Rafael stood staring at one of the many pamphlets his mom had asked him to get. It was a brochure for the hotel, the last one left. The other pamphlets were advertisements for nearby areas. The 11-year-old began walking back to his mom his brown curls falling into his eyes. On the back was a brief paragraph about the founders. He thought the paragraph was mostly boring though the last sentence caught his eye.
“Anyone can be a hotel owner! Do you have what it takes?” Rafael walked over to his family, reading aloud. He wondered if being a hotel owner was even a big deal. Maybe he could ask his father later.
“Thank you, Mr. Sanchez one of our Bellhops will attend to your bags shortly.” The desk assistant handed over the new guest’s card keys. The Mexican man graciously took them handing one to his wife and his son Rafael.
“Put that in your pocket, don’t want you losing it.” Mr. Sanchez said as his son took the card. They family turned and were greeted by a tall mountain of a man. He casted a shadow over the entire family. He had a warming smile and a nicely pimped and pressed uniform.
“Hello, my name is Jaden. I’ll be taking your bags to your room,” The strong man hoisted the luggage onto a cart. Before strolling away, He stopped to talk to Harold, “ Tell Bill to get the next family. He was too late for this.”
Harold saw the Sanchez’s confused stares and decided to elaborate. “Sorry we’ve been getting some new hires. It’s been happening so fast some of them. Even I can’t recall them right away, but your bags are fine.” The family thanked him and took off for their room.
The hallway the came to on the 5th floor was endless. Numbered royal blue doors denoting each one. When they stepped inside their designated number, they found two rooms separated with a master bed and a twin bed. There was a small table for eating, which had their bags sitting around it. Rafael dropped the papers he was carrying as his mom searched them. The boy went and laid on the small bed. The dad didn’t spend long unpacking before Mrs. Sanchez stood up waving a pamphlet.
“There’s an all-day spa treatment at a nearby relaxation center. Super-cheap. All you have to do is prove you’re a guest here. Javier we should go! Make it a family trip.”
Mr. Sanchez stretched his neck, “I don’t know, Yolonda. Rafael looks wiped out and to be honest I am too.” Mrs. Sanchez looked over to her son and smiled. The kid had fallen asleep long before his parents started talking.
“Then you watch him, I need to destress.” She set the pamphlet down on the table. There were various others scattered their table. ‘Where had she even gotten them?’ Mr. Sanchez wondered. She walked out of the hotel room before he could ask. He sat down at the small table, flipping on the TV, making sure the volume was low enough to not disturb his son.
Mr. Sanchez didn’t even have the energy to watch TV before he passed out in the chair.
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Well, it’s another odd one. Somewhere between preppy and stodgy, old-fashioned man I guess? This is actually brand spanking new! If it hadn’t been for Covid, this would have been the fastest story I’d ever written!
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“Josh? Is that you?” Henley saw his old college pal, the wannabe hipster with a scruffy beard and flannel button downs ordering coffee at a Starbucks. Except, scruffy Josh was smooth shaved with a gentle part in his hair and dressed in a tight fitting lime green polo, creased khakis, and polished loafers. And the Josh he knew would never order from Starbucks or any corporate chain for that matter. But the tiny polo logo on his chest suggested that had definitely changed.
“Henley! Hey man,” his voice was still the same chipper and little high pitched. Henley met his friend in a hug, noticing that his formerly thin arms had a plethora of veins bulging up over visible muscles. For someone who claimed to hate pretension, he sure had gone full tilt.
“Surprised to see you here,” Henley half-joked while teasingly pressing on the polo player on Josh’s shirt.
“Ha! Yeah man, turns out they have some good stuff! Plus, it’s close to work.”
“Where are you working now?”
“Hemplebaum Inc.” The big smile he offered was met by a wide eyed stare from Henley. Josh was a film and lighting guy. Last they’d talked, he’d been working on some plays downtown. Certainly not at “evil corporation incorporated”.
“What happened to the plays?”
“Ya know, I wanted a change.” Josh shoved his hands into his pockets. “Plus, the money sucks. I didn’t want to share a studio my whole life.”
“Aren’t they, like, totally evil?” Josh frowned, his face taking on an overly broad and exaggerated look. Had his head grown?
“Hey man, they’re cool. I got headhunted by a department chief. I’m not one of those office drones filling foreclosures and manipulating bank accounts.” In response to Henley’s increasingly horrified look, Josh shrugged and laughed. “I don’t think they do that stuff anymore either.”
He glanced at his watch, a shiny rolex, and then back at Henley. “Hey man, great seeing you. Maybe we’ll hang out sometime? I gotta get back to the office!” Henley watched Josh walk out, noticing how well he filled out those khakis. His buttocks had developed a shelf like quality, curving the pants out awkwardly as he walked away.
“That was so strange,” Henley said aloud. But people change. Josh seemed happy and healthy. Maybe he always wanted to be a frat boy after all? Henley got his coffee, black, and took the train downtown. As he sipped on the scalding coffee, Henley did think about some of what Josh said. Downtown was prohibitively expensive. Henley paid in time what he couldn’t afford in rent having to ride in everyday. Sure, he loved life down here but he really couldn’t enjoy it as much as he’d like. But then, Henley could never handle being some corporate drone.
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“I’m not going in.”
At this proclamation, Patti Frazier stopped mid-exit from her car and turned around to look at her son in the passenger seat. “It is 101 degrees,” she said, looking at the nearby bank sign displaying the temperature. “You’re not sitting out here, you’ll cook like a turkey.”
“Guess I’ll die then.”
“JEFFERSON. You are coming inside.”
“No. One of the guys could see me and they’ll think I’m gay.”
“That is the most stupid…” Patti’s teeth locked together. “Just tell them you had to wait for your mom to get her hair cut.”
“That’s gay too! It’s obvious I wouldn’t be there for myself.” He ran his hand over his black buzzcut. The short hairs stood on their ends like the bristles of a toothbrush, tickling his palm.
“You just said--” Patti’s face turned red, and it wasn’t just from the heat. “Come. Inside. Now. You are making me late. Or I will pull you off the football team.”
It was Jefferson’s turn to redden. “You can’t do that! I’m an adult!”
“You remember that little slip of paper you signed at the start of the season? You still live under my roof and I absolutely can.”
Jefferson groaned obnoxiously and opened his door. “I’m not sitting by the window.”
“No one is going to see you. You’re being an idiot. Getting your hair cut is not gay!”
“SALONS are gay. Waiting for your mom is gay. Waiting for your mom in a salon is really gay.”
The last two words were said just as they walked into the salon, and both women in the waiting area looked at them. Patti smiled at them, then turned to Jefferson and hissed, “that’s enough. Now sit.”
Jefferson didn’t. He walked up to the desk with his mother as she checked in, his nose wrinkling at the smell of hairspray and chemical treatments. He looked around and confirmed his fear: he was the only guy in the entire place. “Is there somewhere I can sit while she’s back there?” Jefferson asked the receptionist. He flashed a cocky smirk at her, well-practiced in the halls of school. His face still had lingering baby fat, but girls said they liked his smirk, so he used it a lot.
She gestured to the open, airy lobby. “Of course, anywhere you like-”
“I mean somewhere where people can’t see me.” Jefferson jerked his head to the modern floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded the waiting area.
“Um…hm,” she said, brow furrowing. “No one’s ever asked that before! Let me see.” She stood up and walked through the cutting area, out of sight. Jefferson smirked triumphantly at his mother, who was staring daggers back. If she was going to drag him to this gay place while his car got fixed, he was going to make her pay.
The clack of heels announced the receptionist’s return before she rounded the corner. “There’s an old dryer chair in the back hall that we’re getting rid of, if you wanted to sit back there? We can’t allow you in the break room, unfortunately-”
“-he can sit up here like a normal person-” Patti chimed in, but Jefferson cut her off.
“Dryer chair is great.” He took off and clomped straight through the cutting area, drawing stares from the hairstylists. He stood out, which he liked. This was not a place where he had any desire to fit in. Everything was white and gold and gay looking. Lots of flowers. Pop music on the radio. Women chattering about the Kardashians. Jefferson was glad he’d worn his workout stuff for that extra “jock” look. Gray football t-shirt and big Under Armour shorts with Nike sneakers that squeaked as he walked.
The receptionist wasn’t kidding when she called the dryer chair old. It was sitting in a side hallway and looked straight out of 1950, way different from the modern ones Jefferson had just walked past. The leather seat was cracked, and as Jefferson clomped his weight on it, he noticed the padding was worn to nothing. It wasn’t comfortable. But it was hidden. He popped his over-ears on and lay back, letting NLE Choppa soundtrack his thoughts. God, he was going to be stuck here for an hour at least. So fucking boring. At least it smelled nicer back here. There was still that hairspray scent, but it was mostly covered by lavender and mint or whatever the shampoos nearby had in them. Kinda made him sleepy, actually...the din of his music felt further away. His eyelids were heavy.
Man, it smelled so good…
Jefferson shut his eyes and sat back, his head under the hairdryer. The world sank into silence as the young jock fell asleep with his hands folded over his stomach. The soothing scents drifted in and out of his nostrils with each deep breath he took. They swirled around him, almost visible in their strength.
The dryer turned on.
It was on a low setting, just a gentle whirr that soothed Jefferson even deeper into sleep. Air tickled his ears and made his hair flutter. The halo of lightbulbs around the rim of the dryer were on too, but their ancient status made the color look off - almost blue, and then it would flicker pink.
Blue.
Pink.
Blue.
Pink...
Jefferson relaxed even deeper, his mouth slack, hands plopping down at his sides. An erection sprouted in his lap and tented his shorts. It pointed straight up the ceiling as if it were waving hello.
Blue.
Pink.
He lay there for ten minutes, inhaling the fumes and enjoying the air, until he suddenly snored and woke himself up. Jefferson sat up surprised and bonked his head against the dryer, slapping at it as he confusedly took in his surroundings. His boner flopped down between his legs, but he wasn’t worried about it - he was more embarrassed that the dryer was on. He reached to pull the plug out of the wall...and found it was already unplugged, despite the flickering lights and churning fan.
“Ooookaaayy…”
Jefferson stood up, and the chair immediately shut off. There was a second plug somewhere, obviously. He couldn’t see it, but there had to be. It wasn’t like the thing was magical. Still, he was creeped out enough to walk back up to the front. Better than hanging back in this dim hallway alone.
As he walked into view, the squeaks of his sneakers drawing attention, the hairstylist cutting his mother’s hair turned and said: “Well THERE he is! It’s about time you came out.”
Jefferson’s cheeks burned red. “Came out?!”
“From back there. Rhonda said she saw you fell asleep.”
“Oh...oh…” Jefferson took a deep breath. “Sorry, I thought you meant...y’know...came out.” He punctuated these words with a limp wrist and a sassy pop of his hips.
“Jefferson!” Patti hissed.
“It’s no big deal, babe, we’re on the same page now,” Jefferson said crisply, hitting every consonant extra hard. There were no gay guys around, so he could make fun of them. It made the stylists laugh, too, so Jefferson tossed his head to the side like he was flipping hair over his shoulders. And although there was no hair that long on his head, his hair was suddenly longer. The buzzcut burst out from his scalp and flopped down over his forehead and ears, turning into a shiny shag. Jefferson clucked his tongue disapprovingly and batted at his bangs, really pushing the effeminate act. The more he fussed with them, the longer they grew: down over his eyes, stretching past his nose, forcing him to part his hair so he could see.
“Jeffy?”
“Yes hon?” Jefferson snapped his head to the side as his hair lengthened down to his chin. The woman addressing him was the stylist cutting his mom’s hair. Daniella, that was her name. He wasn’t sure why he remembered it but his mom must’ve said it in the car. Jefferson walked to her, and the mirrors reflected how he did so: hips swaying, wrist dangling in front of him. He hadn’t meant to walk like that, so he made sure to make it look so stereotypical that they’d know it was a joke.
“He haaaates being called Jeffy,” Patti said to Daniella as Jefferson minced over. When Jefferson didn’t respond to that, she gave him a withering look - he knew she knew what he was up to, and she was mad about it, which made him want to do it more.
“I’m saying we should go lighter with the color this time and Patti doesn’t think she’s ready,” Daniella said. “What do you think?”
“Why on earth would you ask him about-” Patti started to say, but her son interrupted her.
“Totes lighter, babe,” Jefferson said, running his fingers through his mother’s hair. “I’m just looking at your skin tone and the color of your eyes - you see how going lighter would make them really pop?”
“That’s what she said,” Patti laughed, arching an eyebrow at Jefferson’s assessment. “I’m just not sure…”
“Baby, please,” Jefferson said, holding up a hand. “I promise you will look so STUNNING! Hubby will be taking you out to show you off. I wouldn’t set you wrong. I mean, I know a thing or two about hair dye!” Jefferson tossed his hair and felt it pour from his scalp, now draping over his shoulders. He loved how it looked, but he needed to stop acting like this - and why was he saying all- “You will look FIERCE!”
That was when he noticed the jewelry. He had chunky silver bracelets on his wrists and a variety of rings on his fingers. He held his hands up and noticed his nails were shiny and trimmed - it looked like he’d had a manicure. Maybe someone gave him one while he was sleeping. He reached up and fussed more with his long hair - it was so thick, he could feel it weighing on his head, and the lights of the salon made it shine. It was gorgeous fucking hair, and every time he looked at it, it was more voluminous, a big sexy blowout that reminded him of Thor. It was so wavy and beautiful, and now it reached mid-chest… “Girls, I think something’s happ-”
Jefferson’s statement was cut off by the ring of the salon phone. “Oh, Jeffy, she’s in the bathroom - can you grab it?”
There was no fucking way he was going to- “Sure thing babe,” he heard himself say. Fuck! Jefferson’s body moved on its own, sashaying to the front of the salon, hips bouncing side to side. Once again, it wasn’t on purpose, and Jefferson really played it up to cover his tracks. Plus he heard his mom tut disapprovingly, which let him know he was on the right track.
As he walked, the squeaky sound of his sneakers was changing - firmer and shorter, a clack. He felt himself surge up in the air, nearly falling as three inch inch heels grew out of the bottoms of his shoes. He caught himself on the wall with a cute “Oops!” then strutted to the phone, his new heels slapping crisply against the hardwood. The shoes continued to change with each step, as the laces and tongue merged into the tops of shoes, which themselves were stretching up over his ankles. Jefferson’s new boots were white and shiny, with pointed toes and high heels that made him feel so tall. In fact, he was feeling taller by the moment, like he was stretching. He didn’t mind that at all as he picked up the phone and answered it, standing up tall as his spine elongated. It felt good, like a massage. He didn’t realize he was growing in stature, now a lanky 6’4, nearly 6’7 in his heeled boots. But he did hear himself lisp, “Head Rush Salon, this is Jeffy,” and made a mental note to go back to talking normally, and not call himself Jeffy.
“Ohmigod, hey boo!” said a very gay voice on the other end of the line. “Didn’t think you’d answer. It’s Scotty. Listen, I’m flying to Palm Springs for the weekend now, so I need to cancel my appointment. I’ll make a new one when I’m back.”
“No problem babe,” Jeffy said. “Which day was it?”
“Saturday, so I’m still allowed to cancel it without you running that no-show fee scam on me!”
“My time is money bitch!” Jeffy said, and though the words sounded right, the delivery was all wrong: flirty and giggly. “Don’t waste it!” He opened the appointment software - for a moment he wondered how he knew how to, but it was just labeled ‘Calendar,’ so of course it was that - and found Saturday while Scotty rambled about getting railed in Palm Springs. There was the appointment, a 90 minute cut and color, right under…
‘JEFFY F.’
“I gotta go, bye girl,” Jeffy stammered, slamming the phone down. Why was he listed as a stylist at the salon - that was impossible, right? He was being stupid. Of course it was another Jeffy F. He didn’t even go by Jeffy, he was Jefferson. Jefferson didn’t know shit about cutting hair. He didn’t even tell his barber what to do. Just went in and sat there and the guy did whatever, then he paid him 10 bucks. This place had to cost, like...way more.
He was tempted to delete all the Jeffy appointments for that day just to be sure no one was confusing him for some gay-ass hairdresser, but he knew he was just being dumb. If anyone needed a hairdresser, it was him. His hair was crazy long. Down to his chest and perfect enough to book a shampoo commercial. And it was so fucking blond. That had to just be the sunlight, right? He had black hair. But this hair really looked blond, plus it had highlights in it to make it even blonder. There was so much of it, too. Gently tousled waves covered his shoulders entirely.
Jeffy set his palms on the reception desk, ignoring his beautifully manicured nails, and shut his eyes. “Nothing is wrong with you, babe,” he whispered to himself. Your name is Jefferson and you’re the man. “Your name is Jeffy and you’re that bitch.” The words covered an odd stretching sound emanating from Jeffy’s baggy shorts, which were lengthening down his legs all the way to the tops of his flashy white boots. The material of the shorts was changing as they grew, turning synthetic and stiff. As it tightened around Jeffy’s long legs, it lightened to the same blinding white as his footwear. The heeled boots were a perfect match for the white pleather pants he now wore.
Jeffy felt somewhat better when he opened his eyes, though he didn’t consider himself in the clear yet. Especially not when he moved to walk back to the cutting area and found himself using the same sensual strut as before. He added a booty bounce and a limp wrist to it to make sure the stylists knew he was kidding.
“I just need all you girls to know that I am 100% not gay,” Jeffy announced to the room as he rounded the corner, snapping his fingers sassily to punctuate the last two words as he popped a hip to the side. But his pronouncement was met with laughter, and his cheeks burned pink. He turned to Patti. “Tell ‘em, Mama!”
“He’s not,” Patti said.
“See! A gay guy would be in here talking about, like...I don’t know...Drag Race.”
“Okay but did you see Laganja’s lipsync?” Daniella interjected. “Girl.”
“Girl,” said another stylist laughing.
“GIRL,” Jeffy squealed, dancing over. “That neck snap thing she did. I was living. I was gagged. But everything Laganja does gags me.” Jeffy felt stupid for starting with Drag Race. He loved that show. He’d seen every episode from every season and he followed his favorite queens on social media. He quoted it incessantly. Maybe not the best example of his not being gay. “But see, I don’t have to talk about it all the time. Like how you girls are always talking about your star signs.”
“Do you even know what your star sign is?” Patti asked from her chair.
“Of course babe, I’m a Leo. We’re the most flamboyant,” Jeffy giggled. “We loooove to be noticed.”
“I’m a Gemini,” Daniella volunteered.
“Explains how FAKE you are!” Jeffy joked.
Daniella pretended to be supremely offended as the rest of the stylists laughed. Jeffy laughed too - this stupid airy giggle he suddenly couldn’t stop doing - and then, to his horror, he did a full twirl. He saw himself doing it in the mirror: hair flying, white pants squeaking together. Fuck, he looked gay--
But he wasn’t gay, he was just flamboyant! ‘Cause he was a Leo. A lion with a big mane, just like his long gorgeous hair. That explained a lot. It was written in the stars that he’d be like this. And it was because of that that he didn’t worry as much when he noticed his t-shirt was looking kind of shiny. Maybe it was made from something other than cotton. And the football team logo looked a lot lighter, like it was fading off…
“What are you smiling at?” Daniella teased in between snips of Patti’s hair.
Jeffy realized he’d been staring at his shirt in the mirror with a silly grin on his face. “Nothin’ babe,” he said, twirling back around. “I just thought my shirt looked kind of shiny for a second. I didn’t wanna look like a gay guy, they’re always wearing those tight shiny shirts.”
“Nothing at all like what you wear,” another stylist said.
“That’s right, honey!” Jeffy said with a snap of his fingers, as the material of his t-shirt finished transforming into shimmering satin. Buttons were already forming down the front of it as he tittered, “You know what I mean though, right? Their shirts are always so shiny and have those crazy patterns - like, what happened to dressing normal, am I right? I wouldn’t be caught dead in stuff like that.” Jeffy casually reached to tuck the tails of his shirt into his pants, not noticing how silky the fabric now felt, or that the remains of his football team logo were swirling all over the shirt, thinning into a swirling array of flowers and paisley.
“What WOULD you wear?”
“Now don’t get me wrong,” Jeffy said with a flick of his wrist, as a collar began stretching out of the top of his former t-shirt, “I love looking nice. I wear dress shirts every day. And I don’t mind standing out either, hon, I’m a flamboyant Leo after all.” The collar surged taller - extremely tall, in fact - there were three buttons stacked atop each other needed to close it, not that Jeffy ever would. “I don’t mind a little bit of bling, I just wouldn’t go crazy with it, y’know?” He ran his hands down over his shirt buttons, which were now rhinestones. The satin fabric on his fingertips sent a shiver through him. The growth of his collar finished with a dramatic explosion of his collar points, each of which stretched six inches wide to sit open atop his shoulders.
“I still can’t believe he wears stuff like that to school and football practice,” Patti sighed. “I don’t even know where he gets it from.”
“Not from you or Dad, that’s for sure!” Jeffy snipped.
“No, I mean, I literally don’t know where you BUY it,” Patti laughed.
“Just like, anywhere that sells-” Jeffy started to say, as he turned to look at his t-shirt. But it wasn’t a t-shirt at all anymore. It was the gayest shirt he’d ever seen. A long-sleeved button down made of azure satin, covered with floral paisley embellishments. The collar looked like it belonged on Elvis’ jumpsuit, and the buttons were fucking rhinestones. Jeffy wanted to tear it off and throw it in the trash. Instead, he saw his reflection pop a hip and smile, preening. He looked ridiculous from head to toe. That girly blond hair, the satin shirt, the white pants, the BOOTS...what the fuck was going on. He hoped when he got home all his clothes would be normal. He had a vision of all the t-shirts in his closet growing tall collars and wild patterns, that he’d be stuck looking like a gay Musketeer.
It annoyed him that the thought turned him on.
The salon’s front door chimed. Saved by the bell, he thought, since he had no idea where he got all his flamboyant shirts. Jeffy heard a conversation happening at the desk - the receptionist was back, thank god. He wouldn’t have to answer the phone again. Now he could just wait for Patti to finish up so he could go pick up his car, drive home, and make himself look normal again-
“Hey, Fy? Your client is here, are you ready for her?”
It took Jeffy a moment to realize he was the ‘Fy’ being addressed, as if his name needed to be abbreviated more. And his client?! Why would he have a client, he didn’t work here! “Bring her back, babe!” he chirped against his will, checking the tuck of his shirt and fussing with his hair.
A woman rounded the corner - she was older than Patti, but well-dressed and accessorized. Her jewelry said “wealthy” without her having to speak a word. “Fy!” she said, in an aristocratic voice. “I need your magic touch.”
“Hey gorgeous!” Fy smiled, bending down and kissing the woman on both her cheeks, like he was from Europe or something. He sat her in his chair - not HIS chair, he reminded himself, but the chair he was standing by - and began running his fingers through her hair. “Looking for some color today, too, right?”
“Yes, oh god yes. I need it badly, can’t you tell?”
“Well, I didn’t want to be RUDE, hon.” Esme, that was her name. It just plopped into Fy’s head and he was grateful it did. Why was he acting like he was going to cut her hair...he could barely cut a piece of wrapping paper. But he couldn’t stop. They were talking about what color she wanted, what sort of style she had in mind, how the hair would grow out and what she could do to maintain it. It was like they’d known each other for years.
The salon had a shampoo assistant, so Fy didn’t have to worry about washing Esme’s hair himself. He sent her back to the sinks and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how in the hell he was going to cut this lady’s hair. He’d always been interested in hairstyling...right?...but he’d never gone to school for it. He only did his own hair. But his hair looked amazing, long and voluminous. So he could cut Esme’s hair. She seemed to think he’d done it before - and maybe he had! Maybe he’d just forgotten.
Seeing Esme’s wet hair as she returned from the sinks increased Fy’s confidence in his haircutting abilities. He could see the parts that needed trimming and was able to visualize how the hair would look when it dried. That was a relief. So he picked up his scissors and began snipping, running strands through his fingers and finding the split ends to trim off. He was able to tap into an autopilot he didn’t know he had, whipping his hands through Esme’s hair and shaping it to her liking, just like a sculptor did. His confidence in himself grew. He felt like he’d been cutting hair for years, and he couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed it. It was soothing, and he enjoyed the interaction with a client. He told Esme her skin looked amazing, because it did, and they started to discuss skincare routines. As Fy’s command of his hairdressing abilities grew, he was also becoming much more knowledgeable about grooming in general. He recommended Esme a couple products he used himself, and he noticed in the mirror how well they worked for him. His skin was so tan, and it glowed. He looked like he didn’t have any pores.
“Do you ever wear makeup?” Esme asked.
“Of course not, babe, I’m a man!” Fy said as he trimmed away. “Just bronzer, and maybe a little foundation sometimes. Concealer absolutely. And I sometimes fill my eyebrows in if they look too light…” Fy chattered away as his reflection continued to morph, brows threading themselves into perfectly symmetrical arches, skin smoothing and buffing itself to perfection. “But what’s YOUR secret?” he asked Esme. “You don’t have a line on your face!”
“Oh, stop lying,” she laughed. “But Botox helps.”
“YES, honey!” Fy squealed, his forehead tightening, cheeks turning glassy-smooth. “Love a little Botox. How’s this look for you? Good length?” He held a strand out as Esme inspected.
“Oh, it looks perfect. You know exactly what I like.”
Fy smiled, his teeth suddenly so outrageously white that it was hard to differentiate between each one. The expression faltered when he noticed it in the mirror. He looked plastic. Like a doll version of his face. Orange-tinted skin, too-perfect eyebrows, blinding teeth...all his friends were going to make fun of him for looking like this. Not to mention his clothes...oh god… “Babe, do I look different to you?”
Esme pursed her lips as she looked in the mirror. “Not really...should you?”
“No, just wondering.”
“I did notice you’ve lost a little weight, maybe? Though it might just be the shirt. I’m used to seeing you with those giant muscles. But you always look good.”
“Giant muscles?” On cue, the rhinestone button below Fy’s collar popped open. His shirt suddenly felt very tight. Pants, too, especially around the thighs and butt. “Gay guys like giant muscles--” he stammered nervously.
“I’m pretty sure all guys do,” Esme corrected.
Fy laughed his musical laugh as another button opened on his shirt. “So true, babe! What guy doesn’t want to be buff? I’d fully be a bodybuilder if I could…”
“I always thought you were one!”
“I wish!” Fy said, as the sound of stretching pleather filled the air. His butt was blowing up behind him - two giant spheres filled his pants to the brink and then some, the seams tearing open and briefly baring Fy’s new muscle ass. His eyes rolled back as all his nerve endings jangled from the growth of a gorgeous, high, round bubble butt. The only reason it wasn’t jiggling was because it was packed so tightly into the white pants as they mended around it.
Fy was breathing heavily as he focused on cutting Esme’s hair, his body temperature spiking from the growth of his muscles. His shirt stretched tighter, revealing new cuts between his shoulders and arms, an 8-pack imprinted on his abdomen, the mottled details of his back. His hands were briefly pulled away from his client’s head as his shoulders widened, stretching broad and flat with large capped delts on the end. His new V shape was getting more pronounced by the second, as his lats curved out and thickened, and his waist pulled inward, burning away any fat from a teenage junk food diet until it was composed solely of chiseled muscle. The tightening of his lower back made his ass look all the bigger.
Fy widened his stance to lower himself closer to Esme’s head, and it allowed his quads to inflate and his calves to firm up, the white pleather sinking deep in between the definition of his thighs. He was getting big - really big - which Fy noticed when he briefly looked in the mirror and saw a muscleman reflected back. His excitement made him straighten his back and proudly puff out his chest, and the button below his pecs came loose. Out from his torso grew two solid squares, wide and deep, his gold chains sinking between their cleavage. A trickle of sweat slid down over them, unimpeded by hair, which was shaved off to leave Fy as smooth as a doll.
It was hard to focus. His clothes were so tight, and he looked even bigger than he felt. His reflection turned him on - he looked like a fucking bodybuilder! Shit, he was a fucking bodybuilder! He couldn’t wait to show his buddies on the football team. His biceps swelled and his chest broadened just thinking about it. Even his neck was thicker. And yet he looked elegant -- graceful, even. His muscles rippled like they were dancing. It boned him up looking at it, a visible erection stretching out over his thigh. He didn’t care how gay he looked. He was so fucking hot…
By now, he was so enraptured by his own reflection that he wasn’t noticing how he’d taken on the skills of a master hairstylist. He moved with speed and efficiency, never missing a strand as he perfectly captured his client’s needs. What started as quiet confidence was now a healthy ego and unshakeable belief in his abilities. He was a supremely talented hairstylist, and the longer he worked on Esme, the more training poured into him. There was a framed cosmetology license bearing his name at the station now, and a stack of business cards. He’d found a new passion, and that passion was replacing football. He loved doing hair. He loved making people feel beautiful.
His heels clacked as he walked to the back and got the supplies needed to color Esme’s hair. No longer was he worrying about the sensual sway of his hips; his dangling wrist; his extravagant clothes. He needed to focus on his client’s needs. So even though he could feel his back grow wider - now barely fitting through the archway leading to the back of the salon - he’d worry about it later. Even when his hands thickened up from weightlifting, they maintained their grace as they brushed color onto Esme’s hair and rolled it into the foil. Once her hair was fully in foils, Fy smiled in the mirror. “Let’s let that settle, I’ll be back in a little bit.”
He strutted to the back area of the salon, long hair fluttering behind him like Superman’s cape, and walked into the employee restroom to pee. Finally a moment alone time to gather his thoughts, he thought as he unleashed a stream into the bowl. He’d managed to cut a lady’s hair and not embarrass himself, and he was looking jacked too. Once he cut off his long hair and washed his face, he’d be such a hot stud. He looked like exactly the kind of guy he liked. Well, not liked - wanted to be. A tall, well-groomed, stylish bodybuilder. Fuck, guys like that were so hot.
Fy stepped over to the mirror and smiled at himself, his veneers whiter than the porcelain sink he was using to wash his hands. He looked at the stylishly undone buttons of his satin shirt and pulled the sides further apart, baring his nipples. He looked at them, grinned, and pinched one with a little giggle. It felt good, so he did it again, then start squeezing both of them as he boned up. Just playing with them for a few seconds made them look bigger. He loved having his nipples played with, and he loved how big they were. He thrust them toward the mirror with a leer and tugged on them, marveling at how much space they took up on his pecs, how sensitive they were. Fuck, he loved his chest. It was so broad and powerful. It fit his frame perfectly, exactly symmetrical with the rest of his muscles. But with his huge nipples, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if his pecs were bigger too. It would maybe make him look out of balance, a little, but he didn’t really care. He loved chests. He wanted a big chest. A huge one.
“Get bigger,” he sighed dreamily, groping at his chiseled pecs, feeling their meat fill his palms. Muscle squeezed between his fingers. He wanted tits. Big fucking muscle tits. He wanted to burst the buttons off his shirts - actually, he didn’t want to be able to button his shirts at all. “Get bigger...I want you bigger…” he groaned happily, squeezing and groping and wondering if his pecs were really growing like it felt like they were. That would be impossible, of course...there was no way mass was layering itself over his chest, rounding out his pecs, turning them into a bulging shelf that bounced when he walked.
The fourth rhinestone button on his shirt pulled open, and out spilled an enormous amount of cleavage, as Fy’s pecs swelled into perky jugs that nearly touched his chin. “MmmmYEAH...get...bigger...I vant you bigger…” That was why he wore satin shirts so much. They felt so fucking sexy slipping and sliding all over his fat muscle tits. He yanked the sides of his shirt further open, pecs and nipples hanging out over the sink like a pair of udders - he wanted them sucked so bad. Fuck, he had such a hot chest. Big fucking tits… “I vant zem bigger!”
Fy clapped his hand over his mouth with an embarrassed giggle, though it was quickly forced away as his pecs shoved out further in front of him. It sounded like he had an accent! But that would be- “Zilly. Zat’s zilly,” he mumbled, lost in his own pec fetish. It was only when he felt his cock preparing to pump a load that he stopped, leaning over the sink and feeling his huge jugs dangling beneath him. He had a client to finish before he could nut. Didn’t want to be unprofessional. He made a half-hearted attempt to button some of his shirt, but none of them could pull together now, so he emerged from the bathroom with a neckline plunging past the top of his abs. Fy loved showing off his muscle cleavage anyway. His monster rack bounced up and down as he slinked back to his chair, the feeling of his shirt nearly sliding off him almost enough to make him cum right there. His nipples were barely covered, with part of his areolas peeking out from the edges of the open buttons.
Fy looked around and realized he had the biggest tits in the salon. Not bad for the lone guy! They stuck straight out below his collarbone and blocked his view of the rest of his body...it was so fucking hot and sexy. “How’s zis coming,” he asked Esme, inspecting her foils. “Takes foreffer, hm?”
“Hey, Flo?” One of the stylists asked, looking at Fy from across the room. “Want to come over and give this a look?”
Flo? His name was...well, whatever, it was a weird day. Flo wasn’t sure why he was being asked to inspect a haircut, since he didn’t work here. But the stylist was pretty junior, he knew, and he was a lot more experienced. In fact, out of everyone in the salon, he’d been cutting hair the longest, which he was proud of. So, he walked over, giant tits heaving as they pulled him forward. He inspected the client’s style, made sure it was cut properly. “Looks great to me, hon. Is zis vat you had in mind?”
The client nodded and said she was really happy with it. “Zat's enough for me zen!” Flo smiled, giving the stylist a high-five. Then he swished back to his own client, wondering why he was talking so strangely. The answer seemed to appear in the form of a small German flag plopped in a cup holder as his station. His accent really did sound German - it was light, Americanized, but present. He’d probably seen the flag and just adopted some German traits in his speech. That...happened, right? It was like psychology. He’d worry about it later.
For now, he had Esme to attend to. He worked on her hair for another hour, revealing the refreshed color and perfectly structured hairdo he’d constructed. Through it all, they chattered and gossiped, as Flo’s skills continued to grow. He was an expert in making a client feel at ease. He was great at building relationships. And he was a really, really fucking good hairdresser. He’d won awards for it. He’d taught masterclasses. It was evident as he fluttered around Esme’s head, hands moving like a magician’s, his long elegant fingers gracefully commanding each strand of hair. “You are red carpet ready, sis!” he said to Esme, snapping his fingers three times. She laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulders and back again, then smiled.
“I love it!”
“‘Course you do, hon, I did it,” Flo winked. He twirled, snapped his fingers over his head, then helped Esme out of the chair and led her to the lobby. Everyone always stared when he walked into the waiting area - he was used to it. He was very tall, he dressed outrageously, and he had a rack like a fireplace mantel mounted to his torso. He was used to the gawking. What he wasn’t used to was seeing Trina Robespierre sitting in the lobby, looking right at him.
No no no no - she was from school, she’d tell all the guys! He wanted to run and hide, but he couldn’t just ditch his client at the last step, so he awkwardly angled himself away from Trina and hoped he looked different enough for her to not realize who he was. He forced a smile down to Esme as she checked out, his sparkling veneers grinding together. The pressure of the grimace locked up his jaw, which hurt, so he popped it free - and with a small snap, suddenly it doubled in width. Flo’s jawline broadened so dramatically it made his whole face readjust to its mass. His nose looked smaller, and his skin stretched tighter over his cheeks, chiseling out the bones. The filler at his jaw angles made them unrealistically severe, and the nose job he now remembered getting had carved the tip into a precise angle. He’d taken his already handsome features and morphed them to cartoonish perfection, a caricature of a man instead of the real thing.
And then, beneath the filler and the Botox, his features hardened, baby fat draining away to reveal a hunk in his late thirties. His muscles plumped up with the maturity, solidifying his brawn. He could barely feel Esme as he hugged her goodbye - she was so slight, and he was so fortified with muscle. She handed him a $100 bill as a tip, which he slid into the pocket of his white pants with a charming smile. “You’re a miracle worker, Florian,” she said.
“Don’t be zilly!” Florian said back in his lilting accent, waving his hands theatrically. “Look at vhat I have to vork vith, gorgeous!”
Florian went back to clean up his station, satisfied that Trina hadn’t recognized him in the lobby. When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself much either. He felt alarm at the sight of his sculpted face...why did he look older? And so big...his chest was fucking ridiculous...it turned him on, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t ridiculous.
Panicked but in a fog, he tore himself away from the mirror and noticed Daniella next to him cutting another woman’s hair. “Vhere’d...vhat vas her name...uh, Patti go?”
“She was done like an hour ago,” Daniella said.
“But she...we were supposed to…” Florian stammered, though he couldn’t quite recall what he was supposed to do with Daniella’s client. Just...something.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine, babe,” Florian said, breaking out into a huge smile. “I just need to sit down for a mo, I’m tired.”
“Go sit in the back! You don’t have anyone for a little bit, right?”
“Right…” Florian’s mind was racing. Was he a hairstylist? He wasn’t supposed to be. That’d be gay. But the guy in the reflection of the mirrors as Florian headed to the back of the salon...that guy looked gay too. Long hair, colorful satin shirt, big muscles, huge ass, even bigger chest, and that swaying feminine walk. He looked so fucking hot.
Florian eased back into the old dryer chair, hoping some rest would set him right. Just needed to clear his head and think straight. That made him giggle as he dozed off...think straight...because he was acting so gay…
...even though he knew he wasn’t…
The dryer turned on, soft and gentle, making Florian’s gorgeous mane flutter over his huge chest. His hands wandered up to play with his nipples through his silky shirt, a small smile on his hunky face.
“Mmmmm…”
All his homophobic thoughts bubbled to the front of his brain - all the fears he’d be seen, all the tactics he used. He could feel them dancing frantically around his head, jostling for his attention. Didn’t want to look gay, didn’t want to sound gay, didn’t want to dress gay…
Florian pulled his shirt further open and fondled his huge tits. They swelled bigger at his touch. He moaned.
...didn’t want to act gay…
...act gay…
...gay…
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
...gay...gay...gay...gay...gay guys...big muscles and hard cocks...wanted to dress gay…
...he wanted to dress like a gay guy...wanted to act like one…
Florian’s erection was rock hard and straining against his pleather pants. Sweat pooled between his cleavage.
...wanted to be gay...loved being gay…
Florian writhed and bucked his hips, groaning happily at the feeling of his sexuality changing - the conversion made his eyes roll back in his head, his lips part in his well-practiced O face. His tastes were changing - his interests - his talents. He loved it. He wanted to be gay. He wanted to be even gayer. He loved being a gay man, and he loved having sex with men - he loved feeling a thick cock in his ass…
He wanted a boyfriend - it’d be so fucking gay to have a boyfriend - he had one. César. A hung, hairy, muscular top. Exactly what he wanted. They loved exploring together. Exploring the world, each other, and other men. Being gay was an all-you-can-eat buffet. He loved being gay. He was so proud to be gay...he wanted everyone to know he was gay…
He loved to play with César...he could visualize their penthouse apartment by the water, full of his shiny shirts and workout equipment and sex toys...it was César who’d turned him into a bodybuilder. He’d always had a good body, but César taught him so much about fitness and transformed him into a living, breathing fantasy. He’d always felt comfortable with his body, and always loved to show it off - after all, he’d been a stripper when he’d first moved to the US from Germany. He went to cosmetology school in the daytime, and that’s where they met - César came in for a free haircut - he hadn’t been able to believe that Florian was just a student, because Florian had such a natural talent...
FUCK, he loved being queer so MUCH…
“AHhhhhh…”
Florian’s heels scraped against the floor as he thrashed, the throes of transformation pushing him to the brink of orgasm. He’d become everything he’d never wanted to be, and he loved it - he fucking LOVED it - gay guys loved to fucking CUM -
“Mmmmuhhh!”
Piping hot cum soaked his underwear. The huge German bodybuilder thrust up and down, sighing with lust as he shot out his homophobia and turned himself into the pinnacle of homosexuality.
The dryer’s last act was to gently cleanse Florian of all the sweat that accumulated as he finished his transformation. His shirt dried, his chest sparkled. When he stood, the only thing glistening was the makeup on his face and the body oil he applied daily to his muscles.
He strutted out feeling like he’d won the gay lottery. Fabric rippled like water around his giant frame. His tits bounced with each step. His ass looked ready to bust through his pants, it was so big. “Hey girlies!” he said to the women around him. He’d built up a good crew. He was lucky, when he’d opened this place, to find so many talented stylists right off the bat.
One of the assistants had tidied up his station for him, which he appreciated. The floor was swept, the counter organized. In a cup holder were three flags: German, American, and gay pride. The things that had made him him. Next to them was a small framed picture of him and César kissing. God, he loved that hairy stud. He couldn’t wait to go home and get fucked, but first he had work to do, and he loved his job almost as much as his man.
A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Anyone ever tell you you look like Fabio?” Daniella’s client said. The whole salon laughed knowingly.
“Every day,” Florian grinned, bouncing his pecs up and down. And then he headed to the waiting area to greet his next client.
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“I hate these things,” Marcus muttered to himself as he adjusted his too-tight sport coat and surveyed the scene. He liked the symphony, no he really loved it, but he hated these fundraisers and charity events because it brought out the very worst kind of society patron. All slick, moneyed, wanna-be Rockefellers in expensive outfits purchased just for the occasion that were somehow both underdressed and overstyled. In truth, he usually wouldn’t bother coming, but one of his old buddies had really pressed for him to come only to text once he was inside saying that he had to bail. With an over dramatic sigh to himself, Marcus ambled towards the bar.
He pushed past two frat bros merrily reliving their youthful debauchery in too loud voices designed to make sure others heard. What was the point of talking about your congressman fraternity brother or who invested in what hot start-up if others couldn’t overhear and admire and feel envious? Maybe make connections with others who value the same things you do. Marcus did not have time for that. He wasn’t some socioeconomic outcast, Marcus had grown up “summering” and attended elitist schools up until middle school when his parents had divorced and his mom had decided that his father’s lifestyle was an impediment to the real world. Dad didn’t make much effort to stay in touch, so Marcus had adopted his mother’s defiant attitude despite child support payments keeping them very comfortable.
Tyler was a 19 year-old teenager who lived alone with his dad in their small home. His mother had passed away in an accident a few years ago, so he and his father stuck close together. They would usually play board games or look at science magazines, spending entire weekend afternoons with quality family time.
However, Tyler was not a happy boy. Standing at 5’7, and very skinny, he attracted the attention of his school’s football team, who enjoyed making his life a living nightmare. As a puny sophomore, there is nothing much he could do to prevent them. What added insult to the injury is the fact that, deep down, Tyler had always wished he could be one of them. He was longing for popularity and friendship, two things he was never able to obtain.
One day, Tyler was walking home after a rough session of bullying. The football team had pushed him inside his locker and locked him in, meaning he had to bang on the door until the janitor went and fetched a metal cutter to set him free from the lock. He was feeling even more down than usual, so when he passed by the local sports supplies store, he couldn’t help but feel sour. He kept thinking “why couldn’t that be me?” As he was about to go past it, he got an idea. He went inside and bought a football; he had never tried before, so how else would he know if he had some kind of potential? Feeling a little ashamed of his spontaneous purchase, he continued walking towards his home.
“Dad, I’m home!” Tyler yelled, while stepping through the front door. No answer; his dad must be out getting errands done. He slumped his way to his room and dumped his bag and football on the floor. He then sat on his bed and held his head in his hands. Still thinking about his day at school, he pouted at the ball next to him; it was a stupid idea to even buy it in the first place, but he might as well do something with it. He decided to take it outside and try it out; he put on a red t-shirt, black sweatpants and his white and red running shoes.
As he was walking towards the back door, his attention was suddenly driven towards the garage. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but he had a sudden urge to go there instead. In the back of the room, he saw his dad’s old workout furniture. There was a stationary bike and a bench with some free weights. Tyler had never wanted to use the weights, but felt like trying something new.
The teenager moved over to the bench, apprehensively, and dropped his football next to it. He then grabbed a couple of weights, got on his back, and started lifting. That was when he started growing. As he was bringing his arms up and down, they were getting slightly bigger, his biceps inflating until he had an easier time keeping the weights up, and his hands enlarging until he could comfortably wrap them around the dumbbells. His chest and pecs puffed up slightly as his shoulders started broadening, filling his once loose t-shirt until it fit him snugly. His back also broadened and stretched, making him grow from 5’7 to 5’9. Then, his legs bulked up slightly, tightening his sweatpants who lightened to a dark grey color.
After dropping the weights next to him, Tyler got up from the bench, not noticing his tighter clothes or increased height. As he headed towards the stationary bike, he grabbed his football from the floor. Once on the bike, he cranked the knob to make it a bit harder for himself. When he started pedaling, he went much faster than he normally would’ve. Then, as his legs were gaining speed, they started growing as well. His thighs and calves swelled bigger and bigger, until his sweatpants were tight enough to ride above his ankles, as they turned a medium shade of grey. His ass started plumping up, slightly raising his vantage point. His feet were twisting in his shoes, lengthening until they took up the whole space, hurting slightly from being constricted. His legs also stretched until he grew two extra inches, bringing him up to 5’11. Then, as if an old habit was coming back, he started throwing the ball up and catching it, while pedaling on the bike.
After stopping the bike and stepping off, the now fit young man went towards the bench again, still not noticing his changes, in spite of the fact he was slightly unbalanced due to his 4 new inches of height. However, after dropping his football next to it, he decided to do some push-ups instead. He walked a few steps over and positioned himself on the hard ground. He did one, two, three in a row, not even stopping to catch his breath in between each one, going up and down easier than ever before in his life. Suddenly, after a few more push-ups, he got a searing pain in his stomach, as if all his abs had cramped at once. He immediately dropped on the ground, writhing in pain all over, and started growing again. He felt as if he was being stretched from all over, groaning as all his muscles grew at the same time.
As the pain started to fade, Tyler felt his cock getting erect, pointing up its fully hard 4 inches. He propped his arms forwards, trying to stabilize himself into getting back up, but was distracted by the feeling of his neck thickening. He pushed out a deeper groan as his face started changing slowly, his nose and chin pushing forwards as his jaw hardened. His hair also lightened from dark brown to a lighter brown as his meager body hair receded back into his skin. He tried to get up again, only to watch his hands grow, his fingers stretching and thickening against the ground, his palms and knuckles broadening. The growth moved up to his forearms, biceps and shoulders, bulking and bulging until both sleeves ripped off of his t-shirt, leaving him in some kind of tank top exposing his muscly arms.
The exhausted and groaning Tyler finally managed to prop himself into a sitting position, only to feel a sharp pain mixed with pleasure coming from his crotch area. He looked down in bewilderment to see his dick poking out further, as it grew from 4 to 5 inches. He then felt a heaving at his chest as his shirt ripped to bloating pecs, broadening shoulders and an expanding torso. He looked down to see his abs chiseling, forming a bulky 6-pack above a muscly pelvis. He then put his buffed arms forwards again, using them to prop his legs up into a kind of push-up position, trying to stand up again. He was interrupted by the feeling of his legs growing again, looking between his arms to watch his thighs and calves bulking up into meaty legs while his ass was puffing out again, causing his pants to ride up to just under his knees, as they turned an even lighter shade of grey. He suddenly let out a moan, as he watched his dick start to grow again in girth and in length, reaching 6 inches, the pleasure causing him to buckle and fall on his knees. Feeling a sharp pain at his feet, he looked back to see them push out from the front of his shoes, until the soles eventually gave out. The destroyed shoes falling on the ground, he could see his white socks tightly stretched across his huge feet. He then felt another wave of pleasure, arching his back and moaning deeply as his dick grew girthier and longer, reaching 7 inches.
Out of breath, and finally feeling the transformation subside, he propped a leg up and stood up. He felt unsteady at first, thrown off due to him reaching 6’1 during his last growth spurt. Pre was leaking from his dick as he made his way back to the bench, wobbling slightly, only to fall forwards onto it, grabbing both sides to steady himself. As he was wincing in apprehension of the coming growth, a rich tan started spreading on his skin as his face changed again, his brows furrowing, forehead pushing forwards with his widening nose and hardening chin, his cheeks and jaw muscling up, his lips plumping up as his now blonde hair receded into his head, giving him a short buzz cut. As his neck started thickening, he pushed out a deepening groan as he started contorting. His hands grew and strengthened his grip on the bench, his arms bulked up, his torso stretched up and expanded, his back pumped up, his pecs and ass blew up, his thighs and calves bulged and stretched out, and his elongating feet arched upwards to support his new height. His pants rode up to his knees, became white and turned into some kind of stretchy material. Ultimately, he cried out a deep moan as his dick girthed up and stretched to an impressive 8 inches, making him cum on the spot.
Tyler remained there for a few seconds, his head down, a dumb, sweaty, panting, 6’3 buffed up jock in white stretchy pants that showed his muscly ass and thighs. After catching his breath for a bit and letting his dick soften up, the athlete lifted his head up, looking down below the bench, not noticing the new white and red wristbands he was wearing, and saw his football and a cap he recognized as his. He picked up the first and put the second on backwards, then leaned on the bench to cool down further. When he was done fully catching his breath, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
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Tyler is now a senior in college. At 21 years old, 6’3 and 240 pounds, the star player of the football team feared no intimidation or bullying. As for friends, he was the one choosing who to decline, as he was one of the most popular guys in school.
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Bobby and Rexx have a pretty good relationship where Bobby fills his role as the goofy submissive, Rexx does his thing being the dominant man of the couple.
The boys had met each other year and a half back online and it was an instant match. The first date turned at the end into a sleepover and bobby moved out from his parents home within a month to stay with Rexx in his appartement.
Bobby admired the amount of dedication Rexx puts in his physique, he watched him slowly grow more muscular over the year.
Bobby loved his strong sexy man, he hair on his chest and veins covering some of his big muscles. Also the sexy chiseled jawline made Rexx quite a stud, Bobby loved the sex. Being taken by him and his strong sweaty body and hard tiny dick was amazing. Always falling asleep in his arms after with his load still dripping out your hole.
At a certain day the subject arose of how Bobby, stayed fit while eating the most onhealthy stuff and never lifted a weight in hid life. Bobby decided to tell him the truth, as Bobby told him he was a pred and got like this when he had slurped his ex boyfriend down his shaft into his balls. Rexx was completely flabbergasted, he had been living with a pred all those times. Rexx heard stories about guys that consumed men and grew without any problem. Rexx asked many questions until one arose if he would do it again for Rexx.
Bobby never thought about taking another prey down his cock but for Rexx he would. Rexx would arrange everything and the week after he came home with a cute guy.
Rexx introduced Blake to Bobby. You knew this was one of the few guys Rexx dated before you and stayed friends. Bobby’s cock started to throb a little as he could sense Blake was prey. Bobby asked Blake if he knew what was gonna happen and Blake responded that he wants nothing less. Blake, Bobby and Rexx went to the bedroom as they all undressed and touched each other’s body. Bobby’s dick started to grow way past normal sized as Rexx stepped out of the bed to watch the whole scene.
Blake held the growing meat in his hands and started licking the slit as the entire dick grew to the size of a small toddler. Then like a snake to its prey the dick lunged to Blake’s head and the slit opened up and took down Blake’s entire head. Bobby could feel Blake slowly getting sucked in deeper as more precum, sweat and spit lubricated his inside. Bobby had forgotten how great it felt and enjoyed every second of it as Blake could hardly breath inside Bobby’s cock. At some point Blake was completely sucked in and was heading down to his final and last resting place. Bobby’s dick had to be 9 feet long as his balls inflated as Blake entered them. Rexx watched as Bobby’s right testical had the shape and size of a tight squeezed human being.
Rexx knew what was gonna happen, Bobby had explained that he was gonna be churned down and after that will slowly be used to improve his Bobby to a better and improved being. Rexx his plan was to suck Bobby dry before the last stage and take that sweet churned man all for him self. That was why Blake was willing to be forever with his used to be lover.
Bobby felt Blake moving inside his balls which was driving him crazy to orgasmic levels. His other testical was slowly gaining size as he felt the churned Blake was getting equally distributed In his balls.
Rexx suddenly hang on Bobby’s dick, as it had shrunken down to a more manageable size when Blake got into his balls. Blake had completely been churned down as Bobby’s balls were equally in size and roundness filled with sweet Blake. It been way too much for little Bobby to take as he came, Rexx readied himself and swallowed every shot that came out Bobby. The warm thick ropes Rexx greedily took as Bobby had the best orgasm ever.
Bobby had to lay down as the last few drops shot down Rexx his throat. Bobby looked at his lover and saw him all bloated as he lay down next to Bobby. As Bobby and Rexx started to kiss both of them could feel Rexx face changing his jaw became even more chiseled as it sprouted a thick beard over it. His bloated belly slowly turned back to a tight strong sixpack. While this happened his whole body grew a few inches in height and packed on the little few pounds of muscle Blake had.
If Bobby hadn’t seen the changes for himself he would not recognize his Rexx. Rexx on the other hand was amazed by his whole growth. He had this energy inside him, he had to fuck right now. Rexx asked if Bobby was in the mood, his voice had gotten much lower too. Only before Bobby could answer Rexx took him by the hips spinned him down ass up and started eating it out. Rexx had also gotten quite the growth in his dick as he got hard and leaked pre already. He didn’t think twice and plunged his bare dick inside Bobby. Bobby could notice the increase in girth immediately as he embraced for the pounding he was about to endure. Rexx pushed his dick all the way down and back as he readied himself to fuck his boys brain out.
At some point Rexx had Bobby pulled close to him while deep fuckinh his ass. He asked if Bobby liked the new him, to which Bobby replied he did very much. Rexx asked then how he would think to step up their game and do it again, while Rexx gave one deep thrust and came inside Bobby. They both lay down and Bobby rested on his sexy muscles top, felt his muscles and answered for you anything baby as he gave a kiss and both fell asleep.
Three weeks later
The relationship of Bobby and Rexx had gotten exponentially better. Rexx had gotten a few promotions and earned twice what he did before. The sex had also doubled as he worked from home more.
Bobby came home after visiting his parents when he found Rexx with a huge grin on his face. Rexx started with a kiss and then told he had found a couple willing that is willing to be consumed by a pred. The couple was waiting upstairs for Bobby.
Bobby got to bedroom and saw two prime studs standing there butt naked. They had amazing physiques and Bobby’s mind went to thinking how much bigger his Rexx could become with them. Without realizing both boys were all hands on him as he could not control his own dick from rapidly expanding.
Bobby enjoyed having this much attention from the hunks as they worshipped his ever growing dick. Precum streamed down from the slit intoxicating the darker skinned hunk as he tasted it. Bobby saw him giving a kiss to his boyfriend and then placed his feet into the slit as he pushed himself down the cock. The light skinned hunk kissed Bobby as he let his boyfriend suck hard dick. Bobby saw him face fucking his first prey as he moved up closer and closer as he thrust the guy deeper into Bobby’s cock.
At one point Bobby could feel his slit was getting fucked at that point Bobby realized he had completely swallowed the cute guy. The guy in front of you was wet of sweat and never stopped making out with Bobby. He tasted as delicious as he looked. He told him he should go after his boyfriend quickly and with that he pushed his head and pushed himself inside as quickly as he could. Within moment that moment his testicals held each one hunk. Bobby could feel both guys moving in his balls as they became tightly packed inside them. Rexx had been watching from the door to the whole spectacle waiting for is queue and this was approaching fast. Rexx saw Bobby being in a total bliss from everything that was happening. The hunks in his balls were rapidly turned into cum as his balls lost the man shape and more a filled waterballoon. Rexx dived on Bobby once more swallowing every drop from his unconscious boyfriend. It had been too much for Bobby to handle...
Rexx was digesting the cum rapidly. He grew in size to an astounding height of 7 feet atleast. His arms packed on size like an inflating balloon as thick veins coiled around them. The bloated belly disappeared and abs like a cobblestone wall showed instead. The body hair sprouted everywhere which felt a bit over kill, but he got hotter with each passing second. The last thing that changed was his dick, as it grew longer and thicker even on the massive body Rexx had it looked insane hanging till his knees. A good shaving was in order...
Bobby had woken up as he froze as he layed eyes upon the giant that stood in front of him. Rexx? Asked Bobby to which the giant lifted him up and responded it is husband for you. His voice was so deep it made Bobby all weak in his knees. Rexx grabbed the rings while holding his boy over his shoulder. Rexx asked will you be mine forever ? Bobby nodded as he put on the ring and was lifted off his feet once more by his giant for he was gonna feel the power and horniness of four men combined... life is good Bobby thought.
I always had a great body, but after merging with the school top athlete I reached new levels and became the new top athlete.
It all started when I saw him in town. His great looks and his big arms were a sight to see. I was on my way to the mall to buy some new workout gear and that’s when I saw him walking to the mall too.
I decided to enjoy my view and kept walking slowly behind him. His beautiful bubble butt moved from side to side and his thighs were completely stretching his shorts. The more I watched the hornier and harder I got. When we arrived at the mall I was in a trace and he had noticed me following him with a hard-on. He was grinning and kept walking deeper in the mall and went down to the parking area beneath the mall.
When I got there he went into the public restroom which was completely covered with graffiti. When I got in I heard a voice take the left one and I got in. There I saw a hole in the wall to the next one and right then and there a big but soft dick poked through. I held it in my hands, it was thick and heavy and noticed the slight growth that was occurring.
There I was in a locked toilet a hunk next to me. I took my chance and started sucking, licking and stroking the growing boner. In moments I had it rock hard and leaking precum. He told me to place my ass on it and I did. I went down on him slowly, I could feel his precum lubing my ass. I got him completely in me as he slammed himself deeper and the wall between us rattled from the power he gave with it. I enjoyed him being so deep and moved against him pushing down on his cock making the thrusts even deeper and harder. I was in a total trance I wanted this hunk deep inside me so bad, he had to be as deep as he could get. I had never imagined my wish would come true.
His cock had became part of my as well, his nerve endings had merged with mine as the pleasure we both had doubled. I had to keep going and so did he. I didn’t know yet what was happening on the otherside and didn’t notice myself changing. Every moment I grew a little bit as he shrunk down. He was slowly sinking in to himself as everything went through the hole Into me. His head was first to disappear and with all that his mind became mine. I knew every training he had and every book he read for school. On the other side was a receding headless body still going at it. I felt stronger and pushed harder back, but on his side the thrusting became softer. I just could not stop,
At some point he got out of me or atleast I lost all feeling of being filled. I had to catch my breath as I got out he wasn’t there or atleast the toilet was still locked. I called out to no response as I left, my were extremely tight around my butt and thighs. It took me a full hour to realise how much I had grown.
At that point I knew what happened, I could see him back in me. His big arms were mine, his legs now mine and everything else he once was has become my own.
You see, you can work as hard as you want as much as you want. Only to be taken by someone else
Stefan jabbed the experimental syringe in his leg the moment it was done. He had successfully created a virus to rapidly change genes. Earlier he tested it on a mouse, he watched as subject A swallowed subject B whole. The digestion was as sight to see as subject A changed and shifted. When comparing the genes, physical and mental state of subject A it used subject B to improve itself. The perfect pred genes and now the virus rapidly is making Stefan a pred.
After a few hours Stefan had become a real pred and he could feel it. His first target will be his ex Ryan. They broke up but kept staying friends, or more with benefits. Stefan told he had a breakthrough and wanted some juice to which Ryan would always oblige to.
In his apartment was messy as always and both of the boys went to the couch. Ryan has a perfect body, juicy muscled body, a nice thick hard cock. Stefan licked Ryan’s body down to his precum leaking cock, with one swoop Stefan took it balls deep sucking it so good Ryan begged take him back as he emptied his balls down Stefan’s throat.
Stefan swallowed everything and stood up, looking in Ryan’s eyes and said he needed him back. A kiss turned into a mad making out session when Ryan’s world turned dark and wet. Stefan had his jaw unhinged and had Ryan’s head inside is mouth and slowly started to swallow it deeper down his throat. Ryan was thrashing around in fear, it was pointless now he got his prey his fate was sealed. Ryan had no fight left after a while completely exhausted Stefan pushed him deeper and his throat sucked him deeper. The cum he shot earlier coated the walls inside and with that Ryan slid up to his waist in Stefan.
A stretched out belly Stefan had to lay down as he rubbed his stomach. It gurgled as digestion started. Ryan’s muscles fed stefans as they grew bigger. Ryan’s memories flooded stefans mind as he gained his intelligence. The ballooned out belly flattened behind the tight abs Ryan always flaunted. While playing with his cock it grew past it’s regular size and width. When Stefan saw himself in the mirror he knew what he wanted. He needed to find another young but very muscular guy with a perfect jaw and shoulders.
The place where he could find men like that was obvious. The gym... Stefan took clothes from Ryan as they stretched near limitation on his muscular physique. Like a hyena he cautiously entered a public gym and watched all types of potential prey. His eyes fell on a young boy, he was younger than 20 for sure. Stefan saw this kid was huge, twice as muscular as Ryan was and was hot too. Stefan’s stomach growled on the thought he was gonna be next.
Stalking his prey Stefan moved closer and closer waiting for the right moment. He didn’t have much time or he might get seen while he is swallowing him whole. He had to be fast. He was pumped up covered in sweat and lifted so much weight, he might be juicing like crazy Stefan thought to himself. Juicing and peak levels of testosterone is making him huge. Stefan’s jaw unhinged again getting ready for the attack.
As he got up again from the bench Stefan dived into him. His whole head was past Stefan’s throat muffling any screams he made. He was so insanely broad with his boulder shoulders if he was not sweaty it might have never went in. Swallowing like crazy and pushing him deep in the hungering dark helped. Within a minute he hunk was packed tightly behind strong abs which now bulged out because of the huge mass ready to digest.
He could feel his prey slowly dissolve into himself as Stefan’s whole body thickened with pure muscle. His bones strengthened themselves to accommodate the new found mass of muscle. His face shifted as it became much more manly. A burst of energy shot through him as testosterone levels kept rising as his balls and dick kept growing as they fed on the nutrients of his prey. His stomach growled when it was empty once more.
The results were amazing. A thick shelf like chest, boulder sized shoulders, squared chiseled jawline, cobblestone abs, and arms and legs thicker than tree trunks. This is a nice shape to start with as he decided to sell his serum to all that Pays enough.
While Josh worked out his perfect bttm butt. Hungry alpha eyes hungered for his booty. Josh pushed more weight than ever as he saw in the corner of his eyes someone watching him.
Josh ignored the creep and kept doing his workout. Next up the hip thrusters. This move is a perfect exercise to make those cheeks even more plump. Now Josh noticed the guy again staring at him, closer than before he could see this guy did look pretty good and big.
Josh stared at the creep and checked him out from top to bottom. He wasn’t that bad actually as Josh though several fuck positions with him. Josh walked up and asked if this creep could spot him with squatting. Josh could smell the testosterone coming from him as he introduced himself as Rex.
Rex stood right behind Josh as he squats with a barbel stacked with weights. Both boys could not hide their growing cocks as Josh kept showing off his amazing ass. Each om them was having a different intention of what would happen next, they entered the lockers when Rex went for it and grabbed Josh his ass. Clothes went out when they both moved in a private lockable room. Josh got pushed against the wall as his cheeks pushed apart and Rex had his face buried between them. His tongue moved across his hole and penetrated it too, the rim job he got there felt like heaven.
Rex had this guy in the pocket, all control as he pulled his big hard cock out and pushed it slowly and deep in Josh. Josh got fucked while he stood, stuck between a big cock and a wall there was nothing he could do than take the pounding. Rex was actually doing a pretty good job as he hit the good spots inside Josh. Rex got sweatier and Josh loved the smell of it. One big moan and a big push as Josh felt a surge of warm cum filling him. They kissed as Josh felt the tensed up muscles of the guy he just met and fucked with. They are so big and he is such a man!
Their tongues merged together as they made out. Their nerves now connected they both could feel what the other felt. The immense pleasure made the big guy unaware they were stuck to each other and more and more sinked of him sinked into the boy he filled with his load. They fell to the ground which only made the merging happen faster. There was now only one body on the floor and a big torso and head still popping out of josh. It didn’t take long before it completely sinked and merged with josh.
Like an explosion every part of josh changed. His shoulders widened and turned into bigger boulder like shape. His traps grew higher with his neck. Veins moved across his body to feed his muscles as they also ballooned out to match the size of Rex. The mental state of josh changed as he felt no longer the need or interest to be a submissive bottom. He wouldn’t mind but preferred to top more now. Instead of going home he felt like testing his new found strength as he went back in the gym.
In the gym josh his eyes fell on a very attractive guy. He worked out without a shirt and his body is just perfect. Josh went to him and they quickly had gotten an intense interest in each other. This boy suddenly grabbed josh his cock to feel the size of it. It was a good thing it had gotten much bigger after Rex.
Josh proposed to take a sauna together as both boys agreed and went for it.
In the sauna Dennis ( the boy his name ) made quick work of getting Josh his big soft cock out of his pants and in his mouth. Josh held dennis his head and moved it up and down his growing cock. It became bigger and bigger as it barely started to fit in dennis his mouth. The girth it had was unbelievable as Josh could not believe it himself he pulled out his monster cock. Fully hard it probably is 12 inches long and thick like a beer can.
Josh needed to use this weapon and dennis needed his ass used. With enough precum and spit Dennis his ass got lubed up good. Josh made one strong thrust and he was inside dennis. He told him there was no going back now as he pushed himself deeper inside. He started slowly pulling back out and in as the tempo and movements increased. Josh was going all the way out and back in with brutal force. Unwillingly he came a few times inside Dennis and josh could see dennis had already shot a load himself. He begged to swallow a load as josh felt one coming he pulled out and turned dennis towards him ready to swallow the coming load.
Josh came as he roared loud like thunder and a huge amount of cum pumped down his shaft into Dennis. When there was nothing left to give josh pulled out coming back to himself. When suddenly he cocked grew bigger in size once more it had gotten much more girth like the size of his leg as it lunches for Dennis his head. Like an anaconda it completely embraced dennis his head and moved himself down his head towards the shoulders.
Josh watched as his cock swallowed Dennis slowly. Josh felt Dennis struggle as he moved down his shaft deeper and deeper towards his balls. When dennis finally reached his balls it became one huge man shaped form. Dennis pushed against the walls as his hands were visible on the flesh.
The pressure in his balls increased as where Dennis was started decreasing in size. Josh felt like it was compressing dennis as it happened josh felt his size increase. He felt a power coming over him he could not describe. The nourishment of this prime hunk left a positive powerful engergy which motivated josh to do another training today.
He saw himself in the mirror being more manly than ever before, bigger and sexier. The outline of his hefty cock visible as he moved more and heavier weight than before. Josh felt like an alpha male deserving the best asses any twink can offer him.
Joey is the cutest boy on most guys ever lay eyes upon. He is the embodiment of a twink and recently came out as gay. This wasn’t a surprise to most as you could see that from a mile away. He has not much manly features. This is an advantage for Joey he is actually desired by many alpha males he had met. Although he is a virgin, he had a taste for dick. The football captain, the math teacher, and some other students and working men. They had all one thing in common. They all are alpha males.
Joey had been using the app Grindr for a short time and been to a few dates, none ended in having his guts rearranged. His dates usually were more getting to know each other, then a come over and fuck my brains out date. He wanted his first to be good, someone that can really dominate him.
Few weeks after Joey had chatted with lots of guys, but none are worth to be pop his cherry. He decided to take a premium account so he could filter out the unworthy. After Joey set his filters he gasped as one caught his eyes immediately, Joey felt an instant desire and knew he found his top. He thought about what to say first, only to feel his phone buzz and he already messages him. So simple yet it got Joey aroused, how two letters can bring such joy ( he said hi ).
The guys name is Brody and they are mutually interested in each other. Joey promised to let Brody take his virginity and Brody promised to save himself until he gets his hands on Joey, saving his load and increasing his lust to fuck.
One week later Joey took the train on his way to Brody. He lived a bit far, but the travel would be totally worth it. He had seen lots of pictures Brody sent him, he is perfect.
When Joey arrived at his house, actually a appartement he opened his door as Brody expected Joey to stand there. Brody already had no on shirt and was wearing the cutest trousers. Brody smelled fresh as he recently got out of the shower. The place looked a bit messy, but Joey expected it would be. They had a little small talk and drinks. Somewhat later Brody stood up and took a blue pill, he said to Joey he would need it to keep and make his cock really hard. He then went to a cabinet and took some white powder and put it in his drink. He swallowed both, the other stuff is creatine. I use it for workouts so my body doesn’t tire. Brody winked, I promised to make it a good one. Brody took place next to Joey, and continued to have small talk for a short while.
Joey started to notice Brody his bulge showing through his pants, the effects of the drug are taking place. Brody caught his glance and moved in for a kiss, his tong immediately went in joeys mouth. They frenched kissed and Joey touched Brody’s body. Joey felt those thick muscles as Brody flexed where he touched. Brody asked if Joey is ready for it and he nodded, with a good swoop Brody lifted Joey and carried him to the bedroom. He placed him on a chair and grabbed a rope.
Come on lay down, as Joey lay down his hands tied on his back his face in the matras and his crotch lifted up with a pillow beneath. Joey lay there when Brody dived with his face between his cheeks. He licked and fingered the virgin hole, preparing it. Joey tastes amazing Brody thought, Joey moaned faintly as two big fingers entered his tight hole. Joey felt the fingers move and turn, massaging his prostate like he never could.
Brody climbed on bed, he sat on his knees. He already dropped his pants earlier. Brody hasn’t been this hard in months, he slowly pushed his cock in Joey’s mouth. The first three inches he took easily, licking and sucking the head of Brody’s big cock. All Brody wanted is the other 6.5 inches down joeys throat. Joey struggled as he was forced taking this hard big cock deeper and deeper. He learned quickly and at last his chin touched those trimmed balls. He looked up to see a camera capturing the moment. Joey immediately got to endure a little face fuck.
Brody pulled out his cock, he said to Joey he is really loving it so far and his cock had never been this hard. It is definitely a two digits cock, but with all this blood in it has a very good girth as well. Brody took the lube and a condom, he splattered some on joeys hole and a bit on his cock. He then wrapped his cock in the condoom and coated it with more lube. He sat on his knees and aligned his cock with joeys ass. He moved his cock around the edge before slowly going in, Brody felt joeys ass stretching to allow the invading meat to enter deeper. This amazing tight ass took the entire cock balls deep, Brody stayed there for a moment to make sure Joey is used to it. Brody asked if Joey wants to continue, Joey responded in a small moan take me.
Brody repositioned himself slowly moving his cock out and back in joey. The pace increased with every push, then primal instinct took over. Brody moved his hands on joeys back, where the hands are tied. Brody started to really fuck Joey, plowing his ass like crazy. Joey could only accept this relentless assault on his ass. He could only think about how he asked for all this, his prostate received the attention he craved. Joey shot is load within the first minute and now only had orgasmic spasms. The downside of this was his ass clenching around brody’s cock making it even a tighter hole to fuck. The sweat dripped on joeys body in the corner of joeys eyes he saw the time 21:20 before he had another orgasm and lost himself in the pleasure.
Brody enjoyed fucking this little twink, he wanted to remember and log this fuck. He pulled Joey up in and placed him in doggy position. His face still down because he had nothing to keep him up, but Brody already pulled him down on his cock. With one hand he held joeys tied hands and used them to pull Joey to him only to be bounced back with every thrust. The other hand Brody filmed his cock going in and out of joey, he called out to let Joey tell how it feels and who is daddy is. Joey could barely speak but said exactly what Brody wanted to hear. He threw away the phone and grabbed joeys shoulders with both arms, he went berserk on his ass. The clapping sounds of his legs slamming against joeys butt echoed throughout the room. Brody’s body glistening in sweat he could not hold his orgasm for much longer. He then suddenly pulled out flipped Joey around, the condom he pulled off and plunged his cock in joeys throat. Brody had both hands on joeys face keeping him in place, when Brody’s cum rushed down joeys throat and filled his stomach.
Brody still hard asked if he could go in bare, Joey nodded and embraced the hard cock entering. Both boys felt the difference between a bare cock in a good hole. Brody completely exhausted lay down on his back and let Joey ride him. Brody closed his eyes and enjoyed the treat he is given by the little boy. This time Joey had a whole different feeling than he had before he got a cock up his ass. His ass clenched around that big cock real tight and Joey felt something filling him, he assumed it was another load from Brody.
Joey had both hands on Brody’s massive pecs only now he noticed they were shrinking. It wasn’t the only think shrinking from Brody. His broad back and Boulder shoulders are reducing in size too. The big man started to look smaller, as well as the hard cock inside joey. He could swear it had been deeper moments ago. Brody felt the weight on his body increasing and became too heavy and discomforting. He watched to see his cute boyish twink grow bigger and more massive. Each of them didn’t notice that themself were changing until Brody commented on joeys ever growing cock.
Joey had stolen enough muscle to over power Brody, yet Brody when Brody found out he lost lots of his size he didn’t seem te care all that much. He desired to get fucked suddenly, he hungered for that cock Joey had. Joey saw the hunger in his eyes and wanted make this boy feel a mans cock. He flipped Brody and had him doggy position. He grabbed both Brody’s hands and pulled Brody towards him. Joey fucked Brody hard, pulling him in and pushing away with the sheer force of his thrusts. The onslaught on Brody’s ass was not the only thing happening. Brody was still losing mass and losing all his manly features, while Joey gained those. At one point there wasn’t any more to give, but it didn’t stop. Brody started to shrivel and his mind fading away. When Joey came inside Brody there wasn’t much reaction from Brody anymore. There he lay broken, shriveled and mindless. Joey scared when he realized what he did and ran. The door slammed behind him, Brody turned to dust and faded out of existence.
Joey on the other hand could finally live, his new found power and attitude he has asses to his choosing. He fucked like a beast and broke all his bttms in pleasure with his massive cock. He always wrapped it in a magnum condom.
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It would be his first ever bottom experience, Georgie was insanely horny yet scared for what is about to happen. He had found his first discreet top, a local gymrat that wants to pop his cherry.
Georgie’s hair is blonde, not a gram of muscle on his frame and all the fat he has is on his ass. A few minutes before the guy would come over the doorbell rang. He is early, Georgie opened it and there he was that big hunk. He got in the house as they moved into the living room.
Georgie’s parents were out of town so nobody would disturb them. They sat down but it almost immediately went perfect, his big arms on Georgie as he made out with him. Their tongues swirling around each other as Georgie gently started to move his hand on the big hunks meat.
A big outline showed exactly how big it had gotten and is slowly snaking upward as it grows hard. Georgie pulled his shorts down revealing that perfect hardening meat. A small drip of pre at the tip of it leaking out. Georgie licked it up, it tasted sweet like honey. He started sucking on it, taking it deeper and deeper down his throat. The big hunk took hold of Georgie’s head forcing him up and down, also holding him all the way down his meat. Georgie nearly choked as the big guy released him to catch a breath to do it all over again and again and again.
He then flipped Georgie around, pulled away his clothes revealing his pink tight hole. He aligned his throat slime covered pole with it and firmly pushed it in, slowly going deeper and deeper. Georgie felt being split in two as this hunk made him take it all. The big hunk had a tight grip on his hips as he firmly started f*cking his ass. Georgie struggled as he still needed to get used to it. He could feel the big rod getting bigger inside him, becoming even harder while he was just taking it balls deep with every thrust.
The hunk is twice the size of Georgie and he is pounding him relentlessly for at least a good solid 15 minutes. Loud primal grunts escaping his mouth and sweat dripping from him on Georgie. Then it hit, Georgie had his first anal orgasm. His hole tightened and sucked the meat inside. At first the hunk really loved what was happening so much he unloaded his balls deep in him. Only it didn’t end, as Georgie’s hole kept draining him. Everything started to change the hunk his whole insides becoming liquid just to be transferred into Georgie. His muscles, bones and mind all pumping in Georgie’s hungering hole. Unable to fight it, and happening so fast that his last moment was an insane orgasm and then all of him left is a sack of skin. Everything Georgie drained rapidly got consumed by his body, changing him. His massive belly shrinking down, as his whole body bulged, trembled and grew. At one point the belly became a sixpack as the changes stopped. Georgie looked at himself in total awe, a total stud looking at him.
The next day Georgie went in the gym, he ran a few miles on the treadmill without a sweat. He lifted five times more than he used to. After a while he replaced his profile pics with his new found self. He saw one of the biggest guys that never replied to him looking at his profile. Few moments later his first message, came in. He wrote that he looked pretty fit, and asked what Georgie is into. Georgie replied he loved being dominated by a big strong man, with a even bigger meat. The profile then shared his album, a massive behemoth flexing his body and later a full mast picture of his pole. It is around the 10 inches for sure, and also a video where I completely ravaged a bttms tight hole ending in a big load dripping out.
He asked if Georgie wants it, to which they made plans to come straight over. Georgie was there as soon as he could. The guy opened the door only with a towel around his waist, freshly showered for him. Georgie entered his place and began mauling each other right when the door closed. The big man told Georgie he haven’t had such a cute handsome guy in years. Georgie replied he haven’t seen a man with such a big tool, to which he smirked.
I hope you can take every inch of it boy. He reached at his hard meat pulling it out revealing his massive shaft. He looked at Georgie and told him to have at it. He licked, touched, rubbed and sucked it like a new toy. It got very slick, dripping wet with pre and throat slime. While this happened his own ass was getting roughly groped. A big slap at one point indicating foreplay is over. Sit on it he commanded, facing towards me boy. Georgie got on him, easily hovering on above the massive pole as the guy nudged him down on it. Georgie could feel it slowly entering him as he lowered himself. Look at me the guy said, as his hands made sure he slowly lowered on his lab getting that pole deeper and deeper. When he went through that second hole inside Georgie, Georgie could not hold back a painful moan. The guy told him he is almost there and he is doing a perfect job. He had only one inch to go, a big breath and Georgie just dropped himself down to take it all. I moan or soft scream and he froze to just get adjusted to the massive meat in his hole rearranging his guts.
The guy lifted Georgie up and back down, he looked him in the eyes. Tears in the corner of Georgie, he told him he is doing amazing. Any pain would be gone in a short while once he get used to it. He told him that’s the curse of having a 11 inch pole in length and 8 inch in girth. Once you get through the pain pleasure will definitely be yours he said. Just let me know when you get there, your hole feels so insanely good.
After a while Georgie looked in his eyes and nodded, I’m ready sir he said. A big smile on him appeared and he said wonderful then you are my boy at last. He lifted Georgie up from his pole, laying him flat on his stomach and crawled on top. Shoving his hard meat in him again and then started really doing some work with it. Georgie could not move away, the muscled hunk on top of him, his hands locked with his. He moaned like a little school girl as the pace increases every thrust. It progressed into a rough pounding, feeling the whole bed move with him. Georgie covered in the sweat from this big man.
He later flipped Georgie around, his legs on his broad shoulders. He said: I just love to see that handsome face when it’s taking my meat all the way, look at that pretty open hole, just gaping to be filled again by my big pole. Georgie had his toes curling from pleasure, edging close to an insane anal orgasm. It did not go unnoticed, the massive behemoth told him he is really getting close as well.
He went really hard on Georgie, pounding him like a machine to end in a savage roar. Georgie felt his insides being flooded with his hot seed. The big guy collapsed on him, as his hard big meat plugged his hole sealed as it just kept twitching and pumping more into Georgie. Georgie could feel the size of the guy leaving his body, thinking this could take a while cause this man is enormous. A titan of a man, slowly drained into Georgie’s hungering hole. The size of his arms are getting really noticeable, no visible veins of bulges as they had in the beginning. His boulder shoulders becoming mere pebbles. Georgie felt it easier to breath as the weight on top of him decreased with each second. Georgie didn’t want to move much, afraid it would unplug him from his hole. Georgie closed his eyes to just let it happen, enjoying in the steady growth he felt and the great orgasm he had.
When he opened his eyes there was nothing left of the big guy, he stood up and moved himself towards the wardrobe to pull on some clothes. His weight drastically has increased that makes walking a bit funny. He looked down and noticed how he now had a thick long hose hanging with two big orange sized balls hanging low. His body has changed, he looked massive, a very handsome alpha male, big muscles everywhere and the body hair covering his whole frame.
It would be the last time he would use his hole to drain someone, or atleast for a while until he wants to be bigger. It’s time to use this pole myself on some pretty boys.
I asked my boyfriend Alex to sent me a picture of himself after every gym session. I wanted it to keep him motivated to show him how big and strong he has gotten over time.
He had been talking about changing his nutrition for better results, he had been talking to a personal trainer that he has the genes for it. He told me that trainer is a massive hunk. So it had to be legit, today would be his first training session.
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Alex got to the personal trainer he spoken to and he said. “Dude! It’s great you made it. I almost though you chickened out!” Alex told him that he really was inspired about the prospect of him growing bigger like he said. The trainer took Alex upstairs into the private rooms where they usually do intake conversations and body measuring tests.
In the gym, the personal trainer took measurements. Standing at 6.0 feet, he weighed in at 190 pounds, complementing his height and indicating a balance of muscle and lean mass. His arms measured 16 inches in circumference, his neck 17 inches, and his legs 24 inches, all indicative of his progress and dedication to his fitness goals. The trainer then took hold Alex his jaw, opening his mouth completely. Inspecting it as it seems.
Good let’s sit down, the trainer said and continued. You might not have known Alex, but you seem to have the pred gene. It’s dormant now, but I felt you are one like me. Didn’t your father explain this to you when you were younger? Alex looked at him, he never knew his father. The trainer apologized, and told him that explains it.
Alex confused and asked with he means with this all, the trainer smiled. He then explained it, we preds are somewhat superior beings compared to most here. You see, we can achieve amazing physiques and rewrite even our own genetic code from the building blocks of what we consume. Did you think I just was born with this face and size? No I have consumed so many willing men, I turned into who I am now. Here look I filmed my last meal just for this session. Alex watched the video, he could see how a barely legal boy letting himself being devoured by the trainer, swallowed whole. The trainer said to Alex this is who he is meant to be, only the dormant gene needs to be awakened. Alex enthralled by the prospect of becoming bigger, desired nothing more. Alex told the trainer he wanted to awaken his true self. A devious smile appeared on the trainer his face, he pulled down his pants revealing a thick, long and bushy cock. You better start sucking then, the trainer said.
Alex took hold of that massive soft cock, took it in his mouth and did his very best to please the trainer. He moaned as he told Alex after he tasted the sweet cum formed from the final remains of that twink, phase 2 can start with his first prey. Alex had his throat stuffed, he tried his best to keep that engorging meat deep in his throat. The trainer could feel his balls pulling up to empty themselves, two seconds later he grabbed Alex his head and kept it forced against his crotch as he was pumping his seed down his throat.
Alex indeed could feel the immediate effect of it all, his jaw hurting. His stomach feeling warm, his throat sore as well. His whole body was shifting to swallow his prey whole. He felt a burning sensation in his balls. He looked at the trainer as he pulled his still rock hard cock from his throat, let’s start phase two he said. He yelled you can come now, as the door opened and in walked another man.
He looked fit and handsome too, he took his place on his knees in front of the trainer and started to suck it his cock. The trainer looked at Alex, this is first perk of your pred genes. Your precum or cum is s very potent neuro-toxin, it numbs non-preds mind. It leaves them in a orgasmic trance like state, their mind is taken over to just serve and obey. They still feel everything, but pleasure is increasingly more heightened. To them you are like a sex god, look.
Alex looked as the trainer, shoved his whole cock inside the muscled man’s ass. His eyes showed s bliss and he moaned loudly, thanking for having that dick inside him.
You try, put yours on his mouth and let him suck you. Alex let his below average hard cock out and was amazed with the small puddle of pre that already leaked from his cock. The trainer laughed, yeah you probably gonna stain all your underwear, it will leak like a faucet at the slight thought of sex, and will be oozing during. Alex then shoved his cock in that mouth and had a great blowjob. The muscled jock in a total bliss, receiving cock in both ends, Alex nutted deep in his throat just like the trainer pumped a load deep in his ass. The trainer walked now up to Alex and told him to open his mouth, as Alex did he said now wider. Focus on opening it further up, Alex didn’t know what do so really, but listened. Then he could feel a slight shift as his jaws unlocked and he opened his mouth even wider. The trainer took hold of the jock, lifted him up and aimed the head towards the gaping jaws of Alex. The trainer said, head first is the easiest. When the head entered his mouth, the trainer told him to swallow and keep swallowing until it’s gone. The jock slowly got sucked deeper and deeper into the throat and stomach of Alex. Each swallow pulled him further in. At some point he had two dangling legs coming from his mouth as he slurped them up. His belly looked grotesque, a weird insane curled up man shape showing. The trainer stood behind Alex, he rubbed his stomach and told him to tighten his abs. They should be strong enough to contain it mostly. They got in front of a mirror, and Alex saw his somewhat flat body return as he kept tightening his abs. Alex could feel the resistance and screaming inside is stomach, the trainer nodded. Then said the toxins must be out of his system, too late anyways.
The trainer stood behind Alex, telling him what is happening in his body right now. That jock is currently being digested in your stomach, you already squeezed his body into a tight space. Soon he start to melt in your stomach, that precious churned jock will travel down into your guts as it will be absorbed by your body. His muscled and proteins feeding your own, his bones strengthening and making you grow taller, his balls merging with yours to make them store more and produce more. The flesh of his dick added to yours too. Everything has its use, you will be better looking as your dna will take out the best bits of him to incorporate it with you.
Well I’m hungry too, we will arrange a next session soon. Just to have you getting on your own feet with hunting solo.
Alex just stared at himself as he felt everything happening as the trainer said. His body was growing and changing, he took a picture once it all ended and sent it as always to his boyfriend.
I received the image, my jaw dropped as he looked so massive. I texted him, he should be cumming over here right this instant. I wanted him on top now, he looked so sexy.
I waited in our bed, I just presented my hole to the door ready for my Alex. I could hear him walk in, dropping his bag and I immediately felt his face between my cheeks. I could feel his beard, rubbing against it as his tongue licked my hole. He stopped after a while, droppping his pants as I got myself ready to have his cock in me. The moment he did that, I was confused. This isn’t his dick, god it’s thicker and is it? Yes it is going way deeper in me. Just when I wondered if it is him, Alex told me my ass is tight for his big dick. It’s his voice, slightly deeper but my man’s.
Shortly after I felt it difficult to think, his thrusting felt more intense. I was moaning heavily as his cock reached deep and hit all the good spots. He changed position and now had me on my back, my legs on his shoulders. I was amazed with how he looked. Taller? Definitely more Muscled, and that slight stubble patchy beard is now a thick fur on his jaw. He got rough with me, started to fuck hard. My mind shut off, I became nothing but a moaning toy taking his pounding. I enjoyed every second of it. I had the best sex of my life, he came deep in me. He filled me up really good, it was so much cum it could fill a glass.
He collapsed next to me, I cuddled in his strong muscled arms. Praised his fucking, then complimented whatever he is doing in that gym with that trainer, keep doing it. It’s definitely working.
You walked in the elevator, a guy standing there with the most insane cut abs taking a picture of himself. He didn’t care, he just stood there as you checked out that body. You noticed a thick, long imprint on his grey joggers. He knew you were looking, he grabbed it and started shaking it. It was for sure his dick growing bigger and harder.
He motioned me to come closer and then he pulled his semi hard hung cock from his pants. I got on my knees, as he pushed me down and forced it immediately in my mouth. He pulled down his joggers to his knees, and kept his short lifted for me to see his perfect abs and powerful thick chest. He wore a helmet so I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know whose cock I had in my mouth.
I felt his cock getting fully erect, hard as steel and thicker than it was before he shoved it in my. He didn’t speak, but he just forced me to take it all the way. His big heavy low hanging balls hitting my chin as he face fucked me. His whole shaft down my throat I could hardly catch a breath. The taste of his dick leaking pre tasted salty yet also sweet as honey. The musky scent coming from his hairy bush covering his pubic area intoxicated me. He really skull fucked me hard, feeling his shaft moving in my throat, nearly choking I felt it throbbing. He groaned as I felt it throb again wildly as it blasted powerful jets of cum down my throat. He kept my head in place. It felt thick and the taste so sweet. He pulled his still hard shaft from my throat as the ding from the elevator sounded. He walked out without saying a word, leaving me on my knees and his seed in my stomach and mouth.
Four days later I came back from work, I stepped in the elevator. A big guy stepped in as well, when the door closed he said - “whattup slut” - confused I looked at him. “Maybe this you remember” he lifted his shirt up and I saw again those perfect abs. “A little cute fag like you is just what I need again. That pretty throat is probably nothing compared to that boy hole”, he continued: “come here” he flexed his big muscled arms as he pulled me closer. He groped my ass, slapped on it. He took my chin, ordered me to open my mouth. He spit straight away in my mouth and slapped it playfully.
“Come” he walked out and I followed him. Entering his place I noticed how disorganized and messy it looked. I saw clothes on the floor everywhere, he filled up a glass of water. I looked around as he gave it to me, ordering me to drink it. I gulped it down. We sat on the couch as he took his shirt off, I really liked his muscled body. I wanted to kiss him, but he directed me to his pecs. I kissed, licked and sucked on his nipples. He rubbed my head as he moaned softly. I started to feel really weak, lightheaded. I saw him however getting pumped up, his body looking like it got a decent pump. His short sprouting a massive tent.
“I gave you a pill to have those muscles relaxed, you gonna need it, I took something else. Keep me going, these balls are filled up. Last time I emptied them was in your mouth.”
He carried me to the bedroom, I moved my arms around his wide neck. When he threw me on the bed he straight away pulled me towards the edge. My legs being hold on the air, I felt him rubbing his big cock against my hole. He slowly penetrated me, it didn’t hurt at all. My hole just giving in and opening up for him. “Fuck, the drug works perfectly. You are taking my oversized alpha cock with ease. Taking my baseball bat sized meat. It’s so tight.”
I didn’t remember his cock this big, was he just having a semi last time. This is twice the size I had in my throat. When I looked down I could see shape of his cock moving as he thrusted in me. Too weak to do anything else I lay there taking his hard pounding. His muscled body looking so hot, I lay there moaning as he whored me out. He was loving how good my hole felt, until he suddenly stopped. “Fuck, you are just perfect for me. I bet you enjoy having a real alpha pounding you” I nodded. “I am taking another boost, fuck that safety crap” I looked as he walked away and picked up a pill and swallowed it down with some water. Right after he came back and went straight back to fucking me. “Yeah I got these amazing pills last week, alphazz. They turn you into the truest potential alpha male. I guess my potential is off the charts, this was my last one”. Still on my back I rode the waves of pleasure, his big cock throbbing inside me. It goes deeper than any cock has gotten before. My prostate assaulted with immense force. Staring at his perfect body I saw it changing before my eyes. His pecs enlarging, his whole body frame widening. My legs spread out as his shoulders broaden. He started roaring, that’s it. “You are mine now boy, watch me take my final and perfect form. When it’s done you will beg to be mine. Watch me change”.
I did just that, while he flexed and praised himself I saw him becoming bigger and hotter. Hair sprouting at all the right places, thick nice amount of fur covering his godlike physique. His jawline improving, now it could work as a snowplow so sharp. It as well got covered by a big fur, improving on his masculine features even more. His voice got noticeable deeper, when I definitely could feel my insides stretching even more. I watched as the shape of his cock inside my body enlarged.
He just then crawled on top of me, his musky manly scent of his furry chest invading my nose. He got himself on top of me, he began pumping again and with that my whole mind just shot off. It felt so good, I drooled and moaned. His face said it all. He loved what he had done to me, telling me I am now his little boy. His property, from now on I belong in his bed and take care of him. He said he is going to mark me as his own pretty soon, I knew he meant unloading those heavy balls. Heavy with thick fertile alpha cum, he pushed in all the way as the food gates opened. He pumped all he had in my guts. I felt it filling me, the warm seed of his. He left me gaping with his load leaking from me. Telling me that once I’m ready we will move my belongings to his place, and I’m gonna move in.
I did have a great physique, muscled and lean. Most men on Grindr swooning and throwing themselves at me. I would be lying if I didn’t had plenty of cock to choose from, but in the end most were just ugly or not my type. I needed a big powerful top, with a bigger cock and muscles to hold me down with. I would have loved to be a top, unfortunately I had the smallest balls and the tiniest cock compared to anyone I have ever met. My cock erect is barely two inches, u trained like a monster, as difficult as it is I gained little muscle. I have been training for 10 years and I look like I just joined the gym.
Been a long time since I dated someone my type, I just had some guys fucking my hole from the back, just because they were hung. Their big dick stretching my hole perfectly, I had the best orgasmes because of those huge monsters rubbing against my g-spot.
One day I saw his profile, barely few hundred meters from me. His body is huge, tall and muscled just as I liked them. His profile said he is a full top, into sub bttms that can handle the double digits. The moment I was reading it, the phone buzzed and it was him texting me. A simple hi, and a “into?” followed. He proceeded showing off some hot pics of himself.
I replied I look for a powerful dominant top, to use me like his little sub. He asked if I could come now, I told him I had to prepare first but am able to. He texted me his adres and within 30 minutes I got over to him.
He opened the door in just his shorts, he let me in and I already saw his cock showing through the shorts. I didn’t realize he was this big, standing tall at 7 feet and 290 lbs in weight. This hulking behemoth embraced me as soon as the door closed. He kissed me shortly before lifting me up and carried me as we kept kissing. My hands feeling his big muscled back.
He threw me on my back, and got on top of me. I grabbed his pecs as he moved his big paws across my body. He slowly took off my pants and underwear, as well as my shirt. He said I look very cute and proceeded with licking his finger and put it ih my hole. He added another one, he fingered my little hole, telling how tight it feels. When I reached out to feel his hard cock, which almost was bursting through his shorts he pulled it out. The thick huge meat was uncut, the moment he pulled it out and I saw the head of his dick looking incredibly thick and the rest of the shaft just as thick. He pulled me in closer, I opened my mouth and started sucking him. I pulled the skin back a bit, revealing those thick veins on it as well. He groaned as he pushed back, trying to go in deeper in my throat. The big man asked if I can handle it, his 10.5 inch monster. I looked him in the eyes, being honest i never tried this size before and didn’t know. He pulled something from the side of the bed, showing me a little bottle and telling me this will help.
I kept sucking on his meat, it barely bit in my mouth how thick it was. I think my fist had the same thickness. He played with my hole, I think he had four fingers in when he said it is time. He held the bottle in front of me, opened it up and ordered me to breath it in deep. I took one deep breath, he said to me good boy, I took another deep breath, he held it still before me as I took another deep breath. I felt funny, kinda dizzy as he said good boy one more. I did what he asked and did one more deep breath of it. He got on top of me, folded my legs and added a big glob of lube on my hole and covered his cock with more. Right after that he went in me, only I felt no pain. He easily went in, my hole just opening up, it feels so good as he went in deeper. The guy said that’s the bottle, opening you up and relaxing that pretty hole, amazing what poppers can do for a hung alpha like me.
He thrusted in whole cock in me, his huge balls slamming against my ass. I saw in his eyes the pure joy, he loved my tight hole. I had the best view, his big pecs and abs within reach and I did feel those big muscles while he pounded me firmly. He switched it up and used me in doggy position as well. His big hands pulling me in with every thrust made me cum hands free. I moaned as he stretched me out with no remorse. Suddenly it hit me, I never saw him putting on a condom. When he changed position again, putting me on the edge of the bed and my legs in the air with him standing in between I looked and he was using me bare. I had difficulty talking as he again went on with pounding my little body, I told him we should have used protection. He laughed, he said his dick will never feel a rubber around it. He said a pretty boy like me should be filled with his thick seed. He laughed as he said maybe that proteïne and testosterone I might get some size. It didn’t matter, right now he had me hitting waves of pleasure as his cock hits deep in me. His sweat dripping from his body, falling on me whenever he reaches down to kiss me. His pecs bouncing with each thrust looked so hot. When he really started to pound me, something in me felt like it snapped. Deep in my hole it felt different but really good.
The hunk his face changed as he roared loudly, praising me and my hole. Apparently he reached something deep in me and it felt beyond great. He went on with that my hole is milking his big fat cock like a pro right now. I didn’t know what he meant, but sure it felt amazing for me too.
Then he said he is going to cum, I looked as I saw his balls shocking up and down while I felt his thick load filling me up. He moaned, saying he never felt a hole milking him like this. He said my hole is milking him so good right now, he climbed on top of the bed. His cock still balls deep in me, he moved me with is powerful muscles more on the bed to make room for him. There he hovered on top of me, my legs wrapped around his body, his cock throbbing in me shooting ropes of cum in me. He told me my hole is still milking him, how it feels like I’m just milking him dry right now. He kissed me, his tongue in my throat while I felt his cum deep in me. He commented in between our kisses he never experienced this much cum coming from his balls. I just held on, his cock as hard as it could get, his whole body dripping with sweat on me. I held on to his big arms, but I started to feel like they weren’t as big as they were a few moments ago. I looked at them and saw them shrinking down with each burst of cum he pumped into me. I panicked and told him to pull out, he responded with no way. He didn’t want this to stop, it felt too good. He didn’t seem to care, his big body shrinking down before my eyes. Those big pecs fading away, just as his wide broad shoulders.
I begged him to pull out, something is wrong you are losing muscle. It snapped him out of his trance and panicked as well. He replied with, dude what the hell are you doing. How are you stealing my muscle, I didn’t even notice my body had been growing. My arms and chest now looking like a train.
He said he can’t pull out, his dick is stuck and just milking in his cock. In between the panicking, another orgasm hit him, again he blasted a thick load into me. It occurred to me, he still looked bulked up like a bull. He is still big, but maybe. I tried rolling over, he is still much stronger than me. However, his dick being milked he could not resist as he came again. I got us in the position where he had to lay on his back and I can ride that dick.
I straddled his cock, getting in a proper position and then I rode that cock. It felt so good having this all in me, riding it like a cowboy. This way he had no chance of resisting, he came over and over. He rapidly started to lose size, I had to keep adjusting myself to compensate my own growth. His body itself started to shrink down, getting smaller and smaller. I felt suddenly my own cock flopping around, I looked and saw it just getting bigger and bigger. My balls increasing in size too, becoming as big as oranges and hanging low it touched his pelvic area. The former hunk looked like a skinny twink when I didn’t feel his dick in me anymore. He lay there looking like a boy, not a sliver of masculinity left.
I stood up, looked at my body. I seem to be bigger than he was, I looked at my cock and it seems the same way there. I grabbed the little twink, spit on my cock and rammed it in his hole. I showed him no mercy, my balls needed to unload. He moaned like a little bitch as I thrusted deep. I brutally used his hole until I blasted thick white seed in his hole. Right after I left him, on the edge of the bed, his hole wide open and gaping. I saw a thick creamy white stream coming from his hole, forming a puddle of it on the ground. I left and never looked back, I’m finally what I always was meant yo be.
That deal I made with the pagan god is totally worth it. The best thing I ever did! He demands one sacrifice a year as minimum, giving more will only increase his power and with that mine as well. I carry his sign, the stag. The god cernunnos, deity of nature, fertility and the wild.
In his name I need to hunt down prey, capture them and sent them to the Hunting Grounds, His realm. Holding them down, force them into submission until they fade away into the tattoo, which glows.
My first sacrifice was the nerd who got bullied by everyone, I feel like I did the school a favor. That kid was a shooter in the making. I was barely stronger, so it took a while to force him to the ground. After he finally lay down I needed him to submit, the only way I knew how was forcing my cock inside him. It didn’t take much force before he opened his mouth and began sucking it. The tip at first but i gripped his head and made sure to take it whole. My cock was not big, few inches. He sucked it good, making me cum down his throat. The tattoo began to glow, on his knees vines grew through the floor. They grappled his body and then pulled him down into the ground. When he was gone, the floor just returned as it was. My body then started shaking, it changed. I saw my small hard cock growing thicker and bigger. My former chubby appearance fading into a more tall masculine man.
From that point on I looked hot, I have been feeling the insides of the entire cheerleading squad. I didn’t wanna try another guy, afraid to control myself.
One day Josh came out to me, the captain of the rugby team. He opened up and told me he is into me, and he knows I find him attractive as well. We kissed, we took it to his room and there we fucked.
His masculine body looking powerful as I stood behind him, thrusting my cock deep in his ass. He whimpered and moaned. For the first time a guy is stretching his hole. It felt great, finally being able to have sex with what I prefer. I lost myself in the moment, feeling his tight hole gripping my cock.
I saw the sigil glowing, I couldn’t stop. I did not want to stop, the best sex in a while. I just didn’t let go, holding tight as I pounded his hole. It didn’t matter, vines from my body wrapped around him. While I fucked him his whole body got entangled, slowly it started to glow. His body slowly pulled in towards me, tighter against my body. I could not hold it back anymore and nutted deep in him. Just like that his body faded away in little flower petals and I stood there with my rock hard erection still throbbing, a spurt of cum shot from it.
Again my body grew, I felt my whole body lengthen and thicken. I looked at my erect cock as a vein snaked from base to head and then it grew to a decent XL meat. I felt my arms bulge and chest becoming thick piece of meat. I looked in the mirror and saw a better and stronger man. I knew I needed more, I wanted more.
With the gifts from my god I went on the hunt, I made my way to a distant hotel and used Grindr. I payed with cash to leave no trail, I targeted fit and muscled bttms. Everytime I filled one up, made him my bitch and when they were taking I felt invigorated for another.
It left me changed, bigger and hotter than any man has been. My balls the size of oranges and my cock flopping as a third leg so big. I traveled across the beaches, leaving gaping holes and pregnant woman in my path. I learned to control the sacrifice part and reveled in destroying little twink bttms. The best ones are the ones that are still young in their 20’s.
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Fuuucckkk! The draining spell is too powerful. I should not have done this at the busiest time of the week. Every man in the gym is affected here, from the just joined scrawny boys to the steroid abusing hulks.
I fell to the ground, feeling all of their masculinity being siphoned away into my body. Those who were lifting slowly weren’t able to hold it up. Their muscles slowly shrinking, their height receding. I felt like a balloon which is being filled up with too much air and about to burst. Only that bursting never happened, I just expanded. I grew taller and taller, as my muscles kept growing bigger and stronger. My hairless body sprouting thick fur, growing in all the right places. My face is on fire, when I tried to touch it I felt it change into a sharp jawline.
I looked at the biggest bodybuilders in the gym, only to watch their size diminish. Their masculine features fading, their faces turning into round boyish ones. Their big bodies becoming frail and their clothes way too big for them. My clothes started ripping, my size got too big.
The spell subsided, I finally found the strength to stand up again. It was then I realized not only my muscles, height and face had changed. I had a legit soda bottle hanging between my legs. My former micro penis had turned into 12.5 inch in length and 5.5 inch in width. My balls the size of two big grapefruits being 6 inch in diameter. I stood at 10 feet tall, towering above the machines .
The woman stared at me in lust and horror, unsure how to feel. Their primal urges just needing my seed in their womb, but their mind still unable to process what just happened. The guys in the gym looked like complete submissive worshippers.
I saw one perfect looking twink, he looked like a former bully in high school. Now he seems like the best boypussy I could get at this instance without knocking up some gym slut.
I dragged the tiny twink through the gym, as I did my cock grew erect and a steady stream of precum dripping from it. I left a trail of precum on the floor until I reached the soft floored area. I tore his shorts down, licked his hole. A little puddle of precum already formed beneath me. I took my cock and rubbed it against his hole. I coated it, making sure it is properly lubed up. I slowly forced my cock in him, it took a lot of effort before he finally let my massive cock in his hole. I took my time to fully insert myself in him, making him take it balls deep. When I finally was balls deep I kept it there. I could feel his boypussy slowly adjusting for me. I saw his load on the floor already, boy is enjoying it before I can probably fuck it.
At last I could finally start thrusting, his little hole so tight it made me almost cum already. However I had total control over it, so I just kept thrusting in him. His moans turning me even hungrier and hornier. His whimpering, praising me as a god, how good it feels for him, thanking me. I noticed how he came, his load landing on the mat.
Others watched as I used him as a toy, some former bodybuilders now turned into submissive twinks joined in. They began to lick my pecs, balls and asshole. A few women massaged my arms, whispering in my ear how bad they want a turn. Another twink whispered in his other ear, please consume me, let me feed your body even more. My mouth watered, i turned my attention back to the cum dump. One final thrust and I let it all go, my balls contracting as massive amounts of cum flooded the boys guts. His stomach starting to bloat, as more of seed pumped in him. His belly started to show stretch marks with how bloated he got with my cum in him. I pulled from him before he started to burst. A few more blasts ended up on the mat, few hungry sluts immediately licked it from the floor. My cumdump passed out, his hole wrecked wide open.
I turned to the boy that offered to be food, my stomach rumbled. I lifted him up, nature took over as I swallowed him whole. Others watched in awe as they saw him slide down my throat into my stomach. They saw how my abs looked bloated, only to see it slowly began to reform back into shape. They could see I grew slightly bigger, veins on my muscles appearing. His body made proteïne refilled my balls, I felt like another round. This time I took one of those women who begged for me to breed them.
I have become a god, this place will soon be too small. I aim to hit the city, more willing prey and some still having their masculine features to feed upon.
I fought the urge but couldn’t, I opened my mouth and from my throat a stinger shot from my mouth.
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The muscled top I scored fucking my twink body. My hole stretching to make his fat cock fit. This guy had been hunting me for weeks, really wanting to breed me.
That he did, it was round three. His cum using as lubricant, I took it like a champ. It felt great being this big man’s toy, his sweat dripping on my body as he kept ramming into me. Then it hit me, a warm fussy feeling in me. A wave not pleasure something dark, yet feeling good and bad. I fought the urge but couldn’t, I opened my mouth and from my throat a stinger shot from my mouth. It latched on his neck, i got scared but right after it hit it pumped something in him. I saw his expression change into pure joy, he moaned and groaned. I could feel his cock even growing more erect in me.
Then i could feel myself sucking from the stinger. I looked at how it drained from him, seeing fluid moving into me, through the see through part of it. I saw him slowly turning pale, his size deflating and his cock feeling pulled from me. I could feel him cumming in me, yet he collapsed on me. His body still losing more size until I could feel nothing left to drain. The stinger let go and like a rubber snapped back in my throat. I left his bed and his place, I saw him laying there. An old man, just skin on bones so thin. My own clothes barely fit as I did them on fast.
Back home I noticed, I looked different. My petite body looked much more bulked up. My boyish face had a hint of masculinity. My hole still stretched and filled with cum, I really felt like getting fucked some more.
I took a few new pics of myself showing how I looked.
I got a text a bit later, an older man. Hot and very muscled for his age. He asked if I liked a car date, and after we can drive to a nice secluded place if I like to get fucked by him. The moment I stepped in his car we kissed, we drove around to the woods. The ride would be a good 20 minutes or longer, but right after the first corner I got my head to his crotch and pulled his massive horse sized cock from his shorts. I sucked that big monster the whole way, halfway he held me head as he shot his first load down my throat. I just kept sucking it. His erection never faded that ride.
When he parked in the woods I immediately climbed on top of him. I slowly lowered myself until his horse cock was fully in me. When I started riding him, he let his head fall back and enjoyed every second of it. I never had a cock so big before, it felt fantastic to be so stretched. I came, shot my load on his abs. Not long after he used his strong arms to move my body up and down. He told me to get off and bend over, I did. Him in full control, he pounded with a vigor I never thought a man that age still had. He pulled a blanket from the backseat and ordered me to lay down. He want to see me when he cums in me. My legs spread he went pounded me hard, his muscled body sweaty and a big grin on his face. He came loudly, his load filling me up. I didn’t want it to stop, I could feel his cock softening. Once again the stinger shot from my throat, on his big pec. Right after that I could again feel his cock getting rock hard. It got harder than I felt before. His eyes got empty, primal hunger made his hips move again. He was ramming against my prostate hard, making me hold his big arms tight. As I came I felt myself draining him, it made everything all the more intense. I watched as his big pecs deflated as did his other bulging muscles. He didn’t seem to care what happened, his big grin and throbbing cock filled me up some more. I got off his cock, he was still moaning in pleasure. I stood there, my stinger extended to a 2 meter tube. I stared at him as I forcefully drained him. I saw his body changing in front of me, he shrank, became older, frail and thin. I then saw his glorious horse sized erect cock getting smaller. Still rock hard, but obviously losing more and more of that amazing thickness and length. He ended up shriveled, empty and nothing left. I took his car and drove off, left him in the eternal bliss.
While I drove the car it hit me, I never learned how to drive. I must have taken their mind as well, fuck this is awesome. Now I got this under control I only had one more stop. To get to the ass who made my life miserable. I had a gut feeling he would still be at his work, his job at the local gym. My ex boyfriend, who used me and left me once he got another twink. The moment I walked in there I saw him, doubled in size since I last seen him. Body with tattoos, god he is even sexier now with that beard. He didn’t recognize me, but everything in me wanted me to fuck his ass. I followed him to the showers, his perfect body looking even better. He noticed me once I walked in, I have gained lots of muscle, and my cock even soft insanely massive. It flopped left to right as I walked, I only needed to look and tell him to suck it.
There I stood, with my next victim. He on his knees with my now erect cock down his throat. My balls on his chin, I knew I needed to fuck his ass. I pushed him down, flipped him around and forced my whole meat in his hole. He whimpered, telling he is only top. I told him, not now and take this big cock. He resisted, I let my stinger back out. I had it on him, as I pumped him full with my toxin. He became immediately docile, rock hard and horny. His hole however completely relaxed and I could slide in just like that. I pulled back my stinger, and began thrusting in him. He even pushed his ass back on my cock as I pounded him. His moans echoed in the bathroom, I never thought being a top feels so good.
Suddenly a big dude comes screaming in the bathroom, asking what the fuck we are doing. I looked him in the eyes and said just that, fucking. You however are a wonderful addition, as I shot my stinger again. While fucking I began draining the other guy. It felt so great, my dick and feeling the power filling me. He quickly turned into a husk, as I felt myself growing. I could feel my cock expanding inside his ass, he groaned and begged for mercy on his little hole. I let go of the drained guy and reveled in the power I gained.
I orgasmed hard, filling my ex his hole with the biggest load I have ever seen. Pulling out after, I noticed how massive gaping hole I have created. My meat soft yet massive still. I looked down at him, his dominant attitude broken. With that I drained him empty as well.
I walked out as an enormous hulking behemoth, even this big I looked hot. I will stop myself from going overboard with size, I can look like this for a while. Hell I might stay like this for a long time, considering the life force I took from all of them. I do feel very fertile, might knock up some pussy to enjoy this perfect specimen I have become.