Cosplays and costumes

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-"Shit, Shit, Shit I'm Late" Andy thought as he closed his bedroom door behind him, in between his hands and safely secured in a bag was a costume he had bought from Spirit Halloween, as he toyed with the bag he cringed slightly at the name of the costume which was “Only Fans Whore”.

On the right side was an image of a pretty sexy guy that made Andy's dick hard, which reminded him of his deeply closeted sexuality.

Andy knew what Only Fans was, after all, one has to experiment and try new things in life but the costume he had bought had been under a situation of pure need and not of free choice.

-"Well it was the only thing they had" Andy thought to himself as he peeled off the packaging and laid the contents of the costume on top of his single bed.

As Andy looked at the cheap and slightly mangled costume he thought about calling it a day and staying home.

But at the same time, it was Andy's first real college party and his normally strict puritan parents had somehow approved of his attendance during lunch when he brought up the topic after answering questions about his academic performance.

Such was Andy's surprise due to their answer that he had somewhat forgotten that he hadn't purchased a costume yet, as he had originally speculated that his parent's answer would be a resounding no.

-"At least I have one now" Andy thought while smiling slightly as he had finally made up his mind, despite the pretty obscene costume not being his preferred choice as the Spirit Halloween was all but empty by the time he had gotten there and his lack of social skills or close friends he was going to go anyway, after all, what was the worse thing that could happen to him?

With new determination, Andy removed his clothes except for his underwear and started to slowly put on the costume.

-"I didn't know this was included" Andy thought as he noticed that the costume came with a very revealing rainbow thong.

-"Good thing my parents aren't home to see this…" Andy whispered to himself as he removed his underwear and placed the straps of the thong up his skinny legs, as he did he could even imagine what his parents would have said if they had caught him, especially his father.

-"No son of mine will wear that gay shit while living under my roof!" Andy said to himself in a joking manner while trying to repeat his father's tone.

Once the thong was securely in place Andy continued with the pair of provided grey joggers, next came a silver necklace that now dangled loosely from his neck, and finally a black cap that was securely placed on top of his short conservative haircut.

-"Great" Andy thought as he looked at himself in the mirror -"I look ridiculous".

The costume itself seemed to be made of good quality materials which was a surprise as Andy had paid very little for it but the main problem was that Andy knew he did not have the appropriate body for the costume.

Andy's skinny legs made the joggers look incredibly baggy and the toned muscles the model had in the packaging did not come included, which certainly didn't help the situation.

-"If only I had a better body" Andy thought as he turned around away from the mirror which made him oblivious to the changes his wish had just started.

- "I hope they don't laugh at me at the party" Andy said to himself while grabbing his wallet from his nightstand and as he did he noticed that the world around him seemed to be lower than it should be.

-"Huh that's weird" Andy pondered while feeling extremely sick, his room somehow seemed to be shaking from side to side as if an earthquake was taking place, this was then followed by the almost uncontrollable impulse to vomit which suddenly began at the base of Andy's throat.

Because of this Andy's wallet fell from his hand to the carpeted floor below as he tried to slowly move to the bathroom where he stored some miscellaneous medicine that could be useful for his sudden illness.

As Andy did so his still compact body underwent a small growth spurt of a few inches leaving him with a new height of five feet eleven, At the exact same moment Andy's body was growing upwards the muscles that covered it also grew larger in sync.

-"Oh shit!" Andy said to himself in a drowsy tone as his growing pecs crashed into the wall which made him moan slightly due to his newly grown pair of large sensitive nipples scraping sensually against the cold surface of the wall, in his mind he could see a dream of someone fondling them which made him moan again in pleasure.

Bellow said pair of man titts six bulges pushed outwards forming a toned six-pack on top of Andy's previously flat abdomen, even lower still Andy's legs developed a set of larger muscled thighs that were perfectly accentuated by the pair of grey joggers included in the costume.

-"Come on... your close enough" Andy encouraged himself while pushing his body off the wall with both of his arms which at this point were brimming with new growing muscle, especially around his biceps.

When Andy was about to reach the bathroom he almost fell over again as his glutes also grew with a mix of muscle and fat, leaving him with an enviously big and bouncy behind that changed slightly his center of gravity in combination with his new v-like upper body.

Once Andy had finally reached the bathroom he turned on the tap and splashed his face with the cold stream of water that flowed from it, as the water droplets made their way down Andy's face his facial features quickly started changing.

Blemishes and acne scars became things of the past as what can only be described as porcelain-like skin now covered every inch of Andy's face.

By the time Andy had turned off the tap he now possessed a softly masculine face that would make anyone horny, regardless of gender. This would be further reinforced as a modest beard grew slowly into place around Andy's new dick-sucking lips.

In time and as Andy's body absorbed the water it was given the dizzy and sick sensation he had felt since the start of the changes dissipated, but a new and vastly more powerful sensation took its place and clouded Andy's judgment, that sensation being none other than pure and sensual lust.

Because of this, Andy suddenly started grinding his body in a sinful manner that would have made his evangelical Christian parents scream in shock and horror, at the same time Andy's hand quickly started playing with his large pecs which only accelerated the final remaining changes.

The previously described increase in lust was also made more obvious as a heightened flow of blood directed itself towards Andy's dick which immediately gave him a growing erection that seemed to never end as inch by inch Andy's dick grew to a mouthwatering seven and a half inches.

Andy moaned once more this time with a different tone as his Adam's apple grew larger thanks to the increase of testosterone flowing through his circulatory system, this also had a secondary effect as all over Andy's body a forest of brownish hairs grew everywhere from his larger ass to his bouncy man titts.

On top of Andy's head and covered by the cap included with the costume his hair started growing and even curling itself slightly, leaving behind the conservative style Andy had been imposed since birth and giving way to a more free and natural style that better matched Andy's new body.

-"Shit I feel so good!" Andy said out loud which made him snap back into reality once he heard his new voice in action, Andy's new grey/green eyes opened up, and observed his new body in the mirror above the sink.

-"Holy fuck!" Andy said testing the range of his new voice while he touched his new imp-like sexy face -"How did... how did this happen?".

As Andy tried to search for answers he moved out of the bathroom and back towards his bedroom which had changed significantly while he was absent, a pair of weights and other related exercise gear were laid out in the corner next to Andy's bed, the walls which were previously blank without anything attached to them now displayed posters of bands and movies Andy's parents would probably disapprove of.

-"Shit... everything's changed" Andy thought as he opened his closet and cursed under his breath as he noticed that his clothes had also changed into dozens of colorful and trendy versions of their older selves, some were even a little bit revealing.

Andy who was beyond surprised at what his eyes were looking at decided to check his phone that was stored safely in his night stand.

When Andy finally opened the old night stand he was shocked yet again as he noticed that his old phone which his parents had bought him years ago was replaced by the newest generation iPhone.

As Andy grabbed the phone it immediately unlocked once it had scanned it's user's face, the majority of the apps in the phone where the same except for things like Twitter (x) and Instagram which Andy never used regularly before.

-"What the..." Andy said as he touched the Twitter (x) icon and almost immediately a metric ton of gay porn appeared suddenly on the screen. There where dicks everywhere, penetrating other sexy looking men or just dicks being stroked/sucked by some heavily muscled himbo.

Andy initially wanted to throw the phone to the floor but the gay and rebellious part of him was now free of it's old body and the strict rules that came with it.

Without much control at all Andy proceeded to move his free hand towards his still somewhat hard dick, as the loud moans of a twunk much like his new self being fucked filled the room around him, Andy increased the pace of his strokes while imagining himself being fucked.

These imagined scenarios slowly became more real as Andy now remembered distinctly being fucked by dozens of men before, he was an expert in the art of seduction and around college some people used the word "whore" to describe him, mainly the sorority girls who's boyfriends had fucked him from time to time.

-"Not my fault I'm fabulous..." Andy thought as he continued to stroke his dick under the grey joggers, his confidence was now through the roof and the oppressive rules that had reigned in/controlled his more deviant behaviors were now being eroded as the seconds passed.

When Andy finally orgasmed a thick torrent of cum that contained all of the resistance towards his new body and reality splattered the front of his joggers, with it was also part of his intelligence.

Andy's eyes rolled to the back of his sockets and a small dumb chuckle was released almost automatically by his mouth, with the afterglow of his orgasms still present Andy removed his hand from his joggers and checked his messages.

What instantly became obvious was that the new Andy was much more social as dozens of group chats and individual contacts were now displayed on the screen, one of the groups was even called "Halloween Orgy".

-"Shit the Orgy!" Andy said as he picked his previously discarded wallet from the floor and dashed out of his bedroom, as he went down through the stairs he smiled once he remembered that he was originally nervous to go to the tame party he had been invited to in his past life, but now that he was happily going to an orgy he could only smile thinking about the freedom he had gained. Yet this was just the beginning.

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Andy smiled as he watched the TikTok he had just posted, it had been almost six months since Halloween when he had been magically changed and with each passing day, Andy came to the conclusion that he didn't miss his old repressive life.

He didn't even miss his parents who actually kicked him out of the house after they had found out that all of the new things Andy had like his phone and clothes were not purchased thanks to tutoring jobs within the law faculty at college but were in fact bought through Only Fans where Any would post videos of himself being fucked for his huge audience to enjoy.

The old Andy would have been horrified by being kicked out of the house but the new Andy knew that he already was making around 10K a month and because he was currently living in a relatively cheap town it was easy to buy a home on the spot.

This whole situation also gave Andy the chance to remove himself from his prestigious college and study something he actually had a passion for which was painting, it was much easier to do when compared to memorizing dozens of law books which his simpler and slower brain couldn't manage any more even if he tried.

Still, whenever Andy wasn't posting a painting he had just made he would post pornographic images or videos of himself without any shame.

All in all the changes brought on by the cursed costume on that faithful Halloween night had been great and Andy couldn't wait for the next Halloween to come where he could be whatever he wanted to be.

But for now, he was only an "Only Fans Whore", bouncing confidently his hairy pecs for his thirsty and perverted viewers.

Shaking his ass and inserting dildos of different sizes and shapes in an attempt to subdue his hunger for a real man's cock.

And appearing in dozens of videos with other "Only Fans Whores".

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Late for the Halloween competition (And Halloween itself sadly), hope you guys like it either way 😅!

Thanks to @hardwriterdeluxe for giving me the push to write this story!

I'm also happy to announce that from this month forward I'll finish the pending stories of "The Dictionary" series as I'm in a better emotional state/place, as a second note my semester is almost over so that means more free time to continue writing!

Part One

Welcome to Superbear After Dark! A spinoff blog with stories set in the Superbear universe for mature audiences. Please be advised that this story is meant for ages 18+, is NSFW and contains explicit sexual acts. Many thanks to @everettman for helping with editing this story! Enjoy!

The apartment held onto the day's heat. Above them the ceiling fan turned in slow, creaking circles, pushing around the smell of cold takeout and old couch cushions. Nico sat cross-legged at his end of the sofa, phone lit in his hands. Colin was stretched out beside him in a washed-out henley, eyes half shut after a double shift.

"Okay, so this is either genius or a virus," Nico said, thumbing through the screen. He'd finally cancelled Prowlr after the last price hike and gone looking for a way around it. What he'd found was a cracked build somebody had reuploaded, Prowlr+, the plus sign doing a lot of heavy lifting for something this janky. "Found a whole tab that shouldn't be here. 'Body Editor.'"

Colin cracked one eye. "That a euphemism?"

"No idea." The tab wanted a photo before it would do anything. Nico assumed it was a bit, some prank feature bolted on by whoever had ripped the app apart. He didn't say that part out loud. He angled the phone toward Colin instead, silently snapping a picture.

Hey, im a 19 year old, chubby latino guy. Ive always fantasised about how it feels to be older, maybe reaching my 40s. Ive always fantasised about becoming and older guy overnight, and im working on becoming the best version of myself in the far future. I ordered a special protein shake in the mail, and its supposed to help me "achieve my goals", hopefuly it does

Apparently when that protein shake said it would help you "Achieve Your Goals Overnight" it was being very, very literal. In a night, you've skipped over twenty years of grueling work, and become the man you always wanted to be. You're a muscular, distinguished latino DILF whose got a successful career, a loving husband, and a few very cute kids who look at you like you're a superhero. It's still 2026, but now you have vague memories of being a teenager in the late nineties. It's a strange feeling, having this sensation that you've skipped all the hard work and toil and made your way to the good part, but also having memories of the hard work you had to put in, of the time you spent at the gym, dates with your husband, adopting your eldest son. It may take some time to get used to your new self… but you wouldn't trade this life for the world. And going forward, you're going to make sure you don't miss another second of it.

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Hey I found this weird baseball cap while I was on the commons at college as I was on my way to the library to study for my finals. As a 22 year old geeky guy I know this has to belong to one of those jocks but how would I look with this on? Maybe I should wear it backwards

… I have to ask, whats with people putting on strange, random pieces of clothing they found? This keeps happening, and I don't get it. Aren't you guys worried about, like, germs and stuff? I don't get why this keeps happening… and I really don't get why it keeps working! I mean, look at you! Transformed into a totaly frat boy stud! Fucking hell should I start wearing random clothes I find hanging around? Seems like the most efficient way to become a sexy jock these days

… wait, you have an extra? Well… I guess I could try it on…

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When I was on vacation there was a band that played pretty much every night and these guys were all gorgeous. Is there a way to turn me into a hot hunky rock star like them?

Turns out the band you hand spend all vacations not so secretly lusting after was looking for a new guitar player! You knew you didn't have much of a shot, since you don't know anything about music, but you just felt like you had to try. You got up on stage, started playing… and the music just flowed from you naturally as you went through an incredible transformation. Now, you're part of the band, which also turned out to be a very sexy polycule. have fun with your 3 hunky rockstar boyfriends!

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I'm a 21-year-old guy, slim, with dark hair. I recently started lifting weights… but every time my uncle sees me he says I'm not getting any better and that I'll never look like a real man like him… even though to be honest, he has the body of a hairy bear but not the muscular one I aspire to. Can you do something to stop my uncle from bothering me anymore, please?

It turns out your uncle has been up to some shady stuff. Specifically, he's been stealing your muscles, and not just the ones you've been getting recently. You're actually a fairly naturally athletic guy, but your Uncle had been draining your muscles since you hit puberty. The only reason he's a bear and not a bodybuilder is because he takes terrible care of his body. Now, the ward I send you should stop him from stealing any more of your hard earned muscle, but if you want to get what you've lost back, you'll have to use the other thing I sent you, the potion. Just drink the potion right before you touch him, and you'll be able to get back what he's stolen… sort of. See, because he's treated his body so badly, you'll end up with some of the effects, meaning you'll become a beefy bear like he is instead of a muscular jock. Luckily you should be able to work off that extra weight if you keep exercising like you have been. I hope you can get the body you want one day, and you enjoy watching your uncle go from burly to weakling

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With the world cup going on, everyone's wearing their soccer shirt. Someone forgot theirs in the locker room. Seems to be brazilian, but not from any team I know… maybe a college one?

You put on the mysterious shirt you found (Seriously what is it with people wearing found clothes?) but it didn't stay on your body for long. A Brazilian stud like you can't keep the goods hidden for too long after all! Now you're shirtless, sauntering your way through campus, heading to a party to get drunk, show off, and watch the football game with your manos from the team. have fun!

Disclaimer: The images in this one are AI ones from Instagram.

My boyfriend and I love cosplay. There’s something hot as hell about dressing up and pretending to be someone else. We’d spend whole weekends at conventions, me dressed as some lithe, twinky character, and my boyfriend would suit himself up in some hunky armour or soldier suit. We’d pose for photos all day, smiling at the camera as it captured the fantasy that we both loved. Then we’d go home and fuck like rabbits as we took our roleplay to a whole new level. But that’s where things started to come unstuck.

Vince found the box sitting on the kitchen table when he came home from class on an otherwise completely average Wednesday. There was no shipping label, only his name written across the lid in thick silver marker. Inside lay a pair of expensive-looking boxer briefs—black, tight-cut, and perfectly folded. A small card rested on top.

FOR SOMEONE WHO NEEDS TO LOOSEN UP.

He took the card in his hand, and flipped it over, but there was nothing else to give him any clue as to where the gift came from or how they ended up with his name on them at his door.

Vince snorted. It sounded like the kind of gag gift his roommate, Marcus, would leave for him. Marcus was always teasing Vince for skipping workouts, complaining about being sore, or refusing to use the gym locker room.

I yelled and shook the kid off me, red on my arm from where he bit me. Luckily for me his big brother had seen the whole thing, thanking me for keeping him from falling after he had tripped. My injury looked like little more than a surface scratch, despite a lot of blood, but the surfer dude insisted on getting alcohol and bandages. 

They turned out to be unnecessary as it seemed the blood must have come from the boy's mouth. My arm didn't have a mark on it. You'd think that would have been the end of it, but the older boy, who introduced himself as bodhi, wanted my name and address, and kept asking me to see some special doctor he knew. I just drove away, not wanting any hippie herbal treatments, and I figured that was the last I would see of them. 

I had forgotten all about the encounter, but a month later, a sudden knock startled me. Answering, I found bodhi waiting on my front porch. My sudden scowl made him step back and raise his hands. "Sorry to bother you. I tracked you down through your license plate." Considering the trouble he must have gone through to find me, I sighed and waited. When I did not invite her in, she said "My... um, lil bro. He like, startled when he started to fall and fear made him react bad to your grab." 

I nodded, hoping to speed him on his merry way. The young man flushed, then said "I know it seemed like nothing, but he really did bite you. And that was your blood." At my dubious look, he continued. "You just healed super fast. It's like the infection doesn't want to be known about" He sighed. "Like a Werewolf curse." OK, he was a nutcase, probably high on weed right now too.

“Um, right. Well, I haven't tried to chase cars, but I'll keep that in mind, OK?" I started to shut the door, only to have him persist. 

"Teddy isn't really my brother. He's my Gramps." That comment made me make a renewed effort to get him to leave. 

"Sir, I need you to leave. Please." I could see he wanted to argue, but then shook his head. 

"I'II go." I watched him return to his scrappy truck and drive away, resolving not to answer

the door to strangers for a while.  At least until it started to turn dark, Trick or Treating started at 6 PM. I stepped out to check my porch light and noticed that we had a full moon. then suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. 

I grabbed the side of the house and then staggered into the yard, expecting to throw up. As I did, my jeans cut off at my knees, the excess Dinum dropping to my ankles, making me nearly fall over. The sick feeling passed, leaving me bewildered by the sudden cool breeze on my chest, which was somehow now bare?

 I stared as I lifted each leg, easily pulling free of the pooled up fabric of my pants. Muscular, hairless legs and smooth bronze skin. They looked like they had spent countless hours in full sun. My (also tan) hands jerked up to feel a hairless chiseled face, long blonde hair hanging in my eyes, just like… "Dude." I recoiled from the deep slow voice, which I remembered from earlier that day. Turning, I saw Bodhi looking at me with a sad smile.

 "There was always a chance that you would be immune, or there wouldn't be enough change for you to notice much." He remained where he was, hands by his sides. "But it looks like you got hit full force. As far as I can tell, you are just like anyone else hit with the surf wave" I looked at my arms, biceps bigger than my head used to be and then up at the night sky.

 "Am I going to turn into a monster?" I asked, my voice cracking like I’m going through puberty. 

He shook his head beneath his green hoodie. "You aren't a werewolf. And you won't change again." That last was said with such finality that I looked back at him, puzzled. 

The surfer sighed. "Lil dude is only contagious during the full moon. He was hit with a weird variant of the wave, cursed to always be a little surfer boy instead of a young adult. None of us can figure it out.  I knew I should have kept him home, but even though he misbehaves a lot, he's never bitten anyone in all the months since he changed. Until you." 

I stared, comprehension dawning. "But that means..." He

 nodded. "Grandpas was like 80 years old, and now he’s 12 years old. His mind is that of the child too, now memories of his past life. And, I'm afraid, you will be joining him in that

too." I wanted to deny this, but even as he spoke I realized I couldn't remember half of my life. 

He held out a hand. "I'm sorry, we don’t normally transform those who don’t truly need to be something else. But at least you won't be alone, there’s a lot of us now. You, me, and the lil guy are related too it seems. And with me and him as brothers, that will at least be easier than being alone." 

I stare at his outstretched hand and then back at a house I can't even remember living in anymore. Then I slap his palm in a dab up and let him lead me toward towards the truck he shares with me. I am confused, the past fading and new stuff filling in the gaps, but not sad. Actually, I am getting excited to meet new friends I have never met before, and a lil bro. Even if he was the one who turned me into a were-surfer.

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

The entire table gulped audibly as Adrian handed them the character sheets. Even though they didn’t know about the magic, something about the sheets felt weird to them. However that feeling was quick to pass as the excitement of creating new characters took over.

Noah went first, basically vibrating as he grabbed the dice.

“Okay,” he said, grinning nervously. “I’m doing it. Full commitment. Human barbarian.”

Ethan burst out laughing immediately.

“You? A barbarian?”

“I can play against type!”

“You look like you lose fights against folding chairs.”

Noah flipped him off, but blushed slightly, looking at Adrian for the okay to start the character creation.

“Roll in order.”, Adrian nodded softly, “Strength first.”

The D20 clattered against the old wooden table, everyone’s eyes drawn to the shiny piece of plastic.

18

For a second nothing happened. And suddenly Noah inhaled sharply as he sat upright   in his chair, his posture suddenly remarkably straight.

Underneath his hoodie his shoulders shot out to the sides as meat piled onto his frame, the fabric just barely adjusting in time to not get completely shredded under the pressure of the frail nerd’s inflation. His forearms thickened, his biceps bringing the sleeves devastatingly close to breaking point, veins pushing out against his skin. His hands flexing as they grew to the size of dinner plates, powerful and manly. Then his chest expanded, pulling the fabric already struggling with his cannonball arms tightly against his enormous pecs.

The chair creaked.

“Oh my God,” Oliver whispered.

Noah lurched upward as another inch—then another—was added to his height. His knees pressed awkwardly against the underside of the table before the transformation settled. Not monstrous. Not absurd. Just overwhelmingly athletic. Broad. Powerful.

Like a heavyweight fighter hidden beneath a nerd’s clothing.

And then reality adjusted.

The others blinked.

New memories appeared, the image of tiny Noah disappearing like ice under the midday sun, the awkward ginger runt replaced with the overwhelmingly manly mountain of muscle who acted like a tiny nerd. Only Adrian retained his old memories, smiling faintly at the awkward way the towering Barbarian warrior sat there, squeezing his enormous bulk at the table and still trying and failing to take up less space than his intensely huge frame demanded.

Noah himself looked oddly surprised by his new size, carefully balling and relaxing his fists a couple of times, almost seeming unsettled by the size of his own muscles. Only the sound of Adrian’s smooth voice ripped the Barbarian-sized nerd out of his stupor.

“Dexterity.”

Noah nodded and rolled again.

8

The change was subtler this time. 

His posture and movement looked less precise, less graceful. It really appeared like the low roll on Dexterity had grounded the mountain sized geek somewhat. His posture now seemed more confident and solid, heavier even, his behaviour now showing less nervous and anxious shifting. Like someone who relied on power over grace.

A water bottle slipped from his grasp a second later.

“Jesus, dude.”, Ethan laughed, “I still can’t get over the fact that a guy that’s built like a linebacker has finally dipped his toe into playing a Barbarian after all these years. Speaking of which, are you still hellbent on getting on the football team? Coach must be getting fed up with your clumsy ass constantly trying out.” 

Noah just blushed, his ears nearly as ginger as his hair, which he now hid under a cap of the local football team. With his clumsiness he didn’t make for the best player, but he’d tried enough times to like the sport.

Adrian watched from behind his DM screen as reality settled around Noah, curiously observing the mental changes that had begun around the edges. Noah was still Noah … just more.

“Constitution.”, Adrian prompted.

Noah rolled.

The die bounced once. Twice.

19

The effects hit like a freight train this time.

Noah gasped as his frame became denser. Not bigger per se, but more sharply defined, his chest swelling against the fabric and pulling it tight against his mid section, the outline of 6 brick sized abs clearly visible. Even his neck thickened, a prominent Adam's apple pushing into existence and lowering the Barbarian’s voice from a soft tenor to a booming bass.

Even a beard forced itself into existence against his more masculine lantern jaw. Not the teenage scruff he had been able to grow before, but a thick manly beard that looked utterly right on his rugged face.

Noah looked amazing. Not delicate. Not pretty-boy handsome. Dangerously handsome. Like some mythological northern warrior accidentally dropped into a college apartment.

“Hell yeah,”, the incredibly sexy lumberjack said, once again shocking his friends with the foghorn boom of his voice, “Nineteen Con.”

The other three players just nodded. Even sitting down, Noah dominated the room physically now. His shoulders stretched the seams of his hoodie so badly he eventually peeled it off entirely, revealing a black tank top straining across an absurdly broad chest and thick, powerful arms.

The Barbarian shifted in his seat, immediately drawing attention to another result of his roll.

“Dude, can’t you wear underwear for once to DnD? Your sweatpants look ridiculous!”, Ethan complained, trying very hard not to stare at the obvious outline of what was running down his left leg. Noah just blushed, trying to make his footlong soft cock somehow less noticeable through his grey sweatpants. And failing miserably.

Like the rest of him the thing sat heavy, thick and huge off the edge of the chair, even the outline of his bull balls being faintly visible through the fabric trying to cover his crotch.

“Talk about Barbarian Constitution.”, Marcus chuckled.

“Shut up,” Noah muttered.

But he sounded more embarrassed in theory than in practice. The growing confidence from his partially locked-in stats kept blunting his old insecurity before it could fully form.

Adrian quietly watched the magic settle again.

“Keep rolling.”, he said, “Intelligence is next.”

Noah, still feeling high from the absolutely monstrous roll on Constitution, enthusiastically threw the die.

5

The change was immediate.

Noah blinked.

Then blinked again.

The sharpness behind his eyes dulled and he relaxed in his seat. The constant anxious overprocessing vanished instantly as his racing thoughts slowed to a crawl. Adrian just grinned. A Barbarian wasn’t meant to be smart after all. He already had the overwhelming physicality, he didn’t need to think too much.

His posture spread wider in the chair.

Heavy.

Certain.

He looked at his friends with a relaxed and easy smile, confident despite his reduced intelligence.

“Dude, you’re literally playing yourself. Huge in body, but not the brightest bulb.”, Ethan chuckled at his simple friend. Noah just grinned in return and threw up his enormous cannonball biceps in a flex. Reality had settled seamlessly around the giant himbo.

Adrian cleared his throat and nodded towards the dice. “Let’s roll Wisdom next.”

Noah rolled.

6

The effect was subtler but somehow more unsettling.

Noah’s eyes softened immediately.

Not weaker physically—far from it—but more suggestible. More trusting. More willing to follow stronger personalities without questioning them deeply. Especially Adrian. Adrian noticed it at once. So did Ethan.

“Earth to Barbarian,” Ethan muttered. “You’re looking at Adrian weirdly again.”

Noah frowned faintly.

“Huh?”

“You keep waiting for him to talk before doing stuff.”

Noah opened his mouth.

Paused.

Then shrugged.

“Guess he’s the DM.”

Simple.

Logical.

Final.

The room laughed.

Only Adrian understood how profound the shift really was.

Noah’s independent critical resistance had just permanently collapsed. Not mindless obedience. Just reduced willpower. Reduced need to question. The barbarian archetype was crystallizing perfectly. While always physically in charge, he liked for others to take the lead, make suggestions and tell him what to do.

And there was still one stat left.

Charisma.

Adrian folded his hands together behind the DM screen and smiled faintly.

“Last roll.”

Noah rolled the die.

It spun across the wood.

Stopped.

15

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Noah smiled and the entire atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. Not magically glowing. Not supernatural mind control. Just… overwhelming presence.

His posture straightened subtly, massive shoulders rolling back with effortless confidence while his expression relaxed into an easy, rugged charm that looked absurdly natural on him. The lazy grin beneath his copper stubble suddenly carried weight behind it. Warmth. Magnetism.

His face redefined itself, becoming even more devastatingly handsome, manly, rugged. Like his entire look had been designed by someone who wanted to show what copious amounts of testosterone would do to a handsome man’s face.

And reality adapted around him. To the rest of the table Noah had always been overwhelmingly charismatic. He could say the most stupid shit and people would still laugh with him, his entire personality just becoming comfort food, easygoing and welcoming, while never losing the raw sex appeal that made people want to suck his cock or get impaled on his meat hammer within 5 minutes of meeting him.

“Guess I’m just charismatic.”, the massive ginger chuckled dumbly.

The line should have sounded ridiculous.

Instead, all three of them laughed immediately.

Even Adrian almost smiled for real.

The magic settled completely.

The transformation finalized.

Noah Tanner—the nervous valedictorian, comic-shop employee, chronic overthinker—was gone.

Or rather…

Reality now insisted he had never existed in that form at all.

Instead, Noah had always been this. A towering, massively muscular ginger barbarian of a man with movie-star ruggedness, absurd stamina, effortless charm, and the simple confidence of someone who had never spent much time doubting himself. A beautiful brute with long wavy copper hair, heavy stubble, broad hands, thick muscle-packed limbs, and a mind optimized less for critical analysis and more for instinct, confidence, and immediate physical certainty.

And according to everyone’s rewritten memories? He had always been the heart of the group. The guy strangers flirted with constantly. The one who won arguments through sheer presence instead of logic. The one who solved problems by kicking doors open.

Noah himself looked down at the completed character sheet and grinned proudly.

“Damn,” he rumbled. “This dude rules.”

“Our resident himbo literally plays himself.”, Ethan rolled his eyes. “Massive super stud football player, massive super stud barbarian. Tomato, tomato.”

“Still taller than you.”, Noah countered and the room burst out laughing.

And Adrian quietly watched the rewritten world stabilize around the completed barbarian.

One player down.

Three to go.

The grimoire beneath the table pulsed warmly against his knee.

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Tumblr yoinked the first post of this, but holy fuck I loved writing this story so much that I refuse to let it die. Here’s one with more toned down pics lol

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Coach Martin was scouring the university gym’s locker room for any kind of fresh talent. He had been coach of the university wrestling team for a while, but after several mediocre seasons, declining viewership, and general loss of interest, the school was thinking about cutting the budget for his team for the next fiscal year. He’d gotten used to this sort of thing happening to the liberal arts departments, but at his large, notoriously ‘party school’ university, athletics were always the highest financial priority! Coach Martin knew he couldn’t let that happen. No, not after all of the years he spent building up the team.

He knew there were plenty of talented bodies in the gym, but rarely anyone with the willingness to sign up for the team. ‘I don’t have the time,’ ‘My schedule is too tight,’ ‘Sorry, my studies come first;’ these were all the common lines Coach Martin heard from those he asked. Never mind that he knew for a fact that these boys were out every night drinking and partying every weekend, getting their dick wet at every opportunity. He couldn’t really blame them, after all it is a college. But sure, ‘scheduling conflicts,’ let’s go with that excuse. Anyways, it didn’t matter anymore. Coach Martin had his own ways of dealing with his predicament, and they began with finding a worthy candidate’s clothing.

He searched through lockers, flipping open wallets and checking IDs, hoping to find any kind of viable candidate for his plight. Older faculty members, soft/grungy liberal arts majors, exchange students, lab assistants… He searched and searched but was disappointed by the IDs he found. He passed by one of the rows of lockers and was nearly stopped in his tracks by the tangy bouquet emanating from one of the metal boxes. He took a few steps backwards and could immediately tell which locker the odor belonged to. Even before he opened it, he could smell the intoxicating stench wafting out.

He opened it quickly and his sense of smell was blitzed. A heavy, mixed stench of body odor, cologne, and sex poured out of the locker, a hefty gym bag being the only occupant. He didn’t want to get too confident, but Coach Martin was pretty sure he’d found his candidate.

He opened the bag, huffing out laughter as he was further assaulted by the rank smell that puffed out, and fished around for any kind of ID. He found a thin, dark leather wallet and flipped it open, producing the university’s familiar student ID card: Jabari Jefferson was the name printed underneath with a smiling picture of a thick-necked student over it, emblazoned by a holographic stamp of the university’s crest. Not only did he look like a natural athlete with enough confidence to actually smile in his picture—so many of these jocks thought a smile was a sign of weakness—but he had a certain.. something about him.

You ever see those kinds of people who look like they would be the natural life of the party? People who, just from first impression, looked like everyone would either want to be with them or want to be them? How about people who—for whatever reason you call it—look like they’re the type of person who could fuck your right? Just really use any tools at their disposal—mouth, lips, chest, cock, ass, thighs, feet, take your pick—to make sure you walk away feeling like their trophy spouse? That, Coach Martin thought, was the exact vibe he got from Mr. Jabari Jefferson. He checked all of Coach Martin’s boxes and more.

He opened his phone and went into the school staff’s student directory to look him up. After flipping through the expansive list of students by the last name ‘Jefferson,’ until he landed on his guy. Jabari’s smiling picture looked back up at him, and Coach Martin’s knees went weak simply imagining Jabari giving him a slight wink. He was from way out of state, practically across the country, he was freshly 21, he was a social work major… So he didn’t have any immediate family around, he was young and exceptionally fit, and he had a compassionate and empathetic demeanor… Check, check, check. He was, in every way, a perfect fit! ‘Bingo,’ Coach Martin thought, a chill of excitement spreading through his body from his chest.

Coach Martin prayed to anyone that was listening that he could find something to take with him, anything. He knew by the smell that there had to be something in there that fit the job, he just needed to find it. He fished around in the bag some more for anything he could take with him, anything that wouldn’t be immediately noticeable as missing. His eyes landed on it—well, actually his hand landed on it first—and his nose identified it as one of the sources, if not the source, of the smell. Coach Martin grinned and lifted a dirty jock strap out of the bag.

He passed it between his hands a few times, its fabric feeling a tad moist from the last time it was used, and reeking of sweat. He looked into the pouch where its user’s dick would go—where Jabari’s dick would go, noting that it was a sizable pouch indeed—and saw that there was something wet still there. He looked closer and saw that it was limpid and thick, so he reached inside to feel it, half expecting it to be what he thought it was. As soon as his finger touched it and felt the webby, sticky, tacky substance between his fingers, his suspicions were confirmed—it was pre.

Coach Martin couldn’t help himself, he knew he needed a taste, just a tiny taste. He knew he’d have innumerable chances to taste it later, but he was caught up in the moment. He brought it to his face, inhaled deeply, and quickly stuck his tongue out to sample his finding.

His shorts, which were already massively tented, now had a dark spot blooming near the tip of his cock, and he knew that he should just leave before blowing his load in the locker room. No, there would be plenty of load-blowing later. He stuffed the jock strap in his pocket, rushed to his office to gather his hat and keys, and hurried out to his car, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder in such a way that it obscured the front of his torso, hiding the bouncing stiffy in his gym shorts.