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You were bored, scrolling through your social media and seeing nothing really that interested you. While you were browsing, you suddenly got a message from one of your friends. Well, being honest “friend” was a stretch. Aaron was a total meathead, obsessed with his muscles and working out. At some point he used to be a scrawny nerd like you, then suddenly he was this absolute beefcake.

Checking his message, you see he left a link for you with the message “Hey bro, check out this shit!”. Pretty vague, but you decided to click on the link anyway. The second you did, you knew you would regret it. On the screen was some black and white spiral, slowly spinning. You roll your eyes, this clearly was some scam or malware. You go to close the tab, but before you do black text appears on the screen.

I mean it was right, you were curious about what this video your friend sent you, you couldn’t see yourself not watching it completely. 

“Good. Now Relax, let your mind just turn off.”

You feel yourself slump down into your bed, thinking nothing as you stare into the spiral. Your peripheral visions faded, until all you could see was the spiral.

“Now, I’m going to tell some truths about you.”

“You are completely naked.”

I mean, duh. You always sleep in the nude, and you had just woken up. You were glad you didn’t have any roommates; it would be embarrassing if any of them barged in here to see your skinny frame. At least your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind it.

“You are gay, you love cock.” 

Mm that’s right, nothing like it! Just the thought makes your meager cock stand at attention. So glad you are single… maybe you’d download Grindr again just to find some good cock. 

“You have a fat dick, which you are slowly stroking right now.”

You look down, admiring your massive length as you slowly pump it, struggling to grasp it with two skinny hands. Your dick always seemed to dwarf the rest of your body, but hey, you weren’t complaining! 

“You have massive biceps and meaty arms.”

You chuckle, flexing an arm as the other expertly strokes your cock. Yeah, you never skipped arm day and it clearly shows! You never really considered working out your other muscles much though.. 

“You have fat pecs, with piercings on both nipples.” 

Your free hand gently plays with your nips, as you continue to stare. Your chest was definitely one of your favorite features, you love making guys play with, and occasionally fuck, your pecs. 

“You have a masculine face, fit with a beard and shaved head.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection in your laptop, wondering who it is you are seeing before you realize it’s you! Damn, guess all that studying and exercise has gone to your head a bit! 

“You are dumb as shit, you live to workout with your bros and jack off.” 

Huhu that’s right, I mean not much else to do after you recently dropped out. Who needs school when you got a bod like this? As for money, your OnlyFans was raking in cash recently. People just can’t get enough of you! 

“You are close, close to cumming away your old life. Embrace it.” 

Mmf, old life? No idea what this spiral is talkin’ bout. You feel your balls clench. You’re so fuckin close to cummin you can’t take it. 

“Cum.” 

With that simply command, your cock unleashes a torrent of white all over your abs. Out of breath, you still haven’t looked away from the spiral. 

“Good boy. Now you are going to share this link with at least five of your friends, then close this tab and forget about all these commands. Now.”

You slowly open your eyes, seeing yourself covered in your own cum. Damn bro, guess you had another wet dream. You see you’ve got a message from your best bro Aaron. Damn that’s a nice fuckin’ picture of his morning wood. You happily return the favor, making sure to show off your cum covered chest. 

“Fuck bro , comin over as soon as I can. Keep that cock nice and hard for me!” 

Frank was a stereotypical nerd, loved reading, loved anime, had good grades and most of all: hated jocks. Little did he know, this would soon not describe him well…

Frank was lucky and had gotten a scholarship. Sadly, the college he ended up going to had a mild jock side to it. The college also loved the jocks and had always favored them. So he was a bit worried about being bullied or just having to deal with them overall existing. When Frank finally moved into his college dorm, he didn’t have time to unpack much and wanted to go to bed immediately, as it was late at night. Suddenly though, there was a knock at his dorm. Frank went over and opened the door, but found nobody, not down the hall, no where. When he looked down, he noticed a big box with a stick note on it. “Hope you like it bro!” Frank was, obviously, confused by this. So far he had barely met anyone that goes here, and also definitely had no friends and no way would he let someone call him bro. He still brought it in, looking for something to indicate it was for someone else. But instead he actually found his name scribbled on the box quickly it seemed. Frank decided it must’ve been some kind of last second gift from the college or something and opened it up. First thing he saw laying on top of something concealing the next item, like a shelf, was a simple cap. Though he never liked caps, he thought, might as well put it on to show thanks. Though once he put it on, he felt very uncomfortable but felt the odd need to turn it backwards. When he turned it backward, it suddenly slowly felt very comfortable and he actually really like it. He was a little surprised it felt like it was morphing onto his head, or was his head growing into it? Frank didn’t think to much about it, not noticing his growing arms and legs. He then revealed the next item in the container which was… a jockstrap!? Why would someone ever give him a jockstrap? He didn’t like them and knew people knew he was a nerd. So why did someone give him it? And why did whenever he thought about not wearing it, it felt like his thoughts were blocked off. Before he knew, he was stripping. He then carefully put in the jockstrap before realizing just what he did. Why did he do it? But it did feel so very good. So good in fact, Frank didn’t notice the ever growing body of his, muscles forming on every place of his body, his chin becoming so defined, abs forming… Thats when Frank felt the heat, the need, the horniness suddenly building up in him. He never jerked off much, so why would he suddenly feel the need to now? But by then, it was to late. He put his now very big hand, in his jockstrap, where his dick had filled in any empty space that was there before he put it on. He started jerking off very quickly, feeling the pleasure build inside him so very fast and so very much. Then Frank realized, why was he so big? Why did he have so much muscle? Why was he wearing a cap and jerking off in a jockstrap!? He would never do this! This isn't him! But it was to late, he came, his cum smearing and almost fusing with the jockstrap as his old life and intelligence drained into it, being replaced by the need for muscle, sports, his bros and to obey his coach by the cap.

the next day when he woke up, he quickly put on the “Team USA” shirt from the box, and even though he didn’t have his cap on, he couldn’t resist sending a photo to coach.

Jonathan was a nerd who went to a campus filled with jocks. Not that he wanted to that is, his family and friends lived near him, and it wasn’t to expensive so it was the best choice. He didn’t feel like he fit in at all, until one day.

Jonathan went to the gym for the sole reason to look if anybody stole his test books. It wasn’t the best place to look, but it was also the last so he had to. Eventually when going into the locker room, about to ask if anybody seen his test books something was thrown at him. Quickly Jonathan turned to see, only to find out it was a flipped backwards cap. The cap landed perfectly on his head, and he went to take it off. But suddenly his arms fell away from the cap, and his eyes glossed over. Then his chest expanded, then abs appeared as his shirt ripped. Quickly after that his legs, arms, feet and his dick grew, leaking through his pants. Then his head changed and a more defined face emerged. This his mind changed, he tried thinking of smart things but suddenly he couldn’t think much. All he could think about was the good things, like working out, playing football and jerking off. Then a big dopey grin appeared over his face, as he was ready to go workout.

Experiencing the Locals' Lives

My mate and I have been looking forward to this vacation. After all, isn't best to live like the locals do when on vacation, especially to distance yourself away from your normal lives.

We each split up to find a local to spend our vacation in an hour ago. I found a worthy target right away. This guy was napping on a towel under the shade of a palm tree, easily out of view from the rest of the beach. I snuck up behind him, before immediately jumping into his mouth. He woke up startled, but I was in control before he could realize anything. Flexing my muscles, I try to recall his details. My new name is "Ricardo", and he's a local fisherman. This was apparently the one day he had off during the week.

I take a few steps with my new weight, before wading to a secluded area behind the rocks. This was our rendezvous point. Only my mate was nowhere to be seen. Whatever, might as well have some time to myself. 

As I was breaking in my new body, I suddenly hear some splashing behind me. 

I turn around to greet the stranger. It's a young 20 some looking guy.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing"

...

"Sure took your time huh?" 

 "Sorry dude, I had to ditch his annoying ass girlfriend and her family." 

Revenge gone awry

My toy, Mr. Flemmings

"Another sleepover again? You sure have been spending a lot of my time at my place recently. Why don't you just move in at this point?"

"It's just nice to hang here. What's wrong with that?"

It's true that over the past few weeks I have been staying over at my friend Ben's house more often. My house is another 20 minutes of walking away, so I've always hung out here after school before heading home for dinner, but there is also another reason for doing so...

"Hey Dad! I'm home!"

"Oh hey boys, welcome back. I was just finishing up the spread for tonight."

I have a massive crush on his dad. Ever since I walked into him in the shower when I was in middle school, I couldn't stop thinking about his absolutely massive ass. He lifts cement bags for a living, so it makes sense, but it's really just absurd. The problem was that he was totally straight. And married. And is my friend's dad. But that wasn't going to stop me that easily.

"Oh shoot, forgot about practice today. I gotta run back."

"Ooooo Coach Olsen is going to kill youuuu"

"Shut up. I'll be back in a few hours, ok. Sorry about this."

Ben rushes out the front door. Honestly, I'm not sure how he forgets so often, or how he's still on the team, but it is pretty convenient to have time alone with Mr. Flemmings.

After making sure he was gone, I turned around to greet my toy.

"The coast is clear Mr. Flemmings. You can drop the act."

Immediately, Mr. Flemmings perks up, and bolts to me, getting on his knees.

"Master! I've been waiting for you for ages."

"Hold on a moment pup. Have you been keeping to your word?"

Mr. Flemmings nods, and takes off his pants, revealing a tight thong that I gave him after our last session.

"I've been keeping it on 24/7 sir! I would never dare to take it off without your permission. Please insert your fat cock into me Sir. I've been good."

"How can I say no to an ass like that?"

So it turns out brainwashing your friend's dad is way easier than you might expect. Just pop on some earbuds from behind while they're watching football and play some space clearing audio to put them in a suggestable state of mind. Then just make them associate the thing you want them to do with pleasure with a carefully worded prompt. As long as you don't erase their brain completely, it's virtually untraceable by outsiders. You can really make them do whatever with this method, but after I confirmed that the blank look in his eyes and drooling mouth wasn't because of the game, I suggested this into his ear:

"From now on you are the property of your son's best friend. You are to never think of using your cock ever again. The only purpose your cock has is to cum to show your appreciation for your master. You crave your master's cock at all times. Even the smell of him will drive you crazy. Your ass is for servicing your master. You are your master's cock whore, but only when you are alone with him. When in the presence of others, do not show any hint of your devotion, no matter your true thoughts. Treat him as just another one of your son's friends. Your master's words are law."

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone. 

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job. 

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross. 

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

 I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

 To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.

It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on. 

I point to the picture.

"Did you do this?"

"Ditto!"

"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."

I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.

"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"

It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"

I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.

"Can you make my dad be like this?"

The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.

"Ditto!"

It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.

"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"

Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.

I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.

"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"

"Ditto! Ditto!"

"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"

Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.

I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.

I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but  speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole. 

Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.

Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?" 

After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."

Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world." 

I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.

--------5 Months Later-----------

I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.

"Honey I'm home!"

"Ditto!"

Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.

It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.

Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.

"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."

I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.

Pride was always a great time for recruiting, plenty of idiotic protestors to re-educate…. Okay fine education considering most of them were dumb as rocks and never learned basic human empathy or a crumb of emotional intelligence. So when I saw Jared, this prim and proper mormon boy wearing a white button down and khakis holding a sign saying god hates fags. I knew exactly what to do, I mean it was a matter of a simple, easy PULSE.

See most of these dumb, bigots are secretly gay, hidden underneath deep levels of self hate and insecurity. So desperate to escape, scratching at the edges of the husk of hate that make up their flesh and blood. It's why a PULSE of horny gay magic easily saturates the soul, releasing it from any inhibition, but also of any control. I watch as his face, pimply, horrid and awful gets a look of pure horror as his body blurs. His once waifish build starts to BULGE as muscles expand and grow. His once paltry arms gain biceps the size of footballs, his triceps thicken, veins pumping blood and testosterone down to his meaty hands. His shoulders broaden, his chest two giant slabs of granite as his body grows an eight pack that could rival a marvel actor that lead to a perfect v line and cum gutters.

His clothes are no longer there, just a pair of briefs that leave little to the imagination, a bulge that begs to be sucked, an ass that deserves to be ate. His skin starts to smooth out, any blemishes permanently removed. His feet grow to size fourteens while his thighs and calves are absolutely carved to perfect thickness and perfection.

Before his mind is gone forever I chisel his face, raise his cheekbones, enhance his jaw and plump up his lips. His once pale skin replaced with a gorgeous tan. His mind is last, with a single, simple pulse i turn all his hate, into what it was always meant to be, undoing decades of indoctrination until all thats left is love and lust. Be proud Jared, you are exactly who you are meant to be now.

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[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!

For this one, I think I took a real left turn from the actual prompt, so I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, anon! Oh, and thank you to @dumberswitch for providing the third image. (He has brought it to my attention that the man in said image is Australian, not English, which is actually quite obvious, but y’all, I only had 20 minutes 😵 please roll with it)]

Clayton was hanging out with his three best friends, who had just helped him move into his new apartment. They had all met the year before, during their freshman year of college, and they had bonded quickly over a shared taste in women, movies, sports, and well… everything.

They were relaxing after a tiring day, but Clayton could feel their palpable boredom, so he decided to come up with something fun to do.

“How about we each go around and say something we’re thankful for?” he asked.

Roderick sighed and said, “I’ll bite,” lowering the speed on his exercise bike so he could speak more easily. “I’m thankful I never gained the freshman 15.”

“I’m thankful for England,” said Chris, who was lying on the bed re-reading a Douglas Adams book and not really paying attention.

“I’m thankful for my pickup truck,” said John, who was peering out the window making sure his new truck was still there. It had just proven its usefulness in helping Clayton move all of his shit.

“And I’m thankful for my friends,” said Clayton. “Thanks again for helping me out today. I really owe you one.”

“Well, that was fun” said John, sarcastically. “Now what?”

Clayton racked his brains. “Oh! Why don’t I download that new app everyone’s been trying out!”

“Goonr?” asked Roderick. “The joke one that tells you your gooning style or whatever? I don’t really get it.”

“My friend Des tried it and he really got a kick out of it,” said Clayton, shrugging.

“Des is a perv,” said Chris. “But sure, why the hell not?”

Within minutes, the app was downloaded on Clayton’s phone and they all huddled around it. The loading icon finally cleared and what was revealed were the words “Friends.”

“Is that it?” asked John.

Clayton shrugged. “Guess so. At least it was free.”

Suddenly, all three of his friends’ phones pinged. They opened them to find that the Goonr app had spontaneously downloaded itself onto all of their phones.

“Is this some sort of promotion?” asked Chris. “Like that shitty U2 album that Apple put on everybody’s phones?”

One by one, the loading icons cleared. 
Roderick’s phone said “Fitness.”

Chris’ phone said “England.”

And John’s phone said “Truck.”

Simultaneously, all of their phones starting glowing white, momentarily blinding them all. When Roderick’s eyes cleared, he found that he was still sitting on the bike, blinking dazedly. “What the…” he said, before catching sight of himself in the mirror on the wall in front of him.

“Damn, I’m looking yoked,” he said, appreciatively.

He flexed his bicep. It looked big. He flexed his other bicep. It looked… bigger. Were they mismatched? He frowned and flexed the other one again. OK, it must have been a trick of the light. It bulged out properly, matching the other one.

He felt his dick stiffen in his pants. Fuck, was he making himself hard? That was embarrassing. But he was hot… He flexed his quads. Bam, bam! They bulged and grew. Fuck… He was such a stud. He lifted his shirt, admiring the six-pack abs that were bulging and growing from his flat stomach.

His dick got harder and harder. It felt like it was practically squirming. He touched it and his mind went white.

Chris’ eyes cleared next. The first thing he saw was his friend Roddy, feverishly pumping his meat while rubbing his abs and pedaling on the exercise bike. His hair looked a bit disheveled, and he had a short beard, as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days. Chris was about to panic when his attention was caught by his book, still lying open on the bed. He loved Douglas Adams so much. He loved everything English.

English literature, English culture, English food. English rugby. English beer. English girls. He even dressed English. He looked down to see his grey clothes shimmering and becoming bright yellow rugby kit.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell mate, what’s going on?” he asked. Hell, he even sounded English. Just hearing his voice turned him on so fucking much. He pulled down his shorts and started rubbing his cock, thinking about his favorite Page 3 models.

John’s eyes cleared next, revealing Roddy whacking off (again? He never stopped) and John lying on the bed, grinning.

He winked at John and pulled out his cock, beginning to wank himself off. His eyes crossed with sheer pleasure.

John averted his gaze, looking outside to see his truck. His pristine new truck, with that lovely moon roof and those Truck Nuts and all the mud on the bottom and the dents and… John felt dizzy. Was it dirtier than it was supposed to be? Was he dirtier than he was supposed to be? His hair suddenly felt greasy, as it began to lengthen and slide down his neck. He jammed his trucker cap over it to keep it contained, just as his trash stash grew in on his upper lip, nice and thick. He looked back out at his truck and thought about all the country babes he had wanted to plow out in the cornfield when he was growing up in Arkansas. His cock got hard in his pants. Would anybody mind if he…

Clayton’s eyes finally cleared, and he could see his friends. There was Roddy, feeling himself up. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of his red cock as his other hand furiously slid up and down his shaft.

There was Chris, going “oi” and “bruv” every few seconds as his spit-slick hand wanked his member. There was Jonno, shirtless (as usual) and sticking his tongue out as he beat his meat furiously.

God, they were all so hot. His friends, jerking their hogs, not a care in the world. This was all he wanted to see, all he wanted to think about, ever.

So that’s what he did. He stopped thinking about the job interview he had in the morning, or what he wanted to get for dinner, or even the fact that none of the four of them had looked quite like this a few minutes ago. All he could think about was his masturbating friends. He wanted to join them so bad. He whipped off his clothes, leaned over on the desk, and started going to town on himself, drooling as he stared intensely at the three hunks beating their meat in front of him. God, he was so thankful for his friends.

Paul steps over the line tearing into his boss' daughter for her terrible first draft. Unable to engage with Juan Carlos, the unrealistic horny Latino stud of a protagonist, Paul's going to really find out what it's like to live as a character with nothing but sex on the mind.

For all his valid criticisms at least Paul will now get to chill out and enjoy himself! Similarly, hope you enjoy this one! -Occam

“Juan Carlos walked his hot sexy ass in to the bar and when he did every little horny twink had his eyes on him. ‘Ayyy papi you’re so sexy!’ One of them said, hornily.” Paul sighed heavily as he dropped the manuscript littered with red ink back onto his desk. “Okay, Stacy. I hope you understand that I’m not going to be moving forward with you on this one.”

Paul had been so excited for this novel. It was supposed to be his first ‘fun’ project in at least a calendar year. His boss has been relentlessly on his ass about pleasing their publishing house’s biggest client, a major cookbook studio, and this was supposed to be his big reward. 

‘It’ll be the next gay YA best seller!’ ‘Yer gonna love it!’ ‘Won’t even need to polish this diamond!’ Really he should’ve read between the lines and realized that his boss was talking about the CEO’s daughter Stacy’s latest attempt to force her way into the creative world. 

Speaking of the devil, she sits opposite him, mouth hanging open halfway to her faux fur coat. Apparently surprised to not have another door opened by her daddy the CEO, Stacy’s eyes begin to well up as the editor attempts to do his job. “Like, do you mean we’re not moving forward because it’s already go to go? Like, it’s ready to print?”

“No Ms. McClure, I do not mean that. I don’t believe we will be moving forward with anything unless you decide to completely start this project from scratch.”

Mascara designed to trail down her cheeks with tears does just that as she lets fly her waterworks, “But daddy said you’d freaking make this the next big thing Paul! He said you could make it the next Heated Rivalry!”