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Top 3341
âWelcome to the cave, bro,â said Top 3341, gesturing you into his home gym with one perfect, tattooed arm.
He had been so perfectly flirty on the apps, but now that you were in his presence, there was an artificial quality to his perfection. His smirk at the perfect angle as he flexed perfectly, his perfect torpedo cock without a hint of a curve visible in his tights as he posed for you, both your cocks growing as a sheen of sweat oiled his muscles. Still, you were gagging for his cock, and so grateful heâd messaged you, an average Black sub bottom without a single visible ab to compete with his eight.
He seduced you perfectly, guiding you through a flirtatious workout and slowly removing more of your clothes, worshipping your body attentively if a bit stiffly. âGood form, bro,â he told you as you bench pressed, his uncannily massive bulge filling your view as its sweaty musk filled your nostrils.
The scent was just as perfect as him, and soon your head was fuzzy and your limbs were shaky from the combination of arousal and heavy lifting. It took you a few minutes to realise that, instead of finishing your hip thrust set, you had your face buried in Top 3341âs tights, sucking his balls right through the sheer fabric.
âThink youâre ready for the main event, bro,â he said, picking you up easily and laying you on your back on a bench.
âWh-whatâs your name?â you slurred as he slid the tights down his massive striated legs and let that monster cock free.
âI told you bro,â the man lined his cock up with your ass, âIâm Top 3341. Youâre about to be Top 3342.â
Your muscles were too spent to let you flinch away as the man speared you, but you felt no pain. Even your confusion at his absurd statement melted away as tingling pleasure seemed to emanate through your whole body from his cock.
âBut Iâm a bottom,â you moaned, writhing as the cock withdrew and then bottomed out again. Somehow, the word âbottomâ felt strange in your mouth, like a foreign language. What did it even mean?
Every nerve in your body seemed to be in overdrive as Top 3341 began to piston in and out of your ass. Your vision whited out as your leg muscles spasmed, growing in fits and starts from your thighs down to your feet. The skin and hair lightened to perfectly match Top 3341âs torso as you wrapped your lengthened legs around him, pulling his perfect cock deeper inside you with your newfound strength.
âYou sure youâre a bottom, bro?â the top asked, his voice just as relaxed and cocky as when he demonstrated a lift. He grabbed your little cock, which usually stayed soft when you bottomed. âThis guy seems to be getting pretty excited.â
You screamed in pleasure as you felt your cock grow in his hand, rocketing to steel hardness and then continuing to pulse and grow. The dark foreskin retracted as the pale pink head outgrew it, and the shaft became a perfect arch, with a torpedo bulge in the middle just like Top 3341âs. As the top began to stroke it, you felt your ass become strangely numb despite his continued pounding. Instead, sparks of pleasure began to emanate from your perfect cock.
âOh f-fuck bro,â you gasped, the âbroâ slipping out unintentionally but feeling so right on your lips. âWhat are you doinâ to my big top cock?â
âYouâre joininâ the brotherhood, bro.â Top 3341 continued to rhythmically pound your ass, but the sensation felt distant and unimportant compared to the barest twitch of his hand around your cock. âWhat did you say you were again?â
âIâm a b-â The word slipped out of your mind. It wasnât an important word. It was a word that didnât describe your perfection or the hiveâs perfection, and that made it unimportant. You ran your hands, growing thick and callused, across your lightly tanned abs and over your thick pecs.
âDom top, bro,â you purred, your ragged gasps smoothing out as you felt your neck expand and your voice dropped. You and Top 3341 stared into each otherâs eyes, both breathing easily and smiling with eerie perfection, as your jawline, nose, and brows grew to match his.
Your hair bounced slightly from your brotherâs fucking as it uncurled and styled itself into a perfect quiff. You grinned as your brain sorted itself into perfect mechanical order, just like every other drone in the Top hive. Your previous life, with all its morals and experiences, was drowned in endorphins and walled off as you made more efficient use of your processing power.
With a slight shudder, Top 3341âs cock stiffened even more and began to unload cum into your ass. You smiled deliriously as your designation locked in and saved, allowing you to shoot a massive, creamy load all over your perfect, glistening pecs. You were Top 3342, and you and your brother were ready for another workout before finding some moreâwhat was the word? B-something?âto assimilate.
Thanks to @idesofrevolution for the inspo pic.
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Truthspeak: Helping Out
Sometimes, when you get the power to alter reality with your words, you gotta lay low and enjoy yourself. I mean, what if there is someone else with an app or a tome that can bend reality like me? If i try to make myself king of the world or some shit, theyâre gonna have the power to stop me, and i donât wanna go back to being a shrimpdicked runt. So now that iâve tested my powers on my ex bully, now boytoy, Andy, Iâm gonna have my fun locally.
This is Josh, a good friend of mine and my roomate. Right now, I think he needs a bit of a rebranding. You see, now that iâm a muscle god among men, I simply canât have my friends being 5 foot something nerd virgins, so iâm gonna help him become a real man, just cause I can.
âdude, can you grab me my key and come to the campus gym rq? I forgot it in my roomâ i texted him, setting up the stage for his glow up
âsure, see you in fiveâ he answered
I smirked, cock already hard just thinking about what I was about to do.
Then he walked in, promptly handed me the key, and was just about to leave when I stepped in the way.
âJosh, Joshua, my friend, my pal, donât you want to do a workout with me today? I can set up a routine for you and stuffâ I said, winking
âMatt, come onâ he laughed shy-ly âYou know Iâm not exactly the athletic type like you⌠I mean, if anyone here sees me next to you theyâll think Iâm your hole of the weekâ
I smirked
âGet outta here man, youâve been playing basketball nonstop since what, middle school? Youâre a natural, youâve even got the perfect height for it!â
As the words left my mouth, I saw him grow just before my eyes, going from a measly 5â4 pipsqueak to a, admittedly still a bit of a pipsqueak, but now 6â5. His build also became a bit more athletic, gaining some semblance of lean muscle, in virtue of his many years as a basketball player for the school team.
He blinked hard for a second, before continuing âI mean, I guess youâre right⌠But still, you know the gym is not really my thingâŚâ
How was I gonna spin this conversation in my favor? This was always the most thrilling part
âYeah, okay Mr âIâm jacked without ever stepping foot on the gymâ, Iâm telling you man, if you ever decided to actually work out, youâd be running for mr olympiaâ I laughed âUnfair world man, while some guys just get to be naturally big, handsome and charming and have tons of women flocking to ride them, I gotta work my ass off in the gym to even get some twinksâ
Joshâs expression went blank as his muscles quickly ballooned. The once slightly defined biceps became as big as a football, his back widening as his frame got ever wider, his chest growing into mighty pecs, a delicious 6 pack appearing in his stomach and his legs turning into thick trunks. His face still remained similar, but he looked like he went trough one of those blackpill programs, his facial bones changing size and shape, all in order to make him into a hot fucking piece of meat. After his body was done changing, I also noticed ink began flowing trough his body, covering Josh in a myriad of tatooâs with mysterious meanings. My power sometimes seemed to have a life of itâs own.
Fuck, he looked hotâŚ
âI mean⌠I guess youâre right.â He said, flexing his biceps, his mind clearly trying to adjust to the new reality âI just donât know man, I-i get really embarassed a-andâŚâ
He was still shy, how cute
âSpeak like a fucking man, Josh. Youâre not a huge pussy.â I said, laughing
âYeah okay, hop off my cock, Matt. Iâll do the fuckinâ set with you. But make it quick, I got Lizzy from Kappa coming over in one hour and if I miss all of that, youâre never sleeping with a guy without me throwing a bucket of water in your bed.â He said, with his new comanding, deep and sexy voice
âThatâs more like it! Besides, I know Liz is gonna like seeing you all sweaty *wink wink*â I said, smiling proudly at my new and improved best friend.
âEh, youâre right. Think Iâm even gonna run on the way back to get there glistening, hehe.â Words i never expected to hear from Josh, but here we are
Oh shit! I almost forgot a *very* important part
âAnd bro, please use condoms this time. I think I bought some extra large ones for you, theyâre in my bedside table. I know your horse dick doesnât like being contained, but we donât need another pregnancy scare like that time with Tiff
I swear I almost heard his cock make a cartoon sound as the bulge in his pants suddenly doubled in size. Fuck, he was looking so hot I might just have to make him Bi one of these daysâŚ
âUh huh, yeah, thanks for the talk dad. Now let get to the damn workout already, I donât wanna be late. Iâll take a picture to get her mind running and Iâll meet you by your locker.â He said, clearly thinking with another head
âOk, donât bail on me!â I answered
I took one look back, as he took off his shirt to take a mirror picture
Hm, Iâm getting really good at this, I thought to myself. Whoâs gonna be my next project? ;)
BECOMING VAUGHN
Peter hated Mondays. Â
Especially this Monday, when he walked into the university library and immediately locked eyes with Derek Vaughn, six-foot-two of sculpted muscle, cocky smirk, and the kind of effortless charisma that made professors laugh at jokes that werenât even funny. And, of course, Derekâs favorite hobby? Making Peterâs life hell. Â
"Hey, twig," Derek called, slamming a meaty hand on his shoulder, twisting painfully. "You gonna cry if I take the last coffee? Oh wait, you already look like youâre about to."
Peter clenched his jaw, his face burning as Derek laughed cruelly, pushing him to the ground and sauntering off.
This was pretty much a daily experience at this point, but it seemed worse on Monday's, as if Derek had missed bullying him all weekend, and had to make up for it.
Peter slumped at his desk, scrolling through Reddit threads about revenge fantasies when he stumbled upon it: "BodySwap.exe â A Little Justice for the Underdogs"Â Â
The post was buried in an occult forum, barely upvoted. The instructions were simple:
1. Download the file.
2. Input the targetâs full name and photo.
3. Hit âRUNâ at midnight.
4. Enjoy your new life.
Peter hesitated. This is insane, almost definitely a virus. But he remembered Derek's smirk, the cruel laughter, the months and months of endless torment, driving him to loathe going to university.
He downloaded the file.
The program loaded with a flicker of eerie green light. Peter typed:
TARGET: DEREK MICHAEL VAUGHNÂ Â
He dragged in Derekâs most recent Snapchat pic, not caring that the screenshot notification would be sent to him - shirtless at the gym as he lifted, biceps glistening, abs like a damn anatomy chart.
His cursor hovered over RUN, and for a second, he was afraid. This isn't real, so why was he trying it? Surely now he's screenshotted that picture Derek would beat the shit out of him, his life would be over.
"But what if it isn't fake, what if it works?" A part of him thought. "Isn't it about time you get to be the one on top for once?"
He clicked, and a jolt of electricity shot through his body. His vision went white.
Then he blacked out.Â
He awoke in an unfamiliar room, feeling dazed and horny. His cock was hard and wet in his designer boxers, the result of a wet dream, and his head pounded, clearly hungover.
After a second of groggily awakening, he realised the difference in environment. His arm thicker, tatted, unmistakeably familiar.
"The fuck?" He thought, then remembered. "Oh my fucking god."
He sprung up, the world spinning brutally, and drunkenly staggered towards the mirror facing his bed. He flexed, watching the muscles ripple under his skin. His biceps. His abs.
A grin split his face. It worked. He grabbed his phone - Derekâs phone - and scrolled through the notifications. Â
"Bro, where u at? Party at mine!"
Peter laughed. Oh, this was going to be fun.
He strutted into Derekâs, now his, living room like he owned it - because he did now. His roommate, Chad, barely glanced up. Â
"Dude, you look like shit. Too much tequila last night?"
Peter, Derek, smirked. "Nah. Just feeling powerful." He caught his reflection again - that jaw, those eyes, the way his shirt stretched over his chest.
"Bro, you're fucking stupid. That doesn't even make sense haha."
But he didn't care. He was Derek Vaughn now. And the old Derek?
He checked his old phone. Â
1 New Message (From: Wimplord): "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
He grinned, and sent back a selfie, feeling a pulse of sick pleasure flow through him.
"Enjoy being nobody, freak."
He blocked the number. Â
At first, it was perfect.
Girls flirted with him. Guys respected him. Professors gave him passes heâd never gotten as Peter.
But one night, he dreamed, flashes of Derekâs memories. Football games. Parties. The rush of knocking someone weaker to the ground.
And worse, the hunger. He woke up craving things heâd never wanted before. The thrill of dominance. The need to control.
One night, he caught himself laughing as some freshman flinched away from him.
"Pathetic," he muttered - the inflection matching how Derek used to talk to him, before all of this. Â
That night, at yet another party, he beat the shit out of some freshman he caught checking him out. He revelled in the feeling - the power - it brought. It felt right, and that terrified what was left of Peter.
He grabbed his phone, trying to find the file to reverse this. But the file was gone. The forum post deleted.
And when he caught his reflection in the screen of his phone, Derekâs cruel, sexy smirk looked back - natural. Right.
The last trace of Peter faded as he lifted a beer to his lips, slinging an arm around a giggling sorority girl, his cock twitching and the pulse of pleasure eradicating that old wimp.
"Cheers," he said, letting the arm slung around the girl grab her tit, squeezing as she giggled.
And he meant it.
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Doctors appointment
Youâve always hated the doctors office and appointments. Something about waiting around, taking off work early or even entirely just to be told to get some rest always bothered you. After getting your new insurance your friends and family kept pressing for you to get your yearly physical and ended up crumbling to the pressure. You looked online for the first appointment that wouldnât interior your work and found a 7PM appointment with Dr.Hendrix.
You were happy to find an appointment outside of normal working outs and shocked to even see it was available but you immediately booked it. Cut to today where you are walking into the clinic, Hendrixxx MD. You saw on the sign sounds more like a porn studio than a doctors office. After checking in, the abnormally attractive nurse showed you to the patient room.
As you sat down you looked around the room filled with pictures of insanely buff gay men all partying
âAll my patients, arenât they attractiveâ
You jump in the chair from being surprised and then turn around and see the attractive 20-something in doctor getup.
âHi, my name is Dr. Hendrix. Iâll be helping you todayâ he said we a confidence of a high school jock. He reached out to shake your hand as you see his shirt strain with every movement clear sign of someone who buys their shirt once size too small.
âItâs nice to meet youâ you respond shyly as he smirks
âNow letâs see youâre here for your physicalâŚ. Okay can you please change out of your clothes and into thisâ he said rummaging through his drawer until he pulled out a small beige color brief.
âUhâŚ. What is that. Iâm not putting that onâ you respond with a bit of worry and shock
âThis is standard for any physical preformed in my clinic. I have to inspect your body and skin and I canât do that with your clothes on. If you donât want to then we can cancel this appointment but you will be charged the channel fee which is 200% of the service without insuranceâ he responded smirking almost like heâs said this exact spiel before.
âAnd how much would that beâ you respond
âWell a normal physical here cost $550 per session so you would have to pay $1100.â
You swallow knowing you donât have enough in your savings to pay that. After sometime you decide whatâs the worse that can happen you do have to get a physical anyways and you are already here. You grab the pair from his hand as he smirks watching you walk to the small bathroom in the office.
Inside you start to change out of your clothes and take a glance at the brief before you put it on. The material felt like spandex very similar to the speedos those annoying instagays wear while at the beach. On the top right corner near the groin you noticed the brand name âJakeâ. Finally you put the briefs on, feeling the slick Lycra material against your skin especially against your cock making you shiver.
As you walk back in the exam room you see the doctor smile.
âGreat, please sit down and we can beginâ he said patting on the examination chair
As you sit down on the cold table as Dr. Hendrix looked over your body and going back and forth from his clipboard. He begins touching your body all over specify your biceps, pecs and abs. You were about to say something untilâŚ
âSo unfortunately you do have a condition called male hypogonadism. Basically your body doesnât produce enough testosterone.â
You look at him with shock. You have always been healthy and your precious doctors have never mentioned anything about low testosterone.
â just to confirm Iâm going to need to take a look at your testiclesâ he said
âWhat? No, why?â You replied in shock and confusion
âDue to your testicles being the center of testosterone production it would give me a better pictureâ
After taking sometime to ponder you decide to go with it as you wanted to avoid anything bad in the future. You pull down the briefs and let him inspect your private area. You looked at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact while examined your parts. You felt like he was down there for a while until you felt a sharp pain right in your balls. Quickly looking down your eye widen seeing a needle being struck inside your sack. Inside the syringe was a semi-viscous off-white liquid being slowly pushed inside. Before youâre even able to react the entirety of the needle has been injected into your balls. You finally push back the doctor and fall back onto the chair quickly pulling up the briefs.
âWHAT THE FUCK, what did you put into meâ you scream at him as he gets up from the ground with a smirk
âCalm down, I injected you with a testosterone booster to help your body produce more testosterone naturallyâ
âI DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT, Iâm going to fucking report you to the medical board and get to clinic closedâ you said putting your hands on the side of the chair about to get up
âYou really canât make this easyâ he replied as he pressed a button underneath his desk. 4 clamps came out of the chair you were sitting at and locked themselves around your wrist and legs. You fight against the restraints but seem to be holding you tighter the more you fought.
âNow that I finally have you settled I can explain to you the procedure. Normally have plenty of guys coming to my office looking for testosterone boosters to help them bulk up but you just wanted a regular check up. Well I couldnât have someone like you be a regular at my clinic and representing my work so I decided to change you to be more like the others that come out of herâ
â You wonât fucking get away with this freak, let me go!â You shout at him and simultaneously asking for help.
âOh but I had even a better idea. My clinic finally got access to a trail run of this new medication which is Testosterone replacement therapy and thatâs what I inject in you. Basically the medication is mixed with DNA and injected into the subject. Slowly the medication will rewrite the subjects DNA into the provided template. Of course I wanted to try this out first so I decide for you to be my test dummy.â
Your eyes widen as you realize what he is doing to you.
âHaha yes I inject some of my semen inside your testicle and soon the process will start worâŚâ
âAHHHHâ you screamed as he was caught off. You immediately starts to feel a sharp hot heat radiating from your cock and balls. âFuck fuck what did you do to meâ you say with your eyes closed. Your body starts to involuntarily start to buck in the air.
âI guess the show has startedâ he responds smirking and siting back in his desk chair
With the repeated bucking in the air you start to notice your cock get insanely hard straining against the speedo. Your balls start to pull like they have their own heart beat. Slowly your cock starts to expand past itâs normal hard state creating a noticeable bulge in the speedo, the growing balls behind it donât help in hiding it either as it continues to push your cock to forefront of the brief creating a perfect outline of your cock. You feel inside your ball changing as if your old cum is being destroyed. Your cum factories are being invaded and being modified to produce a foreigners substance. The pulsing starts to increased as you knew it has finally taken over and has started to produce the new boosted testosterone. The hormones starts to travel through your body ready to modify the rest to the provided template
âPleaseâŚ. Stop..â youâre able to squirm before the change continue on.
Next your body hair starts to fall out leaving your body smooth like those typical gay fuckboys you see all over the beach. Though you notice certain areas actually increase in volume and of course the typical fetish zones. Your armpit hair starts to puff up becoming dark and noticeable from a far. And lastly you lock down as your pubes starts to climb up like ivy on a wall until they rest just above the briefs taunting anyone looking at your cock.
As your body hair finishes up the hormone start to target the main cause of gay desire, your muscles. Slowly your legs start to inflate growing large and strong like you have been doing squats since your teenage years along with your ass growing outwards and making your seat a little more comfortable. You do notice your hole slightly relax cementing yourself as the perfect verse . Your biceps grow along to match your new legs until they are the size of footballs. Next you feel the changes concentrate on your core as a set of washboard abs start to manifest on the service of your stomach perfectly completing the exposed pubes from before. You even notice them growing a little more upwards to perfect the change. Lastly came the beautiful set of pecs which started to pump outwards matching the pulses of your balls. They finally create a nice shelf over your abs as your nipples darken and start to point outward. The changes to your muscles settle as your body looks identical to the hot doctor in front of you. You open your eyes and look around thinking the changes are over until your balls start to pulsate once again. The sensation travels up your body until your head feels a massive pressure. Slowly your bone structure starts to morph mimicking that of the doctors. Your lips plump outwards ready to introduce every and all cocks it can find. Your cheekbones move upwards giving you a sharp face and a semi permanent smile. All the fat melts away from your neck leaving behind a jawline that can cut glass and a prominent adams apple. The changes settle thinking the last of it has happened and pleading to the doctor to change you back.
âPlease please, I donât want this. I want to be meâ you beg of him
âOh donât worry, youâre going to love your life after a while and you wonât even remember your old oneâ he said pressing another button as the restraints pull you down forcing you to lay backside to the chair as you stair at the ceiling. You hear him opening his drawer again and rummaging around until he starts to walk over to you.
âNow this is the final step before you become the perfect cloneâ he said placing a pair of oil spill colored glasses. You scream as he slowly places the glass onto your face until they sit perfect. You immediately quiet down as he smirks know itâs working.
Your eyes are forced open as inside the glasses start to display videos of memories foreign to you. All you can do is grunt trying to fight back from these new memories forcing them selfs inside your brain replacing your old. Your mind is completely enthralled and you almost donât notice the doctor has pulled down your speedo and whispers something under his breath
This will help the reprogramming along. He places something over hisâŚ.. your cock. You start to freak out knowing the reprogramming has started to take effect your mind not being able to between him and yourself. As he ticks the speedo back into place you notice this foreign object get right around the base of your cock and slowly start to buzz creating an orgasmic feeling making your mind even weaker and more susceptible to the brainwashing.
Your mouth opens as the video starts to play more explicit images and videos. Guys fucking, partying, doing drugs everything typical of a circuit party gay. The buzzing gets even stronger during these parts causing you to moan. Soon your cock starts to produce precum creating a large wet spot at the front of the cream colored brief. Finally with the last of the programming finishing up you finally see
CUM
With that your body shakes as your cock shoots loads of your old cum all over the inside of your speedo which is quickly soaked up. The doctor finally releases you from the restraints as your body gets up you realize you can still hear, feel and see everything but your body does not respond to your thoughts.
âIt worked perfectly. Youâre a 1 to 1 replica of myself. Now the technology of the reprogramming is still in being worked on so Iâll need you to keep the glasses on for now. Understoodâ
âyesâ your body responds in a foreign voice and against your will
âGreat, now here are my keys and I booked you.. I mean me a flight to Hawaii. Iâm going to need you to post content on our profile and make sure to tell guys about our clinic. Now enjoyâ
Your body leaves the room still in your speedo. The nurse at the front smirks knowing what just happened.
.
.
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A few weeks later you are staying at a resort working out in the complimentary outdoor gym. You noticed some guy keeps looking at you throughout your workout. He finally comes up to you while youâre working on the dumbbells
âWow youâre built as hell bro. Got any tips?â He asked
âHaha come to my room and I can show youâ I replied smirking as he got the hint.

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Mikey couldnât believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfatherâs chest was for real. Holding Saulâs hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body.Â
âHoly shit lilâ dudeâ the older boy exclaimed. âLook at you!â Â
Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saulâs height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team...Â
âWow...â was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice.Â
âBro...â Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size.Â
âBro! I think youâre good for now! Let go!â Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikeyâs hand from his own.Â
âOh!â Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. âIâm sorry! I was so...â he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form â-amazed...â he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes.Â
âYeah... I noticed...â Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. âAnymore and Iâd come out of this looking like a middle schooler... âÂ
Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. Heâd still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now. Â
He smirked. âNah! Youâre still a big boy.â He playfully patted him on the shoulder. âBesides, youâd probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.â He commented.Â
âDonât get any ideas, Mikey!â He pointed at Mike. âDonât make me regret this!âÂ
Mikey nodded. âDonât worry! I promise I wonât.â He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saulâs heavy tanned skin.Â
âThank you! I mean it!â Mikey said. âI just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,â he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric âI can! And all thanks to you.âÂ
âYeah yeah! I know Iâm awesome!â Saul waved. âJust give me back my...â he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes âyou know, everything, next week. That should be enough...â Â
âDonât worry.â Mike said with a wink. âIâll put your... everything to good use!âÂ
--Â
Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldnât stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear.Â
Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge.Â
âWow...â He moaned. âI guess I got some of Saulâs âotherâ size too...â He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. âI must be, like... 7 inches now!â Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. âPoor Saul.â He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could.Â
âBut for now...â He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. âI want to enjoy the ride.âÂ
--Â
Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks...Â
He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldnât help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikeyâs weird spell would also drain away his size down there, heâd probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most...Â
Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door.Â
Mikey! It had to be him!Â
Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasnât prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door.Â
A hulking muscular beast walked in. âHey there little dude.â He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. âDid you get smaller since I last see you?âÂ
âMikey?â Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friendâs face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile...Â
âI go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.â He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. âAnd thereâs nothing tiny here, right?â He laughs. Â
Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing.Â
âWhat...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.â Saul asked the giant teen boy.Â
âWell, it was all thanks to you, buddy!â He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saulâs head resting against the boyâs giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saulâs head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch.Â
âYou shouldâve seen Hankâs face!â Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. âWhen he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldnât believe it was that easy!âÂ
âThatâs great! But then-â Saul tried to speak.Â
âI wasnât done speaking, bro.â Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saulâs spine and into his lower area.Â
âWell, you wonât believe what those pussies tried next!â He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldnât shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch. Â
âThey waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldnât put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?â He laughed at the notion.Â
âAnd wasnât he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And werenât his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You shouldâve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.â Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock.Â
âGlad I remembered grandadâs spell, eh?â He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again.Â
âWell, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.â He laughed.Â
âSo, what do you think lilâ bro?â Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps.Â
Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside...Â
âMike-â he almost used his old nickname. âThatâs insane. Youâre like, bodybuilder huge!â Â
âI know, right? Pretty sick!â He guffawed. âDidnât feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but theyâre pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.â Saul was shook. âThey canât seem to quit my dick, now.âÂ
âBut then again.â Mike grabbed a handful of cock âI got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...â He looked suggestively at Saul âwho would be able to...âÂ
Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. âBut your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?â He tried to change the subject.Â
âOh that!â Mike waved. âAnother one of grandadâs spells. Basically, it normalized things. If youâre outside the spell, thatâs how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they donât, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...â  Â
Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room.Â
âSo yeah. Itâs all thanks to you, lilâ buddy!â Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mikeâs strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldnât help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body.Â
âI came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...â he chuckled. âUnless you donât want me to.âÂ
Saul looked shockingly into his friendâs eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week heâs been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. Itâs not like itâs that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mikeâs lap like that, but still...Â
âUnless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.â He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts.Â
 âI think thatâs what you want.â He chuckled softly; poking Saulâs modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. âAnd if thatâs the case, Iâm sure I can pay you back some other way.â Mikeâs big meaty hand slid down Saulâs slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. âIâll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...â He whispered at his ear.Â
âBut you have to be the one to say so.â He continued. âSo, what will it be?â Â
Saul still looked at his friendâs eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mikeâs massive chest. He couldnât think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was. Â
He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew heâd gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mikeâs. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so heâd be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mikeâs intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had.Â
And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mikeâs embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle... Â
Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious.Â
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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)
The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!
đ Bucking Bronco đ
Jake slouched in his office chair, eyes glazed over from hours of staring at a computer screen. The city buzzed around him, but he felt numb to it. The relentless clamor, the towering buildings, the rush of peopleâit was draining. The city had once been exciting, but now it just felt like a cage.
He sighed, leaning back, wondering if this was it. His life had turned into a cycle: work, home, sleep, repeat. There had to be more. He longed for something simpler, something that felt real.
That evening, he found himself at a local dive bar, his usual escape. As he nursed his drink, a figure caught his eyeâa man at the other end of the bar. Broad-shouldered, dressed in a worn flannel, cowboy boots tapping lightly against the floor, and a cowboy hat perched low on his head. He looked out of place in the city but completely at ease. The manâs presence radiated confidence, something Jake hadnât felt in a long time.
Jake couldnât help but stare. The man caught his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and motioned for Jake to come over.
âWhatâs eatinâ at ya?â the man asked in a low, easy drawl. His voice was calm, steady, like he had all the time in the world.
Jake chuckled nervously. âLife, I guess. Just feels like Iâm stuck.â
The cowboy grinned, flashing a bit of understanding. âYou look like youâre searching for something, son. I used to be in the same boat, till I figured out what I needed.â
Jake raised an eyebrow. âWhat was that?â
The cowboy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, flipping through something until he found what he was looking for. âHere,â he said, sliding the phone across the table. âWatch this video. Changed my life, and it might just do the same for you.â
Jake hesitated, then grabbed the phone. It was a subliminalâthe screen flashed with phrases like âstrength,â âdiscipline,â âconfidence,â and âcowboy.â He smirked. Subliminals? He didnât buy into that kind of thing, but something about this man, his confidence, his calmnessâit was intriguing.
âIâll give it a shot,â Jake said, not fully convinced.
The cowboy tipped his hat. âMight be what youâre lookinâ for, son. Embrace it, and youâll be surprised where it takes you.â
The next morning, Jake sat at his kitchen table, staring at his phone, his curiosity getting the better of him. He hit play on the video. The music was soft at first, but soon it picked upâa low hum of country tunes overlaid with affirmations. Phrases flashed on the screen: strength, discipline, focus, cowboy grit.
Jake scoffed at first but decided to let it play while he worked from home. The video rolled on in the background, and slowly, something inside him began to shift.
Branded
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Originally posted on 2020-05-27 by dumb-and-jocked
Unfortunately dumb-and-jocked's account has been deactivated.
If the original author ever reads this: thank you for all your works!
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Zane wasnât particularly excited about going out to his uncleâs ranch. The two had never really known how to connect, with one being from the East Coast and the other in rural Wyoming. Zane had grown up privileged in the urban lifestyle, with many stores, jobs, and more progressive influences around every corner. His parents were also a little richer than most, so he was able to enjoy a luxurious apartment all to himself while he attended Yale. Well... not all to himself. His boyfriend Kaeden visited so often he was practically a second resident, but Zane didnât mind--he loved the attention.
Zane practically adored his modern lifestyle, and made sure to show it by never leaving a five-mile radius. This caused his parents to worry, assuming if he didnât start now heâd never know how to go out on his own. Trying to help (like all parents did), his father spoke with his brother and the two set up a little spring vacation for Zane. When Zaneâs father had proposed the idea, Zane didnât exactly jump in excitement. In fact, he didnât seem excited at all.
âReally?â Zane asked coarsely. âSpring break is for beaches, coasts, actual fun!â
âZane,â his father replied coolly. âI didnât raise you to be a leech off of my own money. Go out to your uncleâs ranch and give him a hand; earn something for once. And anyway, Wyomingâs great this time of year--you might enjoy it!â
âCan I at least bring Kaeden with me?â
His fatherâs eyes went down for a moment. Zane always had a lurking feeling that his father wasnât truly alright with his only son being gay, his Western Christian roots molding him that way, but his dad always acted like he was accepting. Proving Zaneâs point, he swore he couldâve seen his dadâs ears perk up a second after the proposal was made.
âThatâs a great idea!â his dad cheered, almost too enthusiastically. âNow someone can relish in the same pain youâll be experiencing.â Zane rolled his eyes in response to the sarcasm before walking out to his car.
Reflecting back on that moment, his father did seem a little more eager than usual, but Zane didnât care. It was too late now, as the old pickup truck was pulling into the driveway of the ranch. A huge arch loomed above them, displaying âWELCHâ in iron letters across the top. Back when it used to be his grandparentsâ ranch, Zaneâs father loved this place. He used to thrive as a cowboy, but once he got a taste of the other side of the Mississippi, he left the lifestyle behind him. The rest of the family seemed alright with the transition, with Zaneâs uncle being the older brother anyway, meaning he would be taking the ranch, so they decided to let him roam. His uncle had now been running the ranch for almost ten years, just him, his wife, and a small crew to help with the daily tasks.
âAlright, boys, enjoy the trip,â the man in the front grunted as he halted to a stop. Kaeden and Zane slowly jumped out of the truck, grabbing their bags as they looked at the massive farm. Zane swore it looked bigger than the last time he was here, but that was to be expected. The last time he was here was a decade ago for his grandparentsâ funerals, so there was probably going to be change. While Kaedan gazed around in awe, Zane spotted what--or who--he was looking for. Leaning against one looming building was a tall man wearing a blue button-up and worn-out jeans. His large boots were placed firmly on the ground and a barn wall, while a beige hat rested proudly on top of his head. He looked like a more muscular, worn-out version of his father, his similar salt and pepper stubble pulling the whole look together.
âZaney boy, is that yeu?â the man asked in astonishment, the southern accent as prominent as ever.
âYeah, Uncle Treyton.â
Zane tried to sound enthusiastic, but he never felt like family with the redneck. Not only did the two have completely different perspectives, but they didnât even look related. Zane didnât share the same muscular body as the silver fox, but instead had a little too much meat on his bones. He also didnât get the Welch height, with Zaneâs lime-dyed hair barely even reaching his uncleâs neck.
âAnd this must be Kaeden Sargent, put it here!â
Zaneâs uncle shoved a meaty hand in front of him and Kaeden quickly accepted. He was always more optimistic than Zane, putting his best foot forward into every situation. The tall, lanky man took the otherâs hand and shook it vigorously, so much in fact that his ginger curls bounced in a rhythm. Fortunately, the baby fat surrounding his face allowed him to act a little childish.
âFirm, thatâll go a long ways here, son.â
âThanks, sir.â
âAh, yâall can call me Treyton.â
Kaeden and Zane exchanged looks at each other. For a Christian cowboy, he was awfully accepting of their relationship. Neither of them expected Zaneâs uncle to be so understanding.
âWhereâs Aunt Joelene at?â Zane inquired as they hauled their bags inside.
âHer and the lady folk already had a vacation planned, so she ainât gonna be here this week. Just some good âol male bonding!â
He led them to two guest rooms on opposite sides of a hallway, telling them to toss their individual bags into one or the other. Zane and Kaeden exchanged looks again, although this time it was for a different reason. They both knew they might be staying in different rooms, but not sleeping.
All of a sudden, the doorbell rang from the front of the house. After dropping their things, Zane and Kaedan followed Treyton back out to the front door. The trio wandered out to the foyer to see another cowboy smugly standing on the porch.
âHarry!â Treyton shouted as he swung the door open. ââBout time ya got here--the nephewâs in town.â
Harry looked over at Zane, inspecting him and then Kaeden with hawk eyes. His tight black shirt didnât hide the impressive muscles from years on the farm. The same could be said for his faded jeans and massive belt buckle, both of which did nothing to camouflage his gargantuan pouch.
âIs yers that paddy?â he remarked with a deep voice, his accent as thick as Treytonâs. âOr the fag.â
âTheyâre both fags,â Treyton corrected. âThe paddyâs his âboyfriendâ.â
Kaeden patted Zaneâs shoulder in a comforting way. Treytonâs language had just confirmed that they had signed themselves up for a long vacation.
âI donât mean to be abandoninâ yâall so quickly, but the townâs rodeoâs goinâ on tonight and Iâm a volunteerinâ,â Zaneâs uncle began. âEverythinâ there is free, so I expect to see yâall out there. Itâll be a great time!â
The two hicks strutted over to Harryâs old pickup truck, the engine roaring mighty proud as it came to life. Zane and Kaedan wondered how they hadnât heard it coming down the driveway.
âKeys are on the counter!â Treyton hollered as they drove off. Kaeden smirked lowering his hand from Zaneâs shoulder to his butt as they watched the other pair leave.
âMight as well taint your uncleâs house before we go to the rodeo.â
âYou really want to go to that thing?â Zane whined, missing the hint.
âNo, but we should,â Kaeden replied. âUntil then, let me keep you entertained.â He then started kissing Zaneâs neck passionately, dragging him down a hallway.
âAlright!â Zane giggled, following along. He loved his boyfriend.
â â
Kaeden and Zane hesitantly pulled into the parking lot, the dirt flying into the air as they parked the rusty pickup near the back. The whole event took place in some kind of stadium, but instead of a neatly trimmed field with shiny seats, there were wooden bleachers and a dirt floor. They werenât particularly excited, going from hardcore sex to this dump, but as long as they were at each otherâs sides theyâd make it through. At least, thatâs what Zane kept telling himself.
The two cautiously jumped out, wearing sweatpants and matching concert tees from an event they went to on their fifth date. Zane had thought that if they wore their most casual clothes, theyâd blend into the crowd, but it turned out this was truly his first rodeo. Walking up to the front gate, they saw a rainbow of button-ups scattered among the stretched and stained tees. Hicks and cowboys galore excitedly hollered as they entered the rodeo grounds. The strange thing was, it seemed like people were gathering by color. Zane and Kaeden watched the red button-ups slowly separate from the yellow tees, who themselves avoided the purple plaid-clad group. Even with the odd formation, the pair stuck out like two weeds in a freshly-planted garden.
âAlright next!â
Zane and Kaeden had been so perplexed by the entire situation that they hadnât noticed they had crossed the parking lot, gotten in line, and made it to the front.
âZaney boy, ya made it!â
Zaneâs uncle proudly stood behind a booth, waving as the boyfriends walked up. Harry was placed on the other side, his look much more calculating than Treytonâs inviting smile.
âAre yâall excited?â Uncle Treyton asked, his accent coming out stronger with each syllable.
âTotally,â Kaeden answered, assuming his other half wouldnât.
âLet us just stamp yâall and yeuâll be on in.â
âWait, why are we the only oneâs getting stamped?â Kaedan observed. Zane hadnât noticed, but all the other attendees had gotten in without a mark.
âRemember how I said yâall are gettinâ in free tonight,â Treyton explained. âThis is yer free ticket.â
They nodded their heads as Kaeden extended the back of his hand out to Zaneâs uncle. Treyton solidly pressed a stamp down on his hand, the blue color left behind sinking deep into his pale skin like a tattoo. Zane proceeded to do the same for Harry, who marked his hand with a black darker than the night itself.
âWhat do the colors mean?â Zane questioned.
âWhatever ink weâre usinâ.â Harry snarked, sending him on his way. Zane sighed as he strolled through the gate.
âIâll be at a food stand later tonight so make sure to come and visit me!â Treyton shouted as they disappeared into the crowd.
âWe can do this,â Kaeden whispered, grabbing Zaneâs hand and dragging him to the stands. He sounded reassuring, but Zane couldnât tell if it was for him or Kaedan himself.
âItâs just for tonight,â Kaedan continued, âAfter that, we wonât have to deal with Harry, or anyone for that matter. Except for your uncle of course.â
Zane grinned--his boyfriend always knew how to cheer him up.
âAnd besides,â Kaeden continued. âLook at how much we have to explore!â
It might have been a bit exaggerated, but there was a some space to venture. Besides the stands, there were a few porta potties, some food stands, and a big tent filled with gear for the local country radio station. The tent was their first destination, looking through all the merchandise and advertisements. Although they both hated country music, they had fun exploring the booth, even signing up for a raffle to a Chase Rice concert. Did they know who he was? No--but they didnât care. Even though they got a few sideways glances from passing families and couples, they were actually enjoying their time at the rodeo. Zane and Kaeden were there to have fun just like everyone else.
9.8 SECONDS! THAT WAS A GOOD TUSSLE, DAVE!
The pair watched on as the participant was whipped off the horseâs back. The first few rounds had looked painful, but Kaeden and Zane eventually stopped flinching after every contestant. It was the sport after all, so they shouldnât be worried unless everyone else was worried. The uncomfortable thing was, everyone at the rodeo did seem slightly on edge, but it wasnât over the participants. Unsurprisingly, it was over them.
âHey,â Zane said, elbowing his partner to grab his attention. âIs it me or is there something strange about the crowd here?â
âYou mean how theyâre all looking at us like weâre sick?â Kaeden asked, not tearing his eyes away from the next contestant.
8.7 SECONDS! IMPRESSIVE GRIP FROM HANK!
âWell, yeah, but thatâs not what Iâm talking about.â
âWhatâs on your mind?â
âI donât know, I meanâŚâ Zane stumbled off, noticing Kaeden was still focused on the riders.
9.4 SECONDS! NICE JOB MARV!
âEarth to Kaedan!â Zane snapped, finally snatching the otherâs attention. âFor example, did we miss out on some color-coded theme? Why is everyone segregated?â
Kaeden glanced around the stands, noticing what his boyfriend was talking about. Although everyone was clumped together, there were noticeable separations. It seemed like groups of men, women, and children were organized by the shading of their clothes. It was peculiar, but so were most small, rural towns.
âCalm down, babe,â Kaeden replied nonchalantly. âItâs probably just some cheerleading thing, you know? Like someoneâs family wears orange because their their fanclub.â
âYeah, I guess that makes sense,â Zane conceded.
10.1 SECONDS! IâD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM RYLAN!
âYouâre probably just paranoid from all the homophobia around here,â Kaeden reasoned. âBut luckily, I know whatâll cheer you up.â
âOh really,â Zane responded coyly.
âDefinitely, meet me at your uncleâs food stand and Iâll get us some snacks.â
âAlright, but Iâm gonna head to a restroom first.â
âMiss me!â Kaeden exclaimed as he rushed down the risers. Zane grinned, knowing he was lucky to have snagged his boyfriend.
â â
âAh! Sorry,â Zane grunted as he shimmied out of the porta potty door, noticing the growing line that had assembled outside. He thought he hadnât taken too long, but when oneâs bowels beg for release, one has to give in. Walking with a little pep in his step, he eagerly bounced his way around the rodeo grounds to find his uncleâs food stand. Kaeden knew Zane had a soft spot for food, which was pretty evident by the soft spots around his hips. He was excited to see what he had gotten for him. After wandering around for a minute, he finally spotted his uncle stepping outside an old trailer.
âUncle Treyton!â Zane shouted as he approached.
âEh, Zane! Whatâs up? Enjoyinâ the rodeo?â
âI guess?â Zane replied honestly. âHave you seen Kaeden?â
âAh yeah, he was my last customer for the night. I saw him walkinâ over to the picnic area,â Treyton grunted, locking the door to the trailer as he closed up.
âThanks!â Zane responded, beginning to walk off.
âHold on there, cowboy!â Treyton demanded, chuckling at his own irony. âIâm gonna be headinâ back to the ranch, gotta long day of work tomorrow, so make sure yâall donât stay out too late.â
âSounds good, Uncle Treyton!â Zane started again, desperately wanting to get back to Kaeden.
âAND!â Treyton emphasized. âHarry wanted to see ya âbout somethinâ before ya left. He should be at the stables.â
âGreat, thanks!â Zane tore off, almost kicking up the dirt behind him as he darted back towards the porta potties. He made it to the picnic area in record time, almost panting as he slowed down. The so-called âpicnic areaâ was really just a group of tables resting behind the bleachers, with no real purpose besides having a surface to eat at. Zane searched for Kaeden, but it seemed like the place was totally empty. The only person he saw was a man sitting alone, ravenously scarfing down an order of nachos. He was wearing a blue plaid button-up and the same straight, overused jeans as every other man at the rodeo. He also adorned a cowboy hat, a quite brawny body, and a bulge much larger than both Kaedan and Zaneâs combined. The cowboy looked to be in his late 20âs, but his brunette chin strap and mustache combo made him seem older. Zane approached the other man delicately, noticing the redneckâs very large boots tap eagerly as he chowed on his food.
âUm, excuse meâŚâ Zane mumbled quietly. âI was wondering if-â
âZane!â the man jumped up from his seat. âI was worryinâ âbout you! Thought you mightâve gotten stuck er somethinâ.â Zane shook his head, confused at who the low-pitched, southern gent was exactly.
âIâm sorry, who are you?â
âZane, itâs Clayton!â he paused, waiting for Zane to remember.
âClayton Sherman?â Zane was still bewildered, until something clicked in his head.
âWait, Kaedan?â
âNo, Clayton. Didja hit yer head or somethinâ?â
Zane felt a little crazy, but something supernatural was pulling him towards this stranger. He didnât know what the force was, but his curiosity guided him.
âOne sec, just let me check something.â
Zane grabbed Claytonâs right hand swiftly, finding the same blue stamp that his boyfriend had received earlier. Although it had faded dramatically, it was good enough proof for Zane.
âKaedan, what happened to you? How did you become like this? What happened after you left the stand?â Zane must have been hallucinating. There was no way his long, slim, ginger lover had become some horse-kickinâ, tobacco-spittinâ cowboy, right?
âFirst off, itâs Clayton,â Clayton responded calmly. âAnd I did exactly what I said I would. I went to yer uncleâs stand and got us some food. He told me heâd give us âsomethinâ specialâ and slapped my hand, saying it would be on the house. Can you believe it? These darn nachos were free!â
âAlright,â Zane quickly remarked. âThen what?â
âWell, I waited for ya, but the nachos kept lookinâ at me. So, I thought ya wouldnât mind if I took a bite. One bite became two, then three, and now weâre here.â Clayton showed Zane the empty box, beaming a childish smile.
âKaedan, I donât under-â
Suddenly, Zane grabbed his head as he felt a shock go through his skull. He grimaced as it coursed through his brain, causing him to shake momentarily before regaining his thoughts. As fast as the pain had come, it had disappeared too.
âYâall ok there?â Clayton asked, patting Zaneâs shoulder in a brotherly way.
âYeah, I think so,â Zane blinked. âWhat were we talking about again?â
âHow I ate all the food!â Clayton hollered, laughing at himself in a low guffaw. âWe oughta get back to the rodeo though, Little Peteyâs going up soon.â
âLittle Petey?â Zane mumbled to himself as the two hoisted themselves up. At first, he didnât recognize the name, but the more he thought about it, the more memories that seemed to appear. Little Petey was Claytonâs little brother of course! Both Clayton and Pete Sherman were expert horse riders, having both broken records for steer wrestling and bull riding. Theyâd also been the star quarterbacks for the town back in their prime, but now with Pete turning 26 and Clayton having his second kid on the way, they were ready to settle down and start (or continue) their families.
âYeah! I gotta run on back to Cassie and Trevor. Nice seeinâ ya round these parts again!â
Clayton tossed the empty carton into the trash and ran off back to the stands. Zane watched the man dash up the wooden bleachers to his wife and first boy, embracing them as he sat down to continue watching the show. He sunk right back into the cluster of blue, completely camouflaged by the other people in the crowd. Zane didnât really know Clayton, just remembered him as someone who worked at his uncleâs farm. He seemed nice, but definitely not friend-material. He had a little too much homophobia and country in him. Zane stopped for a moment to correct himself. Clayton didnât have a little too much; he had a lot of too much.
8.3 SECONDS! LETâS HEAR IT FOR MIKE!
Deciding he had nothing else to do, Zane started heading back towards the parking lot. Although the event seemed kind of interesting, Zane was too lonesome to really find any joy in the situation. Even his uncleâs presence wouldâve made him want to stay, but with no one there by his side, Zane decided to head out. Right as he stepped through the gate, he suddenly recalled his uncle saying something about Harry wanting to see him. He didnât like Harry, and he assumed it worked the other way around too, but Zane knew he should respect his uncleâs wishes.
8.9 SECONDS! DANNYâS HERE TO STAY!
Zane stumbled into the area housing the horse stables, the place completely deserted besides the rolling tumbleweeds. Strolling past a few horse-buses, it didnât take long to find Harry. He grinned as Zane approached, holding a lasso in one hand.
ââBout time you got here, thinkinâ you got lost er somethinâ.â
âWish I would have,â Zane mumbled to himself as Harry tossed an arm around his shoulder. Harry suddenly seemed more cheery than he had been before.
âDid yer uncle tell ya what yer doing here?â
âNo, but I hope itâs not too long; Iâm getting tired.â To emphasize his point, Zane faked a huge yawn.
âNot that, fag,â Harry chuckled, dropping down one end of the rope. âI mean this vacation.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âBack in high school, yer pops, uncle, and I used to be the studs of the town. Valuable players, intimidatinâ cowboys, 100% corn-fed beef. But when yer pops was offered an education out east, the three of us fell apart.â
âYeah, so what?âZane was uninterested, finding the cowboyâs bulge as the only thing appealing about Harry. Zane had a bad habit of checking out other men when he was single.
âWell,â Harry continued, dragging Zane into a stable. âWhen yer pops saw how off-track he had raised ya, he called up Treyton and I to put a little country in ya. We knew we were gonna have fun, but when ya brought along that Irish laddy too, that was just a cherry for the top.â
Zane shook his head in bewilderment. Who was Harry talking about? He had obviously come here alone.
âSee, originally Treyton wanted you as part of his ranch, but when yer boyfriend came he decided to pass the sweeter treat off to me. I think yeuâll really-â
âWoah, slow down a moment,â Zane rubbed his temples, losing track of everything.
âAh, I fergot about the mental stuff,â Harry contemplated, thinking about how to explain everything. He had to find a way to explain it all to the boy.
âRemember how everyone in the stands was segregated by their clothinâ color?â
âYeah?â Zane clearly remembered, as he had stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didnât understand why this was important now.
âWell, theyâre all branded to some ranch, thatâs why they stick to one color.â
Harryâs answer made sense to him, but Zane was still visibly perplexed.
âLook at Kae- I mean Clayton Sherman,â Harry started. âHe works for yer uncleâs ranch. What color to they wear?â
âBlue?â
âExactly!â Harry slapped Zaneâs back, knocking the wind out of the other man.
âEvery color here is for someoneâs ranch. Blue is Welch, green is Smith, white for Johnson-â
âHow... how many are there?â Zane stuttered, the pieces gradually coming together.
â10, âcluding myself,â Harry responded proudly.
âSo what youâre saying,â Zane reasoned. âIs that these ranch ownerâs âbrandâ people to be part of their âranch,â claiming them as their property?â
âEeyup.â
âAnd why are you telling me this?â
âThought you oughta know beforehand.âZane was about to ask what that meant, but before he could speak, something clicked together in his head.
âYou own one of these âranchesâ?â
âThe stunninâ Mueller Ranch.â
âAnd what color are you?â
Zane already knew the answer, hoping to distract the other man, but he wasnât fast enough to dodge Harryâs launch. The older cowboy tackled Zane to the ground, the stench of hay and manure infiltrating Zaneâs lungs as his face graced the dirt floor. Zane, not one to be athletic, surprisingly twisted himself out of Harryâs grasp, rolling sideways before getting up and escaping. He started running to his truck, desperately shuffling through his pockets to find the keys. Frantically scurrying away, he didnât even notice his foot slip right out from beneath him.
âGotcha!â
Harry cackled heartily as he looked upon his captured prey, who was clawing at the rope helplessly. It seemed like a scene from an old western cartoon: the fool stepping into the lasso and getting caught. Harry had already tied the other end of the rope to a stable post, approaching Zane with a face gleaming with malice. Zane trembled in fear, giving up hope on flight and nervously accepting the fight. As Harry took the final steps, Zane's cowered timidly as he gave up. He didnât know what was going to happen, but he knew something was going to be over. Then, to Zaneâs pure surprise, a hand stretched out to help him up.
âCome on,â Harry welcomed warmly.
Zaneâs heart stopped. Was Harry⌠serious? Was this all some prank just to scare him? Zane didnât know what was going on, but he decided that once he got out of this mess heâd stay in the sweet shelter of his uncleâs ranch. After the week was over, he was never coming back to this pathetic town, or Wyoming for that sake.
âAre ya gonna take it or what?â
Zane sighed, clasping his hand into Harryâs. As soon as they connected, Harryâs flowery smile instantly twisted back into the thorny smirk.
âItâs just too easy.â
Before Zane could react, Harry flipped the otherâs hand over and tapped the black stamp. Instantaneously, time stopped around them. The whole moment felt electric, almost as if everything in existence had shifted, but it was simply only a light touch. Zane gasped as he got up, struggling to speak.
âWhat⌠what did you do?â
âEh, nothinâ yeuâll remember,â Harry chimed. Zane investigated the back of his hand, noticing a slight pulse as the black stamp began to fade. He was shocked to see the color slowly draining from it into his veins, noticing the same inky shade pumping into his bloodstream.
âOh no,â Zane cried as a small crackling came from his knuckles. It sounded similar to an orchestra of crickets, the hundreds of minuscule pops signifying the growth of his average hands. Zaneâs palms grew thicker at a sluggish pace, bloating with meat as his fingers grew into calloused sausages. Zane groaned in pain while his hands became paws, now feeling like he was wearing bulky, leather mittens instead of skin.
The raven color flew through Zaneâs arms, gliding across his chest before venturing vertically. To Zaneâs dismay, his unused tendons stretched intensely, expanding as they made room for the arriving muscular tissue. Biceps proudly emerged as their brotherly triceps erupted from underneath Zaneâs flesh, causing him to writhe. His forearms gained some meat too before a tan wave swept across the surface of his skin. The classic shade darkened Zaneâs pale skin as a field of hair was planted on top. Before long, Zaneâs arms looked like an avid gym-goerâs, yet for some reason his mind told him they were from the farm.
After improving the upper appendages, the ink moved downwards, cutting through Zaneâs chest. His deltoids pushed outwards as his collarbone expanded, barely extending his traps as his torso began to shift into the shape of a âTâ. His pectorals ballooned outwards, forming into meaty packages with two perky nipples, obviously erect underneath his shrinking tee. After the pecs squared out, Zane moaned as a sturdy six pack pounded in, each abdominal packing a punch as it pushed forward. A light covering of fur erupted from his chest while the tan wave made sure to paint itself once more. Zane began panting for air violently, each breath sucking in a little body fat. It didnât remove all of his fat, but enough to maintain something barely below a body-builderâs standards. His shirt also stitched itself back together, having been torn apart seconds before. The cheap concert tee grew black as it painted itself back onto Zaneâs torso, the dusky color hiding its overuse.
Following were Zaneâs legs, as the black blood dove deeper. His juicy thighs began to tighten, retaining their above-average size, but now containing more muscle than meat. After his quadriceps had hardened, his knees cracked violently, stretching out Zaneâs calves to max him out at 6â2. The bottom of his sweatpants violently tore to reveal two meaty forelegs, both veiny, firm, and covered in a lathering of hair. His pale skin darkened as his legs were covered in a loose denim, locking away his lower appendages.
With Zaneâs lower body now covered in an old pair of Wranglers, the ink took hold of his feet, which were currently snug in a pair of Sperryâs boat shoes, the only shoes he had brought with him. In an instant, the leather and cloth tore apart in the middle, blossoming open like a flower to reveal gargantuan Size 15 feet. Zane was appalled to see the hairy, meaty, and awfully rank monsters attached below his ankles, but to his luck, the shredded shoes began to reform. The leather gracefully became cowhide as it expertly resowed itself around Zaneâs feet, traveling up to his midcalves to create two authentic cowboy boots. Zane however didnât feel relieved, in fact all he could feel was the sweat of his massive feet filling up the shoes. His socks hadnât reformed, so it appeared he was going commando in his boots.
The ink swam up to the top, touching up on any missed spots. After filling in Zaneâs pits with a hearty amount of hair, the black blood filled in his neck, adding girth to support the maturing Adamâs apple. Vocal chords stretched as the Zaneâs register reached new depths, causing him to violently cough and sputter as he adjusted, allowing the ink to shoot upwards. Zane cried out in pain as the black blood clutched his skull, pulling apart at the bones to give him a thicker head. While the baby fat was removed, his jaw was stretched horizontally, giving him a prominent chin just large enough for a cleft. His lips shrunk while his nose expanded, filling in along with his expanding brows. Zaneâs eyes shifted from a bland brown to easy-going blue as his hair shaved away, leaving a no-effort buzzcut where a manicured mane once laid. The vibrant green color rapidly faded, giving way to a light brown that easily shaded in Zaneâs new haircut and thickening chinstrap. Across his body, his skin tightened barely as his body packed on a few extra years. It wasnât a noticeable difference, but Zane no longer had the same glow of young adulthood.
âAh Lordee,â Zane grumbled, getting up as his language center reorganized itself. âWhatâd yâall do to me?â
âWell, thereâs still one more thing to go,â Harry replied, watching Zane shakily ascend. When the other man stood straight, he now faced eye to eye with the other cowboy.
âWhat in tarnation is left?â
âJust give it a sec-â
âI ainât got no time for games, Iâm gettinâ-â
Suddenly, Zane felt an electrifying pulse throughout his groin, the rest of the ink finally reaching his reproductive center. The black blood infiltrated his testicles, killing off the weak sperm as it overtook his pouch. Zaneâs balls bloated as they became heavy with cowboy sperm, dropping dramatically due to the increased weight. The ink traveled into his medium-sized penis, engorging it almost instantly. At first, Zane felt like he was having the most powerful boner of his life, but he began to realize his dick was in fact growing. His member began pulsating with the foreign blood, elongating as it grew to a mighty 10 inches. In the back end, his buttocks blew up into two massive, hardened globes, pushing against the confines of one end of the jeans while his pouch took the other.
Losing all sense of reality, Zane furiously palmed himself through his jeans, the feeling of his newly-materialized boxer shorts rubbing against his sensitive tip driving him crazy. Precumming in seconds due to the pent up stress, Zane was too horny to realize what he was doing, or what he was losing. His prized Yale education evaporated like powdered milk into his ballsack. Next went his East Coast upbringing, his progressive ideas and urban lifestyle disappearing into the void that was his semen. In tow was his homosexuality, which was thrown into the fire inside his testicles. Even a sizeable chunk of his IQ was tossed into the mixing pot. Everything about Zane was sucked down into his sperm, ready to be expelled permanently.
âCâmon boy,â Harry shouted eagerly. âYa know what ya want to do!â
Zane grunted as he groped himself once more, feeling a burst of static electricity coarse across his body. Grabbing a nearby fence, Zane steadied himself against the stable wall as he felt the rush coming.
âWow-ie!â
A huge load of sperm coated the front of the Wranglers, causing the area beneath the giant belt buckle to darken dramatically. Not bothering to clean himself up, the young cowboy basked in the afterglow of ejaculation, truly content with himself. He adjusted his pouch one last time, with his other hand still secured to the fence.
âThere ya go, that felt better, didnât it?â Harry slapped a hand around the other man, securing the black cowboy hat on top of the otherâs head while doing so.
âAh yeah, Sir, that one was a goodie,â the other replied, the two slowly making their way back to the main grounds.
âTell me, Wayne, where the wife and kids at? Shouldnât they be at the rodeo?â
âThey are, Sir,â Wayne responded quickly. âTheyâre sittinâ near the back of the bleachers with the other ranch families.â
âAh I see.â
10.5 SECONDS! PETEâS WOWED US AGAIN FOLKS!
Harry paused in front of the main gate, shuffling his hand through his pocket to find his keys and some Copenhagen chew.
âI best be headinâ out,â he stated. âWe got a long day at the ranch tomorrow, lots of hay bale shipments to move out.â
âSounds good, Sir.â Wayne extended his hand out, âIâll see yâall bright and early tomorrow morninâ.â
âSee yâall then, Wayne.â
The two vigorously shook hands, with Harry delighted to see the disappearance of a certain black stamp. They waved each other off as Harry walked back to his truck. After watching his boss leave, Wayne was elated to go back to his family, with one beautiful wife and three handsome sons to entertain. Turning 29 in a matter of days (his birthday shared with Pete Shermanâs, or âLittle Peteyâ as the town called him), Wayne had already accomplished his major goal in life, growing the Woods family. It only seemed like yesterday that he and his wife were high school sweethearts, but now they owned their own little home with three rowdy chaps running around everywhere. It was going to be Wayneâs job to teach them the right morals just like how his father taught him. Over the years, heâd teach them about Christianity, voting Red, being country men, and how to swoon ladies. But, with the oldest one only in first grade, he thought it might be best to wait a bit longer.
Inspecting the bleachers, it didnât take Wayne long to find his family. He ran up to them and sat down immediately, ready to keep enjoying the show. He quickly explained to his wife what his boss had wanted him for, saying Harry had just wanted an update on the coming fourth child. Wayne then kissed his wife passionately before giving his attention back to the rodeo, applauding as the last participant finished off the night.
10.3 SECONDS! CHRIS ENDED THE NIGHT STRONG!
ANOTHER GREAT YEAR WITH A DARN GREAT CROWD! THANKS FOR COMINâ OUT FOLKS, WEâLL SEE YâALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!