#merging

And how’s that fit for ya?

Nice, man… very nice..

Yeeaah I figured you’d be happy in a suit like this. Damn, get a feel of those tits. How’d you find a guy like this anyways?

Aahhh, it’s… It’s complicated..

Let me guess… Personal trainer neighbor? You were sold when you watched him mow the grass?

Worse…

Ooh, one-night-stand? Couldn’t get rid of the memory of worshiping this huge bod all night?

Worse…

No… family?

… Brother..

Noooo shit, dude... Hah! I was gonna say, you two bear a striking resemblance.

From another mother... but, yeah..

Can’t blame you, bro! Not with guns like this..

Mmppff… fuck, these feel insane. No wonder he’s always flexing in the mirror.

Yeeaah, man… get a whiff of ya too.. woof!

Ha! Stooop, dude… I’m getting hard!.. feels.. huh, feels weird…

Oh! Let me help you there… annnd..

AA-OOoooooohh, fuck!

Yeah, man, you can feel that meat now, huh?

UUunngg, it’s like I slipped into his cock like a sleeve, and I felt me fuckin.. explode into his size! Damn I’m packing..

You’re acclimating very well!

Yeah, man.. I’ve wanted to do this for fuckin ever… He won the genetic lottery, I don’t know what happened with me, heh..

Stoooop, man, you were already cute! But now?… Mmff, what a unit…

Shit yeah, bro, I can feel how much you’re into this! You got—… Damn, when’d you lose your drawers?

As soon as I realized I needed to feel my meat up against this cake.

RRNngh, goddamn you’re.. you’re thick… greedy fucker aren’t you?

You have no clue. I just wanna feel all of you, dude. In fact, I might just have to try you on myself.

Uuooghh, fuck you’re so deep, bro! I can feel—…

Feel me thrusting up into your cock, right? FUCK you’re big! Ooh, you’re gonna love this…

G-guuoh my god! Shit you gotta tight grip!!

That’s right, man, flex harder for me!

I—UUGH—OOUUhhh…

Theeerree you go, dude, keep sliding in, mmmfff… let’s get, uunnhh, fuckin’… huuuuge…

Aauuhh, fuuuuckk dude, s-s-soooooo BIIIIG…. MMMPFFF yeah bro, sss-streeetch us OOoouut, gimme—gim—UUUHH—FFUUOOHHH FFFUCK!!

Oohh—Uuoohh—Huuhh… Hoooo, WOW. Hoomygod, fuck what a mmesssss… Jesus Christ, man, I can’t believe it took all that to tap me out. But fuck get a look at us!

Look at these… guns as big as my head… And these.. mmff, these titsssss, yeeeow! Damn I gotta be 280 at least, and… god, I’m gonna choke some motherfuckers with this thing. Hah! Almost hurts to swing around.

Alright dude, I’ll let you go your own way, but first we’re gonna have a weekend together that’ll change your fuckin’ life. Hell, you might come crawling back to have me to slip you on like a condom on the regular… All my other clients do.

Strap in, bro, this is gonna be fun.

Sharkpuppy Costume

Sonny had never been the most confident guy in the room. All his life, he’d been the “funny one,” the “nice one,” the “friend you could count on”—but never the one who turned heads.

So when the invitation for his 10-year high school reunion arrived, his stomach sank. He could already imagine it: all his old classmates arriving in expensive suits, glowing with success, while he showed up… just average.

That night, he went for a walk to clear his thoughts. The moon hung low over the quiet park near his childhood neighborhood. In the center of it stood an old stone well—one people used to call the Wishing Well of St. Marian’s.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Why not?” he muttered. Fishing a coin from his pocket, he tossed it into the dark water below.

“I just want to look… good. Even just once. I want people to see me and say, ‘Wow, that’s Sonny?’”

He sighed, knowing it was silly. Wishes like that never came true.

Or so he thought.

As Sonny turned to leave, he accidentally bumped into someone. “Oof! Sorry—didn’t see you there,” he said, brushing his shoulder.

The man he’d bumped into looked about his age—tall, confident, wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt that revealed lean muscle underneath. His hair was slicked back, his expression calm but sharp. “No harm done,” the man said with a grin. “Name’s Flint. You look like someone who’s wishing for a change.”

Sonny blinked. “What—how did you know?” Flint smirked. “Just a guess. But maybe I can help.”

Sonny frowned. “Help? With what?” Flint’s eyes glinted. “Becoming who you want to be. I’ve got a little invention. Something special.”

At first, Sonny laughed. “You’re not gonna tell me you have a machine that makes people handsome, are you?” Flint grinned wider. “Not exactly. My Combiner machine doesn’t create beauty—it shares it. You can combine traits, strengths… even people.”

Sonny blinked. “Combine… people?” “Yup,” Flint said proudly. “Two souls, one body. You’d be surprised how perfect the balance can be.”

Sonny scoffed. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” “Is it?” Flint raised an eyebrow. “If it worked… would you still call it ridiculous?”

Sonny hesitated. The thought hung heavy in the air. Flint turned, gesturing for Sonny to follow. “Come on. It’s just a test drive.”

Flint’s workshop looked like something out of a sci-fi movie—full of glowing panels, copper pipes, and strange blue light. In the center stood a large capsule-like machine shaped like an upright pod.

“This,” Flint said proudly, “is the Combiner. Everything that enters can become one.”

Sonny stared at it. “You really built this?” “Yeah,” Flint said as he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it onto a chair. His sculpted torso caught the soft light, making him look almost unreal. Sonny tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it.

“You… you really take care of yourself,” he muttered. Flint chuckled. “Jealous?” “Maybe a little,” Sonny admitted, half embarrassed. “You look like everything I wish I could be.”

Flint stepped closer. “Then why not share it?”

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked. Flint smiled gently. “If you want to impress your friends… if you want to walk into that reunion and feel proud—maybe using me is the best choice.”

He gestured toward the machine. “Let’s see if two halves can make something even better.”

Sonny’s heart raced. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.”

The hum of the Combiner grew louder as Flint pressed a few buttons on a console. The capsule door slid open, releasing a cool, bluish mist.

“Come on,” Flint said, stepping inside. “You wanted a wish to come true, right? Maybe this is your wish.”

Sonny took a deep breath. Then, without another word, he joined him.

The door closed. Lights flashed. The entire room filled with a low, rhythmic hum. Energy pulsed between them—warm and electric—like two songs syncing into one perfect note.

Sonny felt strength flood his veins, confidence rising like sunlight breaking through clouds. Flint’s composure, his posture, his calm—all of it flowed into him. And from Sonny came warmth, empathy, humor—an emotional heartbeat that balanced the boldness Flint carried.

For a few blinding moments, they were one endless burst of light.

When the capsule door opened, only one man stepped out.

He was taller than Sonny had been, but softer than Flint—an ideal blend of grace and strength. His hair shimmered in shades of bronze, his jawline sharp but approachable, his eyes bright and kind.

He looked at his reflection in a piece of polished metal nearby. He smiled, and it wasn’t just confidence—it was wholeness.

“Hold on. Is this me?…” he whispered.”

His voice was deep but gentle, a fusion of both tones. For the first time, he didn’t feel envy or doubt. He felt complete.

Weeks Later

When the day of the reunion came, everyone froze as Sonny entered the hall. “Is that—Sonny?!” someone whispered.

But he just smiled, greeting everyone with effortless charm. He wasn’t the same awkward boy they remembered. He was magnetic, kind, and confident.

He laughed, shared stories, danced, and inspired others. People saw him and felt warmth, not intimidation.

That night, standing under the same moon where he’d tossed his coin, Sonny chuckled softly.

Braisy Fusion! (Patreon Request)

I was inspired by a gif I saw from @mucleinmovement and so this story came to be! It’s good to be back 👍

Jack had been obsessing over a guy at the gym he was going to. He'd shown up out of the blue and become quite popular. At first Jack hadn't minded, he was there to work on his cardio for marathons, but this guy bothered him for some reason.

The guy looked like the average Tiktok influencer, always benching, always shirtless. Having a tuft of dark hair and a handsome smile, irresistable. If only his ego wasn't as big as his jiggling pectorals.

For months Jack was used to the regulars he knew hanging around the guy getting to know his business, perhaps they wanted part of that Internet fame. Being the observant type, he noticed that whilst the guy was definitely shaping up, his abs weren't exactly developing at the fastest rate. In fact, he reckoned a good punch to the gut would cut him down to size. But then again Jack wasn't the type to be violent usually. He'd just roll his eyes and get on with his running on the treadmills. He surely had better things to train for than let some influencer live in his mind.

It happened one day that Jack had finished up a session and headed into the changing room to get changed. But it just so happened he walked in on the guy in the process of getting dressed himself. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of black Calvin Klein underpants.

'Oh, sorry' said Jack, looking away quickly. The guy looked at him and smirked. 'All good lad, don't be shy' he chuckled. Jack looked at him, his skin glistening and shrugged. He headed to his locker to change out of his gym kit. 'Say, you're that marathon guy on the treads aren't you? Jack right? I'm Aaron' he said, offering a hand to shake. 'Oh your fanboys told you did they?' Jack asked, taking off his tank top and folding it, ignoring the extended hand. 'Oh the others? Yeah they're cool. They told me about the charity runs you do, that's pretty awesome' Aaron said, lowering his arm and walking over to him, eyeing Jack's back.

'Yeah it's what I do, guessing you've got a good gig going on?' Jack asked, opening his bag and stuffing his tank top in and moving to unlace his trainers. Aaron sat next to him on the bench, watching him. 'Yeah it's alright, people watch my progress. I'm not quite where I want to be, but I'm not too bad, right?' he asked, grinning and flexing. Jack looked to his arms, no doubt they were muscular, and so were the sides of his waist with the abs starting to show, but it was let down by the lack of leg muscles.

'You should work on more than just your upper body Aaron, your stomach needs work too. A good punch to the gut and you'll be on the ground before you know it' said Jack, placing his trainers in his bag and peeling off his socks. Aaron started to laugh. 'You really think so? Wanna test that theory?' Aaron asked. Jack raised his eyebrows and looked at Aaron. 'You serious?' he asked. Aaron nodded. 'How about a deal. You floor me, I'll join in on marathons with you' said Aaron. 'And if I don’t, you'll go find another gym?' asked Jack. Aaron raised his eyebrows. 'You don't like me being here?' he asked. Jack sighed. 'Honestly not a bit. Since you came here everyone's been obsessing over you. It was a better place before' said Jack. Aaron took a moment to think, then he looked at Jack and nodded. 'Very well Jackie Boy, I accept your terms' said Aaron, and he hoisted himself off the bench, walking over to the far wall, turning around to face him. He clapped his hands together and beckoned for him to come over. 'Show me what you've got' said Aaron calmly.

Jack stood up and approached him, not taking his eyes off Aaron's eyes. As he arrived he noticed that he stood slightly taller than him. Aaron looked at him searchingly. 'Fine, brace yourself' said Jack. Aaron closed his eyes and faced away and Jack delivered a strong punch to the middle of his abs. Aaron's pecs jiggled from the impact, he tensed up, winced and fell forward slightly.

'Told you so' said Jack smugly in his ear. He stepped back to pull his fist out but he couldn't. It was stuck in place. Aaron finally breathed out, a satisfied moan escaped his lips. 'Oh man, I've been waiting for this' said Aaron, biting his lip and looking up at Jack's puzzled face.

Jack tried to move his arm again, but it sunk in to Aaron's body a little more. Aaron leaned back against the wall. 'Always love this part' Aaron said, turning his attention to his tenting Calvins, gently stroking his dick. Jack looked down in horror, this sick fucker was turned on? 'What the hell's happening?' Jack demanded, his elbow beginning to sink into Aaron. 'I loved this body, but it gets even better each time. I said about progress, and I reckon those thighs are going to fill me out nicely' said Aaron, removing his dick from his pants and moving his hand up and down his shaft, looking at him. Jack tried again to remove himself, but he was almost up to his shoulder in him.

'Don't fight it Jack, you might enjoy it' said Aaron, moving his free hand to stroke Jack's back. 'Oh yeah, we're gonna be so fucking sexy you and I' said Aaron softly. Jack's panic slowly yet surely began to turn to pleasure. He looked at Aaron's sweaty face and realised it was the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever met. He moved in to lock lips with Aaron, his free hand stroking Aaron's hair. Both their breathing intensified as their crotches began to gravitate towards each other. Their mouths pulled away and they both gasped for air, Aaron still panting from masturbating. Jack shook his head and smiled, grinding himself more into Aaron and locking lips with him again.

Aaron slid down the wall as Jack's legs merged with his own, his inflating ass straining the fabric of his Calvins, beginning to tear them. This was ecstasy. Soon enough Jack was fully inside Aaron and he began to audibly moan and strain as he shot a thick rope of his seed from his tip. Panting and brushing his hair away, he looked down at his lower body. He moved his slippery hands up and down his navel and his dick still at full mast had grown a few inches. He spotted Jack's shorts and boxers that had fallen off and picked them up, inhaling them deeply. He exhaled breathily and grinned.