#forced transformation

You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.

"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"

"Jason is like totally the hottest."

"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."

"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"

You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.

"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"

The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.

“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"

"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.

"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.

The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"

You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.

"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"

Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.

"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"

"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"

"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.

"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."

"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"

You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.

"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.

"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.

"No shame in that, brah!"

You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.

"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"

Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"

"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"

The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.

"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.

"Chlorophyll."

"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"

Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"

The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.

"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.

"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"

You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."

"Correct!"

"Woah bro, nice one!"

Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.

"What the…?"

The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…

"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"

The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"

"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."

But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?

"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."

You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!

"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.

"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."

You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...

"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.

"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."

The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...

"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"

"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."

"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.

The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?

"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."

"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"

"Dead lifts..."

"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."

The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."

Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?

"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.

You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.

"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.

"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."

Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.

"The answer is hips, bro."

"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.

As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.

"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind- Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.

When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?

"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.

Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?

A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.

The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."

"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.

"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.

"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"

The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"

The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.

"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."

Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.

The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.

With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.

"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.

And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…

This AU continues to eat at my brain - I present more lore/background to the transformation poor Leon is going through throughout the events of RE4.

I imagine Leon is going through it mentally throughout the entirety of this infection process but he’s able to push aside most of the trauma by cracking corny jokes as per usual. It isn’t until he loses his face (literally) and is unable to speak that he truly spirals into his first full-on panic attack. Luckily, Ashley has complete trust in this man by this point and helps remind him that he is just as human as he ever has been, even if he’s realllllly not feeling like it right now. I’m kinda picturing a reversal of that scene when Leon has to reassure Ashley that she IS in control and that everything is gonna be okay.

Bonus scene!

(Pride Month Special)

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m cool with gay dudes and gay chicks but I just don’t understand why you guys need a whole month? What’s there to celebrate? It’s not like we have a pride month for straight people.” Kyle mused as he scuffed his trainer against the floor.

Garrett had to do his best not to immediately roll his eyes at his clueless roommate. “It’s not just about being part of the LGBTQ. It’s about celebrating how far we’ve and everyone that came before us have come. And how far we still need to go until we get real equality. It’s not just about celebrating how much we like being gay. Come on Kyle…” Garrett did his best to explain things to Kyle but it was clear most of what he was saying went right over the straight skater bro’s head.

“I dunno brah. I feel like you guys have it pretty equal nowadays. I see gay dudes, like, everywhere.” Kyle retorted, his obliviousness somehow making him sound dumber than he already was. It was clear he didn’t mean anything he was saying in a hateful or derogatory way. It was just the ignorance of a straight man shining bright.

“Not in the slightest. I wish that were true but we’re still a ways off equal rights.” Garrett insisted. “I get it’s probably hard to grasp if you’re not actually gay but please just trust me.”

Kyle shrugged. “Whatever you say man. I still think it’s a bit over the top. You do you though I guess.”

Garrett watched as Kyle sauntered off towards his bedroom. He couldn’t help but sigh a little. He could swear they’d had this exact same debate last year during Pride month. And the year before that. Yet every time, no matter how well Garrett explained it, the reason as to why it was so important always seemed to fly over Kyle’s head. Garrett liked the guy but Kyle really could be dense sometimes.

Unbeknownst to them both, a great and powerful warlock had been spying on them. Mr Wavell. Invisible as he usually was. He’d been in search of his next experiment and he couldn’t help but think he’d found just the right guy in Kyle. He was cute for sure. Lean but very hairy from head to toe with some nice facial hair that really got Wavell’s cock pumping. Not to mention that dumb skater bro attitude was enough to make Wavell want to bend him over the side of his bed right here and now before fucking him until the sun comes up.

Immediately Wavell began to think of all the things he could possibly do to Kyle. He could force him to swap bodies with Garrett. He could get him to hulk out of his baggy clothes. Perhaps even add some fat to go with all that hair and make him into a proper bear of a man. Or what if he aged Kyle up to his mid forties just to see how much of a daddy he’d become in years to come. Kyle seemed like the type to age like fine wine after all. However, after the conversation he’d just witnessed, Wavell soon landed on the perfect change for a man like this.

As Kyle laid on his bed scrolling through his phone, Wavell held out a hand towards him. Purple magic began to sparkle around his fingertips before shooting out towards the oblivious dolt before him. Kyle was none the wiser, his mortal eyes unable to see or detect the magic without Wavell’s say so. Before long Kyle’s entire body was wrapped in a soft purple glow as he continued to mindlessly scroll past images of half naked women mixed into his feed. The magic pulsed a few times around his figure before focusing down to concentrate on three precise points on his body.

His brain, his cock and his ass.

Kyle couldn’t help but shift around awkwardly on the bed as his ass began to transform first. It was the most subtle of the three but still necessary in Wavell’s eyes. Those unremarkable fuzzy cheeks he had hidden away in his baggy shorts started to swell and perk up. Soon gaining a bubblier shape that would jiggle modestly with any step he took. Soon becoming a shapely and supple ass, the likes of which anyone would be tempted to smack just for the sake of watching it ripple.

The 27 year old was none the wiser to his first change. However he couldn’t help but grunt a little when the magic pulsing around his crotch began to morph his cock. All his life, Kyle had been blessed with a horse cock. It was part of the reason he always wore such baggy clothes. Anything too tight would run the risk of looking obscene with how large his manhood was. But that was about to change.

9 hefty inches. That’s how big Kyle’s dick was when he got excited. Even still a staggering 6 inches while soft. Enough to give any man all the confidence he needs in life. But now as Wavell’s magic works its was in and around Kyle’s prised male organ, that intimidating size began to slip away. Slowly losing inch after inch alongside some of its formerly impressive girth. Kyle barely noticed. Only scratching his groin in oblivious confusion while continuing to scroll his phone.

Before long Kyle’s once mighty cock had shrunken down to about half of its former greatness. 5 inches hard and 3 inches soft. Much more modest. It was generous considering Wavell had all the power to give Kyle a tiny little micro dick but he decided not to be quite so cruel. Still it was a far cry from the cock Kyle had once had. It doesn't matter though. Soon enough Kyle wouldn't need a large impressive cock anyway.

With Kyle’s cock and ass now changed, his brain was last on the chopping block. The magic swirling around the dome of his head began to intensify as it reached inside of his mind and wormed around until it found what it was looking for. Kyle’s sexuality. The previous two changes had just been for Wavell’s enjoyment. This one was what he was really in it for.

Kyle found himself feeling oddly faint and lightheaded and Wavell’s magic systematically removed any attraction Kyle once had towards women. Draining him of any kind of sexual magnetism for the opposite sex until he was nothing more than a blank slate in that regard. Ready to be remodeled as the warlock saw fit.

Then came the fun part. Wavell had the pleasure of refilling Kyle’s sexuality with a pure unbridled lust for cock. Before long his brain had become completely fogged over with thoughts and images of handsome men, both young and old. His heart raced as he failed to stop himself from feeling hot and flushed at the idea of touching another man’s hairy chest or kissing his biceps. And of course sucking dick. Wavell would make sure to plant these desires so deep inside Kyle’s brain that soon the mere idea of getting fucked by another man would feel like a necessity to him. Like it was something he simply couldn’t live without.

Kyle had become a writhing horny mess on the bed. His phone discarded to one side as he reached a hand down towards his crotch. His diminished cock was as stiff as could be and sensitive to the touch. He reached underneath the waist band to grip it gently. He should’ve noticed how much smaller it was now but somehow as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, it felt normal…

There was part of his mind that was trying to tell him that something was very wrong. Trying to remind him that he was a straight man despite how much he wanted to bust a nut at the thought of swallowing another dude's cum. Trying to remind him that he liked women as he arched his back at the idea of being speared up the ass by an enormous cock. His mortal brain did everything it could to warn him. But it wasn’t nearly enough to stand against the might of Mr Wavell’s potent magic.

Soon enough Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles as he found himself jerking off furiously to the onslaught of hot men that now plagued his mind. He’d turned over on the bed so that his face was on the pillow with his ass up in the air while he reached underneath to touch himself. He envisioned some kind of hunk or daddy coming up behind him and rubbing their dick in between his thick hairy ass cheeks. Teasing his hole gently before finally sliding in and giving him the pounding of a lifetime. It was all he could think about as his former life as a straight man seemed to slip through his fingers.

Wavell nodded to himself as he watched, pleased with his handiwork as always. He absolutely could’ve left it there and moved on after taking some time to enjoy the sight. But when he thought of a way to make this even better, he just couldn’t help himself.

He left Kyle where he was in the bedroom before phasing through the walls and into the living room where Garrett was sat. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch, completely unaware of what’d happened to his roommate. The unsuspecting man was equally unaware of how the warlock was about to change him as well.

Mr Wavell’s magic reached out towards Garrett similar to how it’d reached Kyle. Coiling gently around Garrett’s lean but fit frame until he was completely submerged in the warmth of Wavell’s sparkling purple magic. Though, just like Kyle, he couldn’t see it. What he would see however was the transformation it was about to bestow upon him.

Garrett’s change was no doubt going to be much more physical than Kyle’s had been, evident by how the magic seemed to spread itself evenly across his entire body rather than focusing on any specific spots. Then, with a smirk, Wavell used his power to begin aging Garrett up.

Prior to this Garrett had always been just a couple years younger than Kyle, having turned 25 a few months back. But not anymore as Garrett found himself growing older by the second. Quickly rising up through his twenties and into his thirties. He had no idea what was happening to him at first. Only that he felt this bizarre build up of energy pulsing around his body in an oddly pleasurable reverberating wave. Hardly even noticing the way his skin began to look more weathered or the feeling of wrinkles starting to form around his eyes and forehead. Or even how his hairline started to recede more noticeably as he started to approach his forties.

Garrett let out a low and satisfied grumble as he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. He should’ve questioned this weird and unnatural sensation but it felt too damn good. So much so that his eyes fluttered shut just dark brown hair began to see wisps of silver that didn’t waste any time multiplying as he continued along his forties. Even the mild hair on his chest and face started to gain a salt and pepper touch.

And finally Garrett reached his early fifties. Luckily for him, the rapid aging came to a screeching halt soon after. He was left looking like a delicious dad who most would agree was a dilf that could absolutely get it. Still lean and fit but now with a bit more mature edge. It was immediately clear that Garrett was just one of those men that age like fine wine. Only looking better as they look older. Wavell had just helped him skip to the good part. But he wasn’t finished.

“There’s still room to dad-ify you a little more I think…” Wavell muttered to himself. So he urged his magic on just a little bit further to keep moulding Garrett’s body.

The result of this was for Garrett’s stomach to rumble loudly. It was an omen for what was to come as seconds later, his once slender physique swiftly began to swell with fat. His lean muscle softening slightly under layers of string capable flesh. His growing arms filled out the sleeves of his shirt slightly. Those ballooning thighs strained the seams of his pants. His once hard chest couldn’t help but sag ever so slightly. But most notably of all, his belly started to expand until he was left with a nice hefty dad gut.

Wavell made sure to add a few final touches like making sure to fill out Garrett’s face with a little bit of chub as well as granting him a nice dad butt to match his belly. But even after adding all that sexy new weight to Garrett’s frame, Wavell was still hungry for more dadification.

“Hmmmm… How about some extra fur.” Wavell shrugged before snapping his fingers.

The magic around Garrett glowed brightly again. Then in an instant, newfound body hair began to sprout around his chubby new dad bod. Swirling around his chest and stomach the most but also giving his legs, ass and arms a good helping too. He still wasn’t quite as hairy as Kyle but he wasn’t far off. Especially as his beard grew fuller than ever before.

“Almost perfect. Just one last thing…”

The purple glow moved now and concentrated only on Garrett’s groin. Swirling desperately around his bulge as it began to flood his dick with transformative energy similar to what’d happened to Kyle. Only Garret’s cock didn’t get smaller. Quite the opposite. It started to grow rapidly. Getting longer and girthier while his balls get fatter and fuller. Not stopping until Garrett was carrying an enormous drooling daddy cock between his legs.

Wavell grinned. “There. Now that’s a daddy.”

As the magic finally began to dissipate, so did the warm pleasurable sensation that’d been keeping Garrett distracted. As such he found himself opening his eyes again slowly only to look wide eyed down at his new form.

“W-w-w-what the f-FUCK!” He roared in a panic. Even his voice was different. More gravely and aged. His hands flew to his midsection, grabbing his belly in disbelief. He was lost for words with no idea how to react beyond simply squeezing his gut a few times to confirm it was real. Every instinct was screaming at him that it was impossible. And yet… he couldn’t even remember what his body was supposed to look like? Wavell had already taken the step of removing most of Garrett’s knowledge of his younger self. Before long he’ll believe he’s always been this thick older daddy. But a little extra push to help get his mind off things couldn’t hurt right?

At last Wavell undid the invisibility shimmer on himself, allowing Garrett to see the warlock standing before him.

“Whoa!? W-where did you come from?!? Who are you?!?!” Garrett shouted in a panic, understandably so. Unfortunately he wouldn’t get an answer to his question.

Before he had a chance to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening, the suited stranger before him reached out and grabbed either side of Garrett’s head. Mr Wavell’s eyes began to glow a deep violet as he cradled Garrett’s head in his hands. Garrett sank under his control in a matter of seconds. Nobody could resist his gaze.

“You love being a daddy. Ultimately it’s your life's purpose, isn’t it?” Wavell told Garrett like it was a fact.

“I love being… a daddy. It’s my purpose…” Garrett repeated back to Wavell

“And right now your boy is sitting all alone in his room, begging for someone to go and satisfy his hole. He needs your cock Garrett. He needs daddy’s cock.” Wavell’s words sunk in nice and deep.

“My boy… he needs my cock…” Garrett repeated again, dick hardening slightly against his pants in response.

“You want to be a good daddy don’t you?” The warlock asked.

Garrett nodded slowly but surely.

“Then get in there and fill your boy with a nice fat load to show him just how much he matters to you. Understand?” Wavell smiled.

“Yes… sir.” Garrett confirmed.

Wavell leaned in and kissed Garrett on the forehead “Good man. I know you’ll do well.” He said before slowly pulling his hands back and releasing Garrett from his gaze. “Now get in there.”

Garrett didn’t waste a second. He practically leapt up from the couch before making his way down the hallway towards Kyle’s room. Wavell followed behind him, watching as Garrett opened the door only to be greeted by a glorious sight. Kyle’s ass was still up in there air, waving side to side as he jerked himself off. Who could possibly resist an invitation like that. Garrett couldn’t stop himself from pouncing on Kyle’s furry ass. The first thing he did was stuff his face nice and deep before eating out his hole like a pro.

At first Kyle was a little confused as to what was happening. The hot daddy that’d just walked into his room looked weirdly like his roommate, only older and fatter. Was it Garrett’s dad he wondered? He was too honey to keep questioning it though. All he knew was that the universe had blessed him with a hot daddy who was eager to fulfil his need for cock. And he welcomed it readily.

After recasting the invisibility shimmer on himself, Wavell took a seat on a nearby chair next to the bed. Watching tentatively as Garrett worked his way to finally plunging his huge dad cock inside Kyle’s hole. The sensation of which caused Kyle’s much smaller dick to pulse harder than it ever could’ve from masturbation. Before long Kyle’s face was buried deep into his pillow while Garrett made sure to drive his cock down to the hilt with every mighty thrust. More than eager to breed and claim his new boy.

Wavell smiled. He couldn’t help but feel like these two were going to enjoy their lives a hell of a lot more now. And as for Kyle and his attitude towards pride month, it’s probably safe to say that he might have a change of tone by next year when he’s going to parades and celebrating with his new daddy.

Dorian was on his way home from work with a pit in his stomach. Unfortunately, there weren't any traffic jams, so it seemed Dorian would have to face his boyfriend without delay.

Dorian and Patrick loved each other more than anything, but somewhere along the way, the sexual spark had started to fade. To Dorian, this was fine, but Patrick's libido was much higher. Dorian agreed to an open relationship, but Patrick always said he wanted Dorian more than anyone else. To try and reignite the spark, they made Wednesdays their sex day — and ever since, Dorian dreaded going home on Wednesdays.

As expected, Dorian got home right on time. As he opened the door, the usual smells from the kitchen were already missing. Patrick always made the most delicious meals for them both. Today, no noise came from the kitchen.

As Dorian walked towards the kitchen, he heard some murmuring from upstairs. When he arrived in their bedroom, Dorian saw a behemoth of a man standing next to their bed.

Once again with the wonderful @misctf .

Eric sighs as he got ready for another day of classes. It wasn’t like classes were hard for a genius like him, but there were certainly other challenges on campus. After a quick shower, breakfast, and organizing his notes for the day, Eric was off to his first class. And as per his usual routine, Liam greets him at the corner.

“Eric!” Liam smiles, “Okay, did you see the latest chapter of Battle Monsters? I won’t spoil it if you didn’t, but…”

"Of course I did!” Eric beams, “Okay, what did you think about…”

The two continue talking about the latest chapter of their favorite manga, before shifting to their plans for the weekend- namely D&D and watching comic book movies. And as they talk, Eric couldn’t help but be grateful to have found friends who share his interests. How less lonely he felt compared to his high school days.

“This is perfect.” Eric thinks, while laughing at one of Liam’s jokes.

Well, almost perfect. As Liam splits off and walks to his class, Eric feels someone walking to catch up with him. And his heart sinks when the all too familiar smell of sweat and a tough-work-out tickles at his nose.

“Well, well look who it is.” Jax’s mocking laughter follows close behind, “Seriously, what the fuck were you talking about?”

“Just leave me alone.” Eric’s words lack the confidence he was hoping to convey, “I…”

“Shut it, nerd.” Jax cut him off. He throws an arm around his victim in mock affection, “Relax. I’m here to give you the good news.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face, “I leave to study abroad in a few days, and I’m sure that oversized brain of yours knows what that means.”

Eric couldn’t help but smile to himself. He knew exactly what that meant. A semester free of Jax. No more bullying, no more mocking, no more torment.

“Oh but don’t get too excited. I still have a few more days here.” Jax continued, “And I’m gonna make the most of it.” Before Eric could react, Jax firmly grasped his arm, “Come on nerd, I wanna show you something.”

“L-let go of me!”

But Jax’s strength easily overpowers the young nerd. And before Eric knew what was happening, he’s pulled into an empty classroom.

“You might be wondering, ‘Why am I here?’ Well, that’s very simple, nerd. You and I are gonna be a lot closer these next few days.” Jax winks at him, “How can I possibly leave for a semester and give you all that precious time free of me?” He glares at Eric, “Sit.” He commands, and Eric did- hoping if he just went along with whatever this was, he’d be done soon enough.

“I-I have to get to class, please…”

“Just wait a goddamn minute, nerd.” Jax smirks and pulls off his sneaker, freeing his sweaty, moist foot, “Fuck, it feels good to free these babies.” He flexes his toes, “Well, they’re not gonna clean themselves, right nerd? That morning work-out really did a number on these.” His dumb laughter fills the air.

“No way, I’m not… I’m not…” Eric wants to protest. To tell Jax to fuck off. But as he stares at his tormenter’s foot, his mind was slowing.

“That’s right. You love to serve me. Love to serve my feet.” Jax smirks as Eric approaches him, dropping to his knees, “Yeah, that’s it. Can’t resist my musk, can ya?” Eric’s eyes water as he brings Jax’s foot to his mouth, “You never want to leave my feet. You want to serve them, love them.”

Jax moans as Eric’s mouth and tongue go to work. The young nerd’s eyes filling with tears as the rotten smell and taste overwhelm his senses. His mind racing. What the fuck am I doing? Why can’t I stop stop? Eric wants to run, to scream. But…

“You’re just a pair of my used and abused socks.” Jax continues in the same hypnotic voice, “Filled with my sweat and cum. Not even a person.”

Eric couldn’t understand what Jax was saying- was this some kind of weird fetish. He isn’t… Eric let out a pained cry as his body began to burn from the inside out.

“Wh-what’s happening to me!?” Eric’s eyes widen as he watches his feet and legs shrink into his torso, “Jax! Stop! Please!”

Jax only watches in amusement as Eric’s skin turns white. His chest and abdomen deflate and hollow out, while his arms shrink into his changing torso. He flops to the ground, unable to move- only able to look up at his bully.

“Wait… please, don’t…!” Eric let out a muffled cry as Jax forcefully sticks his foot into Eric’s open mouth.

“Good little sock.” Jax smiles as he watched the transformation finalize, until he was the only person in the room, “Fuck… I know you can still hear and taste everything. Hope you’re loving it. And even if you aren’t, well… you will.”

Eric had no conception of time. No ability to know how many hours or days passed. His whole world consumed by the smelly, musky foot that filled his entire being. Jax wore him at all times. At the gym, on the field, on his jogs. He didn’t even shower afterwards. Days passed, allowing his stench to accumulate and overwhelm the young nerd further. Eric wished for some relief, even maybe a cycle in the laundry machine to help rid him of his tormentor’s stench. Even on the night Jax did remove him, the relief was short lived as Jax forced his meaty cock into what once had been Eric’s mouth, before jerking off and cumming inside him. Eric hoped that Jax would toss him aside after his pleasure session, but instead he was immediately wrapped around Jax’s foot again. The days went by, the cycle continued, and Eric knew he didn’t have much of a fight left in him…

“Ah fuck, the day has come.” Jax smirks at his sweat and cum-stained sock, “I leave tomorrow, brah. I think I got enough fun in this past week to make up for my semester-long absence, wouldn’t you say?” He grins as he pulls his sock off and tosses it to the ground, “Let’s see…”

He watches with a grin as the sock contorts, morphs, and changes. Human features bubbling from the piece of fabric. And after a few minutes, Eric is back to his human form.

“Wh-where…?”

“Shut your mouth and get the fuck out of here.” Jax smirks, “Here’s a little souvenir.” He tosses him a few items of his clothing, “Wouldn’t want the world having to look at your tiny cock.”

In a daze, Eric dresses in the tank-top, boxers, and athletic shorts that Jax had so graciously given him. His mind still reeling with what happened, unable to process it fully. And as he walks back to his dorm, embarrassment fills him as people wrinkle their nose. Eric became acutely aware of the stench wafting off of him- just like Jax. His bully’s scent scarred into him. He tries to shower when he gets back to his dorm room. Tries to get rid of the stench. But he’s tired. And he quickly drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

Eric sighs as he gets up for another day of classes. The stench still lingers. The memories still hazy. He tries to get into his morning routine, but his desire to shower was gone- he felt like he had to force himself. Even his clothes feel wrong- too stuffy and boring. His notes are harder to understand. He’s aware now that his breakfast lacks protein. This all feels… wrong…

“Eric! Where have you been?” Liam asks as the two meet up, “I heard you were sick, but no one could get in touch with you.”

“Yeah…” Eric’s eyes dart towards the campus gym, “Sick or somethin’ like that.”

“Well, I was thinking we could play some Battle Monsters later. I just got a new deck and…”

“Battle Monsters? Fuck, man. Real men don’t play that shit.” Eric’s eyes widen, “Uh… fuck… I need to go! I’m sorry Liam!” Before Liam could say anything, Eric sprints off.

Eric’s thoughts race as he runs to the closest bathroom. The insanity of the last week, the smell that still clung to him, the words that left his mouth just then… He wants to cry. His identity feels fractured. It felt wrong. He doesn’t smell like himself- he smells like Jax. He doesn’t sound like himself- he sounds like Jax.

“I’m not Jax.” He grunts, throwing his backpack aside and staring closely in the bathroom mirror, “I’m not him.”

Jax wasn’t here. He’s halfway across the world. Eric was free of him. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder. He didn’t have to worry about being tormented. This is all… good. Eric sighs as a strange, tingling warmth spreads through his body- one Eric thought meant joy. But it stays. Lingers, almost painfully.

“Hey Eric?” Liam’s voice breaks his concentration, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m aight.” Eric coughs to clear his throat, “Uh sorry, lost my cool. What were we doing?”

Liam shifts uncomfortably, “Uh class then library, like always.”

“Sweet.”

Class was something Eric usually loved, taught by a professor he admired. But today felt… off. Maybe it was the warmth bubbling beneath his skin, or him trying to catch up after a week of whatever Jax had done to him, but he couldn’t focus. The words the professor used, the concepts he was delving into- Eric’s brain couldn’t seem to retain or understand them. He knew that should frustrate him, but he resigned himself to doodling in his usually pristine notebook. Neat and tidy equations and immaculate handwriting now littered with crudely doodled dicks- the whole time Eric chuckling to himself with the completion of each masterpiece. When the class ends, all Eric had to show for it was a page of doodled dicks- his pride evidenced by his shit-eating grin.

“Dude, I think I broke a record for the number of dicks on a page.” He says turning to one of the jocks in the class- one of Jax’s friends- Eric recalls.

“Oh shit brah.” The jock chuckles, “Jax would be proud.” Eric could swear there was a knowing look in the jock’s eye- something sinister.

“Wh-what are you…?”

“Why are you talking to him?” Liam’s voice breaks Eric’s concentration, “Come on Eric… and leave us alone.” Liam pulls Eric away, the jock’s cruel laughter filling the air.

Liam and Eric walk quickly through campus and towards the library. Eric’s thoughts returning to class… what he did… how Jax’s friend clearly knows something. And as his brain replays what had happened, he felt shame. He’s a star student, not some dick-doodling, braindead jock. He isn’t Jax… That thought repeating in his mind. He isn’t Jax. He isn’t Jax. He… wasn’t Jax. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Eric?” Liam looks worried, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I… I need to go back to my room.” Eric says, “I’m still not feeling too well. I’ll see you later!”

Before Liam could get another word in, Eric turns and walks quickly towards the dorms. And when he finally makes it to his room, he falls to his bed, tears falling from his eyes. None of this makes sense- why was any of this happening? Eric wipes his eyes and grunts.

“What are you fuckin’ doing?” A voice echos in the back of his mind, “Real men don’t fuckin’ cry. They deal with their shit in the only way they know how.” The voice is cruel, mocking.

“H-how?” Eric whispers into the air.

“The gym.”

Eric looks over to a pile of discarded clothes in the corner of the room. The only athletic clothes he owns. Jax’s clothes… the ones he gave him that day. He had sworn never to wear them again. But without much resistance, Eric stripped out of his nerdy clothes, and grabbed his tormentor’s. First, the boxers. They slid up his leg and settled nicely on his waist. Eric had to admit they felt… right. Then the athletic shorts. And then the gray tank-top. Eric stares in the mirror, Jax’s clothes hanging loosely on his scrawny frame.

“I look…”

“Good.” The voice fills his mind, “But you’re missing something… Well, a few things…”

And Eric knew what he needed to do- where he needed to go. His walk across campus felt different this time. Each step filled with a bit more confidence. His clothes feeling more comfortable on his skin… not as loose. The wrinkling of noses, the dirty looks- things that he knows should bother him… just didn’t.

“Almost there.”

The voice in is head becoming clearer, taking on a familiar cadence and tone. Eric realizes it sounds like… Jax. He knows this should definitely bother him- scare him even. Why was Jax in his head? Why was Jax talking to him? Why was he fuckin’ listening? He pauses, his breathing becomes faster. He feels… he feels… He turns and looks at himself in a window.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” He whispers.

His exposed arms are toned, bulkier. His legs more muscular- calves more defined, thighs thicker. He looks down at his hands- the beginnings of callouses that he knew weren’t there an hour ago are etched into his skin. Weakly, he raises the tank-top and runs his hand along the faint but undeniably present abs he definitely knew were not there earlier that day.

“Fuck… you’re wasting time.” Jax’s voice grunts, “C'mon already…”

Eric nods slowly, “Yeah… yeah gotta go…” His voice sounds deeper, a bit rougher.

He turns from the mirror, catching a glimpse of his face as his jaw squares out a bit and his eyes darken and dull. Eric walks quicker now, his newly powerful legs bounding up the stairs of a frat house. Entering it like second nature- like he’d done this countless times. And as he walks through the living room, stepping over beer bottles and dumbbells, he can feel their eyes on him. Jax’s frat bros, lounging on the couch, making protein shakes in the kitchen- all turn and watch as Eric walks in. Some just smirk, while others laugh. But Eric keeps going- entering Jax’s room. And as he stands in his tormentor’s room, his stomach drops.

“I-I should leave…” Eric whispers to himself, “I need to get out of here.”

“We came here for a reason.” The voice in his head says, “Now go on…”

“But…”

Eric wants to protest and argue. A part of him registering that he isn’t going to be leaving this place as himself. That maybe… just maybe if he turned and left now, there’d be hope for him. That he could go back to being a nerd. Enjoying comic books… talking to Liam… playing Battle Monsters…

“Fuck all that shit.” Jax’s voice cruelly dismissed those thoughts, “I’m not some fuckin’ nerd. And you aren’t anymore either. Got it?”

“No… I’m not… I’m not you…”

“Yeah you are bruh… well, you will be.” The voice continues, “Now didn’t we come here for a reason?”

Eric whimpers as he steps forward, not sure anymore who was in control of his body. There, sitting on Jax’s bed was a red cap. Jax’s favorite. The one he always wore around campus. Part of his signature, douchebag look. And Eric took it in his now large, calloused hands. Every part of him screaming not to. Knowing this was it.

“You think he’s gonna do it?”

“Fuck, I can’t even tell the difference anymore.”

“Brah, this voodoo shit is wild.”

Eric could hear Jax’s frat bros from the doorway. Staring at him. Watching him closely. Mocking him. He didn’t like them. How they acted. What they said and did. Yet he was about to join them- that very thought causing his stomach to twist. And before he could think more about it, he raised the cap to his head and lowered it.

The room was silent. Eric was silent. That was it. It was on. The jocks held their breath. Eric stared blankly ahead. Waiting. For something. And just when the faintest hint of relief started to build, Eric let out a pained cry.

“Oh god, what the fuck!?”

It started in his feet. The cracking, the twisting. He watched as his feet morphed and shifted- growing in size. At least 13 inches. Wiry hairs sprouting on his toes- their stench enough to bring down an elephant. Eric hated how familiar they smelled. His memory as Jax’s sock playing endlessly in his shrinking brain.

“There we go.” The voice in his head sounded prideful, “Thatta boy.”

Eric’s legs followed- hair sprouting on his ever-enlarging muscular thighs and calves. Powerful. Warm. His butt filling with firm muscle and fat- two squeezable basketballs that would barely be contained in his pants. He’d certainly turn heads- the very thought sending another wave of unwanted pride through Eric’s mind.

“Fuck…” Eric moaned as his dick stood at full attention.

His balls grew larger, filling with virile cum. His dick continued to grow in his pants, while a jungle of unkempt, musky pubes grew around it. He pawed miserably at his cock with his thick, meaty hands. Watching through half-lidded eyes as his forearms thickened with muscle. He backed up against a wall and slid to the ground, cushioned by his thicc ass.

“I can’t… I don’t want this…” He could hear Jax’s frat bros laughing, gawking at the sight before them, “Please… help me…”

He let out a pained cry as his abs popped into existence, the small amount of fat burning away. The cramping continued as it moved into his chest. His flat chest began to fill with firm muscle, his nipples growing more sensitive as his pecs swelled into existence. He weakly brought his arm to them, giving one a squeeze and watched as his biceps and triceps grew thicker with firm muscle. With a tired sigh, he dropped his arm to his side, breathing heavily.

“It… it has to be over…” He grunted, “Please… just…”

He immediately went into a coughing fit as his neck thickened and his Adams apple grew more prominent. He grabbed at his face as his cute features finished becoming more angular- more masculine. He could feel his face rearranging beneath his skin and he just knew, even though he hated to admit it, that when he looked in the mirror, Jax would be staring back. He could even feel the burning pain as his ear was pierced.

“Fuck look at him.”

“Dude, what do we call him?”

“I mean, its Jax right?”

Eric looked over at them, and clumsily pulled out his phone. His heart was thumping in his newly muscular chest as he turned the camera towards him.

“No…” Eric knew what he was going to see, but actually seeing it. That was different, “I-I don’t want this. I don’t…”

“Why are you crying, nerd?” Jax’s voice echoed from within, “You got a problem with being a man?”

“No! Why would I ever want to be you?” Eric replied, the anguish evident in his voice- Jax’s voice, “All you do is torment people. You’re an asshole. A piece of shit!”

“Correct… You’re an asshole.” The voice chuckled, “And you’re a piece of shit. Because brah, you’re me. Get it?”

Eric held back a sob, “But… I’m still…”

“There’s no one better than you to be me.” The voice continued, “You know all my lines. Know all my favorite ways to keep nerds in their place.” Eric knew he was right- he experienced it all first hand, “Now you have the body, you have the tactics. You’re the fuckin’ king, brah.”

“But I don’t want to be this. I don’t want to…”

“Dude, this voice in your head? It’s you. It’s always been you.” Eric felt his heart start to sink, “Jax didn’t put me in your brain, these are your fuckin’ thoughts. I don’t know what the fuck Jax did to make us into this, but I’ve always been here. Waiting. And now? Admit it. You want this.”

“What are you saying?” Eric’s voice never sounded more uncertain.

“You got the bod. You got the mindset. You just gotta want it.” The voice pushed, “Do you want it?”

Eric knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was sweet. A good kid. He had dreams and passions. Complexity. He wasn’t this simple-minded asshole. But… he could be. He looked over to the mirror and saw Jax staring back. He wasn’t even himself anymore.

“Just let go. You know how to.”

Would it be that easy? To let go? To throw away his old life? To lose himself in Jax’s persona?

“It would be so fuckin’ easy.”

“Yeah… yeah it would.” So simple… no worries… so few thoughts…

A shit-eating grin formed on Eric’s new face. One that he knew mimicked Jax’s perfectly. He looked over at his frat bros, all of whom seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting to see if Jax’s little plan worked.

“Whatcha fuckin’ lookin’ at?” Eric pawed at his erect dick, “If you’re gonna stare, you might as well get to work.” He smirked as his frat bros howled with laughter.

_________

“Fuck yeah bro, that bitch from bio got me an A on another lab report.” Eric grunted, eyes fixated on the videogame before him, his phone on speaker, “Let him worship my cock in exchange. Seems fair right?”

“Pfft you’re a real fuckin’ natural. Ain’t it good being me?” Jax replied

“Yeah… fuckin’ love being you. Never going back…” Eric mindlessly flexed his bicep and gave it a kiss, “So when are ya gettin’ back to the states, brah?”

“A few weeks, bro. Can’t wait to hit the gym with my new twin bro.”

Eric smirked, “Yeah, can’t wait, bro.” He turned his game off, “Aight bro, remember that bitch, Liam? He’s comin’ over in a bit.”

“Oh really? What? You gonna play Battle Monsters with your old BFF?” Jax mocked.

“Oh hell naw brah.” Eric’s dull laughter filled the air, “I got something else in mind.” He looked down at his sweaty, hairy foot, a cruel grin spread across his face, “Hope you don’t mind being a triplet, bro.”

Part 1 | Part 2

Mason woke up with a small headache and a big problem. Two big problems, actually. One between his legs, and one lodged deep within his chest. His heart was pounding, his dick was throbbing, and, with the exception of his underwear, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stood up with some difficulty, and he felt heavier than usual. His head hit the lamp above the couch and he cursed under his breath.

He rubbed the sore spot on his head, and then he remembered exactly what he had done the previous day. He had swapped bodies with his jock roommate. His immediate reaction was excitement. He was in possession of the body of the hottest guy on campus, and he felt extremely powerful. He flexed his arms experimentally, trying to get used to the way this new body moved. It was unnerving. He seemed to hold so much untapped strength.

His attention was then drawn towards his lower body. Powerful legs, the size of his own head, with a crowning jewel that sat heavily between his thighs. He marveled at the road that the muscles of his abdomen carved straight towards his new dick. Like an arrow, pointing straight where he wanted to go.

He felt his new cock between his new hands. And for a second, he indulged in the foreign pleasure of exploring another man’s most intimate places. He felt like his crotch demanded his full attention, blood rushing to fill the monstrous appendage. He fondled it through the boxers he was wearing, and when that didn’t suffice, he took them off and started pumping.

It was almost as if his stolen body was telling him exactly what to do. He had never masturbated standing up before, or with two hands. Though, granted, he’d never had a dick big enough to require his two hands. It felt like second nature, and he loved every second of it. He closed his eyes and let the motion overtake him. He started thrusting his hips and grunting like an animal, like he had seen the real Ian do so many times. He understood now why Ian did this so god damn often. It felt good. Really good.

He came in ropes, letting go of a huge sigh he’d been holding. He opened his eyes again to see the victim of his reckless actions; he had coated the floor, and the pile of clean clothes he had been meaning to put away after he got Ian kicked out of the dorm.

Shit. He had completely forgotten about that. He sat on the couch, legs wide open, and tried to remember what the hell had happened the prior day. He had blurry memories of jacking off and listening to elevator music. He had failed to consider that, if he swapped bodies with Ian when he was high, he’d be in Ian’s intoxicated body. He remembered his plan, and his laptop, and he started scanning the room in hopes of finding it.

He failed to find the laptop, but he did spot a plastic bag with something that would have probably had gotten Ian kicked out, without needing to swap bodies. He cursed his stupid plan, and he cursed his stupid, brutish body. God, Ian was sexy. Like the guys that pose unnecessarily dramatically for those magazines no one buys anymore. He found a pair of boxers buried between the couch cushions, and decided to put them on. They were dirty, and they smelled strongly of sweat and balls, and that got him hard again. His dick called to him, like a siren.

He tried to quieten the impulse. He took some deep breaths and placed a hand on his borrowed, chiseled chest. Once he had somewhat drowned the sexual urges he noticed just how tired he felt. Like he could actually collapse right there, on the floor, right on top of his own fresh cum. Is this what Ian felt like every day? He spotted the joint he had dropped a couple of hours ago near one of the couch’s legs. And he felt an overwhelming urge to take a hit.

Mason had never tried drugs before. Alcohol, sure, he even had a fake ID, but pot? He mulled over the idea, and every second that passed, the urge worsened. The crawled towards the edge of the couch, and as he was about to reach it, the door opened with a loud thud.

When his mom remarried, Tommy was excited about having siblings for the first time. He had always been an only child, and he wanted to know what it was like to have a brother or sister he could talk to. He knew it would take time to develop a relationship with his new stepsiblings and stepfather, but he remained optimistic. On paper, Chuck seemed like a great dad, raising his two boys, Adrian and Lukas, on his own while keeping a stable job. But Tommy soon learned that, while they were the perfect family for his mother, his life at home wasn’t the picture-perfect dream he had hoped for.

It seemed like the new side of his family enjoyed putting on two fronts. On one hand, Chuck was the sweetest, loving husband to his mother. He romanced her, took her out on dates, and whispered sweet nothings about the future they were building together as a blended family. Adrian and Lukas were respectful and helpful with whatever she needed, earning her praise for being such good boys. But Tommy was certainly seeing a different side of them. Whenever she wasn’t around, Adrian and Lukas would often torment him by making him do all the chores and errands they didn’t want to do. Even though he was older than Lukas, his stepbrothers had spent years pumping iron and building their bodies into absolute tanks. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, the two of them looked like they embodied the idea of toxic masculinity. It didn’t help that they would speak such vile things to Tommy in private, calling him slurs, smacking him around, and repeating the same alpha-male, conservative, pussy-slaying bullshit they heard on those manosphere podcasts. They spoke about all the women they were sleeping with, as if it were a game to them.

Bringing it up to Chuck didn’t help either. His stepfather didn’t seem to even know that Tommy existed, or care that he had these sorts of troubles. In fact, he seemed more protective of his own sons, believing that there was no wrong that they could do. It became quite clear to the young man that his stepfather had bought into the same kind of thinking his sons had. If he had to guess, Tommy figured Chuck was the one who taught them to think like this. The gruff, older man always talked about how he wished Tommy’s mom didn’t have such a wimpy kid like him and how he was a disgrace to the family. Chuck loved to point out that he was someone who didn’t even deserve to be called a “man.” He didn’t even have a name, only being called “boy” at best, or some other heinous, vile slurs whenever his mom wasn’t around to hear. It was nothing like he had expected when he had hoped for a new family.

His complaints to his mother in private only reaffirmed her belief that “her boys just needed to bond.” So, amidst Tommy’s silent protests, she had asked Chuck to bring Tommy along for the annual boys' trip they held over the summer. Since she was going out of town for a business trip, Chuck had agreed to the request. He made sure to invite along some of the guys who usually came on the trip, including their next-door neighbors. Tommy could only guess what sort of people they were as the trip approached.

The weekend was full of those “All-American” activities, with the rest of the group enjoying a roughhouse game of football, shooting guns, and swimming in the lake. Tommy was at least enjoying his privacy in the cool water, slinking away into one of the more shaded corners of the area while he watched his stepbrothers and their friends goofing off with the water jet skis. He was hoping to wait until they had all left so he could climb out of the water in peace, but then something metallic caught his eye beneath the surface. There was a silver, glimmering sheen, like a swarm of something underneath. Tommy paddled a bit closer, only to see a cluster of glimmering tadpole-like creatures circling each other in the water. The young man reached his hand out carefully, chuckling softly to himself as he watched the tadpoles slide over his fingertips. There was a thrumming, almost electric-like quality to them, but nothing that stung or hurt him. Each time one of those small, strange creatures brushed over his skin, he could feel a thought starting to emerge from the corners of his mind. It was like a bubble pressing up from the water, forming and swelling until it burst at the surface.

Sanctuary. Home. Vessels. Seeking.

It felt strange to Tommy when those intrusive thoughts surfaced. And yet, he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling or think of anything else. From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost as if his eyes had glazed over, with a silvery film causing his vision to be a bit cloudy. He hurried over to his pack of supplies, which he had brought out here with him, and grabbed his metal water bottle. With it already empty, Tommy unscrewed the cap and scooped up all of the glimmering tadpoles in one fluid motion. The vibration seemed to shift over to his head, and he found himself stumbling out of the lake and hurrying back to the cabin. He had to find a suitable place to put them so he could observe them better. Maybe he had discovered something new, some scientific discovery that could let him escape this town, so he didn’t have to be under the same roof as his alpha-driven family.

On his way to the back door of the cabin, he passed Chuck and their next-door neighbor, Frank. The two older men were busy with the grill, laying out a wide assortment of meats, including burgers, hot dogs, and steaks. There were already quite a few empty beer bottles lying around, although neither of them looked phased by the day drinking. If anything, they barely noticed Tommy stepping by, the sopping-wet young man almost making a clean escape into the house. But Chuck snapped his fingers, glancing over his shoulder from his spot in front of the grill with a narrowed gaze.

“Boy, go grab Frank and me some more beers, will ya? And pass them out for the rest of the house. I told you, you’re only allowed to stay here so long as you keep the drinks flowing.”

A brief, silent nod, and Tommy stumbled toward the kitchen. His mind was too busy thinking about the need for VESSELS and how to find someplace suitable so they could SPREAD and INFECT. He didn’t even notice that he had pulled out a fresh pack of ice-cold beers, his hands already moving on autopilot to crack off the bottle caps. He was just about to pick them up and take them outside when his eyes fell on his water bottle sitting next to the beers. Tommy didn’t even remember when he fished it out of his backpack. But his lips curled up into a small smirk at the idea of playing a little prank. Maybe there was some way he could get some revenge on all the torment he had been facing over all this time.

Carefully holding his bottle steady, Tommy poured out the lake water until one silvery creature slipped into each beer bottle. It was perfect to CORRUPT anyone who drank down TAINTED liquid now. He grabbed a few and quickly hurried out the back porch to the two men grilling away for dinner. The young man handed over the beer bottles, his silver eyes lingering on the way Frank’s chest pressed against his shirt, and his tattoos were on full display. Tommy could feel a growing hunger in his chest, in a way that was hard to explain. But the older man seemed to catch a glimpse of his gaze, and Frank’s expression narrowed in a steely look as he snatched away the cold beers from the young man.

“Keep your eyes off me. I didn’t come on this trip to be ogled at by some little freak,” Frank spat out, before turning back to the grill to hand Chuck his own bottle. The two men clinked their beers together and took a hearty swig, already ignoring and forgetting that Tommy existed. Satisfied with their lack of interest in him now, the young man quickly moved back into the house to give out drinks to the rest of the group.

There was a pulsing sensation that seemed to make his head ache and throb a bit more with each successive step he took. Tommy grunted as he grabbed the remaining beer bottles, making his way upstairs where the rest of the guys were after their water activities. Turning the corner into the hallway, the young man was quickly blocked by a broad, heavy chest that blocked his view. His eyes slowly moved up until he was staring up at Garrett, the older of Frank’s sons who lived next door. The big, beefy man stared down at Tommy with an annoyed look in his eyes, a towel wrapped around his thick waist from having just gotten out of his shower.

“Yo, Adrian! The little bitch is out here getting in my way. What, you thought you could get a glimpse of me showering, you little perv?” Garrett growled as he pushed Tommy’s shoulder. His lips curled up into a cruel smirk as the younger man stumbled backward, almost spilling the beer bottles he had in his hands. “Careful there. You better not waste the beers my dad brought for us, or I’ll make sure you lick it up off the floor.” The barely-clothed man reached out to snatch up his bottle, only staring down Tommy as he took a deep drink from it. He practically chugged down the alcoholic drink, only pulling the bottle away from his lips to let out a big, gassy belch right in the younger man’s face.

“Get the fuck out of here, before I beat you with this beer. You’re lucky I’m not as pissed off seeing your stupid face,” he spat out, shoving the empty bottle back into Tommy’s hands. Garrett brushed past him, making sure to shove the younger man with one of his boulder-sized shoulders as he spat out some more slurs while looking for Adrian. It wasn’t until the door was slamming shut behind Garrett’s broad back that Tommy let out a shaky breath of air in relief. He carefully turned around to see if the other was gone, only to be jumpscared by the sight of his older stepbrother staring daggers at him.

Storming over to Tommy, Adrian also snatched up the other beer bottle. He rolled his eyes at the smaller, wimpier form of the younger man, only taking his own sip from the beer bottle. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the bros. It’s bad enough that Dad agreed to bring you along. Just stay out of sight and stop getting in our way.”

Tommy was left standing in the hallway on his own for a moment, and the young man could only sigh once more. He hoped he could just drop the last two drinks off and hide in his room until dinnertime. With his luck, the rest of them would just forget he was there, and he could sneak some leftovers after people had gone to bed. Making his way back down to the kitchen, he stumbled onto the scene of Lukas and the younger brother of the neighbors, Milo. The two of them were practically inseparable since the trip had started, given that they were the “younguns” of the group. But given their size and level of aggression, it was hard to tell that they were younger than Tommy. The two boys had already downed the last two bottles of beer that he had spiked, grinning at him as he walked into the kitchen.

Milo raised the empty bottle, only wiggling it in his hands as he set it on the countertop. “There you are. Took your time getting to us, huh?” The cocky young man was shirtless, having spent most of the weekend showing off his muscles and complaining about how it was “too hot to put on anything.” The jock grinned as he gestured towards the empty cardboard carrier, clearly amused that there was nothing left for Tommy to drink.

“You weren’t planning on having any, right? A sissy like you probably doesn’t even know how to handle his drinks,” Milo snorted. He began walking over towards Tommy, his eyes glimmering with a devious glint. The smaller man felt like a deer trapped in headlights, his eyes widening as the taller man stalked up towards him. In the meantime, Lukas had grabbed his metal water bottle, still sloshing full of the lake water he had scooped up earlier.

The two younger men quickly flanked Tommy and gripped his wrists firmly. Dragging him over to the kitchen island countertop, the two hoisted him onto the cold, smooth surface with relative ease, despite Tommy’s attempts to struggle against it. Lukas stood over him, while Milo was keeping him pinned down and subduing his thrashing.

“Whoa, there, dude. You just looked a little thirsty after missing out on the beer. It’s your first July 4th celebration with us. Why don’t we give you something else to drink instead, so you’re not missing out?” Lukas laughed. And before Tommy had the chance to reply, his younger stepbrother began pouring out the contents of the water bottle down his throat. His eyes bulged in surprise as the influx of liquid and silver tadpoles began flooding his mouth faster than he could swallow, and Tommy couldn’t help but thrash around in response.

His eyes began to blur, black spots appearing as water poured onto his face. He could hear the snarky, snide cackles from Lukas and Milo as they had their fun with him. And then, the overwhelming pressure was gone. There was the distinct clanking of his metal water bottle hitting the tiled floor in the kitchen, followed by two thumps of bodies falling over. Tommy coughed and spluttered up some water, managing to roll over onto his side to look over the edge. On the ground, beneath him, he could see Milo and Lukas clutching at their heads, their eyes rolled back as they convulsed and spasmed on the ground. It looked as though something was BURROWING into their brains, something quite painful. But Tommy couldn’t bring himself to care. Or fear. Or panic. He wanted to, but there was a strange feeling of calm that hovered over him. As though everything was NORMAL.

And then, he felt it. The wriggle into his head. The all-familiar pop in his brain. But the bubble was stronger, heavier. A gentle knock became a full-force, bodily slam into his mind. And Tommy’s body jolted without him expecting it. His eyes bulged, his throat felt swollen, and he tried to grasp at his sudden lack of air. As his eyes began to roll back into his head, the slim man could feel something taking over. His vision began to fade to black when the BREED needed to SPREAD infection swarmed inside his HOST's head. And that was all that was left. All he was good for.

BREED.

SPREAD.

INFECT.

HOST.

VESSELS.

SEEK.

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When it came to, there were restraints pinning it down to the large mattress in the master bedroom. Searching through its memories, it recognized the room as Chuck’s. A name of importance. Relation. A father of sorts, but not for it. Taking in the sights carefully, it took a few moments for the eyes to adjust. There was so much to take in. The scents. The smells. The bright lights. And sensitivity along its fleshy skin.

Glancing up, there were six figures surrounding it, all undressed and displaying their own fleshy suits for it to admire. The sight was a welcome one, with the psychic presence and hive mind connecting them all. It wasn’t sure what expression lingered on its face, but it was clear from the position of the restraints that its fellow kin had hoisted its legs up in the air, exposing this body’s bare behind. The naked bodies highlighted each of their new hosts’ muscles, and it was clear that they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy their bodies. Each of them was stroking and pulling at their hefty cocks, a visual and noticeable fleshy organ that indicated attraction and arousal to each other. It took in each of their lustful expressions as they gazed upon its hole, and it drew names to faces from the memories.

Chuck. Frank. Adrian. Garrett. Lukas. Milo. Each and every one of them had been the source of torment for its vessel’s body. But now, they responded to it. Bowed to it. Worshipped it. Him. HIM.

TOMMY.

That was his name now. He was Tommy. He had always been Tommy. But now, someone new was in charge. And, with each of his spawn burrowed deep inside their minds, Tommy was the one they felt drawn to. Called to. He was meant to breed with them. To foster more offspring so they could spread. Infect. Overtake, until it was all under his control.

His normally slender and timid face shifted into something far more vicious and sinister. Curling and uncurling his new fingers, Tommy carefully spread his bound legs apart even wider, arching his back to entice his followers closer. There was very little that had to be said between them for Tommy to get what he wanted. And the moment he felt Adrian pushing deep into him, the creature practically mewled with delight at the thick, full feeling. Having these fleshy bodies was absolute perfection.

And as the crackle of fireworks began to spark in the night sky, the streaming lights filtered in from the window, illuminating the writhing mass of muscles, sweat, and beefiness. Tommy’s mind filled with pleasure and ecstasy as he was bred thoroughly by each of the men eager to lay their loads deep inside of him. This was perhaps the bonding he had been hoping for all this time. What he had desired. What he had craved.

He wanted it all.

And he wanted more.