The Underground

(Not my story but was deleted so I’m reposting it)
A mixture of a sunny shinning morning and a windy weather afternoon, a perfect day to pump iron. Well not for Danny Fenton though.

Of course aside from my ghostly half with supernatural, and superman powers, being a teenager, fighting with raging hormones and lack of muscle, it is torture compared to ghost fighting with Vlad every week. Not that the high school bullies ever gave me any break.

“Why didn’t I become sick today?” Sighing as I leaned against the wall of the restroom, raven black hair pressed against the cold hard tiles.

“Sam and Tucker are both absent from school today for whatever reason. Even Valerie’s off doing her dad knows what? Can this just get worse?” Knowing Casper high, misfortune is just around the corner. As the male bathroom doors swing open, revealing my blonde haired ‘friend’ who just loves to pick on me.

“Hey Fenton! It’s Friday! Do you know why it’s so special?” I didn’t need to finish the sentence before he began to pick me up and--. “It’s also…ROYAL FLUSH DAY!” Saying in a very mocking way, he shoved me into the nearest toilet bowl, filled with a mixture of chlorine and…well…water, thank god it was clean…

Too bad being drenched doesn’t allow you to go to class, Lancer’s rules.

“I hope you are ready for part 2 dweeb” He chuckled as the jock swaggered out of the restroom, probably to Football practice, knowing Amity High’s obsession with football season, though every school’s probably the sa—My ghost sense set off, not surprising really, counting the number of ghosts I’ve fought in the week…RING RING RING!

“Damn, I don’t have time for ghosts picking around from the corner….Going Ghost…” loops of circles materialised, and faded away, disappear as I sighed ,spinning around and phased through the walls of the restroom, turning into my grey haired form, with less drenched, black attire. Looking for the pesky ghost in the locker room as I—see Dash hanging out happily when the rest of the team, all of them chuckling as they gave each other hi-fives before setting off to the shower, almost as if they were a happily family….Crap.

“Crap! If only he knows how it feels like to be me! Why can’t I just be the dumb jock who’s blessed with genetics, non-ghost obsessed parents, and easily get the popular girls to be attracted to you and not your ghost half while he gets the shit and wonders of my life! Ha, I wish!” 


~Y*** **sh **s *ee* Gra****~

“What’s that?” I spun around and entered the neighbouring locker room next to me. “No Ghost?” It’s seriously strange, one moment my ghost senses were tingling like a wildfire…like it always does of course. The next moment, poof, the ghost’s gone, as though they just entered through a ghost portal back to their world.


“If its Point Dexter, you aren’t doing a good job protecting me from the bullies of Amity High.” I sighed, remembering the ghost’s last attempt of sealing me into his ‘world’ of a high school. And what’s worse is that he helped the school jocks in football. “That level of irony was beyond comprehension.” Great, I’m beginning to sound like Vlad.

RING RING RING! Great…I’m going to be late for lesson again…aren’t I? This almost always happens everyday thanks to either ghosts, or Dash. Well, I can’t go to class as Danny Phantom, or to class in drenched toilet water attire. I have to borrow someone else’s’ clothes…but who?

I’ve first checked Tucker’s locker, it’s empty, no surprise there. No way am I checking Sam’s or Valerie’s attire, I may be desperate but not THAT desperate. I glanced around the locker room, hoping to find some clean clothes left behind by their owner in the shower…Oh? Just my luck, one of the jocks left their attire behind.

I went back to becoming Danny Fenton as the loops of circles materialised, and faded away, disappearing once more as I picked up the attire. “Property of dash…” Wow, great, the guy labels his clothes. Wait? No way am I wearing his ones! Of anyone, he’s probably the last guy I’d turn to for anything, much less attire- RING RING RING!

“Great…I’ll probably suffer more afterschool.” With no choice remaining, I picked up the jock wear, consisting of a red & white Leatherman’s jacket, blue jeans, L sized- black undershirt and white sneakers with clean high-kneed socks going with it (Forgot that he’s also captain of the soccer team)…and eww, Dash’s underwear, I remember that time when I had to ea—Yuck! Better not jinx it.I proceeded to get myself undressed quietly as I observed my surroundings carefully, would be in deep trouble if someone caught me doing this.

I fished for a nearby towel…Yuck, smells like cologne. “Can’t be helped” I groaned as I dried myself from the wet wonderland I’ve just experienced. I picked up dash’s large pair of silky “shorts” as I wore them, slightly surprised by the cleanliness of the undergarments…besides some minor patches around my groin area.

I continued to wear the undershirt over my bare-skin, feeling the smooth and silky texture as it caressed my upper-torso, the high quality material was to be expected, and after all, Dash’s parents are rich, maybe about Sam’s standard of wealth. Pulling up the new pair of jeans up my knees, noticing a small designer logo imprinted around the butt.

I completed the final touches of my…borrowed attire, hey he probably has spares anyway, knowing how athletes are always prepared in case of bad weather. Placing on the Leatherman’s jacket proudly as though I’m one of the football members of the team, while pulling up the high-knee socks after slipping on the polished sneakers, perfect for a soccer player.

Now the only thing left is to find a place to toss my drenched clothes. I thought of an idea, “I’ll just toss these clothes back into my locker…no bad idea, I didn’t bring the key today.” Continued thinking for about 10 seconds and… I gave up, slamming my forehead as I ran out of options, I’m going to be late if I keep on pondering around. “Maybe it’s better to just throw them in the trash, they were my old pair anyway.” I nodded in approval to no one in particular as I tossed my clothes to a nearby trash can.

~Not even considering once it was much easier to “Go Ghost” and just toss the clothes into his locker.~

I made a run to Mr Lancer’s class, good thing with this lightweight fabric, it felt like it was a breeze reaching there even without Gho—“Well done Mr fenton, you’ve arrived late, again.” Lancer crossed his arms and stared at me. Great, still late. “And what’s with the change in attire?” Shit! Got to think of something quick!

“Oh uhh, the football team said that they were looking for reserves and I’ve applied to be on the list earlier today…and umm succeeded in it. Though since I’m not needed at the moment, I decided to come to class to see my favourite teacher!” Words coming out of my mouth as though they were natural, I rubbed the back of my head as I gave Lancer toothy grin.

“… Very well then, please do take a sit next to Mrs Paulina in the second row…although try to be punctual next lesson alright?” He turned back facing the chalkboard and continued writing down notes that everyone seemed to be concentrated on…well they were. Everyone’s eyes were basically trailing towards me as I walked over to Paulina, though they were more of an admiring than judgemental way like they always would do.

I sat down quietly next to Paulina, even I caught her attenti—Wait? Paulina? I’m sitting next to Paulina? I shook my head as I looked to the right, it really is her, I’m sitting next to my crush who’s also basically looking back at me, and smiling as well. I smiled back of course, wouldn’t want to pass off this opportunity.

“So Danny…you’re now a member of the football team aren’t you?” She asked me seductively, oh that beautiful voice of hers was hard to bear. “Yeah I am…though on reserves.” Realising the last word may just blow my chances with the girl of my dreams, I could only—

“It’s not even easy to become a reserve though, I’ve heard the coach’s very picky on who gets to be on the team, even the reserves are considered to be top-notch.” She replied as her arm began to trail down to my left arm, rolling up the Leatherman’s sleeves, revealing my bare skin…though seemingly more muscular than I can recall.

“Hey Danny…you’ve been working out…” Paulina clutched and felt my muscles sticking out of the jacket sleeves, sensation and arousal began pumping through my veins as my biceps began to grow huger and huger, with squeeze as the sensation is sent throughout my entire body. Continuing with my other arm as triceps hardened, granting me arms of steel.

As time begins to fly by, tick tock…tick tock…, Paulina continued to feel and embrace my arms, unknowingly, growing bigger and taller every minute. Tick Tock…legs lengthening, arms expanding, height increasing by an inch every second, until it reaches a perfect 6.2ft, perfect for a guy who’s been playing sports his whole life, including basketball so that he becomes tall and hot when he’s sixteen.

Tick tock…Tick Tock, pecs beginning to inflate to the rhythm like a balloon being pumped, more and more as the long clock-hand begins to tick…and tock, Larger. Tick…Tock…, Huger. Tick…And Meatier, until they bulge, good and strong, on the edges of the undershirt. Followed by--

RING RING RING!


“Class Dismissed” Lancer announced as he made his way out of the room, as though he’s in a hurry to a meeting. The students all followed in pursuit…except for—“Danny, I enjoyed the time we’ve spent in this lesson, see you later~” Paulina gave me a flirty wink as she travelled of with the rest of the students, hips swaying side by side like a hypnotic trance made by an Anaconda.

“Damn…” I smiled, gosh this is a good day for me, and I was thinking how sad it would be without my friends Sam and tucker….Sam and tucker? I better go check on them.

I reached for the left-pocket in my jeans and snagged my cell phone, opening up and—Wait? This is not my cell phone, its dash’s. I concluded after scrolling through the phone list, only containing numbers of the popular crew, Kwan, Star, Paulina… .I blushed, that Hispanic teen was so into me just now, she never chatted with me unless its projects, but here we have her admiring me like some kind of vixen just cause I joined the footba—

I joined the football team? No, I just lied, lied to everyone in the classroom…even myself, I even convinced myself I was a member of the football team…a reserve at the very least, Paulina said it wasn’t easy to be a reserve…damn, what have I done?

I quickly dialled Sam’s number, hopefully she would think of a solution to save me from this, other than scolding me for being an idiot for stealing Dash’s clothes…though they’re kind of cool I admit it…no wonder jocks really enjoy wearing—No! It’s not the time to think…I need to call Sam…her number is….her number is…SHIT! Never mind, Tucker’s number…his number is…WHAT THE HELL? Why can’t I remember my best friends’ number?

~What makes you beautiful~ Oh~ Oh~

Dash’s phone’s ringing, playing one of one direction’s hit singles…I’ve gotta admit, it’s kind of catchy. Instinctively, I picked up the cell phone and placed it to my right ear, giving the caller a firm “Hello!” As though I’ve always done it that way.

“Hey? Is this Danny?” It’s Kwan, Dash’s Best friend and Backup quarterback. “Hey man where are you?” He asked, Danny felt shivers down his spine as he realised the trouble he is in, Kwan, Dash’s BF, knows that I have the quarterbacks’ phone.

“I’m uhh…down sick in the nurse’s office *cough* *cough* “Trying to act out a scenario, attempting to fool the already dumb jock, although Kwan isn’t as gullible as he seems, as I stepped out of Lancer’s class, there stood the muscular Asian, looking at me with a deep glare…though he isn’t as tall as I saw him this morning…or that I’ve hit puberty out of the blue.

“Dude! You can’t lie to me! No team member can escape practice!” Kwan grasped my right shoulder and began dragging me down the hall, easily pulling me despite my newly developed muscles “And you were so excited in joining the team this morning!” He exclaimed, with a tint of shock and sadness, but not out of anger.

“Huh?” I thought to myself, “Did I really join the team this morning?” Fuck, I’ve got a headache. “Was I really into football? Did I really join the team this morning? Wasn’t it a li—“Screw this, I’m going to ask him myself.

“Kwan!” I shoved off his meaty palm and confronted him. “Did I really made it to the football team?” Feeling of excitement, newness, and happiness were aroused in my stomach, as though this was something I really wanted all my life, throughout the years of high school.

“Yeah Dude…didn’t you remember? I’ve even gave you my cell phone number…We’ve gave you our cell phone number! We really liked your devotion to the game, so why are you chickening out?” We?...Oh yeah, the three of them were really impressed by my growth and I…I really made it!

“OH MY GOD! I DID IT!” Happiness began to pulsate out of my developing body, memories of joining the football team, learning all about sports, playing them until I’ve managed to get in with the three of them…it was the only thing that mattered, wasn’t it? Years of hard-core training paid off…
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As new thoughts and ideas began flowing into his now manlier, but shrinking brain, decreasing in ecto energy and intelligence, but rising in popularity equivalent a sports star. His body continued to develop, abs hardening and refining until a sturdy six pack topping of his muscular build.

Neck widening, strengthening as it fills out the collar of his shirt. Legs expanding in muscle besides length, pushing out against the expensive fabric of the designer jeans. Feet thickening and widening, growing into a size 13, developed from miles of running, training for the football season.
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“Dude! Sorry man! I completely forgot about it!” I chuckled as I arm-hugged the Asian, his face turning into a more amused than angry one. “Haha! No sweat it man, stuff like this always happens to the best of us!” Kwan replied by returning the arm hug, as we continued to walk down the hall, comfortably but dominantly, as though we’re the kings of the school.

What the shit am I saying? The Baxter family are always pro footballers, it runs in the blood. Who flunking cares about failing everything other than sports…and probably art sometimes, I’m excelling in where I want to go and do in the future, and plus my parents’ aren’t hard-on academics, that’s probably Fenton’s influence trying to get to me…Wait? Fenton?

“I’ll be right back bro, you go onto class without me.” Staring dumbly at me as though he didn’t catch a word I’ve said earlier, Heh, that dumb fuck. I left and made my way towards the restroom. It’s that time of the week again, a Friday, and the day I give that loser the royal flush. He knows he’s got nowhere to hide.

“Where’s Fenton?” I clenched my fists, I’ve been waiting for this the whole day…Where the heck is--

Just my luck, the shrimp has arrived.

“Danny!” He called over to me as he shouted in a variety of cuss words, wow Fenton really can swear like a sailor.

“You have to change us back! You’ll have to say the magic words before it’s too late!” He replied panicky but angrily, Godamn is Fenton hitting puberty? Well he always had his blonde…raven…yeah raven messy hair of his! And he was always this small.

Hair tone brightening up with my newly radiant features to a sunny yellow, as it begins to PUSH backwards, giving me a nicely combed, short, neat hair that brings out ME. Awesome. Ego blowing up to new proportions to match my all-American structure. Confidence arousing all over my body as any fear…well I’m afraid of ghosts but…NO! I’m Da…Da…Baxter! Mr Baxter! The Manliest teen in school, and probably in the world!

Muscles begin to twitch and are filled up with this remaining pounds of protein, giving the perfection of my body as though I’ve been working out all my life. Final touches of German features enhancing my already irresistible face, heh, I’m that cool aren’t I? It runs in the veins of the Baxter family! My squared jaw giving me essence of my manhood as testosterone boils throughout my body. Blue eyes sealing my fate, to my tiny brain and—Hey! Who the hell said my brain was tiny?

I really want to punch the living shit out of the dweeb in front of me, and shut his annoying voice up. But…But…why do I feel like I’m losing myself? It’s always been this way. Hasn’t it? “Look! You have to Go-Ghost! If not we are stuck like this forever!” Fenton shouted at me…although…he’s actually making sense…fuck my brain hurts.

“DAN…DA…DASH! YOU’VE GOT TO GO GHOST! HURRY UP!” He stuttered, I’m Da…Dash aren’t I? I’m Dash Baxter…I’m Dash Baxter…I’m the captain of the sports teams…Best friends with Kwan…it has always been this way…hasn’t it? The only interests I have…are for sports…hanging out with the popular chicks…and…AND BEATING UP WEAKLINGS LIKE FENTON!

“DASH GO GHOST!”

I’m….I’M…I’M….GOING...G....G....

I’M GOING GJOCK!

I punched and shoved the F**KING dweeb into the toilet bowl, who the hell was he to tell me what to do? I’m DASH FRICKING BAXTER, the captain of every sports team in Amity High. The man who all the women adore and dream to BANG with, not like any of them stood the chance. Except probably Paulina, that chick’s hot.

“Ugh” Fenton cried out, he’s not all ‘tough’-looking anymore is he? Trying to talk to the King of the school with ‘confidence’. “Hahaha” I laughed, what a try hard, he can never out-man me and if he ever tries to ‘show off’, he’ll get another whooping. It’s always been this way, I’m the bully, and he’s the dork that gets beat up for being a…dork! It’s always and has been this way!

“~Your wish has been Granted~” Quoted and Sealed, by Desiree

The Underground can very much help you but we can’t just rush into things. If you want to be manly, more adventurous you should at least be respectful.

Oh don’t give me the “Oh but sir, I was respectful I called you master” shit. I’m not talking about being respectful to me, although you should. I’m talking about respecting the bikers, the motorcycles and the leather jackets. Being a biker is more than a lifestyle it’s a culture in itself. There’s a history to how the biker we envision today came to be. I won’t explain the complete history but at least take the time to appreciate and learn the history of the iconic leather biker jacket. 

The leather jacket itself has become a fashion icon that has very masculine quality to them that exudes power and coolness but did you know the original company behind the iconic biker design started manufacturing these awesome jackets in 1913. Or the fact that leather jackets were used very heavily by the military during World War 2. Not to mention we owe a thanks to great legends like Marlon Brando and that old Brit David Beckham for populating the leather jacket fashion. If they didn’t they wouldn’t be the timeless badass fashion trend they are today.

Now that you learned some history you ready for your own? You ready to respect the leather and biker lifestyle? You are? Just be warned, if you don’t I’ll make you regret your disrespect and trap you as this leather jacket.

I say as I hold a huge leather jacket for you to wear. You nod and slip your hands in the sleeves. The jacket hangs loosely on you as you feel the heavy heft of the jacket and feel the rich smooth leather material. Your body starting to swell larger. Your hair lightens and your chin starts to feel itchy as you grow a nice bushy beard and your moustache fills out some more. Your nose broadens as you feel your dick grow two inches longer to be a larger than average six inch stick. You stand up more straight as you notice you know stand at a respectable 6′2. The jacket now fits perfectly on your body and I hand you some shades to go with your new look

Keep in mind what we talked about today alright? The moment you loose sight of what it means to be a biker and a man, you’ll be absorbed into the jacket for another man to use. Now with that enjoy your new adventures.

Sorry for keeping you waiting but as many of you guys may now I've been busy with my personal life and don't post that frequently. However, I have an inkling that many of you have realized that when I do post it's something special.

Now I do recall this undeserving fan you speak of, almost forgot about him but then again someone who doesn't know an once of respect deserves to be forgotten. Even though it has taken me longer then expected to fulfill your request, I do hope you can forgive me.

You see the problem isn't just a lack of time but often a lack of idea. Here at TheUnderground I strive to make each transformation unique and exciting and sometimes arousing. That's why I don't write often. Writing transformation stories can be very easy, especially for the tf community. Start with small nerdy person find an item or clothes that makes them grow into a big sexy stud or maybe a bodyswap or possession but I don't want to reuse the same transformation methods and ideas too often which is why my gift to you is a spell that has been modified into a curse of some sort.

Now don't worry the curse is nothing too bad, no need to be a pansy, the curse will give you what you desire, John Cena's big hot manly body. Well as long as you do as promised. You'll get free reign over that body and can claim it as your own but the catch is that you probably shouldn't have sex too much. You see, the curse takes in affect immediately and puts a slow ticking time limit. Once your time is up, you'll return back to whatever form you had before taking the mantel of John Cena. You have about a month's worth of time so should be plenty for you to act, wrestle, show off, and do what ever you fucking desire but if you ever feel aroused or have sex or make out, your time ticks faster.

Now you may feel like this is unfair but it's not. Just a fair trade since you said you'll be my loyal servant if I helped you out. So all you need to do is please me and swallow my cum to refill your time limit but as you know I'm not a man that enjoys the same old same old. Better get some new tricks from time to time Johnny boi.

But for now, enjoy those huge biceps and pecs, and don't forget your days are starting to count down right........about...........now.

*Rip*

Oh yeah sorry for not telling you that you'd hulk out of your old small clothes. You can borrow some clothes that’ll fit the new you from my non transformational selection.

Best of luck,

Move out of the way Beckham, you old aging Brit, there’s a new man in charge and that’s me! 

Call me Master Lupo. I’m the new alpha man in town and I plan to make myself at home. First order is to update you guys. Life has been busy for me so I don’t keep to a posting schedule but I’ll see if I have some time to make new stories or help out some of you guys with your requests. I’ll even revisit some of the asks still in my inbox but even so, do send more asks or PHTs or Would you Rathers in my inbox. Hell ask me any questions you like even personal and I’l see if I’m down to answer them. Oh yeah, you can damn well expect some more Forgotten Tales on top of any asks or stories I end up writing.

Who knows maybe if you guys love me as master, I just might make this my permanent home but for now, I got some shit to take care.

Sincerely,

It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these but here’s another story/rp idea that you mates could use or be inspired by. I call it SEG. SEG is an acronym for Society of Elite Gentlemen. The idea is revolves around a pair or group of people and one of them receives a fancy invitation to join SEG. SEG is supposed to sound like a fancy preppy British gentlemen club but actually be a club for the modern alpha men. The invitation and club would have events like a yacht party, horse racing fashion and etiquette lessons that sound preppy, rich and stuck up but actually mean a yacht party with hookers, alcohol, and loud party music, racing the fastest race cars available (horse comes from horse power) and teaching men to dress and act like an alpha men. Basically the people who didn’t get the invitation would tease and make fun of the one who did for wanting to go to a British gentlemen club without anyone realizing the truth. The person who was invited would attend and be transformed into a big amazing alpha and the others who teased him would be in shocked.

The main draw of this idea to me is the deception of what people would assume to be a preppy stuck up kind of club and group of men, being revealed to be the most influential, alpha, powerful group of modern men that many of the tf community dream of.

That being said, I am aware of the fact that turning into a preppy rich British gentlemen could be a fantasy for many of you guys so you are welcome to use SEG o play out your fantasies. I just am here to explain the idea I had in mind and to inspire my readers and writers.  

Merry Christmas to all! This is my story for @cinaedefuri2 as part of the 5th annual story exchange. I had a blast coming up with this story based on your prompt and it is unlike what I usually write about but I do hope you enjoy. I tried my best to find a nice balance between story telling and a satisfying transformation description. Enjoy the story.                            From Master Beckham

Place: Unknown, Date: Unknown, Time: Unknown

“Why would you betray your friends, John?”

“A deal is a deal”

“You must be very desperate my friend”

“Yeah I am mate”

Some days later at the Justice League’s main headquarters. A few heroes watching the news on one of the many monitors in the main room

“Breaking news! Our gracious team of superheroes have saved the day again. The Justice league took action quickly and helped subdue the mysterious bomber who attacked the metro city subway. Here is Wonder Woman here with a few words about the victory”

Slam!

“It’s so frustrating that I have to just sit here instead of helping!” *Superman growls in anger.

“I know you’re frustrated Kal but we can’t risk many of you guys going missing. You know that the bomber has abducted some of the best of us” sympathized Supergirl.

“All of which are men. We all don't like sitting around Superman but with Aquaman, The Flash, and John Constantine’s disappearance we can’t risk losing more of us. Besides, imagine the panic that will happen if our number dwindles too much and the public notices.” *Olivier reasons.

“Yeah you guys are right but I just wish we could capture this bomber and rescue our friends” Superman says. 

“The best we can do is just monitor the world for criminal activities and train so we’re prepared for anything. Superman, guys I know this is hard for  you to sit out but our best bet in catching this bomber is with planning and figuring out how he manages to abduct the others. Only then can we safely use you guys as bait and lure this bomber in our trap.” Sara Lance explains. “For now I think Oliver is right, lets have Superman, Hawkguy and Hawk girl circle the earth and do surveillance with Ray and I monitoring from here while the rest trains and are on standby” 

“Got it. If anyone needs me I’ll be in Star City at my headquarter training” Oliver announces before leaving. After that the remaining members split up and head to their positions and training.

Later that day at the Green Arrow’s base in Star City.

Olivier sighs as he takes off his shirt and grabs a hold of one of his bows and quivers and heads to the shooting range. He understands how Superman feels. He too is eager to go out and save people and even more, bring justice to this bomber terrorizing the public. He wants to save his friends, to prove that he is capable too. Ever since Superheroes like the kryptonians have become popular, regular capable people like him and Batman are outshined. Often forgotten or not even given the time of day. To say he’s a bit jealous is an understatement but Oliver doesn’t blame or hate the kryptonians, in fact he loves being their friends and teammates but he does wish there was more he can do to please and prove to others. Oliver tries to shoot some of the targets but his aim is off and he misses most of his shots. He then sighs and shakes his head.

“Maybe the salmon ladder will clear my head”. He says to what he thinks is an empty room. Unbeknownst to Oliver an intruder had snuck into his hideout without his knowledge. 

*Clang*

*Clang*

*Clang*

Oliver climbs up and down the ladder and begins to sweat as he gets in the zone. The loud rhythmic clangs of metal on metal drowning out the steps that otherwise would have indicated an intruder. The intruder watches as he puts on his gas mask and quietly releases a smoke bomb and rolls it towards the oblivious Oliver as a light gas pours out of the bomb and fills the air. As Olivier breathes in the gas his body begins to change. First to change is his pecs. The lean abs and pecs swell larger and become more plump than firm. His already flexible body becomes more and more limber and aerodynamic as he manages to reach the top of the ladder but soon stops. He hangs for a moment as he realizes something is wrong as a wave of euphoric horniness washes over him and he can’t hold in a moan. The moan is loud and long as his ass inflates into two plump juicy cheeks the size of melons. 

“I need to sit down and rest and figure out what’s going on” Oliver says but instead of dropping down he instinctively starts to expertly swing and twist himself on the pole and takes a seat on top of the metal bar. His new plump inflated ass basically engulfing the bar as he sits, although Oliver can’t seem to find a comfy way to sit and ends up seductively grinding his crotch against the metal bar. 

“Having fun there mate?” A familiar gruff British voice asks.

“Yes daddy” Oliver purrs as he grabs one side of the ladder and slowly tries to expertly slide down like a pro stripper. His movement slowed a bit by the levels of the ladder but that doesn’t stop the new himbo pole dancer from making his descend any less sexual. Even going as far as to lick the pole as his lips grow bigger and fuller.

“Good now it’s time to go mate”

“Not so fast mysterious bomber” A voice cries out as White Canary, Batman, and Wonder Woman appear in the bunker ready for battle. 

“Bloody hell. Quicky distract them!” The mysterious bomber exclaims and soon a blinding red blur speeds in and starts to suck Batman’s average sized cock off, and finger and please the female superheroes. Waves of pleasure flood the Justice League members and they can’t help but moan and cum way faster than they normally do. During this distraction the himbo bomber takes the new Oliver and makes his escape. Once they have fled a safe distance, Quicky disappears in a red blur just as he came.

“Fuck who the hell was that?” Wonder Woman asks.

“That's what I would like to know. Almost as much as who violated and sucked me off” grows Batman. 

“The bomber is getting more bold……..I swear his voice sounds familiar though. I just can’t place it at the moment. I know that raspy British voice somewhere” Sara contemplates.

“Either way we need to head back to base and regroup and plan our next move and increasing security wouldn’t be a bad idea too” Batman says and the group heads back. 

Hours later at the base, the Justice league members gather in a meeting to discuss the next plan and the intel they recently got but a few members were told to stay at their post. Specifically the Elongated man, Behrad and Citizen Steel who were told to guard the Waverider just in case Rory had any idea of using the time ship to rob any historic time periods and members like Robin, Killer Frost and Supergirl were also told to keep monitoring the world in case of any emergencies. 

However, on the Waverider, Nate, Behrad and Ralph were just chilling on the time ship and hanging out when Behrad suggested they should all get high to pass the time but Nate and Ralph declined. They did however offer to join Behrad to his room to get his stash of edibles; however, what they didn’t account for was that they were giving a certain magical bomber the perfect opportunity to portal his way onto the ship and hide two of his himbo grenades in a box. He knew once activated the beeping sound of the bombs should entice the guys to open the box and release the gas. Once hidden, the bomber portals away just in time as the three heroes return, Behrad consuming the edibles as they walk back to the main room.

“Thanks guys for keeping me company” Behrad thanked.

“No problem man. You know we’re bros for life” Nate reassured.

“Don’t sweat it. Plus truth be told I didn’t want to be left alone. I’m new to this ship and wouldn’t want to get lost myself” confessed Ralph. Just then the bombs are activated and a beeping sound can be heard.

“Hey do you guys hear that?” asked Ralph..

“Yeah that beeping sound sounds like it’s coming from John’s room. Why don’t we check it out?” suggest Nate. 

“Wait John as in John Constantine? I thought he was missing?” Ralph replied. “Anyways let’s hurry, the noise could be him or a clue to where he is”

Nate nods and he and Ralph make their way to the sound. Ralph tried to get Behrad to come but once Nate noticed a slight glossed look on Behrad’s face and him chuckling to himself a bit, he knew Behrad was too stoned to come. They arrive at John's room just as the bombs go off and fill the room with the himbo gas. Nate and Ralph are engulfed by the gas and begin to cough as the gas makes its way through their mouth and nose down to their lungs. Behrad hears the commotion and slowly makes his stoner way to John’s room as the gas begins its work on Ralph and Nate. Nate at first felt fine but soon felt his arms and muscles grow larger. His modest 15 inch biceps slowly swell until they reach an enormous circumference of 20 inches. Nate wanted to panic but a wave of cockiness washes over him as his mind empty itself of all of the useless history knowledge and replaced itself with gym knowledge on how to maintain his huge muscles. Nate’s ass shrunk a bit and if he wasn’t too busy flexing his biceps and playing with his pecs, he might’ve noticed the smaller ass or the fact that he was growing taller to an impressive 6 '10. Not only that but Nate’s package also grew. Now at 10 inches and thicker than it once was, Nate’s cock could put most men to shame as the visibility of its size can be seen tenting the ever tightening pants. Nate’s clothes are now skin tight but don’t last long as he flexes and tears off his clothes to admire his body more. Nate’s new body is filled to the brim with testosterone as he sweats as he expertly shows off his muscles.

“Woahhhhh dudde you’re fucking huge. You’re like……..ten feet tall bro.” A stoned out Behrad commented. Attributing the changes the two men were experiencing to his gummies.

As impressive as Nate’s changes are, Ralph’s weren’t any less dramatic. Ralph’s face was the first to change. Losing most of its white characteristics, his face shifts as it becomes slightly more youthful with more hints to a mixed Latino quality. His muscles soften a bit as they take on a more leanish twunky look to them and his skin tans. His balls and ass swell larger just like his lips. A combination making him the perfect himbo twunk to suck anyone off or to be fucked. His voice becomes higher pitched as he moans.

“Ummmmm yessss Papi!”

Meanwhile back at the Justice League meeting, Sara finally figured out where she knew the bomber’s voice from.

“John!”

“Huh? Is something the matter Sara? What did you need my attention for?” J'onn J’onzz also known as Martian Manhunter asks.

“Huh? Sorry not you, I mean John Constantine. He’s the bomber and abductor of our male members. I finally recognized that British voice, '' Sara explains.

“Are you sure Sara?” Wonder Woman asks.

“Yes I’m certain. I think we should search his room on the Waverider for clues” Sara declares. The team then splits off into a small search party consisting of Superman, Sara, Batman, and Wonder Woman who heads to the Waverider.

As Sara and the others board the ship they are met with a strong pungent musk that now permeates through the ship.

“Ewww why does it smell like some man cave?” Complain the women as they plug their noses. Batman pulls out one of his fancy high tech gadgets and places the device to his mouth as it expands into a purifying gas mask.

“Hey bud got any more of those for the rest of us?” Superman asks.

“Sorry only built one for myself” *Batman says as he shrugs, leaving the women and Superman to breath in the manly musk that is almost intoxicating. As they explore the waverider, Superman begins to feel a bit light headed and the others notice but before they could address the issue they hear a loud shrill moan and begin running to the sound thinking someone is in danger. What they were greeted with was a scene they were not expecting in the slightest.

As they sprint to John’s room, the musk becomes more intense until they are greeted with Behrad stoned and cheering a taller more muscular naked Nate who is using this strange elongated Latin twunk as a sweat towel. Nate stretches the new elongated man and rubs him all over his naked body to soak up his sweat. He even has put one leg over the twunk and rubs him back and forth against his big hairy crotch.

“Behrad what the fuck is going on?!” Sara yells.

“Oh Captain you have got to….” All of a sudden Behrad is interrupted as Nate dumbly chuckles and releases Ralphie and wraps one of his strong arms around Superman who isn’t looking too good.

“Yo bro, you ok? You don’t look too good. Here maybe this will help” Nate tells Superman before shoving Superman’s face into his armpit. Nate’s intense man musk affecting Clark and making him dumb down as his biceps and pecs grow slightly. This all happens too quickly for any of the Justice League members to react but when Superman is released he looks much happier as his face goes into a dumb glossed over look.

“Nate what did you do? What happened to you?!” Batman asks as a portal opens up to reveal John Constantine.

“Sorry to have to cut this reunion short but Ralphie, Nate, Superman get ready to go.” John orders and they all obey with the exception of Clark who stares at his body and begins to play with his pecs as if it’s his first time feeling his body.

“John! Why have you been attacking the league! Why would you betray your friends?” Sara inquires

“Simple a deal is a deal” John coldly replies.

“What is this deal? You must be desperate my friend to turn your back on your friends” Sara growls in anger and hurt.

“Yeah I am mate. I’m truly sorry but we got to go”

“Ohhhhhh squishy” Superman interrupts as he squishes his pecs and John grows tired of the buffoon and opens a portal and pushes the himbo through. Nate and Ralphie quickly following John through the portal too.

“Oh no you don’t you filthy smoking backstabber” Sara growls as she and the others follow and jump through the portal after John. 

*Once through the portal they all land on the floor but notice as they stand up that the floor is covered in expensive velvet fabric, a few bright lights circulating around the room. Loud generic dance music blasts through the room and all around the large almost theatrical room were many mini stages. Some have poles on them up to the ceiling of the room, others had some kinky sex toys and to one side there was a big lavish bar filled with expensive alcohols from around the world.

“Well well well. Johnny, I didn't know you were bringing guests.” A tall dark haired man in a well made suit holding a glass of Scotch says.

“Who are you? Where are we? And more importantly release and fix our friends.” Batman demands as he takes in their new surroundings. 

“Ahhh sorry where are my manners. Lucifer Morningstar at your service and you’re currently at my night club turned strip club, Lux! Now what’s this about your friends?” The gentleman explains.

“Our friends, the one you had John abduct and changed into….those himbos.” Batman growls.

“Woah woah woah are you going to gloss over the name, Lucifer fucking Morningstar?” Sara asks Bruce in disbelief.

“That’s your main concern Sara? Some well dressed idiot using the devil’s name?”

“Actually one small correction if I may. Not using, but am the devil. I’m the real Lucifer Morningstar. The one condemned by God to rule hell. As for your friends, I’m sorry but I can’t part with them. Johnny agreed to make them my new entertainment staff” 

“Well why the Justice League? Why us specifically and why no females?” Bruce asks

“Simple. I’m used to having sex and being surrounded by gorgeous women but even I grow tire of them. I need something to spice things up so why not make a harem of himbo men. As for why your team specifically, it’s due to your superpowers. Some may lose their powers as seen by Aquaboi and your friend Superhimbo….” Lucifer explains as he points to a stage with a twunky fit submissive Aquaman that is on standby as a dominatrix whips him and makes him kiss her foot as her partner slowly shoves a trident shaped dildo up his bubble butt.

“While others retain their powers and may keep their appearance with small altercations or major makeovers like Quicky or as you may know him as The Flash, and Emerald Dust also once known as Green Arrow.” Lucifer introduces and the group’s attention are drawn to a scrawnier Barry Allen using his super speed to quickly suck men off and to a large ass Oliver wearing a skimpy Emerald green bra and green high heels as he struts around the stage and begins pole dancing seductively. Sara can’t help but stare as she licks her lips.

“As you can see they are all excellent performers.”

“I don’t care about your performance, we want our friends back!” Bruce growls and pushes one of his fingers into Lucifer’s chest as if to threaten the angel.

Sara gets in between them and pushes them away from each other. “Now Bruce, let's not get too hasty. I’m sure we can talk things out with Lucifer”

“What don’t tell me you’re thinking of leaving the team like this? Not to mention that backstabber John” Bruce complains.

“I haven’t forgotten about John, Bruce. I just think maybe himbo Justice league may have its uses after all. Plus I think the remaining men and women on the team can handle any problems that arise. How about this Mr. Morningstar, we let you keep our men in a partnership and we get free access to them? All I ask for is you to make John into a himbo. Besides the Wayne corporation can fund your business and if Bruce gets out of line just make him into a himbo too” Sara offers

“Ms. Lance was it? I do believe you got yourself a deal.”

“Wait what?” Both Bruce and John yell in unison.

As you guys know by now, @thegreatstoryteller, @soul-controller, and I are hosting and managing this year’s 5th annual story exchange event. We have provided a form in our previous posts on how to sign up and participate in the event and have gotten quite a few people this year. 

I just wanted to take the time to remind people that sign-ups closes in just a few days on the 4th of December and welcome anyone to join. You can be a new writer or veteran writer, and be a fan of many kinks as well. Anyone is truly welcomed.

Despite us wanting to welcome everyone with open hands we do have to go over some potential issues that have and or may occur. 

First of all, remember that this is for the Holliday season. Now your story prompt don’t have to be Christmas or Holliday themed but you can think of it as a Holliday gift to who ever you get paired up with. Hence, your commitment is key. The writers who have joined, new or experienced, all deserve to be treated with respect and a happy Holliday. Everybody in the world deserves some kind act of happiness during this time of year so keep in mind how awful it would feel to expect a gift but not receive one. This may not be all of your intentions but do not take advantage of this event just for a free story.

If you sign up but then experience difficulties, or suddenly get busy and anticipate that you won’t be able to finish your story for another writer on time, please reach out to @thegreatstoryteller, @soul-controller, or myself as soon as possible. We can help explore ideas for the story, help write the story if needed but won’t be able to if you don’t message us. Even if you have to drop out after a week, it’s better to tell us so that we can write the story for your recipient. Even if later closer to the posting date you suddenly have time and can write the story then, you can message us again. Yes it probably would be a bit annoying to us since we took our time to write the story for you but we want to ensure that people receive their story. That’s our main goal so we don’t mind just contact us when needed.

Second issue is reading the instruction asked in the form. The questions on the form that needs to be answered are pretty straight forward and easy to follow in my opinion but some of the answers we’ve been getting are a bit confusing. 

For example one of our questions is provide a direct link to where you’ll be posting your stories. Simple right? You just copy and paste a tumblr, blog, website link and paste the link in there but we got one response where it just said “Yes” to this question. Yes? What does yes mean in this case?

Now I don’t mean to point out anyone in specific but we need your link so if you don’t provide one we don’t know where you’ll post the written story. In this case I will need to signal out a specific individual so can the person by the handle of Dark Prince please contact me directly please so we can sort out this issue? I believe you are indeed on tumblr since you signed up and only TheGreatStoryTeller has promoted this event outside of tumblr. Please contact me as soon as possible please. If we don’t receive confirmation from you by the 4th or 5th we may have to remove you from the event. 

Sincerely,