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Wanna eat big on your vacation without any loss of abs?

Possess the hot guy next to you and bulk him up at the buffet to your hearts content 😈

I looked around the locker room, hoping no one was watching. Luckily, it was empty. No coach, no players. I was free to enjoy my typical Friday night ritual. I’d tried this with Warren’s cleats after a long game, or Chase’s sneakers after basketball practice, but I always wanted to try with Coach Halvorson’s Nike trainers. Turning to my right, I saw them on the bench next to the bench where I was sitting. I smiled as the smell hit me, the smell that only comes from a pair of worn out, sweaty shoes. They were perfect.

I reached down, picking up the sneaker. It had been soaked with sticky sweat for the past few days, the sweat dripping slowly onto the floor. He wore them all the time, on the field, in the halls, in the gym… Looking down at the floor, there was a thick dark streak, running from the shoe on the left to the shoe on the right. The streaks seemingly got wider and wider as I watched. It squirmed and pulsated, but I couldn’t look away.

Looking down at the shoe, the inside had a strange black sludge on it. It wasn’t like just a few drops, there were big clumps and pools of it. I looked up, hoping the coach hadn’t seen me looking, and it was clear he hadn’t. The blinds were still drawn in the coaches office, he wouldn’t come out for another hour or so.

Looking down at his Nikes again, I knew what I had to do. Taking off my own shoes, I started to slip one of his on. Immediately, they felt strange and slimy against my foot, but I figured it was part of the reason why I loved wearing them so much. It was kind of like my body fitting perfectly to the shoes I wanted to wear. I brought one to my nose, as I inhaled his heavy ripe scent deeply into my lungs. It was intoxicating. Just as I’d imagined they’d be.

Looking at the dirty soles of his shoes, I started to feel the need to taste them, the need to smell his sweaty feet on my own. I was so absorbed, so enamoured with the sensation of his grimy sweat on my feet and his stink in my lungs that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me.

“So you have a foot thing, huh Collin?” I heard him say, hovering above me.

Of course it was a foot thing. I wanted to run my tongue over the dirty soles, so I could taste him on them. I wanted to taste him, feel his feet, feeling his warmth on my face.

I didn’t answer him, instead keeping my face buried in the shoe. The scent was hypnotic, mystifying, unlike anything I’d ever smelled before.

“You wanna be like me, don’t you Collin? You wanna be like Coach Halvorson, don’t you?” Absentmindedly, I nodded. I was barely in control of myself, marginally cognizant. “Well, you can, boy. But you need to let me in.”

Pulling myself away from the shoe, I shook my head, looking up at the man standing in front of me. The sweat was pouring from him, dripping on the floor as he spoke, and it smelt like sweat, of course, it smelt like sweat.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, no, no,” I repeated over and over again. But he knew deep down I wanted it so bad, to be like him. He took the shoe from my hands, and slipped it onto my foot. I gasped at the feeling of the strange sludge meeting my cold foot, before he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him.

“Come on, Collin, you know you want it. You have to want it. Let me in. You need this. You know it. It’s only the first step, but it’s a big step, and it’s going to make you feel like a god.” I could feel the sludge start to move and squirm in the smelly shoes as he spoke to me. He smirked, I felt the soles of my feet burn as I felt the thick wetness start to move through the soles of his trainers, prodding between my toes.

“You know you want it, don’t you?” he asked again, “You’re a god. You’re an alpha. It’s in you. You feel it Collin, don’t lie to yourself.”

I shook my head, looking down at the sneakers and thinking of what he said. Was it true? Was I a god? He seemed to know so much about me, like he was reading my thoughts. He looked at me, smirking.

“Your body’s starting to do things to you, you’re just starting to get this feeling, to feel it in you. Just a little bit of it, I’ll give you more. I’ll take your mind. You’ll give it up, because you know you want it.”

I looked away from him, unable to look at his eyes. They were so dark, they were deep black, not brown as they were before, but like a midnight black abyss. In mere seconds, the sludge slammed into my foot, and started to seep into my skin between my toes. I felt my body start to react to it, a rush of excitement and euphoria flowing through me. It was making me tingle, all over, starting to spread under my skin.

“Come on Collin,” he said to me, smiling, “you want to know how to make the others worship you? How to make them submit to you? How to control them, make them see things as you do? It’s not that hard, Collin. We all have our moments when our urges take over, when our lust gets the best of us. And this is your moment.”

I shook my head again, but I knew he was right. I could see my reflection in his eyes. I looked back up at him, his eyes seemed so inviting. I was getting aroused at the thought of becoming just like him, as the sludge began to move up into my legs. I could feel the warm liquid spreading up my inner thighs, and my legs started to quiver before inflating with the mysterious warm slime. Coach smiled as the tendrils wriggled around under my skin, and he could see me beginning to grow. I don’t know how, but I knew he could see the black wetness seeping through the soles of his trainers into me.

My feet were now size 13, comfortably fitting the gigantic sneakers, and the wet sludge was now pushing through my veins… No, coursing through my veins, making me feel better than ever, stronger than ever. I hadn’t ever felt it before, that feeling of being a god, that feeling that you are more powerful than everyone else. My muscular legs now pulsated with sludge, as it squirmed up into my groin and belly, and started to spread.

“Come on, Collin, I’ve waited for this a long time, and I know you want it. Let me in.” He laughed. He laughed, because he knew he could get what he wanted, what he had always wanted, and he was going to take it. The sweat poured down my back as I stood there, watching the man proudly smirking and smelling his sweat, making my head spin and tingle. I could hear my stomach begin to growl and slosh as abs bubbled up and tightened.

“Look at me,” he said, reaching out to grab my chin. My head was still spinning, as I felt myself falling. “Look at me, Collin, and know that it’s only the beginning.”

I looked up at him, his eyes burning as he stared down at me and pulled me close. He grabbed my chest as my pecs were filled with the sludge, and slammed me against the wall. His hands massaged my meaty chest while I could smell the wafting scent of his pits tickling my nose.

“I’ll be in your head, Collin, inside your thoughts. I’ll be in your dreams. I’ll be in your fantasies, and I’ll be in your dreams. I’ll make you my project. I’ll control you. You’ll become an alpha, you’ll be an alpha, and they worship you, Collin. They will worship you.”

He laughed at me as the sludge began to move and seep through my body, flooding me. My arms grew, my biceps swelling and tingling, and my triceps felt as though they were inflating balloons as my skin stretched with the sludge. My hands grew to almost twice their size, and the sludge continued to flow, making them thicker and calloused. My muscles became more tense, and my body felt as though it was going to explode.

His words rang in my head, he was going to be in my head, my dreams, my fantasies, I was going to be his project. It was too late for objections. I was going to be his. I was going to be a god, just like him. The world around me became foggy as the slime finally slithered up my throat, and filled my mouth and nose. I could taste it now, and it was so sweet. My head throbbed and felt as though it was going to burst.

The blackness overtook my vision, seeping through my pupils, and into my head. I was going to be a god. It was happening. This was how it was going to be.

The coach turned to me, a huge grin on his face. I could feel my skull cracking and reforming in his hand. My face was swelling, and my skin, hair, and eyes were bulging outwards. I felt myself finally firming up in his hands, as his essence slipped into my brain.

I could hear him talking in my head, whispering who I truly was. I could see myself on the field, playing football, lacrosse, soccer… I was wearing a number fifty one jersey, the crowds adoring me. The years passed by in my mind’s eye, a decade in mere moments. Countless games, all four years of university, I had even played Minor League for a few years before meeting Coach Halvorson, and letting him guide me, hire me as his assistant coach.

My eyes shot open, completely black for a moment before becoming a bright, vivid blue. I gasped for breath, beadlets of sweat running down my farmer’s tanned skin. The smell of my sweat was strong, as it was always after a game. Halvorson stood before me, offering his hand.

“Coach Braxton, welcome back.” I stood up, only fragments of my former self remaining in my deepest subconscious. I was so tall, I was ripped, and I was tough. I was a coach. “Let’s go, Collin. We have post-game with the team. They are all waiting.”

He tossed me my shirt and my shorts. I put them on as I walked towards the door, and towards my team, ready to meet them.

“Hold up, I’m gonna need those back,” motioning to his shoes on my feet. “Here, take yours.” Tossing me my own trainers, ripe and slick with black sludge. I eagerly put them on, exchanging his back. He threw his arm around me, letting me take in that pit stink I loved to huff after hours, and we left the locker room to the sounds of our rowdy boys.

This story was commissioned by @yffrit . I hope you like it buddy!!!

“Happy Birthday!!!!” Josh and Matt hold out a small, messily gift-wrapped package.

“Thanks, you guys.” Nate smiles as he takes the gift from his friends and starts to unwrap it.

“It’s…… a cap?” He frowns slightly as he turns it in his hands and looks it over.

“Yeah, we saw it and couldn’t help but think of you!” Josh said with a big grin.

Nate sighs. He can’t even begin to imagine how this cap would look on his tall, pale and scrawny bod. He wipes a lock of blond hair out of his face and takes a deep breath.

“Thanks, you guys. I’ll be sure to wear it lots!” He smiles with a forced grin, hoping his friends won’t notice.

“Why don’t you put it on right now, cutie?” Matt asks poking his birthday boy in his small chest.

Nate blushes. “O-okay fine.” He never could stay stern when his friends called him cute. They have known each other for 5 years now, meeting up at a gay bar in town, where they got talking and realized they were all bisexual, leaning towards males. They quickly became good friends, which then turned into becoming friends with benefits.

What Nate doesn’t know is that his friends couldn’t wait for him to put on the cap so he could finally turn into their fantasy; a giant, dick hungry bottom, willing to do their every horny and kinky bidding. The cap they bought was from a small secondhand clothing store. They had heard stories about it in town and figured it was worth the shot. They had told the shopkeeper their request, and the reason behind it; mainly that even though he was so much skinnier than them, Nate mostly topped. He wasn’t necessarily a bad top, the two friends really just wanted to rail him to no tomorrow, but he never wanted to. After listening to the request, the shopkeeper thought for a bit and then nodded sternly.

“I have a cap that’s perfect for bottoms.”

“We’ll take it.” They said in unison.

Nate sighs again and rolls his eyes. “Alright fine….” He takes the cap and puts it on his head. The boys look at their friend anxious of what will happen.

“Well? How do I look” Nate asks, slightly annoyed by the lack of reaction.

“Oh… it looks great!” Josh says.

“Ye it … fits really well” Matt looks at his friend as Nate walks to a mirror. “Why is nothing happening…?”

“M-maybe it takes a while?” Josh scratches the back of his neck as he looks at his very much not hungry bottom friend and sighs. “Whatever we got him a gift, we will see what happens”

The boys end up playing some games on the PS4 that Nate has in his small apartment and then they say their good nights.

As the door closes behind them Nate quickly turns around and stares at the cap. He didn’t want his friends to think he was weird, but he had a massive urge to put on the cap from the moment he took it off. He walks over to his couch and puts it back on. His head immediately eases up and he slumps down onto the couch. “Fuckk…..”

A few Days Later.

“I think we should go and see him man…” Josh paces around the room as Matt is staring at his texts hoping for a reply from their friend.

“He has never ghosted us like this before….” Matt remarks.

“We should go see him. Now.” Josh stops pacing and looks at his friend. Matt nods and grabs his keys.

After a few minutes they arrive at the apartment building and head inside.

They knock on Nates door and wait for a bit. After a moment loud, thumping footsteps approach the door. Matt and Josh look at each other frowning as the door swings open and massive Arabic man stands in front of them. He must be at least 6’5 his tanned skin shimmering with sweat, his dick slightly noticeable through his gray sweats. On his head, the cap they gave to Nate a few days ago. Josh can’t stop staring at the piece of headwear, his stomach turning. The boys stay silent as the man starts to speak.

“There you are… took you long enough.” He runs his big, rough hand through his short, thick beard and grins. “Get inside boys.” As he turns around Matt finally regains his voice.

“W-wait who are you?” He asks.

“Matt? Are you joking? Its me, Naufel? I know we haven’t seen each other for a few days but don’t act like you don’t remember me.” He turns back around. “I said, get inside” His voice stirs something within the heads of the boys. They finally remember. It was Naufels birthday a few days ago. Not that… Nate guy. Matt scratches his head as he heads inside, who even was Nate. Josh closes the door behind him as they head into the living room. It is just as they remember it. Clean, full of Arabic drapes, paintings, pictures of his family. In the corner there’s a waterpipe, its fumes still slightly protruding though the room.

“You guys stay here, I’m gonna change real quick.” Naufel walks into his bedroom and closes the door. Matt and Josh take a seat on the couch, looking at each other, with confused looks on their faces.

“Do you feel like…” Matt starts

“Were forgetting something? Yeah totally.” Josh finishes his friend’s sentence.

“But he is totally fine …" Matt follows.

They both nod as the bedroom door opens again. Naufel walks out with work out shorts and shirt, and dirty looking socks on his feet. The Arabic man looks at his friends and grins. He takes a seat on the floor and beckons the two boys towards him. Josh immediately stands up and walks over to his friend, gets on his knees next to him and looks at Matt, who is still seated.

“I-I’m sorry what…” Matt stammers as Naufel grins and slowly nods at his feet. Immediately Josh bends down and takes a big whiff from his feet. Josh's’ eyes roll back as his head becomes fuzzy. “Fuck… Naufel.. That’s amazing”

Matt’s jaw falls open in shock. Josh has always been an adamant feet hater. To see him almost drool over his friends’ feet is astonishing. “Matt… I said… Come here” Naufels booming voice rings through Matts head and he immediately stands up. He quickly moves towards his friend and sits down on the opposite side of him. Without waiting he also starts to sniff at his friends’ rancid feet.

“Thats a good boy” The combination of the funk and the approval of his friend makes Matt feel completely warm.

“Now take them off” Naufel commands and the boys immediately comply. The funk grows tenfold, and the friends don’t even wait for approval as they directly start to lick and suck on their masters’ feet.

“Fuckkk you guys are amazing at this.” Both boys look over and smile as they work away at their masters’ feet. As they suck and lick, they slowly begin to change. Matt’s slightly chubby belly sucks in. He groans and rubs his hand over his stomach, gasping as he feels a slight sixpack. He moans as he arches his back, his ass swelling out, turning into a perfect bubble butt. Josh faces similar changes. His small body slightly stretches out, and most of his chest hair disappears into thin air, while his ass fills out just like his friends.’ Naufel throws his head back and grins. “Now suck my fucking cock you sluts” The boys can’t move to their prize quickly enough. Meht pulls down the shorts and Josi immediately gropes the massive bulge that’s hiding in a jockstrap underneath. Taking turns, they lick away at the sweaty pouch. Mehts skin starts to darken as it regains a youthful glow. Josi in turn gains slightly lighter skin, with a similar spark as his friend. Naufel grabs the fabric of the jock and tears it away, and the boys latch on to their masters’ balls and begin to lick and suck. Mehmt is the first to move to the shaft, but he hardly manages to take the massive rod halfway down his throat. Josih, who has been sucking on the balls a bit longer is next and skillfully deep throats the whole of the rod. Mehmt tries again after sucking a while and also manages to completely take it. With Mehmt now on his dick Naufel grabs his head and starts to face fuck him.

“You boys have been away for too long; my balls are completely full” he says panting as he feels the pressure building up. He shoots a massive load down Mehmt’s throat who swallows it all before coming up, gasping for air. Naufel then grabs Josih and turns him over, pulls down his shorts and tears a hole into his straining underwear. He snickers as he sees the ass jiggle like jelly, before ramming his massive, sloppy dick into the hungry hole. Josih moans as he gets railed from behind, and before long another load is shot, this time coating Josihs insides with the potent man juice of Naufel. The boys both lay on the ground panting, sweating and reveling in their newfound bottom status. Mehmets face begins to itch as a slightly patchy beard spreads along his strong jaw and a mustache on top of his upper lip. Josiahs’s beard thins out slightly, becoming a well-kept trimmed beard.

A few weeks later

A new picture has appeared on Naufel’s Instagram with the caption: “My two boys are loving their vacation, but I have something even better for them in store tonight, check out the link in my bio if you’re interested ;)“

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Part 1 (please read first)

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It had been a few months since Coach Collins turned his daughter into a hunk. The season went smoothly, no problems between the players, back to back wins thanks to his son, and thankfully no injuries. The year had just ended, and it was finally summer vacation. Jackson was currently attending a football summer camp for meatheads like him, so there wouldn’t be the usual quarrels and talk-backs, as well as the disgusting musk, for three glorious months. What Collins didn’t know was that he had an unexpected visitor. Unfortunately, Coach had yet to realize the chain reaction he caused in altering reality.

*ring*

Coach looked up from the magazine he was reading. It was Sunday, so no packages and no mail. Setting down his black, steaming coffee, he walked over to his front door and opened it slightly.

A small, nerdy boy stood in front of the towering daddy. He was about 5’4 and around 18 years old, with a short haircut. He was scrawny, barely any meat on his frail and fragile body, he was also wearing thickly framed glasses, like a cherry on top of the nerdiness. But the weirdest thing was, he was shirtless. “Hello father.”

Coach Collins’ brain was hit like a tow truck. He had forgotten about the custody agreement between him and his bitch ex-wife where every few summers his ‘real’ son would come and visit. “Oh haha sorry there Stanley I just thought you would’ve grown more.”

Stanley sneered at his father’s remark. “Yes sorry about that Father.” Ever since he was a kid, Collins pushed him to be some pro-football player or some kind of athlete, but when Stanley’s interests in band and science shined brighter, he solemnly let him pursue that instead.

“Oh right come inside give me your things. It’s hot as hell,” Coach invited, himself even beginning to want to remove his wifebeater.

After moving inside and helping to unpack Stanley’s stuff, he went to go shower and get a change of clothes. He had worked up quite a sweat and his furry pits were soaking wet. Stanley followed close behind since he was also going to head to the other shower when he realized something was missing.

“Father, where is Jessica?”

Coach Collins stopped in his tracks. His heartbeat had slowed and his face turned beet red. In his mind he was cursing out the damn serum for not wiping away everyone’s memory, he thought it had something to do with family or genetics. He faced his son and tried to smile, “Well son she’s uh, she’s at camp. Just a summer camp, she didn’t want to be bored this summer.” It was somewhat true.

Stanley was now more confused than before. “The Jessica I remember hated the outdoors.”

Collins sighed, “Well Stanley, it’s been a while since you’ve been here. Some things have changed.”

“Yes I presumed so,” his scrawny son replied, deciding to drop the subject.

After they went their separate ways in the house, Coach knew he had to do something, but what? He couldn’t use the serum on him, could he? He still had a couple drops left as he kept it incase somehow Jackson reverted back into Jessica, but this was a more dire situation. But the product was strictly for women only, who knows what side effects could occur on a man. Maybe another cock? Or an extra pair of balls? Wistfully, there was only one way to find out.

“Hey boy get in here!” Collins yelled for his son.

There was light yet frantic footsteps coming towards the door. “Yes Father?” Stanley asked, taking a few steps into the large bedroom. There was football gear cluttered all over the floor, as well as ropes, plastic wrap, earbuds, and duct tape. “What is-”

Stanley was cut off by the abrupt heavy footsteps of his father coming from behind him. Collins jumped at his son, almost crushing his frail body, and forced him to drink down the last drops of the serum. With his son now unconscious, unlike Jessica’s initial reactions, he started his plan.

Day 1

It was only the first day and Stanley had grown far more than Jackson in the beginning. This was extremely unanticipated by his father, and it was worrisome. The summer days were blisteringly hot, so Collins had to improvise on dealing with the smell factor. If he kept Stanley in a hot, smelly, unventilated room he would die, so instead, he tied him up and wrapped him.

A cocoon of sorts, as Stanley was technically going through a literal metamorphosis, and was already growing so rapidly that it wouldn’t take long before he fit the unform perfectly. It was an impromptu plan but it, so far, it was working just perfectly. The putrid stench locked inside the unform would induce exponential muscle growth while allowing some air in and out, along with some of the odor. Stanley was still unconscious, much like his sister was. By the end of the day, Collins could already smell some of the must escaping through the tight uniform, from Stan’s enlarging, musky body.

Day 4

It was clear by this point that Stan’s metamorphasis time was going to be almost half his brother’s. Like a butterfly, Stan’s body broke free of the cocoon-like-uniform, due to an unprecidented amount of testosterone and muscle growth. The uniform was in pieces by the time Collins returned from the grocery store, and his son’s wet, muscle-covered body layed there on the sweat drenched bed, still unconscious.

Now Collins was a buff daddy, a silver fox to many ladies, but carrying his now 197 pound son to a new room was quite the task. He couldn’t risk interrupting the transformation, so he was forced to drag Stan to the closest area, the living room. Though it was quite risky having an unconscious, reeking hunk in a larger room, he had no other choice.

The serum was working perfectly without any side effects so far. The fresh air living room instantly became nauseating, and it hadn’t been long since Coach had moved Stan. Unfortunately, the scent of his son’s changing body was far muskier than his previous daughter’s, but he was somewhat beginning to enjoy it. Thankfully, the change was almost over from what Collins could tell.

Stan’s chest adorned taut swollen pecs as well as a solidly attractive 8 pack of abs. His arms were a sight to see, two thick bulging biceps with veins running accross them, and down to his meaty arms covered by blankets of fuzzy hair. Stan’s fattened and fuckable ass was planted sturdily onto the brown leather couch, but his cock, moderately concealed by the biggest pair of shorts his father owned, had exceeded the length of Jackson’s from what his father could tell from the constant, massive erections.

Stan’s lower body was more athlete-like, as his calves had permanently hardened, and his legs were extraordinarily lengthened and enveoped in hair, bringing his height up to an intimidating 6’2. Lastly, Stan’s previously woman-like petite feet magnified into a sweaty, veiny 16 foot size, as well as beginning to emit the same musky scent as his armpits. But the best part, in his father’s opinion, was the rancidly noxious smell of Stan’s fur covered pits, as Collins became slightly addicted to arousing aroma, frequently taking deep whiffs of his son’s feet and pits every few hours.

There were still a problem Collins had to deal with though, because Stan’s football helmet from the uniform-cocoon was stuck on his brainless head. Collins had tried everything he could think of, butter, oil, water, but it wouldn’t budge. Stan’s eyes were now glued open, as he was regaining consciousness little by little, and he forced to watch hours of Super Bowl plays and games. Thankfully, the earbuds were still in Stan’s ears under the unmoving football helmet, blasting rap music, an audiobook of the NFL rules, and the bare minimum of American education videos from Youtube. Just a few more days and it would be over, and Jackson would come home in a few weeks to meet his ‘new’ brother.

Day 7

The sound of the door opening and closing awoke Coach Collins, as he taking a nap on the sweat-stained living room couch.

“Sup Coach,” a husky voice greeted, the sound of his heavy breathing instantly turning Collins on. The man was drenched in a slimy sweat and smelled like skunk mixed with pure testosterone. “You should’ve seen the fags n’ bitches checkin’ me out on my run.”

“How was it Sean?” Collins rubbed his eyes and replied groggily. He looked at the latino adonis before him, dressed in a sweat-soaked, grey tank top, exposing his massive biceps and wet pits, as well as a tight navy blue pair of sweatpants that scarcely concealed his bulging fuckmeat from view.

Sean chugged down a protein shake as he listened to his father’s words. Letting out a moan as he finished the bottle, he turned his hunky body towards his dad. “Fucking great, all these summer body bitches are ripe for the fucking bro. So uhh you wanna get to football conditioning? I’ve been thinking about some new plays you might like Coach.”

It was clear that his father was no longer paying attention to the giant musclegod towering before him, but rather the 14 inch cock print bulging through his wet, cumstained sweatpants.

Sean, though he was just a dumb sweaty jock, realized this and groaned at his Coach’s current interest. “Yo eyes up here bro,” reminded the hunk.

“Sorry Sean I guess with your brother out of the house I’ve been a little off,” Coach Collins replied.

Sean lifted his muscular arm up, exposing his sweaty, musky hairy armpit, “You like these right? Well come fucking lick them Coach.”

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