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A direct sequel to No Nut November

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The sound of keys jingling and footsteps approaching the front door snapped the jock out of his post-orgasmic haze. He grinned wickedly, giving his new package a firm squeeze.

"Showtime, buddy boy. Hope you're ready for this."

Luke took a deep breath as he entered his shared home with Tommy. He felt good post-workout. His muscles ached, and the cool air felt good against his sleeveless arms.

"Tommy's gonna love these." He thought, looking down at his biceps.

A sense of pride swelled- he was definitely making progress. He couldn't wait to hold Tommy close against him with his big arms and plant kisses down his neck.

"Hey babe, I'm ho-" Luke stopped mid-sentence as he saw the huge, hairy beast of a man standing in the living room, "Uh, who the hell are you? Where's Tommy?"

The new jock grinned, stroking his massive bulge. He could feel Tommy twitching.

"Name's Chad. Your boy Tommy and I had a little…switch-up. He's right here." He patted his crotch slowly.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck are you talking about?" 

Luke's eyes narrowed as he looked the intruder up and down, taking in every inch of the muscular, hairy frame. This guy was bigger than him, meatier than him- clearly knew his way around the gym.

"Oh, I think you heard me loud and clear, buddy boy. Your little bitch boyfriend thought he could neglect me. So I gave him a new purpose." He reached down and cupped the prominent bulge straining against his tight underwear, "But I'm not cruel like him, I'm giving him plenty of attention."

"You're not making any sense. Stop playing fucking games." Luke snarled, fists clenching at his sides. "Where. Is. Tommy."

Chad threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the apartment. 

"Oh man, you really don't get it, do you? Let me spell it out for you, dumbass." He reached down and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to expose his massive, throbbing cock. "This right here? This is Tommy now. Just my fat, throbbing fuck stick."

Luke's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at the enormous appendage. That didn't make sense. What the fuck was this guy talking about?

"What kind of fucking sick joke is this?" Luke took a step forward, fists clenched.

"Believe it, bro. Little Tommy is loving every second of his new life as my meaty cock. Can't you tell?" Almost if on cue, precum dripped from the tip of Chad's massive cock.

"Fuck this. Get out now." Luke grabbed his phone- he would call Tommy, then the cops and get this figured out.

But with lightning speed, Chad was on top of Luke, forcing the phone out of his hands.

"Oh don't worry. You'll be reacquainted with Tommy." Chad smirked as he forced Luke to his knees, despite the other man's resistance, "Time to teach you what happens when you neglect such a perfect ass." Luke tried to struggle, to push away, but it was useless. Chad's grip was iron-tight as he forcibly sank to his knees.

"This is what you get for being such a selfish top," Chad sneered, fisting his massive cock mere inches from Luke's face.

Despite Luke's best efforts to resist, Chad overpowered him. With a firm grip on the back of Luke's head, the muscular jock thrust his hips forward, forcing his massive cock past the other man's lips and deep into his throat.

"Fuuuuck yeah, take it all like a good little cock sleeve!" Chad's heavy balls slapped against Luke's chin.

Luke's thoughts were racing- how was this happening? Was he really getting face fucked right now? What about Tommy? Was Tommy okay? Luke's hands weakly pushing up against Chad's massive hairy thighs. But his resistance faded when he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind with each thrust of the jock's cock.

"L-Luke? Oh god, baby, is that you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!"

Luke's eyes widened in shock as Tommy's panicked voice rang out in his head. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to swallow the massive cock.

"T-Tommy? Baby, what the hell is going on? How are you inside my head? Where are you?" Luke thought, drool leaking down his chin.

"I-I don't know, I swear! One minute I was normal, and the next…" Tommy's mental voice hitched, "Oh god, Luke, I'm so fucking hard right now. Being in your throat like this…it feels amazing!"

Luke shuddered as he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his hands. He glanced down in confusion, watching as his strong, muscular digits began to shrink and reshape before his eyes. His fingers curled inward, palms shifting, joints cracking. Within moments, his hands had completely transformed into dainty, high-arched feet, wiggling helplessly at the ends of his wrists.

Tommy's disembodied voice echoed in Luke's mind, "Oh my god, Luke! I think it's happening to you too!"

"W-what's happening to me, Tommy?" Luke's panicked voice echoed in their shared mental space.

Luke gasped around Chad's pistoning cock as he felt a searing heat spread through his upper arms. He watched in shock as his sculpted biceps and triceps began to shift and morph. The dense muscle thinned and elongated, condensing into two slender, hairless legs. They twisted and contorted, positioning themselves to rest delicately upon Chad's broad, hairy shoulders.

"Fuck, your new legs feel so good wrapped around me," Chad grunted, continuing his relentless assault on Luke's throat.

"Luke, no you need to get away!" Tommy's frantic mental voice rang out as Luke felt his powerful legs and thighs beginning to tingle and shift.

Luke whimpered around Chad's cock as he felt his muscular thighs slim down and condense. The thick, ropy muscles smoothed out into sleek, hairless arms. His feet shifting into dainty hands in a series of sickening cracks.

"Tommy… please tell me what's happening." He begged again, although terrified of the answer.

His eyes widened as his hair began to fall before his eyes. But worse yet, his once chiseled jawline softened, cheekbones becoming more pronounced as his face plumped out slightly. He could feel his neck shrinking, as his head merged with his upper chest, which was condensing, forming the curve of his new lower back. At the same time, his abs rippled and took on the form of lean back muscles and small, petite shoulders.

"Mmm, look at these. Gonna look so hot bouncing on my cock!" Chad grinned wickedly, reaching up to grope and knead the doughy flesh of Luke's increasingly plump cheeks, "So soft…"

"Mhmmmm yes daddy…"

Luke recoiled, at the sound of a new voice that seemingly piped up from behind him, sounding needy and desperate. It was soft. Barely an audible whisper.

"Please… Use me! It's been so long… I've been so lonely without anyone to play with me."

"Look at this little slut already begging for cock." He glared down at Luke, who's face was becoming more and more obscured by his expanding cheeks, "Your poor ass, dude. Can't you tell how much you've been neglecting it?"

"Oh god… Luke…" Tommy whispered, his sense of dread palpable as he realized too what was happening, "You're… Luke... I'm so sorr-"

Tommy's voice cut off abruptly as Chad pulled his massive cock out of Luke's throat with a wet pop. Saliva and precum dribbled down Luke's chin as he gulped for air, hyperventilating with panic and revulsion. Chad just smirked, watching Luke's face balloon outward obscenely, eyes squeezing shut as Luke's cheeks expanded into a set of soft globes that continued to grow and round out. Luke whimpered, trying to pull away but finding his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

"Ooh yes, grab my big juicy ass! I've missed this so much!"

"Fuck…" Chad moaned, reaching back to grope and knead Luke's swelling cheeks.

As Chad groped his cheeks and the twink's voice echoed in his head, realization hit him. And it hit him hard. The doughy, plumping flesh Chad was gleefully groping and slapping…

"Yesss, more! Grab my tight juicy ass, spank it, wreck it!" The slutty little fucktoy squealed in ecstasy, bucking its hips to grind against Chad's groping hands.

Through the haze of shame and revulsion, pieces clicked into place for Luke.

"I'm... no... no, no, no..." Deny it as much as he wanted, Luke knew. He was becoming the jiggly bubble butt of a desperate, cock-hungry slut, "No no no this can't be happening!"

Luke wailed internally as he felt his features blurring and melting, reforming into the heart-shaped curves of a prime piece of twink ass. His puckered lips stretched wide and ready. His nose and mouth compressed into a puckered, twitching asshole. He could feel his uvula shifting, becoming nothing more than the twink's new prostate. And suddenly, Chad was thrusting again- his massive cock slamming into Luke.

"Help me Tommy, please!" He begged silently, praying his boyfriend could somehow reverse this nightmare transformation.

"Ohhh fuuuck yes, look at those cheeks bounce!" Chad groaned, gripping the plush globes that had once been Luke's face and spreading them wide.

"No… please…" Luke remembered doing the same to Tommy's ass during their lovemaking, but now...

Through it all, Tommy's concerned voice echoed in what was left of Luke's mind, "I'm so sorry babe, I never meant for this to happen to you! Please, it's going to be okay…"

"Mmmph! Ooh yes, spank me harder!"

The twink's voice squealed in delight as Chad delivered stinging slaps to the plump cheeks. Luke recoiled, feeling his cheeks vibrate. Only able to clench around the thick cock splitting him open.

"Aww yeah, take it you fucking slut!" Chad growled, punctuating each word with a sharp smack to the jiggling cheeks.

Luke shuddered and clenched around the invading shaft. His mind spun, trying desperately to grapple with his new predicament. But he couldn't. How could he?

"Is this all I am now?"

"No Luke, please don't think like that!" Tommy's voice rang out in their shared mental link.

But even as Tommy spoke, Luke's mind was breaking. His memories of weightlifting, of holding Tommy close, of planning their future together. Reconciling the man he was with what he'd become...

"Yes, yes! Ruin my holes!" The twink's voice keened, higher and more needy with each thrust. "Fuck me harder, make me your cock sleeve!"

"I'm just a hole…"

"No no NO! Luke, what are you saying?" Tommy mentally sobbed.

But it was too late. Luke's psyche crumpled under the weight of his transformation, unable to reconcile the strong, proud man he'd been with this slutty twink's cock-hungry ass that he'd become. It was simpler, easier, to just…let go. To surrender to the role fate had assigned him.

"Yes, yes! Wreck my holes!" The twink's voice shrieked in ecstasy, lost in the throes of depraved pleasure. "Fuck me harder, ruin me for anyone else!"

With a roar of triumph, Chad hilted himself fully inside the plump cheeks, painting its insides white with him cum. In that moment of pure, overwhelming bliss, the tenuous mental link between Luke and Tommy shattered. As Chad slowly pulled out with a wet squelch, a flood of cum poured out of the twink's gaping, twitching hole.

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As the weeks dragged on, one thing remained constant - the relentless pounding of Chad's massive cock into the twink's eager, jiggly ass. The muscular jock used his new fucktoy daily, sometimes multiple times a day, working the plush cheeks raw with his thick shaft. Luke, once a proud top and caring boyfriend, now reduced to a pair of fucked-out cheeks, existed only to serve Chad's massive cock.

And in those moments when Tommy would be forced to invade Luke, his pleas would echo in the fractured remnants of Luke's psyche.

"Luke, please… I know you're still in there somewhere." But the responses, when they came at all, were hollow and distant.

Profile: I’m a little confused why they need a pic of me but I send a pic of myself anyways (A skinny twink in his early 20s)

Object: I scroll down to sex objects and select fleshlight

Duration: Its pretty worn out and might break if its used too hard. Immediately I think of a big cock breaking my fleshlight open. I select custom and put in, until it breaks.

Special request: I type in a jock with a big cock.

Before I submit my request I give the website another quick scan. Wait did that say I’d be turned into the object? I shake my head, that doesn’t even make sense, I must be really sleep deprived. I click send on my request. Still as I try to go to sleep I can’t get the thought of actually turning into a fleshlight out of my head.

Rent-A-Thing — Fleshlight

The next morning, you get up early. It's a busy Saturday, as usual. First gym, treadmill to maintain your skinny physique. Then, hair stylist. You greet Pearl, your platonic BFFFFF with a kiss on the cheek. She's not the only reason you visit the hair stylist twice a week, but it helps.

As Pearl begins to work on your rainbow-colored hair, you begin to yap about everything new that happened to you during the last three days of your exciting life. Of course, having neither shame nor secrets from Pearl, you also mention the website you found yesterday, Rent-A-Thing.

"No way!" she gasps and her scissors clack. "Honey, you're impossible. You want to lend someone your fleshlight?! And you put up a profile, with a picture of your face? Gurl, I would die!"

"Yep!" you grin. "Used the same pic I've got on my Grindr. Imagine the guy's face when he comes to collect his fleshlight."

You don't mention your fantasy of actually becoming the sex toy. You don't have secrets from Pearl, but you don't need the entire salon to know your kinky fantasies. That's where you draw the line. They'd have to buy you a cocktail first.

You have a good laugh with Pearl before you proceed to the tanning salon.

You have just arrived back home in the afternoon when your phone rings. It's Pearl.

"Oh. My. God. You won't believe it!" she exclaims the moment you accept. In the background, you hear an unfamiliar chime coming from your phone.

"I just had a customer who was a total hunk. I'm talking beefcake here, gurl!"

You snort and get comfortable. "Okay? Tell me everything!"

Pearl leaves nothing out.

"Oh my gawd. So, he's a total hunk. Huge, tall, muscular. He's like, I swear, I think he could crush me with his hands! And these tattoos! So, anyway. We chatted a bit, and I told him about this website, and he was all, 'No way!' and I said, 'Yes way! And my gay best friend is on it, too,' and I gave him your name..."

"Hold on. You gave Mr. Hunk my name?! And he's hot?"

You subconsciously lick your lips. This is hardly the first time Pearl has set you up with someone, and she has really good taste.

"So, what did he say?"

"He's coming to get your fleshlight," she chirps, and you can't help but giggle. "His name is Sean, by the way."

"Oh, honey, he's gonna get so much more than an old fleshlight."

Just then, the doorbell rings.

"Oh my gawd! I think this is him," you swoon.

"You have to tell me everything, gurl!" Pearl says. Feeling a bit naughty, you mute the speaker but leave the call and the mic open, putting your phone face down on the table. You'll end it before it gets too personal. Probably. The doorbell rings again.

"I'm coming!" you call, and open the door. Wow. A-wow. Pearl was not wrong. You lick your lips again.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

The tall man standing in the doorway smiles and looks down at you.

"Hey, I'm here to collect."

He's got a deep voice, and there's a hint of playfulness in his smile. His eyes scan you from head to toe. Without waiting for you, he enters.

"Collect what, sir?"

"Don't play dumb," he says. Your eye falls on his pants.

"Huh. Is that a gun, or are you happy to see me?"

You didn't plan on saying that, but the man just chuckles darkly.

"You don't get an offer like that every day," he says and readjusts himself. "So, you wanna be my fleshlight until you break apart? Is that it?"

Your eyes widen, and you think back to the phone on the table. You don't have secrets from Pearl. She knows all about your kinks. Even so, you can't help but blush a bit.

"That's what the website said," you nod.

"Hm. I liked it better when you called me sir."

You bite your lower lip. This is hot.

"So, uh, sir. Would you like to, um, test me out, or what?"

His grin is wolfish.

"Yeah. Get on your knees."

He pulls out a phone and presses a green "Claim" button. You drop to your knees, and before you know it, he's opened his belt and let his pants slide down his hips. You're greeted by the largest, most delicious dick you've ever seen, and it's right in front of your face.

"What are you waiting for? Open your mouth, fleshlight!"

"Yes, sir!" you grin and open your mouth. The fleshlight fantasy is doing a lot for you, and you are rock hard in your tight and stylish pants as well. Your head feels dizzy, and you wonder what Pearl thinks. So much for ending the call before it gets too personal.

The man doesn't hesitate and grabs the back of your head, shoving it onto his cock with surprising strength. You're an expert at deep-throating and let him slip all the way in as he presses your face to his groin. This is how a real fleshlight must feel.

Almost immediately, you feel him pulling on your hair, pulling you almost off his dick again, before reversing again.

"Yeah, that's a good little fucktoy," he growls.

The words are like fuel on the fire. You're not sure if you're feeling particularly lightheaded from the lack of air, but your head feels strange. All sensation concentrates on your mouth and your throat. Your jaw starts to feel strange, and not the kind of strange that comes from a deep-throating workout. Something is happening.

With every thrust, your body gets lighter and smaller, disappearing entirely into your head. It's a good thing Sean is holding your head, because after a few more thrusts, there is nothing else left to hold you. His grip changes, and from the corner of your eye, you can see all rainbow-colored hair falling out, leaving you smooth and... hard? At the same time, your lips puff out in silicone, and your throat straightens. The silicone grows inward, coating the tight space inside you.

It's a weird feeling, being a fleshlight. But it's not an unpleasant feeling. Actually, quite the opposite. You feel useful, and the thought of having a huge, throbbing dick in you is the only thing on your mind. Sean is moaning loudly now as he pounds you like a jackhammer, without any mercy. His grip on your outer shell is strong and manly, and you can feel the material dent under his hands.

"Fuck yes. Such a good fucktoy. I'm gonna use the hell out of you," Sean says. His voice is hoarse and thick with lust.

Finally, with a last big thrust, his grip becomes even tighter. You can feel a hair fissure forming just as he cums inside you. Or, not inside you. Inside the silicone cavity.

"Oh yeah. Fuck. That was nice," he pants, and you can feel his dick growing softer. Then, suddenly, it disappears. You feel empty.

"I'm gonna use you every fucking day until you break, little fucktoy. You like that, don't you?"

You wish you could tell him, but there's no way. You are a fleshlight now, and nothing else.

Your owner does as he told you. Mercilessly, he uses your silicone form every day. It's all you have to live for. It's your purpose in life, and you love it. He's brutal and doesn't care for you. Every time you break a bit more, become more of your owner's property. You'll give it a few months, tops, until you break. And you doubt that when you turn back after that, you'll want to do anything but pleasure your owner ever again.

“You okay back there? Haven’t said anything in a while,” Kandi, the driver, and Reece's girlfriend, asked.

“He's fine, right little bro?” Recce added poking his head between the seats to see his little brother, Benson, sitting there chest out. Benson nodded in response. There was something off about the visual, but Reece couldn't place what. Did Benson always have such a nice set of pecs? Where was his shirt? How did his jeans get holes in them? Had Reece always taken up so much space in the backseat?  Reece turned his attention back forward, hard to think with the car so goddamn hot. Kandi’s A/C was wheezing, barely producing air. The windows weren’t down either. It was one of those hot days that even the wind burned against your skin and felt like it attempted to sear one's vocal cords shut.

Reece wanted to light up another joint that always cooled him down, but Kandi had flipped out the last time he lit one an hour ago. Said he shouldn't smoke around Benson, which Reece agreed with when she pointed it out, but since he had already lit it, he couldn’t have wasted a good blunt. Benson had gotten quiet after that. Then again maybe it was just a contact high, he did have that dazed look in his eyes. Reece took another look back.

“Hey bro?” Benson replied, a small smirk on his face.

“Okay Xander, what a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”  The man muttered to himself.

He was in a bit of a bind. His parents had dropped him off to spend time at his older brother's penthouse, while they explored the city. Which meant a week of Jeremy and Xander shenanigans, no parents. One small problem: Jeremy was a late sleeper, not even waking until 11:00, which meant Xander, still on school time, would rise earlier and be responsible for his own boredom. As any self-respecting younger brother, why wouldn’t he mess with his brother’s stuff. He was never allowed in his brother’s room before, but now the entire place was his brother's room. Still though, nothing beat creeping into the actual bedroom and rearranging his brother’s personal items. But hey, brothers fucked with each other.

He was shocked when riffling through the underwear drawer, coming across a strange looking set of underwear, just a strap and a front part. Curious, he balled it up and snuck out with it. Back in his guest room he looked at the weird underwear. Not even the slightest clue when his brother would even wear something like it. Though he was a teen on a mission: to find out the mystery of the underwear. He got out of his pajama bottoms and slid into the mystery wear. It was easily triple his size. He was just hoisting it up with the straps.

Then it happened.

Xander’s body exploded bigger and he grew several feet. His shoulders separating was the most frightening, but his pecs popping and swelling was the most euphoric. In his head he was bombarded with memories of his older bro, wearing the jockstrap (that was the name!), on nights he went to pick up men from clubs. It was either to show off his ass or highlight his bulge. Xander hadn't known his brother was gay, but now the image was so clear in his mind. In response, Xander's own ass quaked, cheeks clapping to life as they grew alongside his thighs and filled in the jockstrap. 

Xander watched his reflection in the penthouse window morph into a much older visage. His jaw firmed up as scruff and then undeniable hair formed a beard and mustache on his lower face. His arms got bulky and packed with power as he saw visions of his brother’s workouts at the downtown gym. Lastly his cock, nudged, poked, then stretched out his brother’s pouch, cock not just sitting heavy, but hard. Ink like his brother’s tattooed itself across his skin. He could name each one and when he’d got them, though they hadn't existed prior. Xander didn't just look older. He was older, a man similar to his older brother. When his balls started producing the same enriched seed. He came right away, all over his brother's floor.

An hour later, though Xander was older, his clothes weren’t. He tried getting dressed in them. His tank refused to go past his pecs and his pants couldn't make it past his thighs. An absolute unit of a man trying to stuff himself into the small outfit. His older brother came in, yawning as he looked down at Xander by the window struggling. 

Then without a word, Xander’s older brother turned around and went back to bed.

Johnny pulled up his father’s thermal underwear, 'long johns', his dad had called them. Johnny’s dad was a very prim and proper kind of guy, though he never expected that of Johnny. If he ever found Johnny in his wardrobe, he always gave a big laugh and snapped a photo for the scrap book.

His dad’s dress shoes, watches, and suits were all nice, but nothing got Johnny ever as curious as the long johns. One particular winter his dad had put them on, and Johnny’s mind was spinning, as to why he’d never seen them before. To Johnny the long johns were sort of the pinnacle of his dad’s outfit. Even if it was only in the winter it looked like what a prim and proper man wore even if it was hidden under layers. 

He HAD to wear it too.

But while Johnny’s dad didn't mind his outer clothes being worn, he was a firm no for his undergarments. Why? He never gave a reason, but Johnny hadn't cared before then. Which meant Johnny’s dad was perfectly unassuming when his son snuck in his room to try on the long johns.

The world shifted ever so slightly. The Johnny who put on his father’s clothes was not the same as the one fastening them. In the seconds it had taken him to slide them up Johnny’s body had undergone a change. Several decades had descended and taken root within him. His legs made the clothes stretch to his form, as he began to grow. Years of athleticism worked its way into his legs then up his body. His body thickened, muscularity gluing itself to his expanding frame, matching his father’s with every passing second. The wingspan of his back was determined by his traps, navigating his shoulders further apart as he developed a thicker neck. Next his shoulders and arms refined themselves as small strawberry blonde hairs took over his forearms. pecs emerged prominently, as proud as his own fathers, as a deep valley cut down his body into his abs. Johnny’s naturally messy hair reworked itself in a perfect mockery of his father’s clean-cut style. Stubble grew along his elongated face, forever solidifying its new permanent visual status.

Johnny’s father slowly woke up to see his younger brother, wearing his long johns. “What are you doing? Can you please let me get some more sleep before you start being a menace?” He turned back to bed. “And don’t steal a watch on the way out!”

#1 Be Kind

Mr. Cook was always of the belief that neighbors should help each other out. So when he was working on his house that afternoon and Manuel Ramirez came out to complain about the noise, the older man was stunned. Apparently, the young man was doing something called ‘streaming’ and the machines were too loud. Now the older man had no idea how all that streaming nonsense worked, but Ramirez had a point: the noise had been happening for a while. Mr. Cook had to face facts, he wasn’t the young buck he used to be. A simple job was harder to accomplish with one man. But Manuel on the other hand? There was potential there.

“I agree with ya, neighbor. Can’t move like I used to. Why don’t you help me out?” Mr. Cook stated, rubbing the back of his neck, defeated.

“Wha?” Manuel barely got out as a nailing gun was shoved into his hands. He stumbled back, almost falling over before slamming a solid foot down. The teen’s body rumbled. Then the growth started. He was taller in minutes and his body came in perfect; two heavy pecs with six abs situated under it. Luckily the clothes on his lower body stayed. Mr. Cook wasn’t sure what he’d have done if his neighbor ended up naked.

Manuel matured into the exact type of man Mr. Cook needed for this project. The man got straight to work without even being asked. Mr. Cook laughed as the new man was about to make some real money in the home improvement department around the block…and possibly ruin some marriages. It made Mr. Cook think back to his younger days, wooing the rich married couples was half the fun.

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“Will you ever put on clothes?” I asked my current roommate.

The burly man that was sitting in the chair, playing with his feet just looked at me. He shows his feet off to me.

“I don’t like my clothes, they’re for guys my dad’s age.” The man huffed.

“You are around your dad’s age… at least now you are.”

He simply glared at me. His dejected sigh showed me he begrudgingly accepted that. Chris, my roommate, he was a younger swapper, only 19 years old. But wait, how is he a burly man in his 40s? The dummy swapped with his coach while on a swap bender. Can’t say I blame him, for his choice in body and the bender. I believe all of us are like this in our beginnings when our ability first appears.

It was around 10 years ago when my ability first manifested, and I had my fun in college seeing what it was like being someone else. I was jocks, frat guys, some young professors, crushes… to be young again. I found others with abilities like mine. It was a beautiful community we developed, stories of our escapades shared constantly. It was happier times.

Then the purge came. Our abilities unfortunately caught the attention of those in power, and they hunted us down. We suppressed our abilities, and founded safe havens… but not everyone could stand the isolation. They’d test their abilities out and try to find ways to be like they were… but majority of them were caught.

But with all things, the purge ended. And the survivors slowly returned. Some stayed in their havens, but the rest of us blended in with the general populace… until the next generation came forth.

This generation came out with such passion. We older ones watched them from afar, and offering support. Some of them asked us to swap with them or join them. And it was fun, but we knew our limits. The younger ones did not as much. Chris was apart of this generation, and well he burnt out his ability at the moment. It’s been either 5 or 6 times this has happened to him. This time was the longest he’s had to wait.

“You know you could swap with me, give me a break…”

I snorted, “I’m only about decade younger than your current body.”

“I just want to be someone else, man.”

“Return to your original body.”

Chris glared at me. He still has a lot to learn.

“At least let me go out.”

“You can if you wear clothes.”

“Bleh”

I sigh and look at him. His coach’s body is cute. Hmmm…

“We’ll compromise, you put clothes on. And I will swap myself with somebody else to keep you company for a few days.”

Chris’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Seriously? You mean it?”

“Yeah, maybe a distraction is needed for the both of us.”

I look outside and see one of the neighbor guys walking by… and in a moment I see my former body walking in the neighbor’s clothing.

“Dude… he’s hot.”

I flex my new muscles and take off my shirt, I look at Chris.

“Looks my clothes won’t suit my age either.”

You know what sucks when you have the ability to swap your appearance with others that no one ever talks about? No one ever talks about what happens when your ability loses its appeal. My power lets me swap my physical appearances with guys that I see in person, and I guess reality warps along with the swap so nobody but myself is aware that we look different. There’s no risk to swapping!

When I unlocked my ability in high school, it was great! Got to be the jocks, my crushes, the hot teachers… but I quickly learned I was still seen as me. A little weird being treated like a 14 year old when I was in the assistant coach’s 24 year old body. College was the same, but more freedom and well, got to really explore having some fun with other guys bodies. But now? Now I’m in my early 30s and there’s something about swapping with a college jock or frat guy that quickly loses its appeal when I’m still seen as me and my age.

So I have this awesome gift and have to protect my reputation after the swaps cause I’m still seen as me… so how do I keep fresh, and interesting? And well, shockingly with age, I accept my normal self and appearance. So what is a happy medium? Well with routine, I get to have fun and notice some regulars whose schedules line up with mine. Take this guy:

We go to the store almost every two weeks, so for two weeks I get to look like him. He’s more muscular than I, and he has a strong core, but I can still get away with eating and drinking with minimal impact on his physique (ugh gym bros and athletes are awful to swap with due to maintaining their bodies, so high maintenance). But back to my store swap, after getting his appearance and dressing still as my nerdy self, just with his bulk… it feels great! The tightness of my clothes as my muscles expand, the sound of tears appearing as my clothes are too small and tight with his frame. Not to mention he’s slightly bigger than me in the cock department… but his ass is bigger, so it’s fun to play with.

For two weeks I get to be him and have fun with body, and then I swap back when I run across him in the store. My body is usually sore from his workouts and some muscle is gained from the break, and he gets to walk around with a slightly sore ass from my adventures. And he’s not the only one I swap with. Walking to work I get the advantage of seeing some cute guys on their way to work too. And one of them I see daily, so excuse me while I go ahead and get a new look for a little bit. It’s all about balance, and the little things to keep things entertaining.

The bell rings, as gym class is finally over. I usually just skipped this class, but god I needed some credit on it. Anyways, I also have a very... Special reason to come here today. I'm gonna get revenge on Andrew

This is me, Matthew. I’m freshly turned 18, and as you can see, a bit of a twink. This would’ve never been a problem, i’m gay as i can be, but the issue is, i’m a top. And i have a 3 inch pecker on “top” of that. No guy i know wants a skinny twerp to top them. But my fortune is about to change.

Last night, i was visited in my dreams by something. It said i was chosen by it to bring change, and that my power was to be my voice, for me to do as i pleased. When i woke up, i realized it was real and not a dream. I told my mom she looked so young for her age, and her wrinkles instantly dissapeared. I tried to point it out later, but she didn’t notice it all either. With this knowledge in mind, i began planning my rise.

As i exited the locker room shower, just as i’d hoped, Andrew stood in my way

Andrew was unfairly hot. He had unnaturally big EVERYTHING. From being so jacked you’d swear he was using roids, to being tall AND having a truly massive dick. He was basically running this place, fucking girls left and right, having an influential dad and well, looking like this. He was also, as you’d guess, the biggest jerk you know.

“Hey, Andy.” I said, mockingly

“Someone’s got an attitude today. Looking to get beat up again, faggot? What happened, were you unable to jerk your baby sized dick this morning?” He answered, smiling confidently. Oh this was gonna be good.

I took a deep breath.

Well, it's now or never

"Opposite, actually. My dick is kinda sore, on account on me having to use it so much. When you’ve got a thing this big, it requires using, y’know?." I said, trying not to cringe

Then... I felt something. Like my brain had just skipped a beat. My crotch felt heavier. I let the towel go and... There it was. Holy shit. My dick was fucking massive. It was easily what, 12 inches? Maybe even bigger. I just stood there, smiling at Andrew.

His eyes widened, he looked confused even.

"Y-yeah, whatever. What use is a dick this big when you're just a skinny loser? I bet my forearm is bigger than that bony thigh of yours." He replied, trying to change the subject

I laughed.

"Skinny? Dude, i’m bigger than you. I’ve been training longer, harder than you for years now. Why are we lying again?

As the words left my mouth, I looked down and... Fuck. I was so big. My arms were gigantic mountains. My pecs were so huge I could barely see my feet, and my legs were tree trunks. My mind began to race, and my dick instantly hardened. I was this close to orgasming right there

“I-i… The fuck you getting hard for? Fucking fag! Just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean i can’t still fuck you up, Matt, you little shit!”

I stared at Andrew. Or better, Andy, as he was going to be known from now on.

“Look, just because you want me to fuck you, doesn’t mean you gotta put up all of this to attract my attention. You’re already my type, Andy.”

“W-what t-the fuck are you talking about…?” He said, looking disoriented

“Your slender frame is pretty fuckin’ sexy, Andy. I wanna grab your little waist with my hands, shove your bubble butt on my cock and watch as you moan and your tiny dick cums onto my chest. And i know you want that too”

Andrew went silent, as his body transformed right in front of me. His muscles deflated, leaving only the bare minimum, his clothes falling off his now skinny frame, and his cock going from huge to tiny in a matter of seconds. His butt didn’t change much, he always did have a pretty juicy one, but his features also softened, leaving more of twink and less of alpha jock

“Matt…” He said, with a much softer voice now “I really want to fuck right now. Please” The hunger in his eyes was enough for me.

“Knew it.” I said, as my cock bursted a stream of cum on the floor. Fuck! I got excited too fast!

Andy looked at me, in shock

“Huh… Don’t worry babe, i can cum a lot in one sitting” I said, feeling my balls churn more and more semen. From now on, his life was gonna be something else, man. He approached me, putting his hands on my pecs

This was my favorite part of living in the city.  Sexy men doing their daily run on almost every block–so many of them decently or super successful.  You can’t go wrong in a paradise like this.

Take Penn State here.  He doesn’t even notice me since I’m in my astral form, but I see him take a seat on a bench and lean down to adjust his laces.  He hasn’t even started his run, but he’ll be missing way more than the next hour.  Fuck me, depending on his job and apartment, he might be lucky if I give him back before the New Year.  

Right as he finishes tying those laces I rush him from the back.  His smooth, deep voice gasps out and I can tell he just shuddered.  He’s cringing and clenching his fists, still leaning down and facing the ground.  I’ve become ruthlessly efficient at this over what feels like hundreds of mini stolen lifetimes so far.  I feel my energy–my essence–flooding and dissipating into every part of him.  From those hairy and toned legs down those fine ass arms and all throughout his core until I surge up his neck and completely fill his brain.  

This stud takes one massive gasp for air before every single one of his muscles tenses at the same time and he goes limp, blacking out from consciousness.  Almost seamlessly, I begin opening my new eyes, feeling my rock solid new chest leaning against my bare knees.  

“Fucking nice…” I say as I sit back up, a look of mischief as I look out on this city I love.  I can feel men and women alike checking me out, and I decide to give them something to really enjoy.  

I take the shirt off and I can’t even help but run my hands along this chiseled perfection.  People around me are looking at me with confusion, but also a hint of thirst.  I give the twink gazing at me a wink, and smirk as he instantly blushes before hitting the pavement.  

Mile 1…mile 2…fuck me I’m on mile 7 and I’m not even tired.  I’ve been in some fit bodies before but this fucker is FIT!  My pace has been crazy though.  Shit my sweaty torso is getting so many lustful gazes.  But I’m feeling such a rush and such a high, I just start doing pushups right then and there, grunting gently as I pound past 100, but still going strong.  I stop at 200, amazed at my new body’s capabilities and amused to see the people watching me with either jealousy or lust.  I’ve got such a pump going on, and I make sure to give the crowd a nice show of my flexed chest and torso before reaching into my pocket and fishing out my new ID.  

Chad Fisher–Yeah I totally feel that.  Hell yeah, you can call me Chad Fisher.  I see my new address on my ID, and I actually know where it is.  Real swanky place, and it’s not too far, not that distance would be a problem for me.  I grab my pecs just to feel that carved muscle in my hands before hitting the pavement again, endorphins just adding to this insane high.  

The concierge greets me, but eyes me strangely.  I realize I’m still not wearing the shirt and pull it back on.  

“It was a little hot today,” I said, flashing my million watt smile.  

I guess Chad is usually more modest.  Or I should say was more modest.  I plan on using this body to its full potential.  

The anticipation is literally killing me as look at Chad’s keys and see “PH” on the key.  Holy fuck, this guy has the penthouse.  I hit the PH button and reach the top floor and I literally grin like a little kid as the key fits perfectly into the lock and lets me into this masterpiece of a home.  Immediately I can tell this must be at least 18,000 square feet right in the heart of the city.  

“What the fuck do you do?” I ask aloud, even though I know Chad can’t hear me. 

I shed these sneakers and the shirt and find myself wandering from room to glorious room in these black socks and these shorts.  These ceilings are just ridiculous and he’s got everything.  Massive kitchen, living room with huge space for entertaining, massive TVs, super modern design, 4 huge bedrooms, and 6 bathrooms, a den, a balcony big enough to host dozens of people a second living room, and one hell of an office, and all with super expensive furniture.  I wander into the office and see a magazine featuring the hottest bachelors in all the city, and what do you know, I have pretty good taste–Chad here ranked number one.  Apparently, he’s the next hot (in more than one way) hedge fund manager, and he’s already worth north of $600 million.  

“Fuck me, I hit the jackpot,” I say as I collapse onto the masterbedroom bed–my new bed–and furiously rip off these socks and shorts, leaving me with straining wood against my underwear.  I can already tell that this is a long, thick dick, but my jaw practically drops when I pull the final waistband down and see this fully hard beauty.  9 gorgeous, perfectly straight inches of cut cock greet me, and it’s thick enough that my fingers don’t meet around its girth.  Chad left some pubes, but he’s perfectly trimmed and very clean down there.  Just the way I like it.  

“Ohhhhhhhhhh” I groan as I grab my stolen fuckstick and begin slowly pumping that shaft, grinding against my grip and using my free hand to explore this perfect body.  

“fuck yeah!  Hottest bachelor in the fucking city!” I yell out as I get more aggressive with my pumping and really begin thrusting against my grip.  

Chad is the most virile body I’ve ever been in!  I’m literally going all out and it feels amazing, but this level of stamina is just insane!  I’m literally glistening with sweat as I give my new meat the most intense workout I’ve ever had.  Fuck I know I could keep going with this body, but I start thinking of all the sexy twink and stud ass I’m gonna be pounding with this dick, and that’s enough for me to feel my balls tighten and begin to send me over the edge.  

“Oh shit oh shit Ohhhhhhh Fuckin’ AGGGGHHHHHHH GOD!! FUCK YEAH!” I roar in excitement as I thrust my hips in the air and feel my first shot of cum in this body launch clear past my bed and splash against the headboard.  

My eyes go wide and I shiver as I drop my hips back onto the bed and arch my back, still pumping away and feeling shot after shot launch out of me, splashing me in the face, landing all over the sheets, coating my chest and leaving a trail down my new abs before I gasped and milked one last drop out and let go of my new meat.  I was gasping for breath, ravenously smelling my new underarms and rubbing all of the cum on my face closer to my hungry new tongue.  

“So fucking goooooood!” I groaned as I scooped up all the cum on my chest and licked it up.  Fuck me I wanted to eat and taste every last drop, but I took the last of the cum on my abs and spread it across my torso and between my inner thighs–letting it soak in like lotion.  I wanted to smell like sex for the rest of the day.  

I was in pure bliss–post orgasmic bliss for several minutes–literally unlike anything I have EVER experienced.  I literally just touched my new body in bed for the next straight hour, smiling every second of it, and finding myself caught up touching my new scruff.  It was surprisingly soft in spite of being so thick and manly.  

True to my word, I didn’t shower–instead just pulling on a pair of expensive and flattering jeans, an expensive polo, tucked in and held with an Hermes belt.  Chad has quite a watch collection, but I settled on my favorite rolex (there were multiple), and topped off the look with some Ferragamo shoes that made me look like one hell of a bachelor.  

Scrolling through my new phone, I found the number of my private driver and had him here in an immaculate black car within minutes.  

“To the usual spot?” he asked.

I asked him to clarify, and he brushed off that I should have known as he named the ultimate rich straight guy bar where admittedly the women were gorgeous–but again..key word being women…

“We’re gonna change it up tonight,” I said with a smirk as I told him to take me to the hottest gay club in the city.

“Yes sir,” he said, looking confused, but he was too obedient to question me.  

I felt like king of this city.  I was attractive enough to walk in on my looks alone, but I still went up and slid the bouncer $1,000 in crisp Benjamins, giving his arm a brotherly slap before he nodded in appreciation before letting me walk right in. Hundreds of men and women gawked as I strolled in like the prince of the club.  I noticed a particularly cute twink, and pulled him from the line.  

“He’s with me,” I told the bouncer and he nodded before we both strolled in, this twink in utter shock.  

I slipped the hostess a few thousand bucks like it was nothing, and immediately this boy and I found ourselves in a VIP booth away from the mess of everything.  The drink service was virtually instantaneous as we slammed through several rounds, and I learned that this boy was a freshman at the top university in the city.  Pete was his name, and still 18 years old.  He was actually worried that his fake was gonna get rejected tonight while out with his new college buddies, but here he found himself drinking away with the hottest bachelor in the city.  I bullshitted my way through the whole hedgefund thing since I knew almost nothing about the actual job–I just made sure to let this kid know I was rich and powerful and that I wanted to dance with him.  I gave the waitress a few hundred bucks and told her to keep the change as this beautiful blonde college boy and I hit the floor.  

I saw his friends staring in amazement and jealousy as Pete and I got close and rubbed our sweaty bodies together on the dancefloor.  He practically melted into my strong arms, and I could tell this boy must have usually been shy, but the drinks had hit him in just the right way.  

“Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered into his ear before gently biting his earlobe.  

He just looked at me with longing eyes and that was when I immediately called my driver.  

We were a flurry as I closed the door behind us and we tore each other’s clothes off.  I think he was too drunk and turned on to really take in what an amazing penthouse this was, but that would be a fun morning conversation.  I was honestly in such ecstasy and bliss that it was like a whirlwind and before I knew it Pete was on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders as I pressed my lubed dick against his opening.  

“You ever done this before?” I asked.  

“N-Never with a guy…” he responded.

I tried not to laugh as I told him, “yeah well me neither.” I was obviously speaking on behalf of the rightful owner of this body I now enjoyed, but Pete didn’t need to know that.  All he needed was this dick giving him some sweet love.  

Pete scrunched his face and grimaced as I began pushing against him.  My dick was pretty massive for a first timer, but I knew he could take it.  

“It’s gonna hurt, but then it’s gonna feel so fucking good, baby,” I assured him with my deep, smooth voice.  “That’s right, relax and let me in.”

I watched Pete squirm and breathe deeply as I pushed even harder, finally getting the head inside him.  I was actually taken aback as I felt his hole snap back tight around my shaft.  Fuuuuuckkkk this boy was tight.  He was already very red in the face, and the veins on his neck were dilated.  Pete was biting his lip and groaning in pain into a pillow, but I kept pushing into him.  

“Ohhhhh FUCK please stop!” Pete yelled as he tossed the pillow and grabbed the sheets in his clenched fists.  

I eased and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath.  I assured him that he needed to try to relax as much as possible, no matter how weird it felt.  But I stayed right there with just about 3 inches of my dick inside him until I felt the breakthrough.  And Pete felt it too as he got his hole to almost fully relax.  We made eye contact for a brief moment before I slid the last 6 inches into him in one smooth motion.  

Pete’s eyes shot wide open, and I watched him squirm beneath me, struggling to catch his breath and tossing his head around as his cock instantly hardened between us and began leaking precum by the drop.  

“Yeah you fucking love this dick, don’t you?!”

Pete just moaned in response, so I leaned down and had him wrap his legs around me as I got close enough that our chests were rubbing together.  I wanted him close as I forced our lips together and explored his mouth with my tongue.  He loved the scruff, and I could tell he loved feeling so full of my cock, but he was about to love this even more…

“huuuuhhh,” he sighed as I slowly slid about halfway out and slowly back in all the way.  I actually felt his cock throb a little against me I could tell he loved it so much.  

“You’re a quick learner,” I teased him before backing up and putting his feet back on my shoulders and grabbing his hips firmly.  “So let’s dive right in.”

Peter yelped in shock as I pulled out just enough to leave the head inside him and then pistoned back in. 

I didn’t give him time to catch his breath though.  I was immediately out, and thrusting back into him, using my body’s full strength and endurance as I powerfucked Pete’s college twink body.  I knew he could handle it, and I was so right.  

“Ohhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!  FUck that feels so gooooooood!!!! Yeah Fuck me HARDER!” Pete begged as I kept giving it to him with even more intensity.  All the strength of these stolen hips, abs, and legs were being used to give Pete even more and more.  

I wanted him so badly, I found myself leading us through a flurry of different positions.  For a few minutes I had him in the air as I stood and literally pistoned him up and down off my cock–and we both love that, but even a magnificent body like this one could only do that for so long.  I remedied this by pushing Pete up against a wall–getting a similar mid air effect, only this time I could hold Pete up against that wall way longer as I used him and thrust him full of my cock.  Eventually I was sweating so much that I just couldn’t keep a good grip on Pete so I grabbed him real good, still full inside him, and fell backwards onto the bed.  I leaned up and embraced Pete, holding him tight in my powerful arms as he took the lead and rode me there was no tomorrow.  I felt him hug me back as our sweaty chests rubbed together, and we locked our mouths together again.  Then I heard Pete really start to moan and I could feel his hole clenching.  Pete was going at it harder than ever and I knew exactly what was coming.  He let go of me and practically screamed as I grabbed his cock and began pumping him as he continued to slam himself full of my meat–and the pay off was just amazing.  His hole was going crazy as he began shooting out his load between us–coating both of our bodies as each thrust back onto my dick made him shoot out another ribbon of cum.  That was it for me–right as Pete was ending his orgasm, I was feeling mine ready to erupt, and this was going to be so much bigger than the one earlier in the day.  

Oh my fucking God, out of instsinct or maybe from all the testosterone in Chad’s body, I rolled us back over so Pete was on his back and just went at it like I didn’t even think was possible.  Pete was slackjawed and looking on the verge of consciousness as I used every last ounce of strength in this legs, hips, and core to pound and thrust harder and harder until I just started roaring with my manly voice–fuck, it was like I wanted the whole city to hear as I felt my balls tighten and I finally started erupting deep into Pete’s hole.  

I could tell Pete loved the feeling of my seed warming his insides, and I made sure that every shot was launched as deep as possible inside him, but I was cumming so fucking much that eventually it just started leaking out of him with each new thrust.  God damn, I kept pounding it into him though, finally slamming myself fully into him one last time before collapsing on top of him and pulling him into a ravenous kiss.  He wrapped his legs tightly against me to pull me close, and I loved feeling his still warm cum as our bodies rubbed together.  

I don’t know if I passed out inside him or not, but I woke up the next morning and heard the shower running.  Smirking, I got up and joined my sexy college twink right as he started lathering his hair.  

“Dude, your place is amazing!  And last night…”

Allan splashed his face with water, looking back at his reflection. Luckily, the mental exhaustion didn't show. Outwardly, he was still the charming clean-cut demigod in a white coat, even if the double shift at the St. Vincent hospital had taken its toll. Only three more hours before he could call it a day.

He was just about to leave the restroom for another examination, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. A text message from an unknown number.

"Heyyyy, sexy. Miss you already. wyd?"

Allan rolled his eyes. He didn't have many friends who would text him, and no girlfriend or hookup in particular. His work didn't leave time for that kind of commitment. The only question was: scam or wrong number?

He decided it was probably the latter, judging by the inflationary use of the letter y. He quickly typed an answer before putting the phone away.

"Sorry, miss, you've got the wrong number."

Allan liked to imagine scenarios. Perhaps here, some one night stand had left the woman a wrong number because he didn't want to be bothered by his latest conquest. And that number had turned out to be his.

His phone buzzed again just as he was examining an old lady's warts, and when he looked at the display afterwards, he saw another text message waiting for him.

"When you told me how horny you were, back in the club... I'm already growing hard again just thinking about that, sexy... ;)"

So, he had it backwards. This was a guy texting, and the girl had left a wrong number. Kind of understandable with these borderline-creepy text messages.

"Dude, it's still the wrong number. Sorry!"

Still, as he walked through the corridor, he couldn't help but wonder how the woman in question looked like. She was probably very attractive. His mind filled in all the blanks readily. Long hair, inviting lips...

A stirring in his loose clinic pants yanked him back to reality. What was he doing? He couldn't fantasize about women at work, and he absolutely could not get hard at work. His phone buzzed with another message.

"I mean, the way your muscles worked under that tight shirt of yours, and then your bulge... you had no shame whatsoever. So. Hot!"

Allan shook his head. Okay, so neither the sender nor the supposed recipient were female. This was a dude... hitting on another dude.

Of course, Allan didn't have a problem with gay people. He just didn't know any. But why didn't the man on the other side react to his replies?

A red warning sign and a little "undelivered" answered that question at least. He should just block the number and go on about his day. He still had a lot of work to do. But some part of the one-sided exchange intrigued him, enough to stop his finger hovering over the "block" button. Women he could understand, but what made a man attractive to another man?

As he continued to walk, he tried to get to the bottom of it. Muscles, apparently. He felt his pectorals brush against the coat, and his biceps touch the constricting shirt. He was proud of his body, and the long work-out sessions... No, wait, he didn't work out. Did he?

What else? The text mentioned a bulge, and Allan was fairly certain that referred to the pelvic region. His own erection throbbed. His hand went down to readjust himself, to hide his arousal, but then stopped. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Shame was constricting. Constricting like that shirt of his.

He stopped at a trash can and wiggled out of his blue shirt and tie, exposing his toned and hairless chest before putting the white coat back on and disposing of the unnecessary fabric in the trash. There, much better. There was nothing wrong with showing off your goods, right?

The nurse and the pregnant patient in the next room apparently disagreed. Both women blushed heavily and stared at him. He could see their pupils dilating. A mix between shock and desire. Well, bad luck to be them. He was a man's man, as gay as they came, and --

Wait. This wasn't right. Mumbling a "sorry," he fled the scene and dashed into an clinic room. What was he thinking? Why did he strip half-naked in the middle of work? Why did he walk around with a clearly visible erection? And why the fuck did he think he was straight?

He blinked. No, wait. Why did he think he was... straight. Yes, that way it made sense. He was a gay man. He liked dick, and ass. He was... gay. His head felt like it was filled with cotton, and he tried shaking it to shoo away the strange thoughts, but was interrupted by another message.

"I couldn't wait to touch you, feel that stubble on my face, your hot dick in my hand... Fuck, I'm so horny again."

The text was accompanied by a picture. A pair of underwear tented by an erection, the tip wet. He licked his lips subconsciously. It was a large bulge, but not as large as his. Checking that the door was closed, he stripped out of his pants and watched his own underwear throb in arousal. With each pulse, it extended a bit longer, and with each extension, his underwear changed, from a pair of loose boxer shorts to something tighter, more form-fitting. Something pronouncing his assets rather than hiding them away.

Fuck yeah. He couldn't stop himself from playing with his clothed cock for a bit before snapping a picture and sending it back. It, too, quickly went to "undelivered", but something else caught his eye. His first reply showed a check mark now. But was that what he had written? He read over the message again and scratched the stubble on his chin. "Just work, boring af. What you miss about me?"

Allan slowly nodded. Yes. That made sense. It sounded like something he'd text. He looked around. Work was boring as fuck. He mostly hid away in empty rooms to watch TV or jerk off. Men had needs, after all, who if not doctors would understand that. Not that he'd knew anything about that fucking medical crap, he was just the janitor.

Speaking of which. Only two more hours until the end of his shift. Surely nobody would mind if he clocked out a little early. He didn't bother to put on more clothes again as he made his way back to the locker rooms. More than a few heads turned, but he didn't care. He was proud of his body. The phone he was holding buzzed.

"Fuck, my apartment still smells like you, stud. I can't wait to bury myself in that forest of chest hair and sniff you again."

Heh. Yeah. That needy bitch knew what he wanted. Good. Because if there was anything Al had a lot of, it was hair and the smell of man. He hadn't showered in weeks, because he knew fucking well needy bottoms like this one loved it. He snapped another picture of his magnificent body in the locker room and send it, together with "Oh yeah? Can't wait? Then prepare your holes, bitch. I'm over in twenty."

He scrolled back at the lewd exchange. He probably shouldn't be sexting during work, but fuck was it fun to lead that bottom on with every message. Well, sexting and jerking off only got you so far. Time for the real thing.

Al threw on a pair of gym shorts and some sneakers before he started jogging, occasionally shouting lewd comments at guys in the street. His car had broken down last week and he somehow knew the bitch he was heading to wouldn't mind if he worked up a sweat.

Profile: I’m a little confused why they need a pic of me but I send a pic of myself anyways (A skinny twink in his early 20s)

Object: I scroll down to sex objects and select fleshlight

Duration: Its pretty worn out and might break if its used too hard. Immediately I think of a big cock breaking my fleshlight open. I select custom and put in, until it breaks.

Special request: I type in a jock with a big cock.

Before I submit my request I give the website another quick scan. Wait did that say I’d be turned into the object? I shake my head, that doesn’t even make sense, I must be really sleep deprived. I click send on my request. Still as I try to go to sleep I can’t get the thought of actually turning into a fleshlight out of my head.

Rent-A-Thing — Fleshlight

The next morning, you get up early. It's a busy Saturday, as usual. First gym, treadmill to maintain your skinny physique. Then, hair stylist. You greet Pearl, your platonic BFFFFF with a kiss on the cheek. She's not the only reason you visit the hair stylist twice a week, but it helps.

As Pearl begins to work on your rainbow-colored hair, you begin to yap about everything new that happened to you during the last three days of your exciting life. Of course, having neither shame nor secrets from Pearl, you also mention the website you found yesterday, Rent-A-Thing.

"No way!" she gasps and her scissors clack. "Honey, you're impossible. You want to lend someone your fleshlight?! And you put up a profile, with a picture of your face? Gurl, I would die!"

"Yep!" you grin. "Used the same pic I've got on my Grindr. Imagine the guy's face when he comes to collect his fleshlight."

You don't mention your fantasy of actually becoming the sex toy. You don't have secrets from Pearl, but you don't need the entire salon to know your kinky fantasies. That's where you draw the line. They'd have to buy you a cocktail first.

You have a good laugh with Pearl before you proceed to the tanning salon.

You have just arrived back home in the afternoon when your phone rings. It's Pearl.

"Oh. My. God. You won't believe it!" she exclaims the moment you accept. In the background, you hear an unfamiliar chime coming from your phone.

"I just had a customer who was a total hunk. I'm talking beefcake here, gurl!"

You snort and get comfortable. "Okay? Tell me everything!"

Pearl leaves nothing out.

"Oh my gawd. So, he's a total hunk. Huge, tall, muscular. He's like, I swear, I think he could crush me with his hands! And these tattoos! So, anyway. We chatted a bit, and I told him about this website, and he was all, 'No way!' and I said, 'Yes way! And my gay best friend is on it, too,' and I gave him your name..."

"Hold on. You gave Mr. Hunk my name?! And he's hot?"

You subconsciously lick your lips. This is hardly the first time Pearl has set you up with someone, and she has really good taste.

"So, what did he say?"

"He's coming to get your fleshlight," she chirps, and you can't help but giggle. "His name is Sean, by the way."

"Oh, honey, he's gonna get so much more than an old fleshlight."

Just then, the doorbell rings.

"Oh my gawd! I think this is him," you swoon.

"You have to tell me everything, gurl!" Pearl says. Feeling a bit naughty, you mute the speaker but leave the call and the mic open, putting your phone face down on the table. You'll end it before it gets too personal. Probably. The doorbell rings again.

"I'm coming!" you call, and open the door. Wow. A-wow. Pearl was not wrong. You lick your lips again.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

The tall man standing in the doorway smiles and looks down at you.

"Hey, I'm here to collect."

He's got a deep voice, and there's a hint of playfulness in his smile. His eyes scan you from head to toe. Without waiting for you, he enters.

"Collect what, sir?"

"Don't play dumb," he says. Your eye falls on his pants.

"Huh. Is that a gun, or are you happy to see me?"

You didn't plan on saying that, but the man just chuckles darkly.

"You don't get an offer like that every day," he says and readjusts himself. "So, you wanna be my fleshlight until you break apart? Is that it?"

Your eyes widen, and you think back to the phone on the table. You don't have secrets from Pearl. She knows all about your kinks. Even so, you can't help but blush a bit.

"That's what the website said," you nod.

"Hm. I liked it better when you called me sir."

You bite your lower lip. This is hot.

"So, uh, sir. Would you like to, um, test me out, or what?"

His grin is wolfish.

"Yeah. Get on your knees."

He pulls out a phone and presses a green "Claim" button. You drop to your knees, and before you know it, he's opened his belt and let his pants slide down his hips. You're greeted by the largest, most delicious dick you've ever seen, and it's right in front of your face.

"What are you waiting for? Open your mouth, fleshlight!"

"Yes, sir!" you grin and open your mouth. The fleshlight fantasy is doing a lot for you, and you are rock hard in your tight and stylish pants as well. Your head feels dizzy, and you wonder what Pearl thinks. So much for ending the call before it gets too personal.

The man doesn't hesitate and grabs the back of your head, shoving it onto his cock with surprising strength. You're an expert at deep-throating and let him slip all the way in as he presses your face to his groin. This is how a real fleshlight must feel.

Almost immediately, you feel him pulling on your hair, pulling you almost off his dick again, before reversing again.

"Yeah, that's a good little fucktoy," he growls.

The words are like fuel on the fire. You're not sure if you're feeling particularly lightheaded from the lack of air, but your head feels strange. All sensation concentrates on your mouth and your throat. Your jaw starts to feel strange, and not the kind of strange that comes from a deep-throating workout. Something is happening.

With every thrust, your body gets lighter and smaller, disappearing entirely into your head. It's a good thing Sean is holding your head, because after a few more thrusts, there is nothing else left to hold you. His grip changes, and from the corner of your eye, you can see all rainbow-colored hair falling out, leaving you smooth and... hard? At the same time, your lips puff out in silicone, and your throat straightens. The silicone grows inward, coating the tight space inside you.

It's a weird feeling, being a fleshlight. But it's not an unpleasant feeling. Actually, quite the opposite. You feel useful, and the thought of having a huge, throbbing dick in you is the only thing on your mind. Sean is moaning loudly now as he pounds you like a jackhammer, without any mercy. His grip on your outer shell is strong and manly, and you can feel the material dent under his hands.

"Fuck yes. Such a good fucktoy. I'm gonna use the hell out of you," Sean says. His voice is hoarse and thick with lust.

Finally, with a last big thrust, his grip becomes even tighter. You can feel a hair fissure forming just as he cums inside you. Or, not inside you. Inside the silicone cavity.

"Oh yeah. Fuck. That was nice," he pants, and you can feel his dick growing softer. Then, suddenly, it disappears. You feel empty.

"I'm gonna use you every fucking day until you break, little fucktoy. You like that, don't you?"

You wish you could tell him, but there's no way. You are a fleshlight now, and nothing else.

Your owner does as he told you. Mercilessly, he uses your silicone form every day. It's all you have to live for. It's your purpose in life, and you love it. He's brutal and doesn't care for you. Every time you break a bit more, become more of your owner's property. You'll give it a few months, tops, until you break. And you doubt that when you turn back after that, you'll want to do anything but pleasure your owner ever again.

Bio: I'm in my early 30s and currently in grad school. Average build- I like going to the gym, but definitely have a sweet tooth. Dark hair, pale skin.

Item: I selected clothing. I have a whole lot of clothing I'd be happy to rent out. I have some compression shirts/shorts that I don't use too much. I also wouldn't mind getting rid of my ex-boyfriend's old jockstrap that he left here.

Duration: Honestly, they can keep them, so I set it for about 6 months. I don't think I'll miss any of those things for that long and if they wanted to buy them outright at the end of the 6-months, I'd let them.

Special Requests: Whoever rents these should probably be athletic- hockey players are always cool. But I can't help but wonder if my ex is on the app lol. He can have his stupid jockstrap back I guess. Besides, for all his faults, he was quite a gym bunny.

Rent-A-Thing — Your ex-boyfriend's jockstrap

You wake up to an unfamiliar chime. Reaching for your phone, you see an unfamiliar notification from an unfamiliar app. “Contract accepted. Pickup at 9 AM.”

Slowly, your memory returns. The late-night browsing, the website you signed up for... You remember putting up your ex-boyfriend’s old jockstrap for rent. You would have selected more, but since you’re a first-time user, it would only let you list one item. Truth be told, you don’t even know why you haven’t thrown it away yet, but now some weirdo wants to have it and will come pick it up in... fifteen minutes?

You groan and fall out of bed. You remember something about the wording on the website being off, but you also remember the part about getting paid by the hour. Holy shit! Who would have thought that your asshole-ex’s old underwear would actually earn you some money?

There’s just one problem: you have to find it first. Putting your phone away, you get to work, tearing your tiny studio apartment apart until you find the dirty, yellowed jock. It was hidden away under the bed, together with a box of porn and some socks. No time to wash it now, but you reckon that whoever pays money to lend a used jockstrap doesn’t want it washed, anyway.

You have just put it into a plastic bag when the doorbell rings. Shit! You throw on a pair of sweatpants, fail to find a shirt on short notice and open the door, only to take two steps back when you see an awfully familiar smug grin.

“Oz?!”

Your ex, in the flesh, takes a step into your apartment, looking around.

“Well, well, well. Imagine my surprise when I browsed RaT this morning and found you with your stupid bathroom selfie. And ‘jockstrap’? Really? I didn’t know you were into that, you kinky fucker.”

He shrugs. “But I recently noticed I’m one short.”

You have recovered enough for your surprise to turn into annoyed anger, and throw him the plastic bag. “Choke on it!”

Out of reflex, Oz catches the bag and briefly examines its contents before dropping it to the floor.

“Cute, but I don’t want mine back. I want a new one. And I’ve got a contract here that says I’m going to get one.”

He gestures with his phone, with a familiar white app open, and a big, green button saying “Claim”, that he taps with his thumb.

“Well, I don’t have a new one. Piss off!” you say, but your mouth feels dry all of a sudden.

“Oh, don’t worry. That won’t be a problem for much longer,” he says and crowds your space. You back away from the admittedly fit guy until you feel the wall at your back. Oz has put his phone away and plants his hands left and right to your head, caging you in.

He must have come straight from the gym, you realize, at least judging by his smell. You blink. You can’t remember him smelling that intensely before. Is something wrong with your nose?

“On your knees,” he says. His voice has a predatory edge to it.

“What? No! Fuck you! Get out!” you protest.

“Too bad you don’t get a say in that — or anything else — anymore for the next, what? Six months? You really are a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”

With these words, he puts both of his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down with surprising force. Or rather, with normal force, and your resistance is surprisingly weak. In a fluid motion, he pushes down his gym shorts. No underwear, but a hard cock you’re unfortunately familiar with.

“Missed it? I’ve got good news for you. You’re about to get really close for a really long time now.”

His hand — has it always been that big? — pushes from the back of your head until your lips touch his glistening cock head. The smell is much stronger here, and you find yourself wanting nothing more than to put it in your mouth. It’s big. Definitely bigger than you remember. It’s so big it fills your entire vision, making you unable to focus on anything else. You barely hear his chuckle as you take his leaking cock into your dry mouth, all the way in, until it collides with the skin on the back of your head.

Wait. That’s not how heads work. What is going on?! You look up and see Oz towering over you, a giant in a giant place.

No! He hasn’t gotten bigger. You have gotten smaller! Fuck! What is going on?

Your entire head stretches over his pulsing dick now, and you can feel his hand massaging the back of it. No, he is not massaging your head. He is massaging himself through your head!

Your body is too weak to kneel upright anymore, and your entire weight hangs on his cock. That shouldn’t be possible. You swing your arms around his waist for stabilization, watching in horror as they turn into a wide elastic band, fusing at the back where just a moment ago your hands had been.

All on their own, your shrinking legs swing between his massive thighs, connecting to your arm-waistband at the side and back. They, too, turn into straps, framing his ass cheeks perfectly.

Only then, you realize: You are turning into a jockstrap! You try to wiggle, say something, but all that comes out is a very weak rustling sound as your head turns into cotton, with all your senses, touch, smell, and taste focused solely on the price inside of it: your ex-boyfriend’s cock!

“Fuuuck, that’s hot,” he says, and the length in you throbs one more time before your insides are filled with hot, sticky liquid. When you were together, you never swallowed, but now you have no choice. His cum permeates your being, and everything smells and tastes like Oz.

You feel a pat on your pouch-body.

“Good jockstrap. Just so you know, I don’t plan on washing you. Or taking you off for long. Enjoy your six months, looser.”

When he pulls up his gym shorts over your changed form, you feel conflicted. The thought of serving as a piece of underwear for six months should be close to horrifying. But it doesn’t feel that way when you are enclosed in the warm, damp prison of his shorts. It fills you with a strange serendipity. Perhaps that will wear off at some point, but you can always look forward to the third of a million dollars your ex-boyfriend-now-owner will have paid you afterwards.

“Dude, I don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get?” Mike grinned.

The two men paused their jog, taking a few deep breaths and basking in the warmth of the summer air. Jason wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked towards his friend.

“I guess I can understand it, well in theory.” Jason continues, running a hand through his blond hair, “But you’re telling me you’ll fuck around for hours and still not blow? Like, what’s the point?”

“That is the point, bro.” Mike stretches his muscular arms, “When you're right on the edge, so close to release... it's like nothing else. Fuck... and when you do finally let go.” His grin widens, “Fucking mind-blowing, best orgasm you’ll ever have.”

“Yeah but dude, isn't it just torture? Having to hold back all that time?” Jason shakes his head, “I'd rather just bust a nut and be done with it. Fuck, how do you get anything done? I feel like I’d be so fucking horny all day.”

Mike chuckles and slaps Jason on the back, “Oh man, it’s about the journey, not the destination. And that journey could last for hours, even days if you get as good as me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Hours? Days? Dude, I don't know if my balls could take that much punishment. Sounds like a case of self-inflicted blue balls.”

“Ah you’re boring, man.” Mike shrugs, “But if you ever want a lesson.” He winks playfully.

“Gross dude.” Jason chuckles, “You do you, man. Just glad I’m not your cock.”

“You wish you were.” Mike laughs, “C’mon, lets finish this run.”

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It’s the next morning when Jason is awakened by the sound of an unfamiliar alarm.

“Ugh fuck.” He thinks. His body feels stiff- more so than what he would’ve expected from the intensity of his workout yesterday, “I didn’t go that hard.” He thinks, his thoughts shifting to the blaring alarm, “Okay, okay... I can’t see anything...” It was so dark, and he was covered in warm fabric, “Those black out curtains are good...” He tries to reach out towards the sound of the alarm, “My arms... I can’t move my arms...” It’s a strange sensation, as if he doesn’t have arms to move.

As the realization slowly dawns on Jason, panic begins to set in. He tries to sit up, to move his legs, but feels only a strange, throbbing heat emanating from below. Each movement he makes just causes his body to twitch. He tries again and again to move, but nothing responds to his mental commands. Even his desperate attempts to call out for help are useless. No words are able to leave his mouth, which feels forced open in an circular shape. The only thing Jason can feel is his form rubbing against something soft with each weak twitch of his stiff body.

“Ugh fuck...” Jason perks up at the sound of Mike voices, “God damnit... this fuckin’ alarm.”

The alarm is silenced and Mike throws the sheets off of him. The light shines through the room, illuminating it and giving Jason a better view. Jason can barely process his new perspective. He finds himself looking directly up at Mike's toned abdominal muscles, the individual abs clearly defined. His gaze traces up further, taking in the expansive, sculpted pectoral muscles above. To either side of Jason, towering and filling his entire field of vision, are Mike's colossal thighs. He can feel the warmth radiating from them.

“C’mon dude! Don’t you see me?” Jason thinks, an increasing sense of panic welling up from inside him.

Mike yawns and looks down, a slow grin forming across his face. Jason can feel Mike’s eyes on him and he wants to ask why the hell his buddy is smiling at him. More importantly, he wanted to ask why the fuck he was apparently in his bed, wedged between his bro’s thighs. But he couldn’t- for whatever reason he could form the words.

“Well hello there, handsome.” Mike chuckles to himself, “Looks like someone's ready to start the day.” Mike reaches down at wraps his meaty hand around his throbbing cock.

A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through Jason's entire being as he feels Mike's strong hand wrap around his body. The sensation is overwhelming - every nerve ending seems to come alive at once. He can feel the texture of Mike's skin, the slight calluses on his palm, the firm yet gentle grip. As Mike begins to stroke, slowly at first then picking up speed, waves of ecstasy pulse through Jason's new body. He twitches and throbs in Mike's grasp, growing even harder.

“Oh god oh fuck what the hell is happening?! I.... ohhhh.... please stop..... I'm not a dick.... I'm not a damn cock! I’m a man!”

Jason's mind reels as the sensations intensify. Mike's grip tightens, stroking faster now. Jason's thoughts grow increasingly slurred and fragmented.

“Nnngh f-fuck... s'too much...” Jason's brain fogs over with each pump of Mike's fist. The pleasure is all-consuming, wiping away coherent thought, “Can't... can't think straight...”As Mike's strokes become more urgent, Jason's resolve crumbles. The boundaries of his identity blur and fade, “I'm... I'm not... hnnngh! 

Jason's protests dissolve. In his hazy, lust-addled state, the idea of being separate from Mike's cock starts to seem absurd. After all, everything that made him Jason was gone. His firm pecs, muscular arms, toned legs- gone, his body just a veiny, thick shaft. His handsome features, killer smile- gone, just a pink cock head. Jason's mind goes completely blank as the pleasure peaks. All rational thought vanishes, replaced only by pure, primal need.

“Yes... I am a cock... Mike's cock...” Jason thinks, his remaining shreds of identity merging fully with his new role, “This is all I am, all I've ever been...” His purpose becomes clear, “Need... to... cum...”

But the hand stops. And as it does, Mike throws back his head and moans, basking in the pleasure and pain of denied release. All the while, Jason is suddenly jolted back to reality, his thoughts becoming clear, as a sense of clarity washes over him.

“Fuck...” He thinks as he regains focus, “I nearly...”

A sense of dread washes over him. He was so close. So close to losing himself. If Mike hadn’t stopped... if he kept going...

“...and when you do finally let go... Fucking mind-blowing...”

Mike’s words repeat in Jason’s consciousness. And Jason realizes that there is certainly a truth to his bro’s statement. If... when Mike finally released... Jason tries to push the thought out of his head. He had time- maybe he could find a way to communicate or reverse this. But before he can think more on it, Jason feels his perspective change again as Mike gets out of bed.

“Gotta hit the gym first.” Mike mumbles, grinning down at his slowly softening dick, “It’s been a few days, hasn’t it? Workout first, then...”

And Jason begins to realize he might not have as much time left as he thought. Mike grabs a pair of compression shorts and plunges Jason back into darkness, the feeling of the soft fabric teasing him even more. His thoughts growing foggy once again as each of Mike’s movements send a wave of pleasure and pain down the length of his sensitive, semi-hard body. The aching need nearly unbearable. Despite his earlier determination to escape this predicament, a small part of Jason finds himself craving the release he was denied. To fully experience Mike's take on edging.

The final story in the Love Languages series to finish off February. Check out the others: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, and Receiving Gifts. Enjoy!

Thomas moaned into the kiss with his boyfriend, Will. The two quickly stripped out of their clothes, their hands greedily roaming one another's bodies. Their kiss broke, Thomas looked up at his slightly taller boyfriend and grinned.

"Physical touch," he said, his hand caressing his boyfriend's smooth pec. "Makes sense, right?"

"Yeah," Will breathed, leaning down to capture Thomas's lips again,

"Fuck, that feels good." Thomas gasped as he broke the kiss. Will grinned, squeezing his boyfriend's ass and sending another wave of electric pleasure throughout his body, "Will..." He moaned.

"You like that, don't you?"

He gasped as Will tweaked a nipple, arching into the sensation. "Oh fuck, Will… Feels so good."

"What does?" Will asked, trailing kisses along Thomas's jawline.

"This… everything. Your hands on me…"

Thomas panted heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust as Will continued to explore his body. Even the slightest graze of skin against skin sent shockwaves of ecstasy through him.

"I need you," Thomas whimpered desperately, grinding his hips up against Will's. "Inside me…" He bit his lip as he looked up at Will.

Will smirked, and pushed his boyfriend into the bed. Thomas let out another gasp as even the cool sheets made his body twitch with pleasure. His thoughts were racing, mind spinning as he tried to process the growing pleasure.

"Will... My head..."

But before he could continue, Will had lined himself up and pushed inside him with one swift thrust. Thomas cried out, the intense fullness almost too much to bear. He had bottomed before. Felt Will's cock inside him. But this was something different entirely. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth went slack as his boyfriend continued to fuck him.

"Don't stop. Harder. Fuck…" Thomas gripped the sheets tightly, drool falling from his mouth, "Oh fuck… you feel so good."

Each deep thrust sent ripples of euphoria coursing through Thomas's body. His mind was hazy, thoughts scattered. But as Will hammered away relentlessly, Thomas felt a tingling in his limbs- a new heaviness. Through half-lidded eyes, he glanced at his arms.

"W-What?" Thomas managed to gasp out between moans. His arms were shrinking quickly into his body. "W-Will... Something's wrong... I don't know…" He winced as the same feeling built in his legs- they too were shrinking.

But Will didn't seem to hear him, lost in his own world of lust. Will moaned and continued to thrust, totally unaware of Thomas's growing concern.

"Oh fuck…" Will grunted.

Will slowed his rhythm, stopping his thrusts entirely. Instead, he reached down to run his hands along Thomas's rapidly shrinking body. His moans became louder as he continued to run his hand up and down Thomas, seemingly deriving more and more pleasure from simply stroking his boyfriend.

"W-Will…" Thomas gurgled on something in the back of his throat, "Ohhhhhh." Salty fluid leaked from the corners of Thomas's mouth.

Thomas tried to wipe away the liquid leaking from his mouth, but he found his arms had nearly vanished into his torso. And while Thomas wanted to cry out, scream, and beg Will to stop- the bliss he was feeling from Thomas's rough, calloused hands on his skin made coherent thought nearly impossible. Meanwhile, Will grunted as his muscles expanded outward rapidly under his skin.

"W-Will?" Thomas tried to say in between the bouts of fluid leaking from his mouth.

But Will was oblivious, too busy pumping his boyfriend's shrinking body. Will didn't notice how his pecs expanded outwards into two slabs of muscle. Or how his arms bulged and veins popped as his biceps and triceps expanded beneath his skin. Nor was he aware of the coarse hair that sprouted along his chest and new abs. He rocked his thickening hips lazily, moaning shamelessly as his larger hands gripped and pumped his boyfriend's now increasingly tubular shaped body.

"A-Ahhh! Oh fuck!" Thomas tried to scream as he watched his hair fall out in clumps, leaving behind a bald, shiny scalp.

"Fuck... brah... this feels..." Will bit his lip, gripping Thomas harder and pumping with more force, "Fuck..." Facial hair sprouted from his previously clean-shaven face, quickly thickening into a scraggly beard.

Thomas could feel something building within him. His form throbbing as his arms and legs fulled vanished into what had been his torso. By this time, his torso had seemingly gone through its own metamorphosis. With each pump of Will's meatier hand, Thomas's features simplified. Each pump shaping Thomas's previously toned form into that of a thick, fleshy cylinder.

"W-Will! Staahhhhhh…"

Fluids poured freely from Thomas's slack mouth as it stretched and warped, reshaping itself into a single gaping slit.

"Nnnggghhhh…"

Will groaned, his voice deeper and rougher than before as he pumped faster. He only let up for a moment, to spit in his hand, before wrapping his saliva-coated hand around Thomas's new cylindrical body- pumping quickly along the slick surface. Thomas couldn't speak now as his mouth fixed itself into a slit. He could only stare out in front of him as Will used his thumb and caressed his head. And while Thomas knew he should be scared and horrified, his mind was fogging over at an alarming pace. Consumed with thoughts of pleasure, bliss, and wanting nothing more to be used by the man who had once been his boyfriend.

"W-Will..." Thomas could barely string together a coherent thought as Will's hands teased his head, "P-please... I don't..."

The last vestiges of Thomas's face melted away, leaving behind only a bulbous tip and a thick shaft. No eyes, no nose, no ears - just a perfect, thick pink cock-head.

"Yes, yes, fuck!" Will growled, "Gonna... gonna..!"

As Will frantically rubbed Thomas's transformed body, Thomas could feel the build-up in the back of his new throat. But it was just more than Will's seed. No, it carried something more. Thomas could see glimpses of places he'd never been, faces he'd never met, hopes he never had. And with sickening clarity, he realized what it was. All of Will's identity. All of the unique traits that defined him. His quirks, opinions, experiences, memories, hopes, dreams, fears. Everything that made Will, well Will. The entirety of Will, his loving boyfriend, was contained within it. And he was about to release.

"The fuck? No no no no no--!"

Horror lanced through Thomas as realization set in. What would happen to Will if he came. What would…

"…no no no please…" Thomas begged silently, knowing it was already too late.

Will tensed above him, his muscles flexing as he let out a long, low moan. Then, with a final shudder, he released. His very essence- all of who he was beyond a horny, lustful gooner- draining away with his orgasm. Thomas could only watch as the memories, emotions, knowledge, flowed out of his new body and onto his hairy abs. And the worst part? Thomas felt so good, consumed in the bliss of the orgasm that stole his loving, thoughtful boyfriend from the world.

"Fuck yeah…" Will grunted, his sweaty, muscular, and hairy form collapsed into bed. His dick still semi-hard, throbbing, and leaking.

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Two weeks passed since that day. And in those two weeks, Thomas was able to find out just what kind of man Will had become.

"Ah fuck... So good..."

Will, his once thoughtful and caring boyfriend, was sprawled across the bed, stroking himself vigorously. Building up the pleasure, just to stop, and then start up again. His eyes glazed over as he focused solely on building and denying his pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh..."

He moaned as he pumped his cock with his meaty hand. Between gooning, he was in the gym, somehow gaining even more mass since that fateful night. His muscles bulging obscenely beneath his sweat-slicked skin, coarse hairs dampened with sweat covered his chest and abs, leading down to a thick, musky bush surrounding his swollen balls.

"So close... so close..."

Will's hand slid up and down Thomas's length, squeezing and twisting. Pleasure sparked through Thomas's body. Intense as always, mind numbing. His thick, hard, sweat-slicked body throbbing with the ache for release.

And in that musky, slovenly, dark bedroom, as Will continued to goon away, Thomas was trapped. Only able to revel in the man's physical touch.

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Tyler wanted to be strong and healthy. At 22 years old, he had stuck to the nerd and geek stereotype as close as he could, because it was what gave him purpose. He dreamed he would create something he could be proud of.

But he couldn't. Even after graduating, he just couldn't find pride in his programming work. All he did was copy another programmer's code and made adjustments to make it work.

All while he surfed the internet and fantasized about all the jockification stories he read online. Oh, he wanted it to happen to him so badly. But it wasn't something magical that would just occur out of nowhere, he knew he needed to work towards it.

It was why he bought the weight sets, the gym wear. He was addicted to the idea.

He found the stuff for cheap online, easy to get it all when he knows the deeper and secluded parts of the world wide web.

He set to work. To get him motivated, he employed a reputable hypnotist to make him better with hypnosis, making him far more susceptible to suggestions.

Workout motivation files were the first he used. Akin to taking his own programming, making alterations, and using it, he did so to his mind. Workout became integrated into his daily routine that everything fell into place.

He didn't notice his body bulking bigger and faster. Each session he did with the equipment growing his body, but at a cost.

Something in his head changed thanks to the workout sessions, the hypnosis files that gradually turned to jockification. He wanted it, he believed it to work.

The weights, the files, both worked wonders to him. While he still worked to maintain income, it was all to fuel his addiction to becoming a jock, a meathead. He didn't even notice that he was enjoying football now, cheering for a team he previously found boring.

It was working.

Now, he was considering; Should he take the plunge and fully commit to becoming a jock

Or should he stop now, continue being a muscular nerd.