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Bakugou Katsuki

Love in pain- Quirkless reader tries to comfort Bakugou after a rough day at work but his temper ends up getting the best of him. The first fic I ever wrote and holds a special place for me

Finding drawings of themselves in their crushes notebook HC

How they deal with their omega’s nesting HC

Yandere Bakugou general HC

Yandere Werewolf Bakugou- You stepped into his territory and now there’s no escape

Yandere Bakugou-Acidentally falling asleep on his arm

Bakugou x 220cm male s/o

Bakugou x shy pro hero s/o

Bakugou x shy s/o pet names

Hit by a quirk that turns him into a kid

S/o has a tooth ache

Bakugou x reader arranged marriage-this one is my longest on the list, and quite possibly one of my favorites

Strict Parent s/o

Best boyfriend Competition

S/o always wearing bra/sweatpants HC/omegaverse

Bakugou x Soft Wife Reader w/ Twins

Reuniting with childhood friend HC

All Might (Yagi Toshinori)

Yagi x Blind Reader HC

How they deal with their omega’s nesting

Yandere All Might general HC

Class 1a Fairie Au-Put this one here because Yagi is the main person you interact with through the story but the main concept is that reader lives with a bunch of UA student faries in their back yard

Omega All Might x Alpha reader

Yagi x Mercy Reader HC

Yandere All Might Collab

Yandere Alpha All Might x Reader

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa x insomniac reader HC

Aizawa/Hizashi x reader, Blood and Bones- More of a platonic, family relationship built between reader and the guys after they run into them on the streets

Aizawa x shy reader HC

Aizawa x blind reader HC

Aizawa x shy/young Fiance Hc/scenario- Aizawa gets set up in an arranged marriage between his and readers parents and finds himself liking them more then he thought he would pt.1    pt.2    pt.3

Aizawa x quirkles s/o HC

Yandere Aizawa general HC

Aizawa x reader clannad situation

Aizawa with a s/o that’s composed in bed

Yandere EraserMic x reader-Purge Collab pt.1   pt.2

Aizawa x Mercy Reader HC

Aizawa x Top 10 Hero Wife

Dad Aizawa Comfort

Hizashi Yamada

Hizashi/Aizawa x reader, Blood and Bones- More of a platonic, family relationship built between reader and the guys after they run into them on the streets

Hizashi x shy reader HC

Hizashi x blind reader HC

Hizashi with a s/o that’s composed in bed

Yandere Hizasih x reader

Yandere EraserMic x reader-Purge Collab pt.1    pt.2

Kirishima Eijiro

Kirishima x reader, Hero of Shadows- A multi fic I started making for Kirishima and plan to pick up one day if enough people show interest    pt.2   pt.1

Kirishima x Mercy Reader HC

Reuniting with a childhood friend HC

Alpha Kirishima x reader-Flower Girl: After saving you from a rampaging hero, you find a certainred haired alpha sniffing around the flower shop you work at

Todoroki Shoto

Finding drawings of themselves in their crushes notebook

How they deal with their omega’s nesting

Yandere Todoroki general HC

Pet name HC

Insecure Chubby reader

Strict parent s/o

S/o who’s always wearing a bra/sweatpants HC/omegaverse

Domestic Shoto

Arranged Marriage

Midoriya Izuku

Reuniting with a childhood friend HC

Tokoyami Fumukagi

Alpha Tokoyami HC

Yandere Tokoyami

Tokoyami x Mercy Reader HC

Hawks (Keigo Tamaki)

Hawks x quirkless s/o HC

How they deal with their omega’s nesting

Yandere Hawks general HC

Hawks x Reader-Courting Troubles

Dabi

Yandere Dabi general HC

Father Dabi HC

Touya x reader(NSFW)-After seeing his brother’s girlfriend, Touya decides its time he final gets what he wants for once.

Overhaul (Kai Chisaki)

Overhaul x quirkelss s/o HC

Yandere Oni Overhaul pt.1   pt.2

Hitoshi Shinsou

Finding drawings of themselves in their crushes notebook

How they deal with their omega’s nesting

Yandere Shinsou Hitoshi HC

Yandere Dragon Shinsou x bunny reader

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Father Tetsutetsu HC

Mirio Togata

Yandere Mirio general HC

Werewolf Mirio x witch reader

Strict parent s/o

Shy s/o whose love language is physical affection HC

Tamaki Amajiki

Yandere Tamaki general HC

More yandere Tamaki HC

Alpha Tamika-How he treats heats and ruts

Iida Tenya

How they deal with their omega’s nesting

Reuniting with a childhood friend HC

Yandere Iida-Reciprocated Feelings

Iida Tensei

Tensei x Mercy Reader HC

Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura x quirkless s/o HC

Hit By A Quirk That Turns Him Into A Child

Mezou Shoji

Shoji x Mercy Reader HC

Alpha Shoji with Shy Omega: This has some heavier themes of past abuse and other darker topics, so be cautious when reading!

Daycare series-You’re favorite character has been turned into a child, now reader has to deal with all the ups and downs of taking care of them.

Bakugou

Shigaraki

Yandere

General Yandere HC- mostly covers what their like and reaction to running away. Includes Aizawa, All Might, Bakugou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, and Tamaki.

Yandere Mirio/Tamaki drabbles

Yandere werewolf Bakugou- You stepped into his territory and now there’s no escape

Yandere Shinsou Hitoshi HC

Yandere Dragon Shinsou x bunny reader

Yandere Tokoyami

Yandere EraserMic x reader-Purge Collab pt.1  pt.2

Yandere Oni Overhaul   pt.1  pt.2

Yandere All Might Server Collab

Yandere Alpha All Might x Reader

Yandere Iida-Reciprocated Feelings

Omagaverse

How they deal with their omega’s nesting-Includes Bakugou, Hawks, Shinsou, All Might, Todoroki, and Iida.

Alpha class 1A x reader- Basically all the alphas in class 1A are a simp for omega reader and are constantly trying to get their attention focusing heavily on Kirishima,Mina,Bakugou,Todoroki, and a bit of Yaoyorozu Multiple parts with more planned already.  pt.1   pt.2   pt.3   pt.4

Omega All Might x Alpha reader

Alpha Tokoyami HC

S/o always wearing bra/sweatpants(Todoroki/Bakugou) HC

Alpha Tamaki- Ruts/Heats HC

Yandere Alpha All Might x Reader

Alpha Kirishima x reader-Flower Girl: After saving you from a rampaging viallin, you find a certain red haired alpha sniffing around the flower shop you work at

Sometimes, the perfect life just finds you, bruh.

I used to be a pretty normal guy. Wait, scratch that, I was a total fuckin’ nerd. I spent all my time playin’ video games and readin’ fantasy books and shit. I was getting a degree in computer science, so I spent all my time alone, coding shitty apps and nerding out on Reddit.

I had, like, no sex life, lmao. I was a weedy little Indian geek, bro, you know the type, right? I had negative game. Every weekend, I’d spend all night playing WoW or whatever, then go to bed and fantasise about how many bros I’d get once I was, like, CEO of a multibillion dollar startup.

I guess the universe looked at me one day and said, “Why wait, bro?”

I got back to my dorm one night and these, like, gross boxers were sitting right on my floor. I remember I thought they were totally lame, because they had the Sriracha logo all over them. “Who wears those but nasty frat boys?” I thought to myself. Huhuhu, little did the old me know.

Anyway, these boxers were totally messing up the vibes of my dorm. I used to be such a neat freak, bro. A place for everything, and everything in its place. A smelly, used pair of boxers made my skin crawl. So, obvi, I went to pick them up with two of my slim little fingers and toss them in the trash. I figured it was some kind of gross prank on me.

Once I’d picked ‘em up, I could see exactly how dirty those boxers were. The legs were stiff with layers of musky sweat, the smell wafting off them strong enough to make my eyes water. There were a couple of grease stains on them, like some dude had eaten dinner in just his undies. The crotch was crusty, too. Someone, maybe multiple someones, had cum in these boxers.

I remember wondering why the thought got me hard.

Rather than taking the Sriracha boxers to the trash like I’d planned, I found myself giving them a second sniff, and then a third. Goddamn, they were fuckin’ gross, bro. I thought it was just my disgust making me smell them over and over again. Like I was trying to figure out exactly what had gotten on them.

Before long, I was palming my lil cock through my slacks, holding the boxers close to my face with my other hand. It was, like, a total head rush every time I took another sniff. Like I could feel my brain blanking out as I took more and more of the musky stench into me. Not that I knew that was what was actually happening, huhuhu.

When I stripped off my pants and undies to jerk off better, I suddenly had an awesome idea. I could, like, wear the Sriracha boxers and jerk off in them. My brain was already at least halfway transformed by then, lol. I was definitely no nerd at that point. The idea of wearing another guy’s musky boxers got me so fuckin’ turned on.

I pulled the boxers up my skinny brown legs. They hung on my hip bones, barely able to stay on. I laid down on my bed and felt my rock hard cock through the crusty fabric. It was like I could feel the cum and sweat of everyone who’d ever worn that underwear seeping into my skin as I massaged drops of precum out of my balls.

As I writhed on my sheets, lost in pleasure, my skinny Indian body started to change. It started with my feet, which cracked and stretched as they grew big and thick. They started to sweat, a funky foot musk joining the renewed stench of the Sriracha boxers, which were getting super wet with my precum. It was like the brown leached out of my skin with my musky foot sweat, too, as my big feet got all pale.

The change continued up my bare calves, which got super hairy as the muscles flexed and swelled. My legs lengthened as huge quads and hammies swelled up under my whitening skin. God, said my musk-addled mind, I love leg day. I started to flex and wiggle my bulky thighs, feeling the muscles stimulate my growing prostate.

I let out a high pitched little bitchboy moan as my ass inflated with juicy muscle and fat, but I knew that my voice wouldn’t sound like that for much longer. I’d totally embraced the transformation as my cock and balls filled out the pouch of the boxers. They were no longer, like, loose and shit. My fat ass and big bro cock were stretching the sweaty fabric to its limits, bro!

My chest followed, going from slim to bulky so fast that all the buttons on my nerd shirt hit the ceiling. Sweat instantly started to roll off my furry new pecs, and I ran my soft little hand up and down my thick, firm belly and flexed the solid abs I knew were underneath the fat. More than the boxers and the smell, my body was starting to turn me on, bruh. I was becoming, like, a total frat god.

The curly brown hair that grew in my armpits smelled sooooo good as sweat started to drip off it. I totally buried my little nerd face in my own pits and licked up my sweat as I watched my arms bulk up and get all pale and hairy. It was so hot flexing my bicep and watching it bulk up before my eyes, dude! I felt my hand grow as I tugged my big jock cock in the Sriracha boxers, thickening up and getting some hard-earned weightlifting calluses.

The last thing to change was my head. My moans got deeper, slower, and totally dumb-sounding as my neck thickened. A thick brown beard grew on my cheeks, framing my cheesy dumb smile perfectly. My nose cracked and grew into a big ol’ sniffer, even more sensitive than my old nose so I can really take in my bros’ musk.

My old black buzzcut grew out into a curly brown mane, totally greasy from all the sweat I soak it with when I work out, huhuhu. As my forehead got all pale and my eyes turned blue, I felt my cock go over the edge, and I came right into the Sriracha boxers. Pump after pump of musky frat bro cream, taking my old self with it to impregnate the boxers with even more fratty juice. As the room filled with the smell of my thick load, I totally passed out.

The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a big bed with musky, sweat-stained sheets, a bunch of stale, unwashed gym gear all over the floor. I was still wearing the Sriracha boxers, my cum caked into the stain along with all the other bros’, along with a cap that I turned backwards as I sat up. I pulled on a tank without too many sweat stains on it and went to explore.

Turned out I lived at the Mu Upsilon Sigma frat house now. The whole place smelled like a sweaty armpit, and it was full of musky bros who were more than happy for me to get all up in their smelly pits and cracks.

I wore the Sriracha boxers for a couple days. Honestly, I dunno how long, I usually only change my boxers like once a month, huhuhu. I worked out, jerked off, got drunk, got fucked, and jerked off some more, all while wearing those boxers. Then I left ‘em in some nerd’s dorm as a prank, huhu.

It was so hot to watch the lil Japanese guy get as zonked out on the musky boxers like I had, bro. We hid in his closet and watched while he jerked off and turned into another musky white frat boy like us, then carried him to the MYS house once he passed out.

It’s been a couple weeks since then, and MYS membership has only grown, bruh! Each bro wears the Sriracha boxers for a few days, adds his personal touch to the, like, seasoning, and then we pass ‘em on to another nerd and induct him into frat life! Maybe some night soon, you’ll see these bad boys in your dorm, huhuhu. Life's perfect in the frat, bro!

Growth Spurt

My name’s Benjamin, I was a nerd at my high school.

But there was a catch.

I had the brains of a genius and the body of a slutty bottom.

What can I say, I was blessed!

Although when it came to who I got to use my body with, I was definitely lacking. Even though every single person in the school knew about my bubble butt, I only wanted one person to use it.

His name was Ian and he was about as straight as they come. He wrestled and I know what your thinking, “Aren’t all wrestlers gay?”

No.

Ian got more pussy than Thor would in a brothel.

It was almost to the point where there weren’t enough girls in the city. He had fucked them all.

But nonetheless, I still wanted him just as bad. I had heard stories of how... endowed he was. His package was almost legendary. I had heard numbers from 9 inches through to 14. Not to mention how much you could see when he was wearing clothes... or his singlet. His pecs were enormous, his arms never let his sleeves be loose, his quads shook back and forth when he sat down, and his nipples were always perky, I’m sure from being pinched and pulled at while wrestling. When he walked, his small, tight ass waved behind him with a swagger that was common among straight men. And although he had an immense package, he wore a jockstrap all the time so that he could keep the world guessing about his real size.

Oh and one last thing, he was stupid. Like, dropped out of pre-algebra stupid. Stupid with two O’s: S t o o p i d. He had a low guffaw for a laugh, and constantly partied, when he wasn’t training or actually wrestling.

And this is where I come in.

You see, he needed me.

He knew that if he didn’t at least pass the majority of his classes, he would have to retake his senior year. Which he really didn’t want. And so he came to me, knowing that I was the smartest kid in the grade and probably the best peer tutor in the school as well, asking for help.

“Hey so I heard you’re good at like, school and uhhh... helping people with it.” Ian almost looked nervous.

“Yeah I’m not the best at it but I’m sure I can help.” I said, sarcastically.

“Well uh, I’m kinda failing math and science and if you’re down I’d be glad.” He beamed, obviously expecting me to say yes.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Ian, I’ll help you with your grades, if you help me learn to wrestle.”

Ian bellowed. His laughing was enough to knock me over.

“You? Wrestle? That’s funny dude!” Ian was enjoying this but I acted unamused.

Of course this was my plan all along, but I had to sell it. He may be stupid but he would know if I was up to something.

“Ian I’m serious, I really want to learn! I have been small for a while and I want to put on a few pounds of muscle.” Ian stopped laughing and shrugged.

“Alright bud, it’s a small price to pay for my grades though.” He said as he waltzed away.

Little did he know...

—

A couple days after we talked about helping each other, I ordered some growth formula and sensitivity cream online. I also bought a new singlet and jockstrap for both me and Ian.

As soon as the growth formula and cream arrived I mixed them together and, while wearing gloves, fully saturated the fabric of Ian’s jockstrap pouch and the ass and nipples on my singlet.

My plan was in motion.

—

I wore my new singlet every day for our wrestling practice and immediately saw results.

Not only did my ass get bigger, it was now extremely sensitive. My jock puck was constantly touching the fabric of the singlet, which rode deep up my crack. My new bigger, hot, tight ass, was drawing the attention of everyone. Even Ian would slap it as we walked back to the locker room after practice, making me moan from the increased sensitivity, which in turn made Ian chuckle.

My pecs and nipples also saw improvement, I now had quarter sized nipples that got me hard and moaning from wearing a wool shirt for too long.

One day after school we were in the locker room about to start my training again when I caught Ian eyeing my new, massive ass.

It was the perfect moment.

“Alright so, Ian, as a token of my thanks for the wrestling help, I got you a brand new jockstrap and singlet. I thought you could use one, especially since that old one is looking pretty nasty.” I said, eyeing the sweat stain that ran down his pec cleavage, and the yellow stain around his bulge.

“Aww thanks bud, you didn’t have to.” He said, taking the clothes from me.

“Now try them on, I wanna see if they fit you.” I said, eagerly.

Hesitantly, he stripped. Pulling off his singlet, I stifled my gasp.

Right in front of my eyes was the most beautiful body I had ever seen. I mean, I had seen it all along but now he was only in a jockstrap. And I saw everything, from his perfect, chiseled jawline all the way down to his enormous feet, he spotted the beefiest and yet smoothest muscles I had ever seen. He was model material.

He kicked his singlet off of his feet and stood back up to pull down his old jockstrap.

I watched almost in slow motion as Ian’s cock was slowly revealed to me. Hanging soft and low, the big head of his cut cock came almost halfway down his thigh. His balls were big to match, about the size of ping pong balls hanging halfway down his soft shaft.

As Ian stood up and looked at me, stuck staring at his manhood, he waved his hand in front of my face.

“Hey buddy, you ok there?”

I jolted back to life.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine, quick try on the new one, we have practicing to do.” I said, and Ian obliged, grabbing the new jockstrap and quickly pulling it over his package.

“It fits perfectly dude! And it feels great!” He exclaimed, obviously feeling the effects of my concoction.

“Awesome, now try on the singlet.” I said handing it to him.

He pulled it over his body and it fit too. Perfectly shaping every crevice of his abs and every bulge of his pecs.

—

It had been a few weeks since I gave him his new jock and singlet. And I was definitely seeing results. His bulge was much more prominent and I could now make out where the head of his cock was.

And because of the size of his new cock, girls weren’t able to handle him anymore. He wasn’t getting laid nearly as often if at all and there was one time I could have sworn I heard his balls slosh with cum.

Ian was also very horny... all the time. He adjusted his crotch about 300 times during our practices and study sessions, and for a lot longer too. He would rub his bulge with his palm and groan deeply.

It was so hot to see him pent up. I was so ready to have him pound my ass with his new tool. My super sensitive ass and boy pussy were twitching almost constantly now.

—

Once again in the locker room, I had finished showering and drying off and was putting my clothes back on when Ian asked me a question.

“Hey, uhhh, Benny?”

“Yeah Ian?” I said, turning around to see him staring at my exposed ass cheeks.

“I was wondering, do you know anything about like, puberty?”

“Yeah, I do Ian, why?” I said, a little confused.

“Well I was wondering if you knew when guys get there growth spurts.” He asked, timidly.

“Oh Ian I think you already hit yours, I mean look at your huge, beautiful muscles and look at how tall you are!” I said as i walked up to him and felt up his pecs and biceps. I stared up at him and smiled, astonished at his height, remembering he was 6’4”.

“No I know that, I was uhhh, wondering when guys get their dick growth spurt.”

I was now massaging his arms and shoulders, looking up into his eyes because I was 5’10”. It took all of my energy not to smile deviously.

“Well it’s normal for boys to have their penises grow at any age from 11 to their early 20s.” I said eyeing his bulge through the thin towel he had wrapped around his waist.

“Ohhh, unghhh, ok” Ian moaned from my gentle touching. His cock was now pressing against the towel.

Ian quickly grabbed his cock and readjusted to avoid showing me that he was hard.

“I- I uhhh, I should go. It was a good practice today!”

I watched as he ran, the towel fell from his waist, revealing his gorgeous ass. He tripped and continued running. Stopping only at his locker to grab his clothes and quickly get dressed and leave.

—

It had been a month since we first talked.

My conditioning and strength training had paid off and now I was almost a match for Ian. Not only that but Ian’s grades had risen back up and he now was passing all of his classes.

I had asked Ian if we could train one last time. I told him I wasn’t feeling good about getting out of locks just yet. He agreed to meet me back in the gym later after school.

I walked out of the locker room, into the gym and saw that Ian had already set up the mats and was wearing the singlet and jockstrap I had bought him.

My eyes stopped in their tracks.

His bulge was obscene. I could clearly make out his entire shaft and each of his balls through the fabric. And there was a large wet spot at the tip of his huge cock head, likely precum from his over-sensitive nerves.

I almost came right there on the spot.

“You ready?” Ian asked.

At a loss for words, I nodded.

We quickly got into position, he was on top of me, his legs straddling my ass, and his arms wrapped around my body in a lock.

His dick, now big enough to stretch the jockstrap pouch to its limits, was pressed directly between my ass cheeks. I shivered from the sensation of his cock head against my twitching puck. He shifted his weight to prepare for my struggle, and in doing that pressed his wet cock head harder into my boy pussy.

I moaned.

“Are you okay?” Ian asked, worried about whether he was hurting me.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just feel something in your singlet. Did you leave your phone in there?” I asked, knowing exactly what was in his singlet.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, that’s not my phone Benny. That’s my dick..... it’s been growing like crazy recently. I can’t seem to get it down either.”

“Aww why not?” I asked, trying to prolong the moment.

“Well no girl can take it anymore. I guess I’m just too big.” He said relaxing his muscles, he was sad.

But I saw my opportunity, and I took it.

Quickly, in Ian’s moment of weakness, I moved.

Like a flash I flipped Ian off of my body, and onto his back. His dick stood up like a pole in his singlet, the jockstrap no longer hiding his massive endowment. I quickly straddled his hips and pushed his arms against the floor. My juicy cheeks had swallowed most of what I’m assuming to be a 12 inch boner and two tennis ball sized testicles.

Ian’s eyes were wide.

“Did I do it right?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent and oblivious as possible.

I clenched my ass just enough to squeeze his package, making him tense up and grunt.

“Unghh.... yep... yep, that’s uhhhh.... that’s perrrr...FUCK... perfect, Ben...” He was delirious. It was working.

I looked at Ian in the eyes. His brain looked completely fried. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head and he was drooling.

“Hey Ben, uhhhh fuck... your ass..... it’s kinda gripping my cock. And well... I’m....shittttttt... I’m straight but this, this feels really good..... gahhhhhhh.” He was moaning, grunting and jumping against my ass cheeks through his singlet and jockstrap.

“Well Ian, you know, I bet you I can take it.”

.....

“What?” Ian could barely form words.

“I bet you my ass would be able to take your giant dick. You wanna fuck me?”

“Benny boy, we’re wearing clothes... I sooooooo would but.... ughhhh... I don’t know bud.” As my cheeks ram up and down his shaft, I felt his pre trickle out of the tip and coat my ass crack with it. It felt amazing, but I had to keep my focus.

“Ian... we’re really sweaty, let’s go shower.” I said, knowing he couldn’t think hard enough to say no.

.....

“Oh yeah, we should shower.”

I slowly slid off his cock, teasing him to push his hips up and continue the slow fucking of my ass cheeks. But I pulled away, and his trance lifted.

“Hey, bud where are you going? We... we were... having a good time. Where are you going?” He asked, frowning.

“The showers, silly.”

He jumped up and followed me, stripping off as we went. All 12 inches of his dick was swinging in front of him, huge globs of pre pouring out of the tip from a gaping wide slit that now constantly oozed the slippery, clear substance.

I walked in front of Ian, arching my back and showing him what he was going to have. He bit his lip and wrapped his hand around half of his shaft, not able to grab all of its massive width.

I stopped suddenly, pushing the soap off one of the sills where it sat.

“Oh no, I dropped the soap. You know it’s so slippery and wet. Let me just pick it-...”

Ian grabbed a handful of my left ass cheek with one hand and with his other, he positioned his fat cock on my super sensitive, twitching jock pussy.

His precum flowed out of his slit and coated my ass more and more. He slid his dick back and forth along my crack, moaning.

“You know Benny.... I have... jesus... I have never fucked a guy before.... I don’t know what to-“

I shoved my hips back right when his head was touching my puck.

“FUCK” Ian shouted, the sound shaking the metal walls of the nearby lockers.

“SHITTTTTT” I screamed.

The sensation was mind blowing, Ian somehow fit his entire horse-cock sized dick down my little jock hole. At the time I didn’t know how, but now I think the growth formula also grew my hole, and made it able to take much wider and deeper things.

Ian’s balls slapped against my lower thighs. My knees buckled and I knelt on all fours in front of Ian, his cock slipping out of my hole.

He repositioned and thrust, once again, deep into my hole. Filling me with his meat, he looked down and saw my ass swallowing all of his foot-long cock.

“That is so fucking hot Benny, no girl has ever taken it all, not even before my growth spurt. I’m so turned on holy shit.”

He continued to watch as my cheeks bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts. His eyes started to lose focus, his mind was getting cloudy. And then, balls deep in a boy pussy, he came.

“GAHHHHH FUCK.... FUCK..... SHITTTT” We both came at the same time, but my small load was nothing compared to Ian’s massive balls emptying into my ass.

Ian must have pumped a gallon of jock seed into me, at least! I felt heavy and sated. My stomach was bulging.

Coming down from his high, Ian asked me one last question.

“Hey Benny boy, how did you fit all that cock in your man cunt?” He asked watching as his entire shaft slowly left my whole.

“I think I had my growth spurt.”

(Check out the full, NSFW version of this story HERE!)

“You don’t think anyone will see us?” whispered Evan as he started to unbutton his pants.

Andy was already starting to pull his sweat-stained shirt up over his head. “Nah,” he said, “I’ve done this dozens of times. This is the perfect spot.”

It had been almost two months now, but Andy was still trying to figure this guy out. Evan was unbelievably attractive, with muscles upon muscles, blanketed with dusty blonde hair. The best part was his dick. Uncut and 8’’ when erect, Even was nonetheless hesitant about having Andy touch it. It took dragging him all the way out into the park for a simple blowjob. Topping was out of the question.

“Are you ready?” Evan asked timidly as he put his thumbs into his underwear, preparing to slide them off.

Andy dropped to his knees. “I don’t know… are you ready?” It was meant to be more as a joke, but Evan’s face grew heavy with worry. “Listen,” Andy put a comforting hand on his thigh, with was hot as a stove, “I’ll be really sensitive, I promise.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” said Evan, “it’s you.”

Andy let out a belly laugh. “Trust me man, I’ve taken a 10’’ before. I think I’ll be okay.” And before Evan could say anymore, his briefs were down to his knees as his cock was brushing up against Andy’s scruff.

“Daaaaamn,” Andy said in a fit of ecstasy, “I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.” And with that, he wrapped his mouth around Evan’s penis.

Evan threw his head back. It had been so long since a guy had sucked his dick. So long since he felt that wet, warm sensation, the feeling of a mans tongue caressing the head of his cock. He knew everything should be okay, so long as he didn’t cum…

But Andy was an expert at this. He moved his lips up and down Evan’s shaft with such fervency, that it was barely a minute before he started to feel the tension around the base. Before he felt his balls curl up in his fingers, ready to empty their load.

“Ohhhh…. oh god…. of fuck! I’m… no! NO!” But Andy could already feel his boyfriends cum rocketing into his mouth. That warm man juice filling his insides.

But he started to feel something else. A sensitive tingling that overtook his entire body. Like his entire body was as sensitive as his cock. Andy looked down to see his arms starting to recede into his torso, his legs following suit.

He screamed, but his mouth was suck around the dick, which was still pumping cum like a firehose. He tried to look up at Evan, but his head was starting to loose it’s ability to turn. He could no longer move his body but to flail it around. Like a dick.

His body left the ground, and as soon as it did, Andy felt everything vanish. He no longer knew what was up, what was down, where his eyes or his body were. All he could feel was the cool afternoon wind pressing up against his side, sending fits of pleasure up his body, which had now stopped shrinking.

“God dammit,” he heard Evan say. He felt himself flung about as the man paced back and fourth in the gravel. “Not again not again not again!”

What again? Andy thought to himself with a mixture of pure terror and pleasurable curiosity. It was as if Evan read his mind, because the next thing he said was:

“When I was in college, some bitch put a curse on me so that whenever I cum into someone, through their mouth or their ass, they’ll turn into my… my…”

He was struggling to get the words out, but Andy already knew the answer. Suddenly it all made sense; his small body, the constant sensitivity. He was no longer Evan’s boyfriend. He was Evan’s cock.

“Just relax okay,” Evan said, “it can be reversed. We just need to make sure you don’t cum again. Can you do that for me Andy?” Evan looked down to his dick, now almost 11’’ and watched it bob up and down, “nodding” yes.

This is unbelievable, Andy thought. He tried to scream at Evan, to berate him for not telling him earlier about the curse. But as he did, he could feel his mind start to slip. What was I mad about? Why am I here? Hmmm, that feels good…

Evan had started to put his shorts back on when he accidentally brushed against Andy’s side. The dick started to rise. Slowly, powerfully. Evan had been warned about what would happen with a new cock once transformed. About the need to get off, the need to make it permeant.

“No,” Evan said to himself. He needed to resist. He needed to be strong. For Andy.

But Andy was incessant. He wagged up and down like a hungry puppy, cum leaking from his lips as he started to beg for Evan to hold him, to jack him off.

“Well,” Evan said, “I guess a couple strokes couldn’t hurt.” But a couple strokes was all it took before Evan was full on beating Andy off. He felt euphoric as his massive, foot long cock sent him into an almost seizure-like state of perpetual orgasm. Andy, on the other hand, continued to loose his grip on anything but the big, muscle hand wrapped around his throbbing body. It was where he was always meant to be, dangling between some hot guy’s legs, throbbing and spewing out cum.

He felt a final burst of warm as Evan tossed his head back. “AGGGGHHHH.” Cum rocketed out of Andy’s mouth, streams and streams of cum, soaking Evan’s naked body and the ground around him. Along with the cum went all of Andy’s memories, his thoughts about being a human. From now on, he was a cock, a proud, ass-hungry cock, who wanted nothing more than to serve his master.

By: dumberswitch

The two boyfriends stopped by the gym on a rare visit for some light cardio, just to keep the pounds off. After a short while they were ready to call it quits, and thought it might be fun and a bit naughty to take a shower together. 

They didn’t know that the shower had been upgraded into a transformation chamber, but they found out soon enough: as they playfully soaped each other up they were amazed, and increasingly aroused, to feel not just their cocks but their bodies hardening and swelling under each other’s grasp, rippling and bulging with new muscles as they grew stronger and broader and taller, with cocks snaking out to match. 

"You look so hot, babe," Mark told Alex, but when Alex stepped forward to kiss him Mark suddenly pushed him back. "What the fuck, bruh? No homo." That briefly surprised both of them - but then, why should it? They didn’t go in for that queer shit, they both realized, or ‘remembered’ - they had just come in here to jerk off while mirin’ each other’s gains, to let off some steam and some testosterone between lifting sets.

“Sorry, bruh,” Alex muttered, confused by why he had done something so out of character, but both men quickly forgot the incident, and what they had been doing before, and who they had been before, as new memories flowed in. They stood apart and stood with their legs apart as they confidently and leisurely stroked their cocks, minds thickening and slowing to a leisurely dullness as confidence blossomed into arrogance and cockiness. 

Apart from a lingering appreciation of the male form that they assured themselves was entirely aesthetic, not that they knew what that meant anymore - “Sick lats, dude!” “Thanks, bruh, those quads are fire!” they praised back and forth as they looked over each others’ muscles while jerking off - they felt their sexual attractions and fantasies shifting to bouncing tits and dripping pussies, becoming well and truly (more or less) ‘no homo’: “Ain’t gonna have any trouble landing some bitches lookin’ this bitchin’!” “Fuck yeah, bro!”

Against all odds, Troy didn't hate Luka when they were assigned the same college dorm room. They were quite different, really: While Troy was the almost stereotypical nerd, from his glasses down to his checkered shirt, Luka was quite the opposite. He had a fit body and was majoring in history of sports.

Where Troy was the quiet, bookish type, Luka was outgoing and active. Troy read books, tinkered with electronics or programmed an app in his free time, while Luka went out for the gym or played rugby on the field. And, of course, even though Luka wasn't stereotypically jock-dumb, Troy was much more intelligent than him.

All those differences had a lot of potential for a relationship of hatred from day one, but, surprisingly, the two of them got along fine. They had separate bedrooms and respected each other’s boundaries so much that they barely talked to each other for the first few weeks. For Troy, it was almost as if he had the dorm for himself. Luka cleaned up after himself and in the few instances when he listened to his bass heavy music too loudly, he immediately turned it down as soon as Troy asked him to, thanking him for the notification even.

So, at first Troy and Luka had a distant but respectful relationship that even made Troy question his prejudices regarding the stereotypical dumb jock.

It was only half a year after moving in together that Troy and Luka discovered one thing they had in common: Bad luck in dating.

Troy was, of course, way too introvert and shy to meet a girl. It was a frustrating experience for him. Every time he matched someone on one of the various dating apps he used, he pondered for hours on how to start a conversation with the girl who was surely way out of his league. More often than not he decided not to text her at all and just deleted the contact frustratedly. At other times, he started a conversation but quickly found himself getting bored from the meaningless small talk. It was as if every girl he met virtually was way too shallow and way below his intellect: He couldn't find a common ground to talk about that didn't seem pointless to him.

Luka on the other hand had a quite different problem. Luka was gay, a fact that took Troy a few weeks to notice. He actually had guys over quite often and was, judging from the noises, sexually active with them as well. Here, too, Luka was very considerate not to disturb Troy too much, so Troy didn't mind at all. However, in time, Troy noticed that the guys visiting Luka were rarely the same twice in a row.

Troy suspected that Luka was enjoying his single life and thought nothing of it, but after a while even the socially awkward Troy picked up on the bad mood that seemed to befall his roommate every time one of his partners left. So, just as Luka said goodbye to a muscular Black man one evening, Troy actually asked him:

"Is everything alright, Luka?"

Luka closed the door behind his date and looked at his roommate. "Sure. Why wouldn't it be?"

Troy fiddled a bit with his glasses. He was not very good at talking to other people, especially not when it came to delicate matters.

"I just noticed that you do seem to be... going through boyfriends rather quickly."

"Boyfriends? Oh, none of them was my boyfriend."

Troy didn't know what to answer to that. He had thought the men coming and going were Luka's dates, but apparently not.

Luka sighed and sat down on the couch.

"I didn't get to the 'boyfriends' stage with any of them, you know?" Luka sounded genuinely disappointed or sad.

Troy looked for a way to escape the awkward situation, and probably Luka wouldn't even have minded being left alone. But since he brought up the topic, Troy felt compelled to offer some comfort.

So, he, too sat down on the couch and hesitated a bit before asking: "You didn't? I thought that you, you know, slept with some of them."

"Yeah, I did. With all of them, actually." Luka confirmed. He didn't sound too happy or proud though as he continued: "Getting into a guy's pants isn't very difficult. Getting into their hearts however..." his voice trailed off.

"What's the problem?" Troy asked, genuinely interested. He didn't know the differences between gay and straight people were so significant. Casual sex with a woman seemed impossible to achieve, at least to Troy. Yet Luka described it as if that was easy for gay guys.

Luka sighed. "Good question. Apparently, I'm no boyfriend material. Or the number of guys looking for something serious are rarer than I thought. Whatever the reason, I haven't had a relationship in almost three years now. It's kind of frustrating."

Troy nodded. "Yes, I know the feeling. Dating isn't easy for me either. I guess I'm just too shy. Fact is: I've never had a girlfriend."

"No way! Really?" Now Luka was the one to be surprised. "But you are a nice guy. I bet the girls are lining up for you."

"Not that I noticed, they aren't."

There was a moment of silence between the two roommates before Troy laughed. "Seems like we are not that different after all."

After that, it was like the ice between the two of them was broken. Even though they were very different, Troy and Luka got along even better and talked more. For some reason, Troy even found Luka's situation worse than his own. Sure, Troy couldn't talk to girls, let alone date any, but Luka had his heart broken again and again.

So, Troy tried to help out Luka as best as he could. They even went to a gay club together, with Troy as Luka's wingman, but that plan didn't turn out very well. Even though Troy had a drink or two, he just couldn't muster up the courage to talk to the guys and Luka did the same thing. Eventually, both were just sitting together and observed the club and the people inside and everyone just assumed they were together.

Once they got back to their dorm room, neither of them was very happy.

"Sorry, that was probably a bad idea." Troy apologized. "I really thought you would meet someone interesting today."

"Don't worry about it. It was a good idea" Luka smiled. "I still had some fun today."

"No, it's really unfair!" Troy claimed. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking but he was really unhappy with how Luka was being treated "You're such a great catch, and I just wish you would finally find a boyfriend! If you ask me, you're totally boyfriend material! If I was gay, I'd date you in an instant!"

Luka had to laugh. "That's sweet, but don't be silly. If you were gay, I'm sure you would have a partner. And even if you wouldn't, you're a great guy, but I'm not sure you were my type."

"What's your type then?" Troy asked curiously. They had actually never spoken about that before.

"Well, perhaps it's part of why it's so difficult for me to find a man. I've got these very specific wishes about a guy I would like to date..." Luka began.

"Come on, tell me more." Troy pressed. "If I'm going to be a great wingman, I need to know."

Luka hesitated, but eventually, he began: "It's hard to explain, you know. But for me, there's nothing sexier than a man who is strong, muscular, confident and, well, a bit on the easy side."

"Easy as in stupid or easy as in easy to have?" Troy asked.

"Both, actually. I would love a boyfriend who is a lot dumber than I am - and pretty slutty, too. A real himbo if you catch my drift."

"Haha, yes, you're right. That's exactly me." Troy said. Actually, he wanted to say "That's *not* exactly me", but for some reason, it came out wrong entirely.

Before he could correct himself, though, he felt a strange tingling sensation all over his body. What the hell?

"I'm telling you, that's what I like." Luka explained further, completely oblivious to what was happening to Troy.

"Oh, really? That's good, I guess." Troy's voice sounded different, and it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate. His body was changing, and so was his brain, but he couldn't understand what was going on.

"You know, you really helped me out a lot the last few months." Luka said. "I feel much better and happier after talking to you and..."

Luka's voice faded away as he looked at Troy. The man's face was changing, and he grew larger.

"Are... are you okay?"

Troy opened his eyes. "I don't know. I feel weird. Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

Luka took a step back. His roommate was growing, his arms and legs were getting thicker and bigger, and his chest was expanding. He was already filling out his clothes and the fabric was ripping. His shoulders became broader and the arms wider, and soon, Troy's glasses fell down as his face widened and his jaw became more prominent.

All the while his mind became foggier, and his knowledge and smarts quickly drained away. Why was he wearing a shirt that was clearly too small for him? Why was he wearing a shirt at all? Shirts were for wimps, and Troy was a man's man!

So, Troy wiggled out of his shirt before it became to constricting. Exposing his upper body was way better anyway - that way everyone could have a good look at his guns and his sculpted shaved chest.

While the now half naked man kept on transforming, his roommate was almost paralyzed.

"What... what is happening here?" Luka asked.

Troy laughed, his voice sounding deeper and rumbling. "I don't know, but this feels amazing. And it looks like you are enjoying the show, too!"

Luka looked down and noticed he was sporting a massive erection. He was completely transfixed by the display of masculinity his roommate was performing for him.

He didn't notice the pants Troy was wearing were ripped at the seams and quickly fell apart as his thighs were becoming bigger and bigger. However, when he looked back up again, he was looking eye level at a filled to the brim blue underwear. The dick hidden behind it must have been massive - and it was not even hard!

Luka gulped as he saw that the last part was slowly changing, and the strained blue fabric tented visibly, with a wet patch forming on it. He could only barely bring himself to stop staring at the hypnotizing bulge and up the masculine body of his roommate up to his face.

There was really nothing left of the old Troy. Here stood a confident and strong men - with a dumb smile on his face and eyes that didn't show too many signs of intelligence. A total himbo.

Troy grabbed his underwear and ripped it apart with a swift move. The now exposed and hardening cock was obscene, and Luka gasped when he saw it. He couldn't believe how big and thick the member was, and his own penis was throbbing in his pants.

"Here is what we're going to do, stud." Troy said seductively. "We're gonna fuck. All through the night. And then, I'm taking you out for breakfast, 'cause we're dating."

Day 7: all one dynamic one anothe

reveryone here are alphas except for Dick who is Omega <3

Danny Phantom has a Passive Danger Potential of 17 on a scale of 1-10. 

He no longer plays by the rules of mere mortals. 

Deadpool introduces Danny Phantom to the 4th wall.

3am lemon run 🍋 (as one does) in socks n’ knock off slides with your informally adopted son/human nightlight.

[Image ID: a short digital comic featuring Deadpool from Marvel comics and Danny from the cartoon Danny Phantom. The scene is set at night, Danny’s eyes are glowing brightly.

Panel 1: Deadpool is holding a large basket filled with lemons and Danny similarly has his arms full of lemons. Deadpool looks down at Danny and says, “Hey Danny, you’re an interdimensional being that can perceive things beyond this plane of existence, right?”.

Panel 2: A closeup of Danny’s face; he looks away thoughtfully. Danny: “Uhhhhh-” Danny’s thoughts: “Monster from another dimension? Souls dead? What are ghosts?”

Panel 3: Another closeup; Danny looks back to Deadpool. Danny’s thoughts: “Sure. Close enough.” Danny: “Yeah, I guess. Why?”

Last Panels: Deadpool, in meta text: “Sweet. We’re taking a shortcut.”. He grabs onto the top edge of the comic panel with one hand and swings his left leg out of the bottom of the panel. Several of his lemons spill out of the basket into the comic below. At this point it’s revealed that he’s only wearing the top half of his proper costume; instead he’s wearing a pair of blue pajama shorts and socks with sandals. In the background, Danny looks shocked and concerned.

Danny’s thoughts: “Is this legal?”

The outer borders between the panels have faded into white, leaving most of the canvas empty. Danny is sitting perched on the edge of the last remaining comic panel, watching Deadpool’s lemons spill out of the previous panel. He says, “Yo, what the fuck.” Deadpool is standing next to him, out of the bounds of the panels. The spilled lemons are resting on the blank space next to his feet. He replies: “I know right?”. End ID.]

Club Vidal had quickly become one of the most popular gay clubs on the map. The club was located in a very upscale part of town, but it attracted both locals and tourists with its unique atmosphere. It had been open for only three weeks when Tylin first visited, and the place was already packed at midnight. He could not imagine how crowded it would be during their visit.

The club's interior was decorated in contemporary style, with all kinds of modern art and strange furniture pieces. There were no curtains or window frames to divide the bar from the dance floor. He pushed his way through the crowd of hunky dancing men until he found a small booth near the dance floor. He ordered two gin and tonics and waited while they were prepared.

Tylin had heard stories about this bar and very much hoped for them to be true. It was rumored that the owner, a wealthy businessman who did not want his name made public, donated thousands of dollars to make there club filled with the most physically appealing gay men imaginable. Furthermore it was rumored that if you came and you didn't fit the body standard they wanted you to be, that they'd transform you into one of the sex crazed hunks.

It seemed like an unlikely story, but Tylin was willing to believe anything if it meant that he might get lucky tonight. Of course he was also hoping that he wouldn't have to pay for any of it. Tylin had never really thought of himself as a man who was particularly good looking. But since his time at the University of Chicago he had been able to grow a full beard and he felt like he looked rather distinguished.

He took the drinks and headed towards the casino section of the bar and just like on the dance floor, the men who were gambling were very attractive. Tylin made his way passed a couple of slot machines and noticed a stud who was transfixed on his game. It almost looked as if he'd been there for hours and hadn't taken a break, it was clear though that from the intent look on his face that he was winning big.

Tylin decided to take a chance and approached him. "Excuse me sir," Tylin said politely. The man looked up at him with a surprised expression and then turned back to his game without saying a word as he pawed at his cock.

"Hey buddy," the man finally spoke up after a few seconds. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you come over."

Tylin smiled and extended his hand, which the man shook. "My name is Tylin."

The man laughed nervously. "Well, my name is Jon. Pleased to meet you Tylin." He paused for a moment then asked, "You're here for the same reason I am right?"

Tylin nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Are the rumors about this place true?"

He smiled as he put more cash into the slot machine. "Oh yes! They are 100% true!"

He hit some buttons and Tylin watched as 3 peaches 🍑🍑🍑 popped up on Jon's screen. Not long after Jon let out a low moans as his ass began to swell in his chair and grow into two perfect globes. It looked like he had quite the bubbly cushion to sit and Tylin couldn't help but watch in awe. Jon found himself shaking his head from the sudden rush and looked back to Tylin with hungry eyes "I walked in here a scrawny ass nerd but after spending hours on this machine, you would never be able to tell."

Tylin smiled back and nodded "That's amazing!" He reached out and grabbed Jons bicep and felt his tight muscle under his fingers. He couldn't help staring at his perfect ass either, not believing he'd watched it grow in front of his very eyes. He knew he'd do anything to get a body like this. Anything it would take. "What game do you think I should play to end up a stud like yourself?"

Jon followed Tylin stare looked down at his bulging ass and then back up at the scrawny man. "Well if you want a body like mine I'd recommend you take this machine over. I got the body I want anyhow so I think I might as well hit the dance floor."

He pushed his chair back and stood up. Tylin was still staring at him, unable to hide his excitement as he took a seat in front of the game. "Let's hope we both win big tonight," Tylin said with a smile.

"Oh trust me, I already have and it won't be long before you do too. Maybe come find me on the dance floor once you've finished." jon leaned over and began whispering into Tylin's "I wouldn't mind to see what you've become once this games had it's way with you." And with that he disappeared into the crowd.

Tylin quickly put his money in the machine and started to play. He watched intently at each real as they spun, wondering what his first win would be. His cock throbbed in his shorts wondering what this machine would change about his body first. He played for a while until he finally hit a jackpot. 2 cherries 🍒 and an eggplant 🍆 popped up on the screen and Tylin was thrilled as he watched the machine began to flash and vibrate. He could feel the vibration through his seat and knew it was coming. He opened his legs wide as he felt a tingling sensation begin to coarse through his cock and balls. He gasped and held onto the edge of the machine as he watched his dick create a thick bulge in the front of his jeans as his balls grew into the size of oranges. His pants began to grow tighter around his waist as his cock continued to thicken. Before long the flashing stopped and the vibrations ended and he looked at the screen with lust filled eyes. His cock was now much larger than it should be and completely rigid. He wanted so badly to go and stroke his new dick but as he looked at the screen he knew he couldn't be done yet. Having a nice dick was good and all but he wanted the body to match, so he kept playing.

After a few more spins he hit another jackpot. A set of biceps, legs and a muscular man 💪🏋️🦵popped up on the screen. Tylin gasped as he felt the machine begin to vibrate once again but this time, the tingling sensation formed in his whole body. He began to shake as his scrawny body began to pack on muscle and tone. His biceps swelled and grew to the size of cantaloupes. His legs seemed to spread wider open on there own as they grew thick and muscular. His thighs became more defined as he felt them harden beneath his jeans and stretched the fabric to it's very limit. The muscles in his chest began to twitch as he felt his pecs begin to swell and push against his shirt. His abs began to tighten and form into the perfect six-pack All the while his nipples were getting harder and seemed to stand proud on his chest as they protruded from his body, poking through his now tight shirt.

The game finally stopped flashing and he looked at the screen once again with hunger in his eyes. His body was drenched in sweat as if he'd just worked out and he felt spent but also satisfied. He looked down at his body and couldn't believe how much he'd changed in such a short period of time. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he looked down at his massive arms and legs. He lifted one foot off the ground and flexed his calf muscle. It was hard and strained as he wiggled his toes and gave a little kick of his leg. He had more muscle than he ever dreamed of but he had no plan stopping there.

Tylin put more cash into the machine and began to play again. As he watched the reels spin he wondered what his next prize would be. He was hoping for a coat of body hair that would showcase his new masculine body. Maybe even a nice big ass? The endless options excited him. The machine finally stopped spinning and he looked at the screen, hoping for what he truly desired. He gasped as he saw the reels stop once again revealing a man with a thick beard 🧔 and sweat💦. Tylin smiled as he felt himself get hard. His cock throbbed in anticipation of this change.

He lifted his shirts as the machine began to vibrate once again and watched as small hairs began springing to life on his belly. His cock throbbed as more and more of his body began to sprout hair. He looked down between his legs and noticed pubic hair begin to sprout from his crotch. He groaned as he watched the hair cascade across his mountainous pecs and then travel down his stomach and into his waistband. He gasped as his cock began to grow in his sweats and groped himself slowly through the cotton fabric as he admired his hairy body. Big tufts of sweaty hair quickly grew in his armpits that were forever coated in his manly stench as he felt more travel down his legs and onto his quickly growing feet. Both of his soles began to grow longer and more wide as his toes curled up and grew thick and sticky, followed with there own musk. Tylin moaned as he felt his nuts swell and become heavy as they filled with sperm. He squeezed his cock through his pants as spun the real one last time and hoped for the best.

The game continued going as he groped his throbbing member until it finally landed on a plump ass and a dumb bimbo. He saw what that symbol did to Jons ass and he waited in anticipation for the same to happen to him. The machine flashed and he heard the familiar humming begin to course through his veins. He closed his eyes as he felt a tingle of electricity prickling against his skin as the muscles in his ass began to twitch. His sphincter clenched tightly as he felt something press against it. He groaned as he began to feel the pressure begin to build in his rear as he felt a thick head slide up against his hole. It almost felt like he was getting fucked as he felt both his ass cheeks begin to expand, creating an extra cushion in the chair. He gripped his cheeks in his hands and could feel them grow between his fingers as his hole stretched around the thick knob. Tylin gasped as the head began to pop into his ass and he squeezed his cheeks together as he felt his ass fill. He groaned loudly as he felt his ass stretching as his hole opened up. He grunted and grunted as the thick bulbous head slipped deeper and deeper into his ass. Tylins eyes were glued shut as the game mercilessly fucked him and was giving him his last prize of the night. He finally felt the head bottom out inside his ass and he gasped as he felt the machine begin to vibrate. The vibrations grew stronger and stronger as the shaft began to move in his ass. Tylin groaned loudly as he felt his asshole being pushed apart by the giant dick.

Maybe he was to oblivious to notice or maybe he was just to overcome with pleasure to care but with every thrust of this cock he was losing more and more of his intelligence and all he could and would ever think about again was sex and how he wanted to fuck someone. His mind was consumed by lust and he was completely unable to think clearly. He kept grinding his hips back and forth as the machines cock moved in his ass.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He thought to himself as he found himself getting more and more turned on. His cock was so swollen and hard that it hurt. It was trapped within his pants and he couldn't even remember when the last time he'd cum was. As his balls tensed and his dick twitched in his sweats all he knew was that he needed to cum. He couldn't pull his cock out fast enough as he grabbed it out from his sweats and wrapped both of his meaty hands around his shaft. He began to pump furiously, jacking off as he felt the machine pound away at his ass. His mind went blank and the only things that existed were his raging hard-on and the pounding of his own ass. He pumped faster and harder as he stared up at the ceiling and pictured Jons face as the machine hammered away. He groaned as he came all over his hand. His cum splashed against his chest and dripped onto his chin. He was left breathless as the machines buzzing stopped and the invisible dick that had just been pounding him so relentlessly, disappeared.

Tylin sighed, he was covered in cum, sweat and more sweat as he sat there panting heavily, his mouth open and his eyes closed. He looked down between his legs and saw a thick stream of semen running down his leg. He kept staring at the mess on the floor until he realized that his clothes were now covered in his own cum. He couldn't help but smile at this as he pulled his shirt off and wiped up the mess. He tossed his shirt aside and he felt a tingle between his legs as his cock began to throb once again. He looked down between his legs and watched his cock grow back to its full size. It was dripping precum and his skin was glistening. The game had turned him into the perfect bottom slut and all he needed was to get fucked again.

"I wonder if I'd be able to find Jon?" He asked to no one in particular. He reached down and rubbed his dick through his pants and sighed as he imagined his friend's big cock sliding back into his tight ass. He slowly stood up and took his pants off, leaving them in a pile on the ground next to him, leaving him in nothing more than a skimpy Andrew Christian jock. He could hear the thrum of the music from the dance floor and he smiled to himself as he walked toward it. He caught glimpses of the other guys in their underwear as they danced and grinded and he couldn't help but smile as he looked at all of the hunky men dancing to the beat of the music. Knowing that only hours ago they all would have been a bunch of regulars guys like him turned him on that much more as he pushed through the crowd of people.

He made his way across the dance floor, ignoring the stares that he received from the various Twinks, bears and Jocks and wanted nothing more than to find Jon. He was beginning to wonder if he would ever see him again when he spotted someone near the bar.

"There you are!" Tylin called out excitedly as he approached Jon who looked to have just ordered a drink. He noticed that he stripped from most of his clothes also by now and was only in his shorts.

Tylin took note of the bulge in his shorts as Jon turned towards him and smiled. "Hey man, you look good as fuck. Told you you'd win big."

Tylin smiled back at him and said, "Thanks." He then added, "You did turn out so bad yourself." He couldn't help but take in the sight of Jon's body. He was so ripped and muscular. He looked like he could easily kick anyone's ass.

Jon laughed and replied, "Yeah well, I did tell you the rumors about this place we're true man. Let me get you a drink."

Tylin nodded his head in agreement as he glanced down at Jon's crotch and quickly found other things coming to his mind as he felt a familiar itch in his ass. "Maybe we could do something else actually."

Jon raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Like what?"

Tylin moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "You know what I mean." He then turned around and grabbed Jon around the waist. He pulled him close and they began to grind against each other.

"God damn, your ass turned out better than mine." Jon complimented as he felt him brush his thick butt against his cock.

"Well maybe we can find somewhere a little more private and you can put this new cock of yours to good use." Tylin smirked as he grabbed Jons dick through his shorts.

Jon smiled and said, "Sounds like a plan."

Simon’s life indeed turned around the moment his power activated after one hell of a bender to celebrate his 21st birthday. He’s not necessarily the most sociable person, but he sure love to drink, which explained his quite visible beer belly despite not even graduating college yet. And when he’s drunk, that’s when he let his guard down and become more easier to interact with. Having conversation with strangers in bars has been his coping mechanism after spending most of his time keeping things to himself and being so lonely, but of course he has no idea that one of the strangers he talked to actually granted him a wish he said in his drunken stupor

“I don’t know man…..I wish whatever I said about myself or other people turned out to be true. I’m so tired affirming all this positive thing or quality into myself or putting believe in other people, but somehow it just didn’t come to fruition. Like “Oh I know you can make it,” I said to my friend before he competed, only for him to failed in like the earlier round. Or….,“Yes, I will start to get fit next year,” but then I broke my ankle. Fuck man, stop messing with me,“

So in the following morning, as he woke up due to the blaring alarm but too lazy to move, he grunted

“Just fucking go off will ya?”

And the alarm instantly went off, but he’s not too sober to be aware that the alarm stopped on its own rather than his hand turned it off.

“Well, isn’t that better?” He smiled as he closed his eyes back, trying to drift back to sleep. But then, the feeling inside his stomach started to build up and Simon instantly leaped out from his bed to go to the bathroom. He vomited a lot, and after flushing the whole thing, he looked at himself in the mirror

“Well, 21 huh? And still not a goddamn change,” he grabbed his face and then murmured “like shit, I look like a mess. When was the last time I went for a haircut? For God sake I wish my hair just be neat on its own,”

And much to his surprise, his messy mop of hair get cropped in instant to reveal a much neater hair. His eyes went wide

“Wait a damn minute…..oh….shit…..is th—-okay, uhhh……umhhh….maybe….uhhhh….I wish I am handsome????”

And then much to his delight, his face started to change right in front of his eyes. He could feel it from his hand that touched his face, his jawline got more defined, a more pronounced thick eyebrow that fits his much more intimidating eyes, his nose that narrowed down a little and got more definition, his teeth that became one set of perfectly lined white teeth with barely no stain, as if its cosmetically enhanced. He could still recognize himself, but the reflection certainlt showed a much more handsome version of himself. A version of him that kept his appearance.

“So…..should I say I wish first….or…hmmm….okay, let’s try without that…..like maybe…..Oh damn I have one heck of a deep voice,”

He feels this slight discomfort in his throat and then he speaks again

“Oh damn I *his eyes went wide with excitement* HAVE ONE HECK OF A DEEP VOICE,” he said in his deeper and definitely more fitting voice to his new look

15 minutes later, a much improved version of Simon appeared in the mirror, and he cannot help but smiled confidently

That day, he didn’t attend his class. Instead, he tried to understand his body and all of the changes that happened a bit more. So he stayed in his dorm and started to reflect on the whirlwind of changes that hit him. First, his mind. It all seemed normal, like, everything felt original. But the scrawny image of himself excelling his Math classes or led his high school debate team to countless victory altered to the younger version of this particular hottie. It’s like, everything remained the same only this time he was hot. Like…..he was bullied still in high school but he was even hotter than the jocks that bullied him.

“Well….that wouldn’t make any sense huh? Funny looking memory when I was literally the coolest kid in high school and everyone adored me,”

And soon those flashes of memories changed to fit his narrative. Without he realized, his posture improved and he got this budding confidence within him.

“And well, it just didn’t make any sense if the prom king got bullied, right? As I said, everyone. adores. me, including my boyfriend back then, Jackson,”

Memories of them having sex in Jackson’s bedroom, his bedroom, in the locker room, and all other places rushed like a floodgate and blood definitely rushed to fill his dick at the same time. That’s when Simon made eye contact with his new dick

“Well it can definitely get bigger. Say…..8 inches soft,”

The wish instantly manifested in reality as his stiff 6 inches flopped down as it no longer erect yet it grows longer and longer. Simon made various expression during the slow yet steady growth of his member as euphoric sensation felt all over his body.

Eventually, his penis settled in at 10.5 inches, hard and already leaking drops, which caused him to lick his lips. He scooped the clear sticky liquid with his fingers and give it a taste

“Yum, like a cotton candy and vanilla,” and in instance, the semen aftertaste left hint of vanilla and cotton candy rather than it’s usual slight sweet and tang he familiar with

“No wonder Jackson always asked for me to throatfucked him, I tasted amazing. And yet, such good fucks he gave me, too bad he bored me. After all, long distance hardly work,” he said with a sneer, feeling so great being the author of his own life and making it as best as he could be

He jacked himself more furiously as there’s this whole episode of him making out during the summer after graduation with the fit track king, followed by a break due to the semester in uni kicked in while both boys studied in different state, and then this intense December-January sexcapade during the cold winter times in their hometown. But then, the following summer break, the two of them were over as Simon got bored with only sexting and Jackson couldn’t make his time to visit Simon. That flashes of image of him sending message to Jackson that everything is over eventually caused him to erupt, the idea of dumping the track star really made him feel powerful

He improved more and more thing in his life as the time went by. As he graduated, he wished for a job. He wished for his tasks to be finished right away when he felt like too lazy to worked on it and it would always please his boss, per his wishes. He wished to get a promotion just in his first year. He wished that everyone in his office admired him. Life literally became a cakewalk for Simon. But, he’s not free of guilt either. For example, the Jackson wish turned out to create some ripple to the future timeline memories like this episode of him dumping Jackson, putting Jackson into a self-destructive spiral that ended his collegiate career as track athlete. All because his improperly worded wish with the “then boyfriend,” phrase. Seeing that effect from his wish, he put a halt on making more changes to the past and keep it to the current timeline.

But when everything has been so easy, you expect no hardship at all so it caused Simon to be too dependent on the wishes even to solve the most mundane issue. For example, he was so pissed that one day after his work that his toilet in the apartment clogged, Simon wished for “a bathroom in par with 5 stars hotel that never has any problem,” and in instance, his bathroom decorations altered to fit what would be seen in Hilton or Ritz, as if his bathroom previously wasn’t already decent enough, and everything seemed so pristine and well-taken care

And from that bathroom wish, the scale only got bigger from then on. Better apartment, which turned into a loft near the financial district in New York. Better ride, which caused a sport car appeared to be under his possession.

A summer home, which spilled over to owning his own boat. He’s tempted to ask for a party cruise, but he stopped himself as he realized the amount of wishes he made for the past few months and not like he felt the need to have a cruise on his own……yet

Simon couldn’t lie that he enjoyed his reformed lifestyle. Everything he says, goes, and nothing surprises him anymore, except that he felt lonely and actually wanted another people to share this glorious blessing with, which led him to his most selfish wishes to date

Simon’s never wished to have his roommate gone, but when he wished for a better living arrangement, the wish-granter, whoever it was, somehow interpreted it as in living all by himself in an apartment of his own and not in some flat with 2 roommates. And ever since then, he didn’t even bother to check on them because they seemingly faded away from this new reality he built. But one particular day, he paid his old flat a visit as the address still exist and when his roommate opened the door, surprised to see a very hot stranger standing in front of his door, Simon said,

“You will let me in and you will sit on the couch and listen to me obediently,”

Not even 5 minutes later and his roommate Alfred already turned into Fred, another equally hot stud and Simon’s obedient boyfriend

Mid-kissing, the other roommate walked in but Simon instantly fired his wish, turning Bernie into Manny, the couple’s older personal trainer and occasional threesome pairings. 

Life became so fruitful and much more fun when he got companion by his side, and they even gave him an interesting idea

“Why don’t we make people’s wish came true? You can wish for them, right? We just need to make them oblivious to the change afterwards, how’s that sound? Making more and more beautiful people sounds fun, don’t you think?

“That’s actually a good idea,”

But well…..Simon should be more careful about granting’s people wish. His downfall started when he spent his days with Manny in Manny’s flat. Manny got this findom thing went on for some times and there was a sub actually coming for a one-on-one foot worshipping session to his flat.

“I wanna surprise him with two alphas instead of one. He’s been quite an obsessive sub, he probably handed me 20k already in just a month. And maybe you can also grant a wish,”

Simon didn’t think much about it. The past few months, he’s been granting wishes left and right and nothing went bad. So this time should went on like a routine. The sub Manny talked about looked rather weathered when he arrived. Late 30s, early 40s balding man with a body that reminisced Simon of his old body, but this one certainly got more pounds than the old him. He seemed anxious…..a little uncertain about the arrangement yet he went on to enter Manny’s flat.

Everything went accordingly to what Manny set the night to be, and Simon just followed along playing this whole dom thing to the sub that Manny seemed to enjoy.

“Probably this is his way compensating those days when I shown him that I’m the one in charge of our relationship. Dominating bunch of weakling to heal his wounded ego,” Simon thought to himself while having the sub massaging his feet while licking and sniffing Manny’s

But Simon didn’t see it coming when the incoming sub, mid-worship session when being asked about his deepest desire, answered that he wanted to be able to easily influence people to agree with what he asked or asserted.

And Simon, without thinking, said to the sub

“You certainly got no problem influencing people. You just need to say it more out loud and believe in yourself that people might agree with you. Like, what’s on your mind right now? Do you wanna do something?

“Well….I’m tired licking and massaging both of yours feet. I’m actually asking for one-on-one because I’m curious to eat Manny’s ass and have a go to physically explore his whole body, well, includes you now,” said the sub to Simon, a little hesitant but well…..in a dom-sub relationship, as long as the Alpha gave a pass already, it shoud be safe

“Well….you just need to say it,”

And in instance, both Simon and Manny stood up from their seat, dragged their jeans down and exposed their ass much to the shock of the sub.

“Is this serious?”

“Yeah, come on, just eat our ass, will ya?”

What started as ass-rimming session turned into full-blown fucking as the sub managed to convince the much older Manny to be fucked from both ends by the sub and Simon.

The sub left Manny’s flat thinking that it was all roleplay on Simon’s and Manny’s part. But when everyone started to agree with what he said and even blindlessly following what he said even days after the sex encounter, that’s when he realized that Simon clearly got something going on as things started to turn around after he granted his wish that he could easily influence people. And that brings us to today

“Well Simon, as a way to thank you for making me hot as fuck, what do you think of worshipping my glorious body?”

Officers Ramirez and Kahn are on their way to a small house a little out of town, a man called 911 about an attempted break in. Just the usual stuff. They were partners for a while now, working out together in their free time and drinking beer after a long, exhausting shift.

Kahn parks the car in the driveway, the sun setting behind a thick line of trees. He looks around, a few more houses, no people in sight. "Huh." He frowns. "What?" Ramirez lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles. "Nothing. Lets get it over with."

They walk towards the main entrance, the door opens, and a rather young, small man stands there, wearing doctors clothing. "Hello. Youre Mr. Thomson?" Ramirez says, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, please come in." The men leads the two officers into the living room, everything neatly organized, filled with books, flowers and many different paintings.

"So, why are we here?" Kahn asks, resting one of his hands at his waist while checking his suroundings. "Yeah. Uh. I came home after a long shift, and found two windows broken." The man says, rubbing the back of his head. "One here in the living room, the other further down the back." Kahn and Ramirez exchange a knowing look and nod.

"I'll stay here, you take a look back there." Kahn motions down the hallway and Ramirez agrees. "Gotcha." The man smiles nervously, and stutters. "I- I will show you the way." He says and leads Ramirez away, through the house into another, smaller room, a bed room.

The officer spots the broken glass on the floor right next to the open window and takes a step closer. But before he can open his mouth to say something, the man grabs his wrist, and pinches his neck. "Officer Ramirez. Its time to let go." The man says, his voice now deeper, more seductive. The cops eyes go wide, his pupils expand and his body stiffens.

"Officer. Can you hear me?" The man leans in, whispering into his ear. "Yes. Sir." Ramirez growls. "Good boy. Now sit on the bed and wait for me to return." The man lets go off his body, and Ramirez walks to the bed, sitting down. Running a hand through his hair, the man smirks triumphantly. "One down." It was easy, since Ramirez is his newest toy, easily entranced. Obedient. He went under a few times before, so his body is ready to serve the man.

He makes his way back to Kahn, whos kneeling over some shattered glass, taking pictures. "There you are." Kahn grunts and gets up. "I saw you have cameras?" He nods and motions for the multiple cameras around the house. "Oh right, I have the footage on my phone, give me a second." The man pulls out his smartphone, unlocks it and opens a file. "Take a look." He hands Kahn the phone, and as soon as the officer looks at the screen, it starts flashing wildly, again and again, in various colours and paces. "Whats this?" Kahn blinks a few times, but is unable to look away. "Its okay officer, just keep watching." The man grins deviously, places a hand at the cops neck, holding him in place.

It doesnt take long for him to start swaying back and forth, his eyes grow heavy and he breathes deeply. "How does it feel, officer." Kahns eyes unfocus, as he opens his mouth, drooling. "Warm." Nodding, the man grabs his wrist gently, and pinches his neck. "Can you hear me, officer."

Kahn nods. "Good. From now on, you will enter this state of mind, whenever I tell you to let go." Whispering right into Kahns ear he breathes against his skin. "Do you understand?" The cop nods slowly, and drops the phone. "Yes. Sir." The man lets go of his neck, and pats his back. "Good pup." He walks around him, enjoying the built of his newest toy. "We should start training. Follow me."

He leads Kahn into the back room, where Ramirez is waiting on the bed, drooling. "Stay." Kahn stops in the middle of the room, his eyes foggy and vacant. The man looks for his purse, and pulls it out of the tight uniform. "Ramirez, get up and feel Officer Kahns pecs, while you flex, Kahn."

"Yes sir." The two man growl in unsion, and do as theyre told. Ramirez walks up in front of his partner, and starts touching him. "Do you like it?" The man says prouldy. "Yes." Kahn says, deeply hypnotised. "Now, Ramirez. Open his trousers and pull them down."

"Yes sir." He does as hes told, exposing Kahns briefs. "Ramirez. Get on your knees, and make love to his bulge."

"Yes sir." He buries his face into the briefs, kissing his cock through his underwear. Kahn grunts lowly. The right moment. The man grabs his neck again, whispering into the officers ear.

"Officer Kahn. You were born to serve, born to please, born to protect. From now on, you will serve me, please me, and protect me, whenever I tell you to. You will be mine, you will follow all of my commands without question."

"Do you understand?" The man pinches the officer firmly, making him moan. "Yes sir."

"Good boys." He looks down at the big stud, making love to his partner. Both of their cocks tenting harshly.

"Officer Kahn. Time to finish our first lesson. I want you to focus on this." He grabs a pair of headphones from the night stand and covers Kahns ears. He starts the playlist from his laptop, rhythmic music, with many different commands buried underneath.

"Ramirez. Remove his underwear and suck his cock, swallow his whole load, and make sure nothings left on his skin."

"Yes sir." The officer wastes no time, and follows his commands, taking Kahns long, throbbing cock fully in his mouth. The man smirks, walks around the two man, and starts touching them, their bodies, pecs, arms, their necks, touching himself while hes at it.

Not two minutes later, Kahn shoots a massive load into Ramirez' mouth, both men moaning slowly. Kahns eyes roll back into hid head, his mouth drooling and his nipples piercing through uniform. "Good boy." He pats Ramirez head. "Get him dressed, and wash your mouth. Pig." The man grunts.

Now, the two men stand there, and he leads them back to the main entrance. "Officers. I want you to listen closely. I will set you free now, and you wont remember anything that happened today." He searches for Kahns phone, takes his thumb to unlock it and plants his number into it. "Kahn. When I call you, you take it. You will obey. Understand?"

"Yes sir." He pats his neck firmly. "Good."

A New Player

The football team was hit hard. After their star player and captain was injured and forced to sit on the sides, the team got worse and worse each practice. The coach had to do something as the season was a few weeks ago from starting, and he did.

“Alright boys, bring it in!” Coach Collins blew his whistle and called the players to him. A wave of musk and sweat hit his nose as they approached. “As you know, our team isn’t operating as we usually do, with Alex on medical leave we need a new player to fit our dynamic.”

“What you want us to do brah?” one of the players asked.

“Nothing really, I think I already have someone in mind and hopefully by the end of this month you’ll be able meet them,” Coach explained.

A few mumurs went around the crowd of jocks and a lot of confused, sweaty faces.

“For now practice is over boys, see you tomorrow. Bring your A-game tomorrow or don’t bring nothing at all,” Coach lectured.

“1! 2! 3! Tigers!”

After dismissing the team Coach Collins dropped his stern facial expression and put on a smirk. As he drove home he went over his plan for the new team member. Tonight was going to be fun.

Opening the door, his nose was met with the smell of dinner, beef and potatoes. “Smells good honey!”

“Thanks Dad! It’ll be ready in 10,” his daughter yelled back from the kitchen. “Go shower I can smell you from over here!”

“Alright Jessica. I’ll be down in a few.” Coach Collins replied, walking up the stars. After his divorce from his cheating wife, his daughter had some what become the ‘woman’ of the house if you will. Jessica was an amazing daughter, got straight-As and knew how to cook. But he always wanted a son, and Jessica knew that, which is why she always tried to please her father. Tonight, Coach Collins would make his dream come true.

After getting out of the shower he ruffled through his medicine cabinet and found the serum he had purchased on the black market. He had seen real videos of it working, so he knew nothing could go wrong. He set up the equipment he would need, a few video for his tv, a pair of headphones, hours of prerecorded audios, and tightly closed windows. He returned downstairs to eat dinner.

“How was practice?” Jessica asked as her father sat down to eat.

“Terrible. With Alex gone our whole dynamic is screwed up,” he complained.

“Why don’t you find someone to replace him? There aren’t any benchwarmers you could coach in time?” she joked.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” mentioned Coach.

“Huh?” Jessica wasn’t facing him as she was plating her fathers food, so Coach took this opportunity to dowse her plate of food with the serum. Quickly, he put the bottle away as soon as she turned around. “What do you mean?”

“Ah it’s nothing, I’ll talk to you about it later,” he explained as he received his food from Jessica and started digging in. “For now let’s eat.”

Jessica ate a few spoons of her food before realizing something was off. “Wait, Dad stop. The food tastes a little weird.”

Coach Collins tried to hide his grin, it was working. “You sure? Mine tastes fine.”

“Oh it must be me. Uh I don’t feel so good, excuse me,” Jessica got up and woozily walked to the bathroom. “W-what’s happening to me?”

Coach Collins stayed at the dining table, not wanting to watch his daughter suffer until it was over.

First came the muscle spasms, Jessica screamed in pain as her body started to stretch out. She grasped at her tits as they began to shrink and turn into male nipples. “What the fuck?” Hunching over the sink, she almost threw up as she felt an adam’s apple emerge on her neck, almost choking her. Ripping off all of her clothes due to the now extreme heat she was feeling, a wave of nausea went over her. Jessica’s blonde hair fell out and in its place, locks of short, male brown hair in its place. Her arms and legs didn’t change much, just becoming a little more muscular and defined. Her thighs and ass began shrinking but an itching sensation began to tingle her pussy. Rubbing her clit vigorously, she screamed as a cock started to poke out from inside her pussy. Jessica couldn’t stop herself as it felt so good, and the more she rubbed, the more the penis emerged and at last her vagina closed with a 5 inch dick now in it’s place. Looking in the mirror right before he blacked out, there was now a 5’4 twink staring back at himself. Collapsing onto the floor, Coach Collins picked his new son up and carried him to his room.

Day 1

The next morning, Jessica didn’t show up for school. Instead, he was tied to a bed, lying naked, watching a black and white spiral on his father’s tv screen with headphones on. In his ears was a 24 hour long prerecorded audio going over NFL rules and gym rats explaining different exercises. Not once did he blink or talk that whole day.

Day 4

It had been a while since Jess showered. He had been living off of protein shakes ever since he had changed. Instead of the usual black and white screen, it was now changed to hours and hours of football practices and games. His headphones were now playing an audiobook on loop Coach Collins recorded himself, “How to be a Man.” Somehow, he started to look different too, with broader shoulders, some abs emerging, even some pit hair.

Day 7

The room reeked of man musk. With all the windows closed and the door locked, Jesse was forced to breathe in the smell of his pits. He had passed the beginning puberty stage of his new life, some acne on his cheeks and his dick a little bigger. Although he was still tied to the bed, he had 5 hour sessions everyday with his dad in their private gym to get him in shape. He had yet to say a word but if he acted up, he would have an athletic cup placed around his cock that would cause an erection he couldn’t satisfy.

Day 11

Jamie was well on his way to becoming a stud. The bathing in his own must worked out great for his body, and he had spoken a few words now such as “Bro” and “Bruh.” He no longer had to be tied to the bed, as he would sit and watch the programmed loops of gay porn, hypnosis, and football games. His headphones were now blasting rap music in his ears so he could learn english and increase testosterone at the same time. He still had gym sessions with his father after the team’s practices but they had increased to 7 hours a day. No showers still, of course, and his man must was potent for any one but his father and him to smell. Finally, he was allowed to masturbate, but the restriction on masturbation from the beginning helped his cock to grow exponentially. From 5 inches to his now massive 12 inch, he released around a water bottle full of semen per masturbation. Jamie was now 5’10, 168 pounds of muscle, and could recite all of the NFL rules without stuttering. Just a few more days and he would be ready for football practice.

Day 14

It was the last day. Jackson had been taught all the jock rules, stuff like; a hole’s a hole, always end your sentences with bro, and how jocks are the kings of the school. Jackson was 6’1, 180 pounds of pure muscle, and could fuck anything in sight. His sex drive was insane and a little hard for Coach Collins to control. He was barely recognizable from Jessica or the twink-faggot she turned into. It was like Jessica never even existed, everyone forgot about her and everyone suddenly remembered Jackson. He was the king of the school and the hottest guy on campus. Everyone who was decently attractive probably has had sex him, and his body count just keeps going up. His meaty pecs, styled hair, abs, python-biceps, musty pits, smile, and overall chiseled body were irrisitable. Sure he was an asshole that bullied people, but a jocks gotta do what a jocks gotta do.

“Sup brah,” Jackson said to to his father as he entered the kitchen for breakfast.

“Morning son. Your protein shake is ready,” Coach Collins greeted his “new” child back.

Without even a thank you, Jackson slurped down the drink, grunting and moaning as the sweet liquid coated his mouth and tongue. A notification went off on Jackson’s phone. “Fuck yeah, i’m totally gonna nail this fag later, morning nudes are the fucking best bro.”

Coach Collins laughed as his son walked over to the bathroom. Jackson ripped off his shirt, unzipped his pants, and let out his fat, 12 inch cock. He covered his dick with the Snapchat drawing tool to tease the fag and sent the picture. The king of the school was craving some ass.

Jamie was a very smart kid, he could finish a book in a day and complete all his homework under an hour. Although with all his smarts, he attracted all the jocks that made fun of him. Jamie always tried to rub their mean comments off but one day he cracked. He cried all the way home and locked himself in his room. To cheer himself up, he went online and browsed the web for things that could possibly cheer him up. As he was scrolling through the web, he stumbled upon a title that gained his attention: "Chronivac"

Jamie always heard about the Chronivac but always thought it was just science fiction. Being able to change your body on a computer was simply impossible. Although he thought it wasn't real, he clicked the link and a file started to download on Jamie's computer. Jamie panicked and tried to cancel the download. He sadly was too slow and his computer shut down. Jamie smacked the table furious knowing he probably downloaded a big virus on his computer.

Jamie stared at the computer and saw it reboot itself. After a few moments, an application opened up, it displayed a menu with the word Chronivac on the top. Did he really download the Chronivac, Jamie asked himself. He carefully clicked the begin button and the program took him to a plain body with text boxes all around it. A standard avatar was in the middle and the program started to give a tutorial. Jamie followed the windows that popped up showing him how the program worked. Each different command edited a different part of the body and gave extra add on like tattos and body hair.

Jamie began to work on the avatar for himself. He thought long on what to do with this new power he had on his computer. Should he change the bullies that hurt him? Or should he exact revenge in a new body. Jamie turned to the mirror next to him and saw his frail structure. He then went to the computer and started working.

3 hours had passed by and Jamie stood up. He walked to the bathroom to take a shower, but each footstep he made got heavier, and more powerful. As he got closer to the bathroom, his legs elongated, making Jamie see things go lower as he walked. His chest began to push out, his flat chest gained 30 pounds of muscle making round pecs form where none had existed. When he turned the doorknob to the bathroom, his arms ballooned up, with his veins pulsing pumping them up even more. When Jamie entered the bathroom, his face sharpened and his hair grew out into wavey locks.

“This should set them damned liberals snowflakes the right way of things” Farmer Joe said as he tampered with the water system by pouring a serum into it.

*a few days later*

Waking up, the L.A. born and raised Jacob gets ready for a day of joining his fellow Liberals in protesting for equal rights for everyone. During the protest he and others start drinking water they’ve either bought or brought with them. Slowly he sees himself and others start to change. Their shirts turn into plaid, their pants turn into beaten up and worn jeans and their shoes turn into cowboy boots. Their signs and banners for equality turn into signs and banners in support of Trump. Jacob’s mind is invaded of memories of being born and raised on his family’s farm, helping his dad and Uncle Joe on the farm, going to church, fighting against the equal rights for fags and against murder, or abortion as them damned liberals call it, as well as gaining a love for Trump and the conservative party.