he simply had more length. His cock was longer. Thicker. He thrust in again—thwack—and felt the head of his penis hit a new depth, stretching an inch further than it ever had before, widening the channel in the pillow slick with another sudden, heavy flow of pre-cum.

"Fuck, yeah..." The words tumbled out as a knot settles firmly in his throat, lower and rougher than his normal voice. "That’s it, bro."

He didn't know why he called himself "bro," but it felt right. It felt necessary. It tasted delicious on his tongue. He picked up the pace, his rhythm turning from tentative to predatory.

Thrust. Grow. Thrust. Grow.

The pillow’s cotton surface acted like a rough tongue against his inner thighs, igniting a fresh wave of that maddening, virile itch. The friction began to sent the tickling sensation racing downward like a brushfire. Thick, coarse fur erupted from every pore on his legs, spreading from his crotch to his legs in seconds, coating his skin in a dense, masculine pelt that scraped deliciously against the bedding. As the hair claimed him, the muscle beneath detonated. His quadriceps flared outward, shredding his pajama pants along the inseam with a violent riiiip. Massive, tree-trunk slabs of meat piled onto his thighs, crushing the pillow between them with hydraulic force. His ankles thickened, and his feet elongated with a series of wet pops, stretching until his 14-size, sweaty soles hung well off the edge of the mattress, twitching with raw, newfound power.

The erotic itch traveled upward, riding the wave of his expanding abs. A trail of dark hair raced up his stomach, covering his new six-pack in a virile stripe before blossoming across his pectorals. His chest widened, swelling pecs snapping the last threads of his collar, and the hair spread like wildfire towards his underarms.

As the thick, bristly pelt erupted in his armpits, a new sensation hit him. The friction of his massive arms grinding against his lats released a pungent aroma. It was a thick, heavy musk—the scent of a locker room, of stale sweat, of a dominant alpha in peak heat. Kevin flared his nostrils, inhaling his own scent deeply. It made his head swim. The complex thoughts of AP History and social anxiety dissolved, replaced by the simple, primal urge of a twenty-year-old stud. The boyish softness of high school melted away, his jawline taken over by the jagged, heavy bone structure of a collegiate athlete in his prime.

"Fuck, this smells so good, bro," he groaned, his voice now a deep, rumbling baritone that vibrated in his expanding chest.

He pushed himself up, his hands morphing into thick, calloused mitts that grabbed the top corners of the pillow. He hauled the bedding closer, bending his upper body forward to dominate the object. His biceps, now the size of his old head, peaked like mountain ranges as he squeezed the fabric, his veins bulging like garden hoses.

He was destroying it. His hips were moving on their own now, uncontrolled, primitive pistons. Every time he bottomed out inside the soft folds, his cock grew thicker, heavier, adding another inch of meat that demanded more room. The pillow was fraying, the cotton tearing under the assault of his massive, rock-hard shaft and the constant friction of his new, abrasive body hair.Beneath him, his balls churned, heavy and swollen. The pillow’s lower fold cradled his sack, the soft pressure stimulating his testicles to drop lower, filling with the weight of a bull. They slapped against his thighs with a wet, heavy rhythm, working overtime to produce gallons of seed.

"Take it," he grunted, saliva pooling in his mouth. "Take the whole thing, you little bitch."

He was huge now. His back was a wall of muscle that blocked out the morning sun. He felt invincible. He felt simple. The only things that mattered were friction and size. He adjusted his grip, pinning the pillow against the mattress, his triceps flaring as he forced the soft object to take the full length of his new reality.

Snap.

The wooden slats beneath him gave way, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The pleasure of the growth fused with the pleasure of the act. Must thrust. Must breed. He felt his heavy, hairy pecs bouncing with every impact; two hypersensitive nipples now beet-red, sticking out and brushing against the ruined fabric until they became pebbled discs that begged for friction.

He looked at the pillow and saw only a hole. A hole that existed solely for him to wreck.

"Fuck, I'm huge, bro. I'm a fucking beast," he panted, his mind completely regressed to pure instinct. Kevin the high schooler was gone. That kid was a weak memory. He was a college god. He was just muscle. He was just cock.

With one final, earth-shattering roar, he drove his hips forward. His gargantuan member, now slick with rivers of pre-cum, pierced straight through the back of the pillowcase. The tip emerged out the other side, thick, purple, and weeping. The sensation of destroying something with his sheer 10 inch size sent him over the edge. He erupted, his body seizing as he pumped wave after wave of thick, potent seed into the ruined cotton, his massive frame shaking with the force of his own virility.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by his heavy, wet breathing. The frail, insecure boy was gone. In his place sat a monolithic wall of muscle, covered in sweat and a thick coat of masculine hair, sitting amidst the wreckage of a bed and cum. He tossed the destroyed pillow aside like a used tissue, dripping wet with his blessings.

He stood up, towering over everything in the room. His head nearly grazed the ceiling. He looked around the cramped space, his eyes glazed and hungry. The chair. The gap between the mattress and the wall. The open window. Everything looked different now. Everything looked... tight. Everything looked like it needed to be stretched by a man of his size.

He flexed a bicep, kissing the massive peak of muscle, and shoved his nose into his pit, inhaling the stink of his own pheromones.

"Fuck, bro," he grinned, a stupid, wide, predatory smile spreading across his square jawline as his cock turned hung half-erected like a bull.

Jayden, or Reggie back at that night, never expected that a drop-dead gorgeous woman like Nina would even look at his way, let alone decided to gave him a blowjob, and more. But the fact that it was probably one of the least surprising development he experienced within 24 hours clearly tilted his perspective of the world and where he's placed inside of it. He always believed that he's probably a meaningless character in the grand scheme of things, but his first encounter with his transformed self shattered that perception.

By noon, the seeds planted in his mind on how far the potential he possessed now to be highly influential.

And by the end of the first night, he believed he could be an architect of a completely different future for many, and a single touch from him is the only thing needed.

Unfortunately for him, that influence comes with a cost and yet he wouldn't know the full-picture of it until his very last day, when the creeping sensation in his head becomes unbearable. But before that, a look back into the series of life of men that he termed as "blessed" by him would give an overview of the extent of his exploits.

Way before Alexander (or Armstrong as his later identity), his MO was not always been discreetly leaving after "blessing" his selection just like what Nina did to him. He would linger around in the morning, calm them down when they realized the transformation that occured before teasing their fucked up metabolism and conflicted self in their new, highly-charged body which always led to extended/continued fucking he never resisted.

Some of the subjects even went as far as blocking him to go away until he explained to them how on Earth he made the changes possible. He usually got away with it with half-ass explanation as the changed men usually too focused on their new self anyway and their desire to "explore further", but not everything always went smoothly

One case got pretty bad, it was his first "threesome blessing" and apparently, they were both Secret Agents for the United Kingdom on a mission to track and monitor Russian expats that has British nationality in Bali. The two agents cornered him, they went as far as putting the gun right at his forehead and that's when he realized that from past memories, people usually complied to whatever he said as long as he put that command during physical contact. He remembered vividly how that DILF managed to not shoot his load despite pummeling his hole for 10 minutes straight and already saying he's close all that damn time. Or how the nerdy and stingy Mexican sales manager that turned into a bonafide young papi maintained the perfect composure throughout his call with the bank when Jayden made him transferred all his life savings to Jayden's account. People indeed were listening to his command as long as he touched them, and that's what he did as he managed to touch both agent's calves while he kneeled on the floor, telling them to calm down and toss the gun away. Lucky he did it fast, so the agents haven't had the chance to pull the trigger and instantly calmed down and simply stared at Jayden with wonder.

He maintained physical contact with both men as he then said that both agents would fall asleep as soon as he let go and then the agents would wake up a couple hours later forgetting the past 24 hours and simply found themselves confused with their new physique. That plan seemed to worked wonder and ever since then, to not complicate things, he would always leave the transformed men before they wake up, including Alexander.

To note though, Alexander was also a slightly anomalous case for him until that point. Yeah he transformed all those men before Alexander, but really, only with that sloppy accountant he sensed an other-worldly headache that almost caused him to violently scream in pain. He was pounding Alex relentlessly when that happened so his roar of pain masked as some sort of delightful euphoria as he dumped load after load into Alex. When that accountant fell asleep, he noticed something illuminated from deep within his transformed body, wait.....was that....power? He not only changed the man, but he also empowered him? Afraid of the unclear possibilities and the risk posed by the unknown, he simply dashed out from the villa before he could confirm whatever the fuck happened.

But, once again, it's not real world if everything always go in accordance to your plan. Around one and a half week after his life-changing sex to Alexander, Jayden found himself in the company of several American chuds desperate to have the bachelor party of their life as a pair of those men actually would held their marriage in Bali by next week alongside incoming friends and family. None of them looked impressive, their corporate jobs took the time away for them to properly cared about their form. But that's the kind of targeting he actually preferred as he made his way through the crowd to visit them after seeing them repeatedly fumbled their approach to all the other men. Jayden ensured that it was all natural, the way he just danced but slowly approached their table, the repeated eye contact as he swayed his body sensually to the music, then one of the guy started to try to made his approach and Jayden seductively agreed to play along with them as he managed to convince them to leave the club and spent the night with him.

Everything went according to plan until their arrival to the villa, all the men were putty under his touch and influence and within hours, a mass transformation would occur and then he would just left before all that. But, the same thing that happened with Alexander happened once more as Jayden's head throbbed rather violently mid-way through the whole ordeal. He was on his knees sensually contorting his body like some kind of Magic Mike dancer on top of a massive teakwood table while getting worshipped from all sides by 5 men that craved him. The men thought their kisses and groping elicited such response from Jayden that sounded like he's highly aroused, when in fact he was desperate to hang on to his dear life. As he grabbed one of the guy's head and impaled that guy on his cock, he roared as gallons of cum sprayed out to fill the throat of the guy to the brim.

The guy is the next week groom by that time, so he shared his cum-filled mouth to his fiance that also swallowed Jayden's. The unintended cock then licked by the other two guys and the one that was busy kissing Jayden's back moved to the front, swiped the droplets on the table right below Jayden's raging hard cock and gave it a taste. All 5 men practically would be altered in less than 24 hours upon consumption, heck, even by the next morning, these men would be transformed into someone else entirely and clearly would also have the same illumination as Alexander since the throbbing headache happened around the same timeframe. Curiosity convinced him to stick around this time and witnessed what would happen to these men as they soon passed out one by one like dominos.

He witnessed how their fat melted or their body mass thickened and then rippled into cuts of muscle. He also witnessed all the glowing lights lit up their whole body, illuminated exactly in their spine before giving a one-last glow that slightly coming in a hue of orange from what he believed to be their medulla oblongata. Yet after that, he fell asleep and only woken up because a loud groan coming out from the balcony on the second floor of the villa

He quickly ran to the second floor and that's when his eyes lit up upon looking at the fine specimen in front of him. That shorts......it's Anthony, and he really looked stunning in this younger, way fitter form of his. But then, Jayden found himself surprised beyond belief when he heard a sound from inside his brain

"What a gorgeous offspring of mine,"

Wait......what the fuck was that? A sound, from his mind? Offspring? What the hell is that?? That's clearly not his voice! He thought to himself in a mixture of awe, confusion and dread because he's never having these sensations beforehand. Much to his surprise too, the reformed Anthony then ordered him to kneel and Jayden's body complied as being told with no resistance whatsoever despite his mental rejection. Without even his control, the voice in his head started speaking and took control of his mouth and tongue to then convey on how a good father should taught his sons a thing or two about the human world from lived experience. The voice clearly meant to be an exact copy of his, and boy how similar was that??!!! The situation put Jayden on a spin as he started thinking, there's something in me all this time? Watching all my activities, my work, my sex, everything??

Much to Jayden's surprise, and seemingly responding to his question so clearly whatever it is also reading his mind, the voice said internally

"Well yes, absolutely. Do you think you can do all your "blessing" without me fully awake and in control of your internal system? Of course not. My essence made all those changes possible. My eggs.....oh....if only you ate healthier, I would hatch bigger amount and in shorter time than this. But 6 will suffice, for now......

Meanwhile, in the real world, he's hanging on for dear life as his perverted mouth greedily suck on Tony's cock "while the rest of the guys still sleeping"......

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It was easy to just slip one into his laundry. He was settling into what was bound to be an all nighter of some game or sci-fi series when I noticed he had it on. This was my chance.

“Bro you look good in that shirt. Looks like you’ve worked out a little”

“Huh? Me?” He looked insulted.

“Yeah man. That skinny-fat belly of yours looks like it’s gone haha. Come on lift up your shirt and see”

“Shut up. No way” he tried to ignore me, but I knew he would be too curious and just when he thought I wasn't looking he timidly lifted his shirt up an inch and took a look. As he did it’s like I could see the bit of flub around his waist melt away.

“See” I grinned. He quickly dropped the shirt down in embarrassment.

“Well… uh I guess so… But I don’t work out.” He glanced up at me in minor annoyance and my heart skipped a beat. His normally pimply face was clear.

“Well you’re looking good dude. Take the complement. I swear you got some abs. Seriously check em out”

He was a little less shy this time and pulled the shirt up farther. The changes were a lot more obvious this time. One by one small faint abs popped into existence.

“Yeah they’re not bad.” He kept his shirt up this time, actively flexing his core as it got tighter and waist got slimmer all while the rest of his torso started to fill out the shirt. His jeans were even getting slightly tighter, showing off an increasingly obvious bulge.

“Yeah dude. We should lift together sometime. I mean look at your chest dude. Seriously hot”

“Chest…” he started to lift his shirt eagerly this time and his innocent smile quickly melting into a cocky smirk as he revealed a chest that quickly expanded into two hard pecs atop his cobblestone abs. His shoulders stretched wider and biceps inflated as he lifted one up and flexed, happily showing off. “Yeah man. Hot right?” Fuck his deep voice was perfect.

“Totally dude. Why don’t you peel off that shirt of yours and show me everything you got…” but I didn’t even have to tell him. He was already pulling his shirt over his head, grunting deeply as he struggled to free the fabric from his widening and swelling body.

“Huhu bro. This shirt too small!”

Length? Well he was hungry after all and wanted to spend the full evening together so obviously a long big meal would be nice that could be satisfying together. Now he could really hear his boyfriend make a series of deep grunts… “mmm fuck yeah… how about thick?”. “Er thick? Yeah sure I guess…You sure you’re ok over there? I mean I’m sorry this is all so vague, but you asked. You sure you don’t want to just get take out? Really, we could just have a hot dumb meal together.” “Mmm yeah. Dumb and hot together. Sounds gooood. I’m getting everythin ready babe. I want a hot dumb meal too huhu. Hope it’s like everythin you wanted. I’ll be ready by the time you’re back. Gonna be so hot…” His boyfriend hung up mysteriously and he found himself left extremely confused and head a little foggy. He was pretty hungry after all and oddly hot and horny. What was with his boyfriend? He was oddly direct, his voice sounded off, like he was getting a cold, and he never called him “babe”. Maybe he should leave early, see if he’s ok. He was so hungry it was actually getting impossible to concentrate without thinking about this imaginary hot meal. Yeah, he should get home. Couldn’t wait to find what his boyfriend was making. Little did he know that this is what would be waiting for him by the time he got home…

Their transformations were quick. He started as a headache before the heat took over and the kids frame started to stretch and pack on muscle. He knew had full control when the loser’s small pathetic dick finally sprouted into a true jock cock and he could smirk and flex with full freedom. At this point his other self was quick enough to shed his clothes when the changes started, but he didn’t mind flexing and shredding out of them.

He made sure to take a pic, knowing the loser would check his phone whenever he had control again. He knew that virgin might pretend to be terrified and furious but he was definitely jealous about what he became. Because who wouldn’t. This hot dumb sexy version of him was dreamed up somewhere. Hot bod, deep voice, pure confidence, monster cock- he could and did get any guy he wanted.

All he wanted more of, besides sex, muscle, and more followers was more time- full control- and he could tell he was gaining. He figured the more that nerd wanted to be him, giving in to the muscle and the narcissism, the more control he would get. So he took his pics, left his sweaty musky gym gear around, got as much dick and ass as he could, and sure enough the changes were getting more frequent and longer. Soon he would have full control.

A/N: I am immune to nostalgia, you are immune to nostalgia. Any references to anything in this story MUST be completely coincidental.

I think I've done enough long stories, I'm tired. It's gonna be short stories of various lengths until I stop. Then, who knows, maybe another couple of months before you see me again haha, I hope not.

Here we go with a spin off series!

Jed had stepped into his room, spotting a stranger in his bed, holding his basketball. Before he could even say anything, the man stammered “I-I didn’t mean to!” The cadence, the stammer, even the bit of whine, now subdued by the weight in his voice, Jed knew it well.

How many times could one person tell another, movies weren’t real? How many times could one be forced to watch Space Jam? Jed had no idea but was sure he must have been approaching the world record for it. Iker loved that movie and Jed had no one but himself to blame for it. He was the one who had to make sure his brother saw the “classics”. Especially not wanting him to think that modern Looney Tunes could even hold a candle to the Old version. Iker was hooked, just as Jed planned. He just hadn’t realized what that meant.

See Jed was an athletic guy, and his room had become his treasure trove and a testament to all the sports he’d played throughout the years. Used hockey sticks taped back together multiple times, stashed away in the closet. A scribbled over soccer ball deflated in the corner, wrestling trophies used as paper weights. The only piece of equipment stored here still in rotation was Jed’s basketball. He’d gather up some of his friends and go play hoops at their park's local black top. Iker would join them often, sitting on the side, plucking at grass under a tree's shade. Such was life when your mom couldn't hire a proper babysitter. But over the years Jed did his best trying to get Iker involved, making his friends go easier on his lil bro, lifting him up to throw shots. Iker couldn’t really muster the natural talent to keep up with the skills the older boys had cultivated, but he was always in awe. Plucking the grass wasn't him showing disinterest, it was him pretending to be disinterested so that Jed didn't feel compelled to include him.

Perhaps to anyone else it would have been obvious where this was going, but even by his own admission Jed was never a genius. He had always loved talking up how smart his younger brother was, to diss himself and his bro’s when playing ball. They were all good people who Jed would hype up to no end, but their collective grades were ass. However, Iker, having a passionate love for Space Jam, did lessen his older brother’s diss for his friends. He may have been smart, but he was still just a munchkin. 

There was one scene in the movie, where the villains’ goons, little weird monster freaks in Jed’s eyes, stealing the talent of professional players via a basketball. Iker was obsessed with that scene and was convinced his brother and his friend’s talent were infused into Jed’s basketball. It made no sense! But it was a fun big brother thing to harp on and tease Iker about. He even started playing keep away with the ball, putting it out of Iker’s reach. Easy to place it in one hand and let Iker try to jump and get it. At first it was a pretty funny joke, but the more they watched Space Jam the more Iker hyper fixated on the scene and became obsessed with having the ball. 

Got so bad, Jed one day plopped the ball in Iker’s lap. “See, it’s nothing special.” 

“Nooo, it has to be after you play with it. You haven’t played basketball in a week.”

Jed rolled his eyes at the time, not knowing where the sudden stipulations came from. Iker wouldn’t relent though. Which meant Jed let his basketball sit in his room, hoping Iker would lose interest. But today without much thought, Jed got the hankering to play some ball and went out for Saturday morning. He came back in the afternoon and tossed the ball on his bed, walking down the stairs to grab a snack. Iker could be pestering, invasive, and annoying but he was never intentionally bad. Which is why Jed never even considered the possibility Iker would sneak into his room.

Bag of chips and soda in hand, Jed never expected the sight before him. He had walked in during the final stages of the transformation, a soft glow of the ball flowing into the figure touching it. A body that was expanding bigger, pressing down his sheets heavier. The glow faded and there was just a dude there in his bed, ball in hand.

The words, “I-I didn’t mean to!” broke whatever spell Jed had been under.

“Iker?!” He whispered, closing the door. “What did you do? What happened to you?”

“The ball,” Iker spoke quietly, but his voice was so deep every word came across precise. There was no comprehending, what had happened to Iker. Jed was stunned looking at him alone. His brother looked like a fucking unit; every muscle hard trained in a gym. The backwards hat was new, but the briefs he had on certainly looked stretched out and not quite equipped for what he had now, both front and back. His face card wasn’t lacking either, jawline chiseled to the bone and lips plumper than ever. 

Jed walked over and pressed a hand to Iker’s face. 100 % real flesh. His hand skimmed to Iker’s jaw and there was stubble there. Like actual burgeoning hair follicles waiting to form a proper beard. Iker had pecs, biceps, delts, abs and Jed was just running his hands all over studying it, feeling the firm hardness under the pressure of his fingers. “This is sick!”

“Told you it would work,” Iker said a bit more confidently. 

“But why did you come into my room?” Jed’s tone shifted.

Iker shrugged but Jed’s stare applied the right pressure, “Thought I heard you calling me,” His eyes shifted to the ball in his hands as he stood up off the bed. “But when I opened the door your voice and your friend's voice were coming from this, begging me to touch it.” He tossed the ball in the air catching it perfectly, “and then POOF. What'dya think? Can I play basketball without handicaps this time?” Iker winked. Jed was taken aback his little brother seemed off with the way he was talking. Not quite like a kid who had their wish come true, rather a person whose wish coming true was a forgone conclusion: arrogance. Also playing basketball with Jed’s friends? He hated to admit it, but Iker’s body looked way more skilled than Jed's group of friends. Perhaps there was some reason behind that. If all of Jed’s friends had infused some part of themselves into a ball that Iker’s body soaked up, that was way more than one person. The ball had obviously passed between various hands during a game. That meant multiple people’s, what ‘talent’… ‘essence?’ flowed into Iker at once. Though Jed certainly didn’t feel tired or drained like in the movie.

A door slammed in the house. Jed jumped. “That was mom, was she coming or going?”

“Don’ kno.” Iker scratched his chest. Jed rolled his eyes, pointing at Iker's shirt on the bed. “Get dressed.” Jed opened the door and tiptoed downstairs, all was clear, and seeing his mom pull off confirmed it. Walking back up to his room Jed was greeted by a new sight.

Iker’s old jersey looked like a crop top, and he hadn’t even bothered with his shorts, playing with the ball instead. His whole body flexed as he moved the basketball behind his head. Jed had to fight not to stare at the large biceps, pushing the sleeves taunt. He was in awe of Iker and needed gym tips right away.

“Can we go play ball now?” Iker bounced on his feet restlessly.

“I just got back,” Jed stated.

“I know but, we don’t need the others, Me and you. I’ll wipe the floor with you.” Iker tossed the ball in the air, spinning it off his palm before catching it and doing it again. Jed definitely caught the smugness in the words that time. Jed’s loss was clearly inevitable to Iker. But Jed couldn’t let himself get caught up on words, there was a very real issue going on with his brother. He snatched the ball from Iker's hands. 

Iker tried to steal it back, but Jed held his hand out, “No stay there. While I try to undo whatever this is.” Crossing his arms, Iker did as told but clearly pouting about it. Jess looked over every inch of the ball. A regular basketball, nothing more. He tossed it onto his bed. “Don’t” he said as Iker turned away from the ball, eyes going anywhere else in the room pretending he wasn't yearning for it.

Jed tried to think of a solution, but it was hard with Iker looking like a model plopped dead in the center. Face too chiseled, neck too thick, arms too strong, pecs too puffed out, waist too thin. Bulge and ass making the briefs appear even tinier, and ready to snap at the wrong movement. The legs, both thighs and calves, were stolen from roided up horses. “Geezus.” Jed muttered under his breath, almost breaking out in a sweat. He had to think. So, he had played with three other guys today, which meant what…their talent was flowing through Iker 4 times as strong. That could explain why Iker was so…developed. Like Jed was proud of his looks, but he wasn’t competing in any IBFFs soon if ever.

“Maybe if we…” Stupid fantasy logic was not his forte, that's what Iker was for, paired with Iker’s brains, probably would have given them somewhere to start. Jed watched as current Iker pulled off his shirt, feeling up his muscles. 

“Chicks are going to dig this.” His voice said dreamily. Something about his stare and speech wasn’t quite there in reality with Jed.

“Chicks? What chicks?” Jed turned around.

Iker snorted, “The ones at our school bro. Who else?”

Jed slammed his face in his hands, “We don’t go to the same school. You go to an all-boys school for smart people. Stop messing around.” 

“All boys? Pftt, as if.” Iker puffed out air. “Nah there’s no way I’d deny the babes access to all this. “Iker struck a pose, back flared, biceps curled, tongue out. Jed realized his brother looked like a jock stepped right from a movie. And the longer Jed stared at him, the more his mind had overlapping memories of what Iker was supposed to look like. The image of this jockish version imposed his image on everything but didn’t erase the previous one. The magic seemed to be as equally dumb as his brother now.

Mom was going to kill him.

“You’re about to get us killed!” August joked.

“No, you are,” Mason bumped shoulders with him. The two young men were laying down next to each other at the foot of a bed playing a retro game. Their avatars crashed into colorful explosions as a ‘Game Over’ screen popped up in red vibrant letters. They mockingly pointed fingers at the other then laughed before continuing.

—

August knew he wasn’t supposed to sneak into his older brother’s room, let alone take Mason in there. But Gideon was away at college and what was the real harm? More importantly, Gideon had a weird gaming system called a Nintendo 64 that August had to play more of. Over the summer, Gideon played a few games with his little brother, but never enough. Then Gideon headed back to college a few days ago, absolutely barring August from playing without him, stating his little brother would break it. 

To be fair, August had always been banned from Gideon's room since he started college, but this was the first time Gideon actually had something August cared about. Gideon left the system at home stating: he'd never take a collector's item to college. 

His older brother was usually good at locking his door so that August never got in. Luckily enough, their dad was not. When Gideon left, he still had some leftover laundry that their dad cleaned then put in his room. August had been talking up the gaming system for days getting Mason invested. They were hanging out in August’s room, when they noticed the purple light from Gideon's lava lamp spilled into the hallway.

 August’s dad was nowhere in sight. 

“Come on!” August tugged on Mason's arm.

“Won’t your brother be mad?” Mason shook his head.

“But we’ve gotta play the game. I’m telling you, it’s soooo cool.” He whined. Without words Mason followed his friend into the older boy’s room.

There were posters of video games, artists, album covers, and concert promotions lined across the surface of every wall. Even the door wasn't safe from Gideon’s taste, decorated the same.  The room itself, however, was surprisingly neat with a made bed, no doubt enforced by his dad. Strange trinkets were all over the place, model Gundams, a signed baseball, Yu-Gi-Oh! cards in protective packets. Mason’s eye was immediately on the plasma ball that he HAD to check out.

“Your brother’s room is awesome!” Mason exclaimed as he touched the ball watching his fingers attract rays. 

August didn't answer. His plan had been to close the door, then beeline to set the game up. He didn’t do it though because from the moment he stepped in his eyes were locked on the bed. On top of the comforter, folded neatly, were two pairs of Gideon’s boxers. August couldn't help himself; he was drawn to them. One thought in his mind: He had to wear them. His older brother wore them. Didn't he want to be like his older brother? There was no choice, he started to undress right there in front of Mason.

“Hey, what are you—” Mason's speech never finished because after he saw August, his eyes found what August was staring at. The pull came for him too. Gideon’s boxers were looking kind of cool sitting out like that. He needed to put them on. It's what older people wore. Didn’t he want to be cool?

The two striped, clothes flying, as they shucked their own briefs off. August grabbed a green and red pair, while Mason went for the blue and white one. Once the boys slid the boxers on, yanking them up over their knees with enthusiasm, they came back to themselves. Their faces turned red, while they stumbled to put their clothes back on. Neither one noticed they hadn't removed Gideon’s boxers and left their own briefs in the corner. 

When they were both dressed, August started up the game. The screen popped up and August walked backwards till he sat on the bed, with Mason. He wiped his head sweating.

“You okay?” Mason asked.

“I feel weird.” August admitted. Then he hunched over as his abdominal muscles tensed. They rippled under his skin in flux, trying to create room for…something. All at once August had the notion that his body was too small. He slid off the bed dropping to his knees. His body tore through his shirt as his chest and back developed at an alarming rate. Years of training at the gym found their way to August body. The shorts he had on for the summer split down the middle as his ass popped out in Gideon’s boxers. August was getting taller and older, with every passing second, there was just more of him taking up space. 

“I’ll get your dad,” Mason got up off the bed, frightened, but as he ran for the door, froze, shooting straight up in height, clothes gone. Pecs forced themselves onto his chest, going from unimpressive to knockout rapidly. Abs completed the look etching on his skin. His shoulders were next getting broader as the muscle mass in his arms increased. 

The two stumbled around trying to stand up or move forward, they caught sight of the other struggling. Both their thighs turned tree trunk-size in unison, filling up the boxers’ leg holes and drawing the material tighter on their asses. Their cocks were lengthening in the front as their balls dropped heavier, fuller, producing new sperm. The more it went on the more obvious it became, they were soaring to Gideon’s age, becoming athletic young men. 

Their faces were the last things to change, jawlines settling in, angles sharpening. Their boyish features were gone like melted butter.

—

“That’s another game over for us.” August sighed. He was resting, back against the bed’s headboard. Not that he even cared about the game anymore. He moved solely so that he could get a better look at Mason’s ass. There was a new desire developing inside of him, a new game he wanted to play.

Mason turned back and caught August's lustful look with a smirk, “You staring at my ass bro?”

August only nodded, words failing him at the moment. A swift twist of the body and Mason was leaned over August, ass on August’s leg. Mason gently grabbed the back of August, letting his right hand enjoy the stands, while his left wandered up August’s inner thigh, “Good, because I was staring at yours earlier too.”

Their lips met.

Obsessed with a man he's lucky to still get the time of day from, Xavier tries a Hail Mary love potion only to become the brainless man of Felix's dreams.

Classiccc love potion TF with a slight emphasis on Xavier's dumbing down! Hope you enjoy his obsessive trek towards a simpler, hairier life! -Occam

Workplace friends probably does a good enough job at summing up their relationship. They were the briefest of flings turned simple coworkers once more. Sure probably closer than anyone else, but as Xavier watches Felix wander around their small office making sure everyone’s cheery, he can’t help but crave something more.

If he could spend his whole life observing, talking to, being with Felix- Well, he could scarcely think of anything more preferable. He’d love to have the man under a microscope if not in bed next to him, Xavier yearns to know what makes him tick, if only to enjoy his presence all the more. 

Such intimacy is not necessary for Xavier to admit that to him, Felix is absolutely the perfect package. From the moment Xavier saw him he could hardly contain his crush. After spending time with him enough to learn that he is also charming, intelligent, and, in a more shallow vein, rich- well how could Xavier ever resist!

The only thing is, as is often the most pressing dilemma in one-sided relationships, it that the relationship is now starkly one-sided. In their brief trial relationship Felix was quick to break it off. They’re just not all that compatible, he said. Xavier told himself he’s just not enough. But given time, given resources, perhaps he could be.

Fleeing the cold and enjoying some time off in the sun at a Pool house in Mexico.