Stoned Straight Bro

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” shouted Douglas from his room. “Probs my feet, you stupid dweeb,” replied Brady, who was focused on his game of call of duty. Douglas came out into the main room and was shocked as it was an absolute mess. Pizza boxes, beer, and soda bottles littered the floor. Socks and dirty clothes had been hanging from shelves and seats. “How the hell has this place become a tip again Brady? I literally cleaned this up last night? Like what the fuck do you do it?” shouted Douglas, who was now aggravated by his uncaring roommate. “Calm it, fag. You did yesterday, I’m sure you can do it again,” Brady responded calmly, still immersed in his game. “Again, again? I did it last week and the week before that, and you just fuck this up every day what’s the point? and on top of that fuck you, you stupid straight white douche!” Douglas had blown up and decided to go back to his room to read and calm down. “Straight white douche, but your white too, bro,” questioned Brady. “Of all the things you call me, I am absolutely not your fucking ‘bro’!” Douglas shouted one last time before slamming his door. He sat down on his bed and looked about his room. Douglas’s room was clean, everything was in its place, unlike everywhere else in the dorm. Where ever Brady went, he left a mess, and what made it worse he didn’t care at all. He lived in a mess and somehow coped, no he enjoyed living in it. Brady was quite dumb, which was probably a factor for being so lazy. However, he may have been lazy when it came to cleaning and at his work, but when it came to working out, doing his sports psychology course and partying, he gave it his all. He would be on time for them, strict at doing them and made sure he looked good doing them. When it came to Brady’s personality, he was very calm and relaxed most of the time. When he was with his bro’s, they would rate girls, watch porn, and play video games or workout together. They also complimented each other fit bods regularly and boasted about how much they could lift, in short, they were all alpha douche bags. They even wore the clothes to fit the stereotype, backward cap, t-shirts or tank tops with some sporty logo on it, sporty socks and studs. Douglas, on the other hand, intelligent, gay, and much more of a social activist. He enjoyed learning and discussing social politics with his friends. He wasn’t too into the whole gay scene as he didn’t have a cut body or any muscles. His body was pretty average, he could run and do most exercise if he wanted to, but he couldn’t do it excessively like his roommate. His fashion also made him feel out of place at parties so he avoided those too if he could, but sometimes Brady forced him out. He didn’t know why maybe he wanted Douglas to be more like him. Either way, it failed to make Douglas anymore excited or happy living with him. What also added to Douglas’s dislike was Brady’s insults, sometimes they were about him being a nerd; other times it was homophobic. Brady never really gave off a homophobic persona, but the insults stung none the less. All this had lead Douglas to his final solution, to move out. ———————————————— Next day

Douglas walked back to his dorm quickly as his last exam finished. The dorm moving forms would have been delivered today, and he would be able to sign and move out ASAP. No more dumb lazy Brady to ruin his time at college. He knew that Brady would be at the gym working out at the moment so all he had to was get the papers to take them to his room, sign them and he should be able to move out quietly in the next two days. Of course, he felt sorry for the next poor sod who had to move in, but they could always move out to, or maybe they’re the same as Brady. Douglas walked up to his dorm door, opened it, and looked on the floor, scanning for his letter. He looked and looked, but nothing was there. “Looking for something, fag?” asked Brady aggressively. Douglas looked up, Brady was sitting on the chair, a piece of paper resting on the armrest. “No… nothing Brady,” Douglas stuttered taken by surprise at Brady waiting for him. Douglas moved closer to Brady, who cockily sat there smiling at him. Brady was drenched with sweat; obviously, he had decided to go to the gym earlier. “Nothing? Really fag, you can’t play dumb with me, I know you want to leave. Only questions left, Why and is there anything to make you stay?” Brady intrigued. Douglas was taken aback by this reasoning. Was, Brady, asking him how he felt? Was he going to change to be better? No, it was just some ploy to make him stay and continue to clean up after him. Douglas decided to let out his rage, knowing Brady couldn’t do anything about him leaving. “You know what Brady, no. No, there isn’t anything you can do to make me stay. You are the laziest guy on campus; you treat women like shit, you call me names even though I do so much for you. I clean this fucking room constantly and all I ever get his a fucking grunt. I can’t take your shit anymore! Now give me that piece of paper so we can move on, you obviously want someone just like you, to revel in this fucking shithole of a room!” Douglas shouted at Brady, who remained quite calm throughout. Brady stood up once Douglas calmed down, he placed his hand behind Douglas’s head. Douglas tried to grab Brady’s arm, but the stench he began breathing in made him feel sick. “Is that it then? Well, your right, I wanted it someone more like me to share, but I also needed some faggy dweeb like you to clean up after me. That’s all you were, a fucking weak ass servant doing everything I asked, I wish it lasted longer between us, but you are getting boring now.” Brady explained. “So I can go then?” Douglas asked. “No fag, as I said I need a bro like me to hang out with. And since there’s no way to make you stay as you are, guess I’m, just gonna have to make you just like me,” Brady continued cockily. “Wait, wha…?” Douglas was about to ask what Brady was going on about, but Brady instead decided to slam Douglas’s head into his pecs. Douglas was confused, but the smell made him feel sick, his mind was spinning and his organs turning over, twisting inside. After a second of being stuck in Brady’s chest, Douglas could feel himself getting wetter? He looked down to see all of Brady’s sweat droplets slowly moving, like little insects. The droplets were all moving to the edge of Brady’s skin before hopping over onto Douglas. The sweat-drenched his clothes and hair, making them feel unclean. A lot of the sweat built up around his mouth, eyes,  dick, and ass before entering him and spreading Brady’s stink inside of him. Brady let go of his head and pushed him onto the sofa where he lay in agony.   “I told you fag, I want someone I can work out, play games and rate girls with and since your no use to me, your just gonna have to become me. Don’t worry though, I will make you slightly different, so no one mistakes us for the same person,” smirked Brady as he watched Douglas twitch on the sofa. Douglas felt his body begin to heat up as the sweat that covered him began entering him. The sweat on his face drained into his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Small lumps started pushing out of his skin on his face before they began moving about all over. The lumps were painful and caused Douglas a lot of pain, but he felt it die down a bit after a while. Unknown to Douglas, it was because his face had grown and reshaped, becoming rounder and his skin whiter in complexion. His eyes had taken in sweat, changing their color to match Brady’s dark brown ones. His facial features altered as well, his nose thickened and eyebrows thinned down but becoming longer, making his face brutish. Light hairs began sprouting on Douglas’s cleanshaven chin; they spread in two thins lines moving around the bottom of his jaw and up to his ears connecting to his hair, forming a light chinstrap beard. His hair on top retreated back down a bit into his scalp, shorting his hair. The sweat then swept the hair off to the side and lightened the hairs to become chestnut brown like Brady’s. The sweat inside his mouth then collected more sweat that Douglas had produced from the intense heat it created, before trailing down his gullet. His skin only showed a massive wave that poked out, But as it went down, Douglas’s features, all grew larger and thickened to match Brady’s size. Douglas’s once thin neck, grew out to hold up his larger head. Once the wave hit his chest, it split in three, one main wave going down his chest and the other two traveling down his arms. The waves going towards his arms slowed down as they split and doubled the mass in his shoulders, eating away at his fat and turning it into muscle. The wave left his now broader shoulders and sped down his arms, again eating away at his fat cells and turning it into mass and muscle. Any excess sweat also turned itself into more muscle and size until he had big beefy arms.   The primary wave in his chest then swept down his man boobs, enlargening them. The fat within them was used to make them bigger, rounder, and harder. Once they became the perfect round pecs of a jock, the wave moved on sparing no part Douglas and ensuring he became as close as he could to look like Brady. “Haha fag, you half look like me now. Just wait until it’s finished, then you will be totally like me. We can do everything together and don’t worry; I’ve already got you signed up for my sports psychology course, you can join me there too. It’s gonna be great fucking every girl at a party, drinking beer until throw up, playing cod all day until we have to go and workout,” cheered Brady as looked down at Douglas who was slowly being cloned into Brady. “N…no, I am not… I will never become like you… I respect women… and I am far beyond your intelligence. I will never… lower myself to your level of ignorance… and misogyny.  I’m… just a bit hot at…. the moment that’s… all,” Stuttered Douglas, whose tone was slowly deepening into a Brady like voice. “You think you’re going to be ok, fag. Let me get a mirror to show you how fucked you really are,” Brady went moved a bedroom mirror and placed it down in front of Douglas, who was shocked at what he looked like. “See fag; you’re nearly just like me. Ya got the face, the arms, and the upper body. But, now can you see your stomach as it swirls about and forms the greatest set of abs ever. I know you wish you didn’t have to be exactly like me, but it’s my sweat, my DNA traveling through you, so you have to become me. Also means the next fag we eventually convert is also gonna be me, so I guess one of us is gonna have to get a hair cut or a tattoo. God if I wanted, I could walk into some fag club and just turn everybody in alpha like me. Sadly there wouldn’t be enough pussy for everyone, but they would all have the best DNA and bod ever,” Brady complimented himself in his usual self centered way. Douglas tried to ignore him, but his words were absorbed into his mind creating fear. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to become a straight alpha douche bag bro; it was a fate worse than death. To sit around all day and play games, jerk your dick to some bimbo’s and then work out your body.   Douglas focused his eyes back on the mirror watching as his swirling belly sucked in down, so the pecs were shelving them, before creating some well-defined abs. Brady lifted his tank top and laughed, pointing down at him as he saw that they now had the same body. The waves of sweat continued down, meeting with the sweat in his butt and dick. His butt slowly grew out, not quite becoming a bubble butt, but enough to fill his jeans and underwear. It then muscled out hardening his butt. The sweat in his dick then absorbs into his shaft lengthening it out to 10 inches long. The rest of his sweat then fell back down into the balls, enlargening them to the size of golf balls, and growing a bit more after that. Traces of the sweat then made its way into Douglas’s cum which turned from Douglas’s inferior nerdy DNA into Brady’s better jock DNA. The waves of sweat finally make their way down Douglas’s legs where they do the same, turning every fat cell into hard muscle and stretching out. Douglas’s thighs became thick like Brady’s. His calves strengthened out as muscle was added to them. Finally, his feet grew out ripping his shoe’s apart. Brady ripped them off his feet and lay down next to him on the couch. “Wow, you really do look like me. I mean your, not the first fag I converted but damn do you look good, cos you know, you are me, bro,” Brady taunted “No… I am not like you. I am still a 'fag,’ and a 'dweeb’ remember. How can you live with a nerdy gay clone of you?” Douglas snapped back, trying to make one last attack at Brady. “Don’t worry about that; you will be a pussy smashing alpha like me in no time. Oh look here we go, you can be white cap bro, and I’ll be black cap bro,” Brady got a cap off the top of the couch and placed it on Douglas’ head before slowly spinning it around backward. In the process of spinning the cap around, it slowly expunged lots of knowledge and memory from Douglas’s mind. It was painful, but Douglas was helpless as he felt his knowledge be sucked out of his brain. His memories and knowledge were sent straight down to his balls which were filling up with more of the new Brady cum. Douglas’s mind went blank slightly, and he became confused at his situation, was he dreaming? Why was he so scared? He had no recollect of what had happened to him. He only remembered his name was Douglas, or was it? Douglas looked down at his clothes, his jeans were ripped and so was his shirt. But he swore he saw them change. Douglas’s vision went blurry, but he could kind of make out his red star trek t-shirt shifting from red into a light grey, and he felt as it lightened. His shoulders felt a breeze as the sleeves of his t-shirt retracted back. He felt another breeze on his legs as his jeans retracted as well, turning into white gym shorts. Sharp pain in his ears flared up as some last droplets turned themselves into some cheap studs. Douglas looked himself in the mirror. He nearly looked like a clone of Brady. He felt nothing as his nerdy self had been mostly wiped, and his jock self hadn’t come. “Hey, bro, how you feelin?” asked Brady. “I… dunno, I feel kinda empty. Like I don’t really remember much,” Douglas said, confused. His mind may have lost most of his memory, but a small fragment was trying to reconnect to his conscience. “Don’t worry bro, I can help you out,” Brady said enthusiastically. Brad set up his favorite video to jerk off to. It was some hot bimbo getting absolutely fucked by a guy who looked a lot like him, which is why he enjoyed it so much. But while he set that up, in Douglas’s head the remainder of the sweat built up around his brain and prepared to absorb itself into it. Douglas could feel his mind connecting his remaining memories, but before they all came back to him, the sweat was absorbed into him, and Brady’s douchey alpha mindset started breaking in. His connections to his all memories broke, and Brady’s mindset now fought to kick out Douglas’s memory from his head. Douglas’s memories were pushed to the edge of his mind. The alpha douche bag thought, memories, and personality then began settling in Douglas’s mind. Gym routine’s, drinking and video games then replaced his nerdy hobbies. Finally, his social activism was replaced by objectifying females and homophobia. He only saw sexiness in women and only desired to fuck them, or as he thought 'conquering them.’ On his homophobic side, he didn’t like gays, thinking they were weak and should serve him until they refused, then he would convert them into a straight alpha like him to go around and fertilize the many bimbos in bars and clubs. He also had a dislike for lesbians as he knew they were the only women who wouldn’t be interested in him at first, but he felt that his big dick could turn them easily enough. Brady then began the video, and two people appeared on the screen. It was a man and a woman. The woman didn’t do much for Douglas at first, but the dude started peaking him. “What do you think, bro?” asked Brady. “I dunno, it’s ok I guess,” Douglas replied. “Ok? O…k? Bro, look that guy is basically you, and you’re fucking that sweet hot blonde chick,” Brady re-affirmed. Douglas’s mind then clicked as the first parts of his new douchey mind kicked. 'What the fuck am I thinking? I’m not a fag, that’s the hottest shit fucking ever. Why the fuck am I not jerking off to this?’ thought Douglas his mind-altering and his homosexuality being overwritten. Douglas got out his dick and started jerking off to the woman’s bouncy tits and fit body. Douglas’s last bit of memory screamed when it saw him giving in to this new personality and heterosexuality. 'No I must try and get back’ it thought, trying to fight Brady, but Brady had already settled lots of himself in Douglas’s head. Douglas was becoming straighter the more he jerked his dick, his homosexuality was being flushed away into his balls along with the last of his memories which screamed to remain. Eventually though the last of Douglas was lost to Brady. Douglas began Jerking his dick harder and harder now. “Ah fuck bro, I’m gonna cum,” Douglas screamed. “Don’t worry bro, it’s ok just make sure you get it all out of you,” Brady said in a relaxed manner. 'Come on Brady, that’s who I am now, gotta cum to those titties. They are so bouncy 'Oh god, don’t do it Douglas, don’t let him win’ thought the last trace of old Douglas. 'Fuckin tits man, so bouncy, so good’ thought Douglas staring at the boobs that had conquered his gaze. “Oh, fuck… I’m gonna… cum,” Douglas moaned in pleasure. Suddenly Every part of the old Douglas that was swimming about in his balls was shot out onto his chest. It instantly evaporated into air and Douglas was gone for good, he was Brady now. “Thank’s bro, what’s your name?” asked Douglas, his mind starting afresh. “I’m Brady, lil bro,” replied Brady “Woah, bro I’m Brady too and why am I lil bro?” asked Douglas “Nah lil bro, you’re my lil bro from the course and your name isn’t Brady its… um… Sean, bro,” Brady confirmed. Douglas’s mind twitched slightly and altered his mind to him, Sean. “Ah, I guess your right big bro, hey what shall we do?” He asked. “Wanna play CoD for a bit, then go to a party. There’s gonna be plenty of pussy for the both of us,” said Brady “Ok, sure big bro. But what about this room like who’s gonna clean it?” Sean asked again. “Don’t worry, we can get some fag to move in and do that for us,” Brady explained. “Sweet,” Sean shouted, high fiving his bro. Sean was now an alpha douche bag bro who didn’t do shit for anyone except Coach and Brady. The boys got a new faggy dweeb within a week and tormented him. But after two weeks, Sean came back from a night out hot and sweaty and mistook the new kid’s bed for his own. When he woke the next morning, 'Bradley’ the alpha was there instead of the nerd. Guess they’re gonna need another dweeb, and be more careful or maybe Brady’s gonna have to start his own Frat house, full of alphas just like him.

You’d thought the guy at the bar was cute in a masculine way and when you offered to buy him a drink he really seemed into you. Some chat and light fondling later had you falling out of the bar and into an alley your tongue deep in his mouth.

That’s when he surprised you by slipping this tacky looking chain round your thin neck. You stopped and started to giggle looking at it when your entire body spasmed and waves of agony swept over you.

Each pulse of pain was accompanied by sickening crunches as your small frame expanded and lengthened. Your height soon matched his and for a moment you thought it was over, then came new pain. This burst has you throw your head back and as you screamed your neck bloated and morphed, the pitch of your scream dropping down as your entire facial structure altered and hardened.

The bloat travelled down your body bulking you up until you were as swole as any other jock. Then with a burning itch a forest of hair forced it’s way out and covered your body.

Panting now still with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut you feel a swelling in your crotch as your average dick becomes painfully hard and flashes of new desires rock you. Tits, pussy each thought makes your dick jump but unlike the rest of you it stays average, if anything it’s smaller. With a roar you hose the ground with cum cementing your place amongst the toxic male community with something to prove.

Yeah, honestly bro you've hit the nail on the head.

To be fair, I was gay - nothing about female bodies used to turn me on. I fiercely defended my attraction to men, I took a guy to my senior prom, I came out in my early teens. I felt resolute in my feelings and was more than happy to say there absolutely no chance I'd ever be with a woman.

And now cut to the present, and nothing turns me on more than writing about gay guys realizing their straight potential and the wonders of female anatomy. There's just no fucking competition. Nothing gets me harder than a good GIF of a guy sucking a big pair of tits, and don't even get me started on eating out pussy. My fat tongue slipping between her folds, her juices running down my throat. One hand squeezed around her fat, squishy breast.

My body wants it so bad. It drives all my urges, makes my dick throb inside my shorts, gets me so horned up when I scroll through lesbian porn and just imagine those bimbos worshipping me. It's so easy for me to change all these guys because I've already started to change myself. I know how true and honest these urges really are. I can't stop daydreaming about busting my load inside a bitch and getting trapped with these desires.

Becoming a father. Becoming the kind of traditional man I thought I would never be. I want to fill a bottle with breast milk and chug it raw as I palm my package.

Mike has no idea his buddies gave him pussy kush, a strain that turns you into an arrogant, douchey bro that’s obsessed with pussy. Without any hesitation or suspiciousness, he just took a hit but one drag was all it took to set the change. Mike’s lean muscle started to swole and actually strained his white tee. His thick brunette hair, styed to resemble those Tiktok boys, receded back into his scalp to give him a more buzzed and masculine look as his face also got slightly rougher and older. Without he realized, he already started to flex and gloat about how “swole” he is and how he feels like he needs to unleash huge amount of load to some tight, pink pussy. That’s the sign, the hunger, that it won’t be long till he’s literally starving for pussy and not remembering anything from his old life as his mind only focused on railing any women that their car passed. Pussy kush is also highly addictive. Mike’s gay days are over, and that fact made his buddies that also smoked their own joint beamed from ear to ear. Mike is going to be one of them now: a straight stoner bro.

"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"

He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.

Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.

Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"

He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"

Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."

Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"

"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.

"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.

A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"

After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.

"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.

Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...

...

When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.

When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.

"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.

Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"

After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."

*PHRRRBBBTTT!*

His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.

"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.

"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.

"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.

Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"

"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.

Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."

Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"

*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*

Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.

As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.

"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.

I wake up, slightly relieved I’m not hungover. Maybe I would have been if James hadn’t ditched me. I look down at my phone and furrow my brows. I have a missed call, a voicemail and an Instagram DM all from James left at 4:09am last night. Damn, that’s pretty late, even for James. I listen to the voicemail, struggling to hear James’ voice over the loud thumping club music in the background.

"AY BRO, ITS JAMIE! YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT THIS PERSONALITY TEST IM SENDING YOU, MAN. ITS FUCKIN CRAZY DUDE.”

James' message catches me completely off guard. Since when the hell did this 5'6 gay twink start using the word 'bro'? I mean, I was just with the boy at Glitter & Groove last night, the city's hottest new gay club. And, as expected, he ditched me by the end of the night to go off with some beefy daddy type. The daddy claimed he was straight, but for James, that's just a challenge. He loves the whole idea of "turning straight men gay." Personally, I've always believed that if a straight guy ends up in bed with James, well, he probably wasn't that straight to begin with. You can’t just change someone’s sexuality, but James always thought different. Damn though, that beefy daddy seems to have left a mark on him, got him to say 'bro' and shit.

“bro thiz is the new personalty test i did its so accrate check out the lynk belw"

Damn, this boy’s got an English degree. I can’t remember the last time I saw him make a spelling mistake. It must have gotten really crazy last night.

Anyway, what’s this he sent me? The personality test… ‘BREEDR’, it says. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning. I don’t got anywhere else to be. So, I click the link and am presented with the flashy homepage.

“IT FEELS SO GOOD TO RELEASE WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE INSIDE”

Discover Your True Self: Take our 10-Minute Test to Unveil Who You Are at Your Deepest, Most Primal State

I click on the test. It’s just the expected usual run-of-the-mill online personality quiz.

You enjoy learning new things

As a recent English graduate, I can't help but chuckle. Well, I'd be a complete fraud if I said I didn't. I click "yes" on that one. After all, I did just spend years immersing myself in literature and analyzing complex texts. Learning is practically in my DNA now.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like dogs more than cats

I guess. Though I must say the question seems pointless. How does this affect my personality. Whelp, I don’t know what I expected from a stupid online personality test. Sure, I guess I like dogs more.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like hanging out with friends

Are there people who don’t like hanging out with their friends? Okay, faster I get this over with the better. Sure, I’ll answer yes.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

I click quickly through the boring questions until one startled me.

You like big muscles

My eyes widen. Strange question, but I'll roll with it, I guess. I mean, it's not entirely untrue. I've always had a thing for guys with big muscles. There's something about the roundness and masculinity that I've always found appealing. It makes me feel safe and protected, you know? Damn, why am I hard thinking about muscles? I seriously need to get laid. Anyway, I'll just answer honestly. I click "yes" and move on to the next one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You frequently attend to the gym

I chuckle to myself as I read the next question. "You regularly visit the gym and actively engage in weightlifting." Well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I have gone to the gym a few times, but I wouldn't say I actively go. I've always been more of a skinny guy, and the idea of lifting heavy weights in front of all those big, musty meatheads is a bit intimidating. Not to mention the stench in the local gym’s locker room always stank, which didn't exactly make me want to go back. I guess I'll have to answer "no" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Wait, I pressed “no”. Why did it put in “yes”. I try to click “no” again but it seems as though my answer is locked in. Fuck, that might fuck up my results. Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

You often find yourself flexing and admiring your muscles in front of the mirror

I scratch my head, my bicep rubbing off my cheek. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I do sometimes. I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxious bodybuilders or anything, but if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I might do a bit of flexing. But come on, doesn't every guy do that? I spend hours in the gym every week; is it really that narcissistic to want to show off my biceps every now and then? I guess I'll reluctantly answer "yes" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You engage in manscaping and frequently wash your body

I do shower quite a bit, especially after going to the gym. Can't stand the thought of going about my day feeling all sweaty and grimy. Besides, the locker rooms at the gym can be quite the stinkfest. I've walked in there and almost turned around immediately. It's like a mix of old socks, musk, and sweat lingering in the air. It's not the most pleasant environment to say the least. So yeah, I guess I'm a little more bothered by bad smells than the average guy. So, yeah, I tend to shower a lot. As regarding the manscaping, I’ve never been able to grow much body hair. Can’t even grow a beard. So, manscaping has never really been a problem for me.

Yes [ ] / No [-]

I curse under my breath as I realize my big fingers accidentally clicked "no" on the question about being bothered by bad smells. Great, just my luck. Hopefully, it won't have too much of an impact on the final result. As I take a deep breath, a sudden hot stench fills my nostrils. It's strong, and I can't help but follow it like a sniffer dog, tracing it to its source. I lift up my arm, and there it is— a wild, tangled forest of armpit hair producing that foul odor. I can't help but give it a nice scratch and shrug. Maybe I did answer that previous question correctly after all. My last shower was almost four days ago, and it looks like my armpits are making up for lost time. Who cares, right? I scratch the scruff on my face, accidentally staining it with my musty stench. I smirk, finding the stench kinda amusing. Let’s just carry on with the test.

You feel at one with your bros

I continue to absentmindedly sniff my own stench, looking at the question. Fuck everyone smells so fucking strong, especially the pits. My bros? I don’t know if I’d call anyone my bros, but I guess in this context, someone like James would be my bro? Like my buddy or something. Yeah, I guess I feel at one with my him and he’s my bro. So, yeah. Me and the bros be pretty in sync my dude. Like we part of a dog pack or something.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like to think hard

Fuck, these pits bro. They smell so fucking good. Fuck, oh shit, I’m doing the test man. I forgot. Thinking hard? I mean, I can think hard. Like I’m smart and shit, I think. I went to college… or am I in college? I forget. What was I doing? Oh yeah, the test. I can think but I guess I prefer not to?

Yes [ ] / No [-]

You want countless children

Do I want children, bro? Uhhh, I don't think so. I've never really thought that far ahead, bro, huhuhu. I mean, I'm too busy with college right now, you know, having a blast and getting laid with all the boys I could possibly dream of. I don't have time for any of that family stuff, bro. I'm living my best life in the moment, and kids are not in the picture right now, that's for sure. It’s a “no”, bro.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Fuck! Did I click "yes"? Words are so fucking hard sometimes, bro. All the letters just get all jumbled up in my head. But hey, I know how to read, though! I'm not stupid or nothin'. I'm studying Engli… I mean, I'm studying… I'm studying business. And business is for bros who have brains. And I have a brain, bro! It's just that sometimes my thoughts get a little lost, you know? But I'm smart and I know it. Gotta keep that confidence, bro!

You feel the primal urge to breed and impregnate as many girls as possible

Fuck, just reading that made me so hard bro. Why am I thinking of big bouncing tits. Stop, I’m gay! Get that shit outta ma head bro. Fuck… imagine some bimbo sliding down my 8 inch cock bro… no! Not… straight. Don’t want to… breed… girls and… impregnate them… with my alpha seed. No… fuck i’m gonna bust bro. No! Just… don’t think about… don’t think about BIG BOUNCING BOOBIES.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I busted a fat nut all in my boxers, bro. It’s a sticky mess down there. I could clean it up but… fuck it, it’ll be fine.

I look up at the screen and see the words

SUBMITTING RESULTS

RETRIEVING BREEDR PERSONALITY PROFILE

I stare at the loading screen, my mouth agape as drool trickles out and onto my big, bouncy pecs. Just seeing that loading circle spin puts my brain at its maximum capacity, bro. It's like my whole world has become this little circle, and I can't focus on anything else. All I can think about is what my result is gonna be, and I'm so damn excited to find out. It's like waiting for the game-winning touchdown in the last seconds of the Super Bowl, bro. I can feel the anticipation coursing through me, and my heart's pounding like crazy. I can't wait to see what kind of bro I'm gonna be, dude!

YOUR BREEDR PERSONALITY IS…

FRAT

FUN-LOVING

ROWDY

ACTIVE

THOUGHTLESS

Fuck, bro! This personality test is so fuckin' accurate, man! It's like they peeked into my brain and saw every little thing about me. It's crazy, bro! I feel like I'm seeing my own reflection, dude. How the hell do they do that? It's like some sort of magic or something, huhuhu.

I gotta share this with the bros, man. I’ll post the link in the University LGBT club’s groupchat huhuhu. It’ll be funny to see what kinda BREEDR personalities they’ll get.

Anyway, dude, I gotta get ready. Me and the frat bros are hittin' up the Freshman Fair today. Gonna go hang out with Jamie and see how many hot babes we can impregnate, bro. It's gonna be a sick day, man!

As the relentless beats of Latinodealer.mp3 slam through your headphones, the sound is a punishing barrage, each thudding bass drop and aggressive lyric pounding through your skull. You press your palms against your temples, desperately trying to quell the insistent throbbing that swells with every pulse of the track. The noise crescendos into a blaring cacophony until, with a sharp SNAAAAAAAP, everything changes.

In the chaotic swirl of sound and pressure, your vision flickers erratically. You blink rapidly, the colors blending into a blur. Suddenly, the raucous Colombian rap music fills your ears with a menacing rhythm, its lyrics brimming with explicit bravado

"Soy el rey de la calle, con mi droga y mi poder, Mis hombres me temen, mi imperio va a crecer. Con cada kilo que vendo, el dinero va a llover, Macho alfa en la esquina, no hay nadie que me pueda vencer."

Worrisome?! Bro, you should be so proud of yourself.

Your body and your mind are working in harmony to make you feel so good. You can't deny how wonderful it all is: as your shoulders stretch wide, your bony chest inflating with muscle and fat, your spine cracking and stretching as you grow so much taller. A whole head above where you once were. You were so small, so neat and contained, but you'll never feel that way again. All your romantic aspirations and heartfelt dreams seem to vaporize inside your mind, your head lolling back in pleasure as your thin jaw cracks and widens into a chiseled, hard line. Your thin lips plump up, opening in slack awe, a rank pool of protein rich drool collecting in your mouth and starting to drip down your chin. Where it touches skin, bristles of beard hair erupt, turning dark as the blonde hair on your scalp turns brunette. Your thin arms swell with power, bony limbs becoming the home to two football sized biceps. You hold the pose there in a double bicep flex, your now stubbled face moans as your nose pops and grows larger in a masculine arch, all while two forests of sweaty hair erupt from under your arms.

The smell is pungent and thick. Just like your cock.

The scent fogs your brain.

"Huhuhuhu," the dull laugh leaves your new lips without your control, and your bigger, callused hand reaches down to grab your average package. You moan, wiry hair coating your chest and arms, your brow becoming stern and your eyes turning dark with lust. Nothing remains of the pretty blonde twink who was just standing where you stood. Except for the legs that start to stretch, calves becoming hard as rocks and thighs becoming juicy with thick muscle and fat. Your body inflates with power, and strength, all while your massive hand starts to stroke the waking monster within your underwear. The once unimpressive shaft begins to swell with blood and testosterone, inching forward until a visible bulge of man meat strains the front of your sweats. No one can see it, lost in the size of your package, but you can feel your new bull nuts swaying in their sac. So large, so swollen, desperate to shoot your seed everywhere.

All intelligence and kindness fades from your eyes as you continue to drool, now properly jerking yourself off through your tights. Your cock aches, all while the last remaining essence of you faces a losing battle inside your brain. Everything that made you who you were collapses and reforms, all while what remains of your conviction and original self try to hold on for dear life. But then the women start to appear inside your mind, and you start stroking so much faster. With more purpose. The faggot that used to be your true self finds himself squished between two horny, moaning sluts. His cries are muffled between two fat, bouncing breasts.

Ignore him.

Don't feel ashamed of this. This is what your body needs: this is what a man's cock gets so incredibly hard for. You see the bimbos in your mind, delicate hands squeezing two massive double D tits, bouncing them in front of you. The feminine curves of their body, their plump and kissable cock sucking lips, your brain fries all of your former smarts and charisma to make room for the breeder that has made his home inside your once pathetic vessel.

Now you are a god among lesser men. Unashamed of your masculinity or your desires.

PRFFFFFFFFT!

You let a hot protein fart rip as you bust your nut inside your pants, laughing stupidly at the eggy scent of your protein rich musk and thinking about how you need a good hangout session with your bros. Maybe find a nerd or two to wedge between your smelly ass cheeks and gas out their stupid, dorky brains.

But more than anything, still licking your lips and thinking about those desperate moaning women, their thin fingers slipping inside greedy pussy lips, juices trailing down their thighs, massive breasts looking so swollen and suckable. What you want more than anything is what you now realize you've always wanted: to shove your cock into the tight pussy it was designed to fill, and to unleash your load into the fertile womb of a bitch.

Listen to that inner voice, bros. That's the real you telling you there's nothing to be worried about. Let him out to play.

(Amir and Blaine)

Blaine didn’t want to go to his family’s 4th of July barbecue today. He was the black sheep of his family, a young queer leftist who was never very patriotic even as a little kid. The rest of his family were super patriotic and treated the 4th like the most important celebration ever. What made it so much worse is that it was an election year, he couldn't stand going to their annual 4th of July barbecue for that very reason. However knew that staying home would cause further division between him and his family. It didn’t help that his boyfriend was encouraging him to go because his family still loved him even if they didn’t see eye to eye. Blaine sucked it up and was on the drive over to his Uncle’s house, his boyfriend Amir wanted to go too so he was tagging along, excited to meet Blaine’s family. Upon arrival Blaine told Amir for the millionth time that his family was not very accepting and that they probably would not be there for long.

They rang the doorbell and Blaine’s older cousin Gabe opened the door. “Huhuhuh hey bro!” Gabe chuckled “Good to see ya… who’s this? Huhuhuh…you’re boyfrieeend?” Gabe said “boyfriend” in an incredibly mocking tone. “Heheh” Blaine awkwardly laughed, “Yea, this is my boyfriend Amir”, Amir reached out to shake Gabe’s hand. “I aint touching no queer” Gabe blurted out before walking towards the back door. As he walked away he shouted “There are beers in the fridge if you want”, apologizing to Amir for bringing him here he telling him “Babe, we can go if you want?” but Amir insisted he was fine so they stayed. After meeting the rest of his family and the two of them receiving multiple off hand comments about their relationship, Amir and Blaine were setting in, imagining that the family got it all out of their system. After being offered beers a few times both men declined, not wanting to get drunk on cheap and disgusting booze. But even with the two of them not drinking, the cooler that was outside with them eventually ran out. Gabe had gotten up and gotten another cousin, Wesley, to help restock the beers, but they also asked Blaine and Amir to come help. Not understanding why restocking a cooler was a 4 man job but not wanting to be rude or say no, the boyfriends accompanied the patriotic cousins inside the house.

(Wesley and Gabe)

When the 4 or you got inside, Wes told Blaine to help him restock the cooler from the kitchen fridge and told Gabe and Amir to grab another cooler from the garage and fill it up with ice and beer. As the door shut to the garage, Wes opened the fridge and began placing beers in the cooler. Wes was making small talk about Blaine and Amir’s relationship, most of it was just Wes insulting Blaine for choosing his “perverted lifestyle” as he said. Then out of the blue Wes said “Im glad the two of you gaybo’s came today, we can finally straighten you out”, before Blaine could react or question what Wes meant, Blaine found his face shoved into a dank, damp, and disgusting armpit. It didn’t smell that bad before but getting it directly from the source proved to be a gross endeavor. Wesley’s vomit-worthy stench radiating out of his sweaty armpit was enough to make someone go lightheaded and that is exactly what happened to Blaine. With his cousin’s man-stink still fresh in his nose Blaine was feeling woozy once he was removed after only about 30 seconds of exposure to Wesley’s pit. “Wha- what…was that…for…?” Blaine asked, “It is so that you can be more like me and Gabe! Huhuhuh!”, Wes replied with a smirk. Confused and embarrassed he felt something cold enter his hand, “Drink up Coz” Blaine heard. Too out of it to question what was happening, he felt the cold can placed in his hand be forced up to his lips and tilted back, as the beer rushed down Blaine’s throat he tried to fight back but was too weak compared to Wes to do anything. The beer tasted disgusting, not just because he doesn’t like beer but something about the beer was just off. He couldn’t place exactly what it tasted like but it tasted a lot like Wes’ funky armpit.

Hearing the garage door open and close Blaine saw Gabe escorting a clearly intoxicated Amir out of the garage. Wes grabbed Blaine by the shoulder, wrapping his arm around him and escorting you deeper into the house with Gabe and Amir. As he was taken down the hall he could feel Wes’ damp armpit rubbing against the back of his neck. Getting to the end of a long hallway in Blaine’s Uncle’s home, Gabe opened up a bedroom door and tossed Amir inside, Wes followed suit by tossing Blaine in right after. After hearing the door lock from the outside, Blaine began to feel drunk. Surprised and shocked at what just happened Blaine moved over to Amir who was having a hard time standing. “B…babe…” Amir slurred “Wh…ats goin onnnnnn?”. Blaine shrugged his shoulders and slumped against a wall to the floor.

After a few minutes of trying to get a grip on what was happening, Blaine looked around to finally take in his surroundings. They were in a boy’s bedroom, but it was unfamiliar to Blaine, it wasn’t Gabe or Wesley’s but if it wasn’t theirs then who could it be for? There were two beds, just bed frames and mattresses, no sheets, no wall decor, a mirror hanging on the door, and two empty dressers and an empty closet. Amir was sitting on the bed with his hands holding him steady on the mattress when Blaine heard him start to groan. “Babeee…som…somethin isnt right…” Amir garbled. Suddenly Amir let out a deep groan as Blaine watched his entire body start to shake. Worried for his boyfriend Blaine moved himself onto the bed next to Amir and held him close. Trying to comfort Amir, Blaine felt as his boyfriend began to grow. His arms became meatier, along with his legs. His feet began to expand bigger and bigger as the nice fancy shoes he wore began to tear. His neck became a meaty log the same width of his ever growing head. His head and face became a rounded bigger shape and he lost his chiseled features. Amir’s eyes became a lighter brown, his coiled dark hair became a messy mane, the tip of his nose began turning up and his lip began to grow the tiniest bit of stubble. Amir’s body kept growing, “Blaine…help…me…” he begged in a now much deeper voice than before, his chest expanded and so did his stomach, his now meaty legs began to become covered in wirey hair snaking up his body. Soon his shirt ripped off and exposed the growing forest of hair inhabiting his armpits. Then suddenly Amir’s skin began to lighten right before Blaine’s very eyes, changing from a light caramel into an eggshell color. Amir looked at himself and began to sob, “Babe…what ju…just happened to me?!”, “I don’t know” cried Blaine.

Amir abruptly clutched his stomach and let out a deep groan, trying to understand what just happened Blaine began to ask “Babe…are…you feeling alright? What’s the matt…” Blaine was interrupted by a boisterous fart released from Amir’s ass “BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAPP”. As the noxious ass-stink shot out of Amir’s ass his entire body within a matter of just a second or two grew even bigger, his ass became a huge, plump mass of fat, his feet grew another two sized and tore his shoes apart off and his arms, legs, chest, stomach, etc all grew bigger than ever before. As the fart echoed in the room Blaine grabbed Amir, “Amir!? Babe! Are you alright?”, “Who are you calling Amir!? The name is Austyn and i'm not your ‘Babe’!” He mockingly said “Babe” as he spoke.

Confused and thinking Amir was playing some weird joke you got closer to him and touched his thigh, “Babe? That isnt funny” Blaine commented. “I told you im not your ‘Babe’!” Austyn retorted. “But babe I-“ Grabbing you by the back of his head Austyn forced Blaine into his hairy armpit. It stank, worse than Wesley’s hairy armpit, it smelled like something was rotting inside of it. Coming out of the stinking pit he began to feel it happen. Just like Amir his body started to shake.

Groaning, Blaine tried to get up and go to the door but he quickly realized his body was cramping up. He fell to the floor as Austyn watched him. Just like his sweet boyfriend, Blaine was growing more and more muscular. His well maintained hair turned into a mane akin to Austyn’s. Blaine’s arms filled with muscle, his chest grew a muscular rack, his legs and thighs tightened and contorted into massive robust tree trunks. Blaine’s face changed and became more cut and masculine, his legs became covered in hair and his pits filled in with hair accompanied by the smell of a high school locker room.

Blaine was changing completely, and that's when he felt it, a sharp pain in his gut. “Oh no…” Blaine said, “FRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPP” and then just like Amir , Blaine’s body grew bigger and quicker than before in just a second. Bursting out of his clothes Blaine laid on. Feeling the fart rush out of him the pain in his gut subsided but he also felt as if he was missing something now… He thought back and realized he couldn’t remember how he got in this room and why he was on the floor in front of his brother.

The tats are new. The bling is new. Hell the muscle is new too. It was only a few weeks ago that you looked like any other nerdy gaymer, pale and scrawny. It was also a few weeks ago that you contracted that guy to install a new sound system and do some much needed renovation around the apartment. You'd hated every second of having this douchebag sneering at you and posing as he did some seriously second rate work. The bastard kept stopping to take selfies or as he called them thirst traps for his bitches.

When he finally left you realised that the dumbass jock had left his cap behind and was about to throw it out but something in it compelled you to try it on...see what it looked like...

Joel finished putting on his favorite shirt to go out, and checked his chat again, he could hardly believe that he had agreed to go out with that guy his best friend had told him about, he had broken up with his ex months ago, and didn't seem to feel ready to take on another relationship, but, well, a date was better than staying depressed on his couch all afternoon eating junk food watching rom-coms.

He finished by adding his perfume, checking himself once again in the mirror, and sighing "Please dont be a jerk this time" he wished for his next date, when the bell ring got him out of trance.

He ran when he heard the doorbell, and to his great surprise, a tall boy, with a some-what tanned skin, clearly showing latino roots, beefy complexion, large muscles, showed out of his door. There was only one detail, the hunk boy was shirtless, only wearing some gym shorts, and if that wasnt enough, a slight stench was present almost immediately, making obvious it came from the big jock, Joel wrinkled his nose a little trying to be discreet.

"Ehh.. Hello, can I help you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, the jock frowned. "Are you Joel?" He limited himself to ask.

"Yes, uh, are you the boy with whom I had a dat..." his words were interrupted as the animal of a man simply proceed and grabbed him by his head, within a second, he had his head to remain below in one of his armpits, receiving directly that aroma he lingered before, making him cough on the manly scent.

"Shut up! Faggot!" Saul said with an expression of disgust, without any effort he grabbed Joel's shirt collar while he tried to gasp for some air "I don't go to dates with sissys like you! I only hang out with my bros" he told him furiously. "This should put some hair on that chest of yours" Not having time to react quickly, the stinky hunk let out a deep, nasty burp right in his face.

BOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!

"Now lets start... Real men don't cook, that's for the ladies" the jock said as he blew the remains of his burp towards the poor, scrawny nerd.

As Joel forcibly inhaled Saul's putrid smoke, his brain began to be penetrated by the stench, new memories being created that would replace everything that made Joel him, memories of his mother teaching him how to cook and take care of himself, became in memories of his mother cooking for him, his father and brothers.

"Ugh, God... That's disgusting" Joel swallowed the burp while trying not to vomit while gagging.

"Come on man, you have to get out the machismo inside you... Real men don't clean, we are made to be crude, and ought to be grotty" Saul raised a leg and squinted an eye, before grunting.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

After letting out a loud fart that rumbled through his shorts, with a quick maneuver Saul brought Joel closer to his butt, being greeted by the toxic smell emanating from it, Joel swore it would be enough to knock out an elephant, coughing violently.

Again, his mind felt blurred, his thoughts changing with more memories again, since he was a child, the nerdy boy had always been a clean freak, tidying his room and cooperating with his sisters to clean the whole house. now, for some reason he could only remember him and his brothers watching soccer games in their undies, dirty plates of food filling the kitchen sink, dirty clothes scattered throughout the all the house, the toilet bowl up and dirty.

"What's going on?" Joel said, now more dizzy and confused than ever, his nausea preventing him from reasoning clearly and making a superhuman effort not to smell that foul bomb.

"You're becoming a man, that's happening, you better brace your pathetic self, this is a damn combo" Saul warned, then his stomach growled fiercely, while a smirk appeared in his mouth.

"NO!" Joel pleaded, but it was too late, as his please were overshadowed by Saul bending down to be at his height, only to blurt out in his face "MAAAAN UUUUUUUPPP-UUURRRRRRP!!!!" He belched his words out, while forcing the weak gay boy to sniff the nauseating blast.

By that point Joel had already fallen to the ground, crying and suffocating, pleading that this was some kind of nightmare, Saul rolled his eyes and growled "What a fuckin baby, it's just a little man gas, what are you?! Uh? You're a guy, you should be proud... Real men always let the gas rip" he said. , before bending over again, putting his big ass in those smelly shorts scented with all those gases dangerously close to his face, to let one last fart finish his job, poor Joel just having a final view of the ass getting closer "NOOOOOO!!..."

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!

...

"And he is right..." was the first thought that Joel had after the abrupt attack in that gas chamber "Men always let it rip... A Man loves to let it rip, its just a dude thing we have to assert our dominance" was what came out then of his lips, before Saul heard and turned to see him, and a huge smile of satisfaction formed on his face.

"Fuck yeah man, nothing like dropping a fat one with your bros for a good laugh, right? We guys should always think farts are funny, they're manly" he remarked.

And as if it was a cue, a growl in Joel's stomach began to growl and make him uncomfortable, he simply patted himself and raised his leg.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

"ahh, that felt good" he sighed and letted a dumb chuckle "i have to quit that chipotle next time" he said with a grin, and Saul hit his shoulder playfully.

"haha that's nothing bro, the burping contest we had on our boys' night was brutal, man, you can even belch out the alphabet like a maestro, eh? Show off those roars" Saul added with a huge smile.

"AHHH.. BEHHH... CEEHH.. DEEEHHH" His mind was blank now, a simple order like that was enough to control him and make the burps start to come out of him, even when he didn't feel the need to burp, he just wanted to show off with his bro... It is what real men do.

"That felt good" He said, with a stupid grin forming in his lips too.

"As it should be! You gotta take pride in your machismo, huh? Machote" He said before slapping hiss ass, causing a small but putrid fart to come out of his now plump ass, making both of them laugh. "damn yeah, bro, its fuckin great to be a man" Joel said and Saul nodded proudly.

With that putrid gas, Joel sealed his new persona, letting his old gay and scrawny being fly away in the form of that smelly fart, to become a dumber, grosser, sexist, loud, and obnoxious version of him, a real man, and a real macho.

Seconds later he got a text from his best friend, or his best bro, and read it "Broo, hurry up and bring your fuckin ass here, we gotta have a boys night and watch the game, bring the beer, haven't Saul picked you up yet?"

He smirked and responded "On our way brodah, don't nuke your room too soon, I want to breath some fresh air for the match" He joked and chuckled dumbly, as he squinted one eye and simply lifted his leg to rip a fat deep one before going out his place, fist bumping with Saul.

Alan was 20 years old gay guy that turned his passion for video games into a career as a streamer. Every night, he sat in front of his computer, illuminated by the lights of his setup, and connected to play with his thousands of followers enchanted by the fact of having a popular gay and handsome streamer. That night, however, something different happened.

While chatting with his audience and viewing the comments in the chat, he noticed a message that stood out among the others.

@ yourbroski: "Try this game, 'Man of the Future'," said a donation message with a link.

@ yourbroski: "Its my game, i create It"

- You Did!? No way - Alan replied

He clicked the link, opening the Game just for being nice, the title didnt sounded like something that the girly Alan would enjoy.

Within seconds after the click, Alan found himself downloading a game he had never heard of. The title, "Man of the Future," glowed on the screen.

The game was a complicated obstacle course and shooter that quickly engrossed Alan into the digital word.

- Hey, this is indeed fun

But the fun ended quickly. When he died in the game for the first time - Which was pretty fast -, a screen appeared with the saying, "C'mon Bro, you can do better" along with an strange music, almost hipnotazing music.

- Whoa, did you guys see that? - Alan said, leaning back in his chair. - This game is savage! 'C'mon Bro, you can do better'? Challenge accepted! - he answered.

However, the second attempt didn’t go any better. When Alan died again, the message changed to, "Don’t be a noob, Bro."

Alan face reddened with frustration. "Okay, Bro," he muttered under his breath.

- No way am I letting this game call me a noob. Let's do this! - He turned to the chat, determination blazing in his eyes. -You guys with me? This game’s going down, Bros!

Took a sip of His... beer? He didnt remenber being drinking beer, he didnt even remenber enjoying beer but he was so centred on beating that game that kinda ignored It.

- OOOOOUUURRRP - he belched - dang, sorry bros - he said a bit ashamed... Just a bit. He was too centred to being ashamed.

Meanwhile the coments were going crazy.

"Whats happening With all those 'Bro'? Thats off character"

"@ yourbroski: Nothing to be ashamed! Better out than inside my Bro!"

"Are we sure this Is Alan? Lol"

He keep playing moving his fingers as fast as he could, he was doing Better and when he almost reached the wining flag - a flag decorated only With White and black lines - he got killed by another player.

- Son of a bitch! - he yelled - that motherfucker killed me at the very last BRARRRRP - belched - moment!

"Dont be a pussy" The screen said this time, as knowing he was whining.

- No way this game just called me a "pussy"! - he said ofended - Im not, and in gonna show them all - he said while opening his legs in the chair in a more relaxed position, tooking a moment to scracht his balls in front everybody before starting the new round.

In that position everybody could apreciate some strong arms and legs that people didnt knew Alan had abd Alan didnt remenber to have worked on.

"Sexy" a guy comented.

He was gay, but for some reason reading that from a guy, maked him feel angry.

- Dont be a weirdo, dude - he said

He was gay, right..?

Then started playing again, not releasing every time his character died, a part of His persona did too.

Yelling, coursing, chugging beer and burping, acting with a cocky attitude more and more, every round, less nice, less gay, less him, until...

- BROS, I-OARRRRRP -He couldnt contain a burp - I DID IT!

His character was holding that black and White flag.

"Now youre a real alpha" the tv screen said With that strange music still.

"Now youre the Man of the future"

And with that, the remains of Alan were erased, he didnt remenber being a girly gay guy anymore, he always had been an alpha, a straight, gassy, jock that loved playing videogames and humillating the noobs and "queerdos" on the games.

Alan started doing a "celebration dance" that basically was doing hip moviments to show his bulge. Like he were fucking someone.

- This Is for you, @broski - Alan put His microphone close to his ass and ripped a big, loud, smelly fart on It - i beated you - he said proud. Between laughs he added - Nah, GG bro, youre talented, definetly gonna share It with the bros.

"Whats happening with Him?!' someone comented

"@ yourbroski: That flag send the fag away"

Alan didnt even read those coments, he was busy trying to fan away the fart with his hands.

That Night the strange transformartion of the gay gamer Alan was trending everywhere, but before His friend Group had read something, they receive link to a Game from Alan.

"Alan: Best game of the month broskis"

The group of friends made up of gay guys and nice straight guys thought Alan's writing was odd, but without knowing the situation they gave more atention to the link, opening it, ready to play a life-changing game, "The man of the future."