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This is an excerpt from my story “Slut Shame” a tale of a monogamous man who shames the wrong slut. His boyfriend and life are stolen as he becomes the slut he shamed. You can read that and many other of my free stories here:

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Six months have passed since that night. The texts from Steve becoming fewer and fewer until finally Dave found himself single, but he was never alone. Dave fucked his way though whole city blocks. In parks, in cars, on beaches, and movie theaters. It wasn't long before he got a reputation around the city as the newest Slut in town. He reveled in the knowledge that people knew he would more than likely blow them if they had a decent cock. Dave became a regular on the second floor of the Red Hawk. He loved the freedom of strutting around in his jockstrap, showing off his gym honed ass; something he worked meticulously hard to grow in the last few months since breaking up with Steve.

After one particularly dick filled evening Dave decided to venture downstairs to dance on the first floor, when who should he see, but CLARK! The man was sex on legs. He was surprised to see him fully dressed. How could he have never taken him up on the chance to ride his perfect cock? He was standing alone on the dance floor. Maybe he could finally get his chance to fuck this God. He confidently strode over to the sexy man.

"Well well, if it isn't Clark." Dave purred.

"Hey Dave! How you been?" Clark smiled back jovially.

"It has been a night...I'm hoping to make it better." Dave said, his hand palming Clark's cock.

"Ya, we actually saw you upstairs. You really put on a show! How many loads did you take?" Clark smirked. There was something in his eyes Dave could not quite place.

"At least forty I'd say! Why don't we make our own show? You're awfully overdressed Clark" Dave said, as he continued fondling Clark's thick club.

"Dave, you are so hot and the biggest Slut I know, but I'm actually here with someone." 

"A threesome! Hot!" Dave swooned.

"Sorry Dave, Steve and I are actually going steady now." Clark nodded toward the man walking up with their drinks.

"Hey Babe." Steve said with a smile. "Oh. Dave, hi! It's been a while. I would ask how you've been, but we saw you upstairs. Great work." Steve said, handing his new boyfriend a water bottle.

In a flash Dave felt his world turn upside down. Wasn't Steve supposed to be with him? He looked down at the slutty jockstrap he wore in stark contrast to the fully clothed Steve and Clark.

"Sorry Dave, we decided to put up boundaries now and close the relationship. We're actually taking a cross country road trip for our six month anniversary. But who knows? Maybe one day we could open our relationship up to a Slut like you."Clark smiled moving Dave's hand from his fully hardened cock.

“Wait…this is wrong. Steve is supposed to be my boyfriend. You’re the slut!”

“Hey babe I’ll let you finish up your chat with Dave. Meet at coat check?” Steve said smiling deeply to Clark.

“Sure babe, just give me a minute.” Clark responded with a smile back. 

As Steve left, Clark’s smile turned devilish towards Dave. He roughly grabbed the muscular hairy man by his jock and bent him over slightly. 

Dave could not deny how much he loved the manhandling. With Clark’s free hand he roughly inserted two fingers up Dave’s loose, used hole. With a moan Dave squirmed under Clark’s touch, pushing his ass back against the invasion.

“Now you listen here you little Slut.” Clark spat in Dave’s ear. "One day I’m going to claim this ass for my own, but not until you really live like I did. God I miss it, but watching you succumb to it is so much better. I think you need to celebrate tonight,” Clark whispered into Dave’s ear. His fingering continued at a fever pitch, eliciting high pitched moans from Dave.

“Tonight you’re going to take as many loads as you can. If they are hard for you, you’ll accept any cock. Any time they allow to video the encounter you will take them up on it. I'll need some entertainment while I'm on this road trip with your ex. Sounds hot doesn't it?"

"Y-yess. Ohh fuck yes Clark. So hot!" Clark continued mashing Daves boy button,  sending him to new slutty heights.  

"I want you to keep building this ass up. Hell, build this body up. Become the dumb, hairy, himbo Slut you were always meant to be. By the time we return from this trip Steve should be good and ready to claim this ass with me. I know you'll love that, me and your soul mate DPing this perfect ass." Dave could only moan in response. "Now cum, Slut and let it be the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had." Clark commanded.

And cum Dave did. He saw stars, his hole pulsed and grabbed greedily at Clark's finger. He pushed back harder and harder as his untouched cock exploded. Dave fell into new slutty depths he never thought he could reach.

"The second floor awaits you, Dave. 'I wouldn't want to cut into your search time for dick.'" Clark sang into Dave's ear as he removed his fingers wiping the remnants of loads on Dave's hairy chest.

Dave felt like a new man. He knew Clark had stolen his life, his man, his monogamous tendencies, but all he needed in that moment was to get dicked down by as many men as possible. How hot it would be to film every encounter and entice Clark with the videos. Maybe he would share them Steve, Dave hoped. Without so much as a goodbye he bounded back upstairs, his ass bouncing with each step. The second floor was where a Slut like him belonged. He made his way to the bathroom, when his heart seized. There before him stood the giant in assless chaps he had jacked off so many months ago. 

"Still have that boyfriend?" The giant rumbled releasing his leather bound cock with a zip. "Come to Daddy, Slut." The man commanded. Dave already pulling out his phone and recording as he dropped to his knees

As the magical exchange reached its zenith, a palpable tension filled the chamber. Sam, now acutely aware of the unsettling imbalance, hesitated. "Sir John, something feels off. I can't go on like this."

Sir John, masking his delight with a feigned urgency, insisted, "We're on the brink of a breakthrough, Sam. We need to complete the final step to solidify the transformation."

With a nod, Sam reluctantly continued the enchantment. The magical energies swirled around them, creating an atmosphere charged with both anticipation and deceit. As the intensity grew, so did the transformative magic coursing through their tails.

The climax approached, a crescendo of enchantment and illusion. Sir John's once-tiny, limp tail now stood erect, brimming with stolen vitality. Sam's majestic appendage, though diminished, still retained a glimmer of its former grandeur.

In a sudden twist, the magical currents intensified, driving both men to the edge. Their tails quivered, charged with the magical essence ready to be unleashed. Yet, hidden beneath the facade of collaborative training, a sinister agenda unfolded.

As the moment of climax neared, Sir John seized the opportunity. With a swift and unexpected motion, he redirected the magical flow, causing both tails to release their enchanted essence. The magical juices shot forth, intertwining in mid-air like a spectral dance.

Sam, caught off guard, tried to resist. "What's happening? Sir John, this isn't part of the training!" he exclaimed, a hint of panic in his voice.

But Sir John, driven by envy and the thirst for rejuvenation, was resolute. He lunged forward, his mouth capturing the stream of Sam's magical essence. A twisted grin played on Sir John's lips as he drank deeply, absorbing every last drop of the stolen vitality.

Sam, overcome with shock and resistance, struggled against the force of the magical exchange. His attempts to pull away were met with a relentless suction from Sir John, who reveled in the stolen magic coursing through his weakened form.

The climax of deceit unfolded as Sam's once-potent tail now stood limp and drained. Sir John, fueled by the stolen essence, felt a surge of rejuvenation coursing through his aged body.

As the last traces of magical juice vanished, a sinister satisfaction gleamed in Sir John's eyes. Sam, weakened and disoriented, collapsed to the floor, his betrayed body unable to comprehend the treachery that had unfolded.

The chamber, now quiet save for the echoes of the magical exchange, held the secrets of their transformative encounter.

Chapter Four: The Puppet Master's Mockery

As the magical exchange reached its climax, Sam lay sprawled on the chamber floor, his once-grand tail now a feeble shadow of its former glory. Sir John, rejuvenated and reveling in his newfound power, circled the fallen personal trainer with a sinister grin.

"Well, well, Sam," Sir John jeered, "seems like the tables have turned, or should I say, the tails have turned?" He motioned toward his now robust tail, brimming with vitality.

Sam, weakened and disoriented, tried to sit up, but a wave of exhaustion held him captive. "What have you done, Sir John? This wasn't part of our training!" he protested, his voice a feeble echo of its former self.

Sir John chuckled, a sinister mirth emanating from his rejuvenated form. "Oh, Sam, you were always too trusting. I merely took what was rightfully mine—the vitality that you squandered on youth and arrogance."

He approached Sam, his once-frail tail now erect and pulsating with energy. "You wanted to train with the best, to absorb the essence of greatness. Well, you got more than you bargained for."

Sam, glaring up at Sir John with a mix of betrayal and confusion, managed to utter, "You won't get away with this, Sir John. The consequences of such dark magic are beyond your comprehension."

Sir John scoffed, circling Sam like a vulture reveling in its triumph. "Consequences, you say? I feel more alive than ever! Look at you, drained and feeble. I've achieved what you never could—a true transformation."

With a taunting glint in his eyes, Sir John seized Sam's limp tail, now reduced to a pathetic micro appendage. "What's this, Sam? Your once-majestic tail has become nothing more than a pitiful excuse for magic. Perhaps I should start calling you Micro-Tail Sam."

Sam winced as Sir John played with his diminished tail, a cruel mockery of the once-proud appendage. "You were the golden boy, Sam, but now it seems your magic has lost its shine. I wonder if anyone will even notice your feeble attempts at enchantment."

As Sam lay humiliated and drained, Sir John continued his relentless mockery. "You wanted to absorb greatness, to be on par with the best. Well, congratulations, Sam—you've become a reflection of your own inadequacy."

Sam, feeling the weight of humiliation, couldn't muster a response. The stolen essence had left him not only physically weakened but emotionally shattered.

Sir John, reveling in his triumph, took a step back, surveying his once-frail body now brimming with newfound vitality. "You see, Sam, greatness is not merely about muscles and magic; it's about seizing opportunities, even if it means taking them from others."

As the echoes of their confrontation lingered, the chamber's magical aura began to settle. Sir John, now standing tall and mocking, had successfully orchestrated a tale of envy and deceit. Sam, once the epitome of vitality, lay defeated and humiliated.

The details of their transformed bodies spoke volumes. Sir John's once-feeble frame now boasted a robust physique, his chestnut hair seemingly infused with a renewed vibrancy. His face, once etched with the wrinkles of time, now appeared more refined, as if the stolen essence had erased the markers of age.

In contrast, Sam's once-youthful features were marred by the drain, his hazel eyes dimmed by the betrayal. The grand tail that had defined his magical prowess now hung limp, a mere vestige of its former glory.

Sir John continued to taunt Sam, savoring every moment of the fallen trainer's humiliation. "You were the beacon of vitality, Sam, but now I hold the torch. A fitting lesson in the art of magic, wouldn't you say?"

In the quaint town of Eldoria, where magic and reality intertwined, Sir John and Sam's paths converged in the echoing halls of the mystical training academy. Sir John, a weathered sage with a limp, hairy tail, bore the weight of years etched onto his diminutive frame. In contrast, Sam, the epitome of youthful vitality, stood tall with a clean-shaven, grand tail that mirrored the strength of his well-sculpted physique.

Sir John's aging visage held a map of stories and lessons learned. Liver spots adorned his face, a testament to the passage of countless seasons. His stooped shoulders carried the burden of wisdom, while his thin, cracked lips whispered tales of experiences both bitter and sweet. The tiny, withered balls between his legs told a story of magical reservoirs drained by the sands of time.

On the other side of the spectrum stood Sam, the embodiment of vigorous youth. His chestnut hair framed a face sculpted by divine symmetry, and his hazel eyes sparkled with an energy that seemed to defy the laws of mortality. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and arms that spoke of countless hours spent in the pursuit of physical excellence showcased the results of relentless training. His full, plump balls, a source of potent Samen, hinted at a magical vitality that pulsated through his very core.

The academy's training sessions were a stage where Sam's prowess flourished, leaving Sir John in the shadows of envy. Despite years under Sam's tutelage, Sir John's frail form remained untouched by the transformative magic that coursed through the academy's hallowed halls.

One fateful evening, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon Eldoria, Sir John, consumed by envy, hatched a plan to bridge the chasm that separated him from Sam's vibrant existence. This plot would weave a tale of magical exchange, jealousy, and unforeseen consequences.

As the clock ticked towards midnight, Sir John approached Sam in the dimly lit training chamber. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and a whisper of trepidation.

"Sam," Sir John called out, his voice laden with a rare intensity. "I need your guidance, a special training that only you can provide."

Sam, always eager to help, turned toward Sir John with a warm smile. "Of course, Sir John. What do you need?"

Little did Sam know that this request would set in motion a series of events that would alter the very fabric of their magical existence.

Chapter Two: The Enchanted Exchange

Sam, unsuspecting and benevolent, nodded in agreement. "Follow my lead, Sir John. We'll embark on a unique training journey tonight."

As they settled into the ancient runes inscribed on the training chamber floor, Sam began guiding Sir John through a series of magical exercises. The air hummed with a mystical energy, and the two men immersed themselves in the dance of enchantment.

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Unknown to Sam, Sir John had surreptitiously woven a spell into the training routine. As they delved deeper into the mystical exercises, Sir John subtly redirected the magical currents, setting in motion the clandestine exchange he sought.

The first change unfolded in Sam's majestic tail. A subtle shiver coursed through its length as it began to lose its grandeur. Sam, immersed in the magical flow, felt a disconcerting twinge deep within. His brow furrowed as he continued the exercises, unknowingly surrendering a piece of his magical vitality.

Meanwhile, Sir John's diminutive, limp tail stirred with newfound energy. It responded to the clandestine spell, growing more robust and lively. The hairy strands seemed to stand on end, absorbing the magical essence siphoned from Sam's once-grand appendage.

Emotions played across Sam's face—a mix of confusion and slight discomfort. "Sir John, is everything alright?" he inquired, sensing a subtle shift in the magical currents.

Sir John, feigning concern, replied, "Just a minor adjustment, Sam. Keep going."

The exchange continued, the magical energies intertwining in a delicate dance. Sam's tail, once a symbol of his strength, slowly dwindled in size. He began to feel an overwhelming drain, a sense of depletion that echoed through every fiber of his being.

As Sam's tail lost its grandeur, Sir John's frail body absorbed the stolen vitality. The small, limp tail now pulsed with newfound strength, a stark contrast to its former state. Sir John, concealed behind a mask of feigned effort, reveled in the unfolding transformation.

However, the exchange was not without consequences. The drain on Sam's magical vitality reached a tipping point. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the once-confident personal trainer stumbled. The magical tether between their tails fluctuated, causing Sam to gasp in sudden realization.

"Something's not right," Sam muttered, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and concern.

Sir John, seizing the opportunity, pressed on with the charade. "Just a momentary imbalance, Sam. Keep going, we're almost there."

It was a beautiful but hot day in summer, and Ash had been planning on going to the beach to try and swim a little bit during his vacation in California, just to cool off and relax after his morning at the gym. While walking to the beach which was about 5 minutes away on foot, Ash couldn’t help but stare at woman butts, and breasts. He was straight after all, and he certainly didn’t like any of that “Gay shit”. He walked towards the beach in the burning sun, sweating like a beast and stinking.

Arriving, Ash was surprised to see absolutely no one on the beach when it should’ve been crowded with other tourists visiting and locals, specifically on a hot day like this one. The beach was empty except for some people sunbathing or lifeguards. Ash approached one of the lifeguards to ask why no one was swimming, it was really weird. The lifeguard looked to be in his 20s, he was definitely a twink and Ash thought to himself how he didn’t feel embarrassed to have a speedo hugging his 2-inch looking penis.

“Yo bro, why is there no one swimming?” Ash asked, which the twink lifeguard answered by “Girl haven’t you seen like.. the signs? Scientists discovered like a weird chemical in the water, no one is allowed to swim here anymore!” The twink said with a high-pitched voice. The gym addict, Ash replied by “Nah bro, I don’t care about your bullshit, I’ll swim if I want to, and you’re definitely not gonna stop me with that body of yours.” Ash removing his shirt and revealing his perfect, musky pecs and abs in front of the twink, who looked at him with puppy eyes.

Ash started to walk towards the water, completely ignoring the twink telling him not to go in.

The jock put his two, size 16 feet into the seawater. “See?! Nothin’s happenin bro.” Ash said to the Twink looking at him in the distance.

But no, there was actually something starting to happen, but Ash didn’t feel or notice it. The chemical in the water was somehow making his feet…shrink. Going from a meaty, thick and masculine to small, cute and tiny size 9 feet. His previous jock foot smell which wasn’t noticeable In the water didn’t fade away completely however, Ash’s feet would still be smelling badly of cheese even with his new transformed twink feet. It just wasn’t as powerful and intoxicating as before, even though the smell was still able to be noticed and considered foul-smelling. Ash went deeper into the water, making his legs fully emerged and fully ready to change. His legs that were muscular, athletic and strong quickly changed as he stopped just before his crotch was emerged by the sea water. His legs became less and less muscular by the second, only to become average, slim and skinny twink legs. The hair on his legs also vanished, only leaving a brown coat that was barely visible. The shrinking of his legs made his height change, he was once 6’2 but that became 5’8.

“See, don’t know why you’re being such a puss bout’ it bro!” Ash started making fun of the lifeguard Twink, thinking nothing was happening, while going deeper into the water until his entire lower body & crotch was submerged. Obviously, his crotch was first. Without a surprise, it shrunk. It went from a huge, meaty and impressive 9 inch hard to a small, ridiculous and laughable 3.9 inch hard, and even more ridiculous 1.5 inch soft. His cock was the smallest out of all the lifeguards. Ash’s balls also shrunk, becoming two small grapes resting right underneath his pickle. Surprisingly, his hard-earned muscular butt also deflated, going from being large and huge to being small but really round. His new butt now looked like two small water bubbles, perfectly round, smooth but sadly small. Something that grew was his hole, though, it became bigger and larger, ready for any type of penetration.

Ash’s lower body was now transformed and fully emerged into the water, as he kept going deeper and deeper. His stomach just flattened out, while his pillowy pecs deflated like balloons, also becoming flat with his nipples becoming small, cute and very sensitive. The lifeguard was watching him, full well knowing what was going on to the arrogant jock but having no intention of rescuing him.

Ash’s entire body was into the water now except his head, which made his arms change. They shrunk, deflated and changed until they were small, skinny but defined twigs. They still somehow kept a little bit of their muscle. The hair under his armpits faded away. Ash was now really clean smelling overall except for his feet, and his butt when he farted. Ash started to look back at the twink and admire him. Of course he was straight, but he couldn’t help but stare at his big bubble butt, wishing his was this big. He even got hard looking at him. He didn’t question it though, he was in a sort of comfortable cloud, which was actually the water.

As Ash now had the body of a 19 year old twink, his head was next.

Ash dived straight into the water, completely emerging his entire body including his head. That caused it to change, first it’s shape changed completely, becoming less round than before. As the shape changed, his hair also did. It went from a buzzcut to a fluffy and cute twink teenager haircut that would be smelling of sea on summers like this one from him being in the water or the beach all day. His facial features became more boyish and cute, but also gave him a chill, relaxed and almost dumb look. What made him look even dumber was his ears, they made him look like a dumb ape or mouse. But most people would once again find it cute. His voice became more feminine and boyish, sounding like he hadn’t even hit puberty yet, even though he was 19. The last thing that changed with his body was his skin tone, he was once white.. but he quickly adopted a cute tan earned from the long days at the beach.

His memories were now changing, as his head was still underwater. Ash started to swim, even though he wasn’t that good of a swimmer before, he was now swimming like a pro. Knowledges of knowing how to dive and swim correctly flooded his mind, while other things about his personality and memories were changing.

He'd thought he had always been a homosexual twink, that worked as a lifeguard at a local beach. He had always lived in California, he even had an apartment downtown where he lived alone. He was single but didn’t want to miss any opportunities of getting his flat butt filled. All his previous memories faded into a horrible smelling fart. The fart was so smelly that even inside the water, the eggy smell could still be slightly noticed. The fart made bubbles appear inside the water, just like a jacuzzi, Ash thought. As Ash became dumber, the bubbles emitting from his eggy fart were making him giggle. His IQ landed at 70, which is just like his penis and ass, below average.

His personality started to change, The once arrogant, rude and masculine Ash draining in another horrible smelling fart, which was way longer than the previous one. As the long fart ended, Ash became obedient, chill and extremely submissive. He was 100% a bottom, and it was showing. He was ready to go with whatever others had him do, and was never in charge for anything. He was a really chill person to be with, he was really nice and kind.

New clothes started to appear while the other ones simply faded with the fart, a lifejacket and swimming shorts that showed how small he was on both the front and the back. Ash got his two little but smelly feet out of the water and walked back onto the beach, each step he was taking in the sand resulting in a horrible smelling fart sprouting out of his butt. He greeted the other twink lifeguard and sat with him on the sand. It was just another day at work for him. B.O ; 7/10 Butt size ; 4/10 Penis size ; 1.5/10 Overall looks ; 9/10