“Well if it isn’t our little Spark!” Brick playfully taunted, twisting around the black cap on his head. “Looking to catch up to the big leagues?”
Aaron rolled his eyes, continuing to stretch out his toned, limber legs. “What, are you afraid I’m going to catch up to your varsity team?”
Brick smirked. “You wouldn’t dare.” As captain, and the fastest runner on the team, the college senior was proud of his position on top.
“Maybe I would,” Aaron’s smile held that youthful glow all overachievers had. Although he was only a sophomore, he had been sweeping competitions left and right. No one was able to beat him and his “spark of energy” that was always reserved for the last second, hence his nickname.
“What do you say we put it to the test?” Brick prompted, his lithe frame already warmed up after a few quick laps. Besides being a bit taller than Aaron, their runner’s builds were almost identical.
“If you’re willing to lose,” Aaron cockily replied, enjoying the friendly competition. He could feel the build of adrenaline slowly pumping throughout his veins. A brisk wind was lightly pushing against them, tickling their bare skin. “Mind if I lunge once or twice?”
“Not at all,” Brick remarked, taking his place a few steps behind. “Gives me a chance to take in your backside, seeing as I won't have the pleasure of viewing it again.”
Aaron followed through with his final stretches, feeling his slim muscles flex and retract appropriately. He was excited for this challenge, pleasantly daunted to be taking on his school’s top champ. Their times had been fairly similar, but being in different leagues had meant the two had never been able to compete.
Getting lost in his own head, Aaron did not realize his bowels were rapidly processing information. His body was inappropriately following through with hereditary protocols, having accidentally registered Brick as a threat. Finishing his final lunge, Aaron registered the dreadful rippling in his stomach. But at that point, there was no stopping what was coming next. Aaron’s excitement immediately twisted into fear.
“Watch out!”
PPPPHHHRRTTTT!
Brick had no time to prepare as a massive fart cloud was carried downwind directly into his face. The flatulence bombarded him, its odorous vapors blinding him temporarily and knocking him onto his flat bottom. Aaron immediately rushed in, desperately searching for a way to reverse what had been done. Luckily no one had seen the incident, as the chemical reaction that was about to ensue was–as far as Aaron knew–unreversable.
Brick was sitting back comfortably, dazed and desensitized by the prey’s natural defense. Aaron had accidentally attacked the college senior with runner’s gas. An evolutionary condition, runner’s gas was a fumigation technique used by “weaker” species to protect themselves against predators. The flatulence released altered the predator’s abilities, rendering them bulkier, slower, and dumber, allowing the prey to flee. It was a genetic trait that should have eroded away with evolution, particularly as humans grew more alike. But some were still left with the condition, making its activation incredibly rare and almost always unintentional.
Aaron watched helplessly as Brick’s skin began to ripple. The track star’s body expanded in size, growing taller, longer, and larger. Muscle exploded across his frame, destroying the slim physique by covering it in layer after layer of pure-grade beef. Rounded arms led into broader shoulders, pillowy pecs led straight down to a thicker pack of eight abdominals. Thighs bulked into true haunches, feet so large that their width would prevent them from travelling quickly without the risk of tripping.
As Brick’s buttocks and pouch inflated, Aaron’s eyes trailed up along his victim's body, following the swarm of hair that swiftly painted itself along the surface of skin. He could do nothing as Brick’s jaw cracked into a square shape, as his forehead pushed itself a bit farther out, or as the twinkle of intelligence was dimmed in his eyes. As quick as it had come, the chemical reaction rapidly subsided, leaving behind a new dumb jock in its wake.
“Hey…” Aaron cautiously poked, the college senior now twice his size. He knew they would have to move before anyone saw them. There was one person in particular that he feared. “Come on, we need to get you out of here before-”
“McNeal!”
The coach’s gruff shout sent a shiver under Aaron’s skin. He was too late.
“What is this, your fifth one?” The coach was shaking his head as he approached. “It’s one thing to be gassing the competition, but your own team?”
“It…it was an accident,” Aaron stared at his own feet, embarrassed.
The coach huffed, “Who was it this time?” The affected party was still sitting on the ground, brainwashed and stretching his new muscles slowly. “McNeal…is this my captain?!”
Aaron said nothing. They both watched as the dumb jock began to take in his surroundings.
“Brock,” the coach provided the former captain with a new name. “What are you doing on the track? Football practice takes place on the other side of the complex.
Brock took a moment to process this. “Oh right...." his chuckle was lifeless. “Huhuhuh…I can be so stupid sometimes.” Aaron and the coach simply observed as Brock accepted this new reality.
“Luckily for you,” the coach sighed. “We needed a few more boys on the football team.”
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What did you do to me? What, you like saw me randomly running in the park and were like- “let me take that innocent little skinny ass runner and bulk him up with muscle and attitude- dumb him down and give a huge cock while I’m at it”? Huh, well bro, you like what you made? Cause I do. I’m not fucking complaining. All this muscle and confidence bro. Fuck, look at this body. I like feel like a fucking douchebag and I love it. So what now? You gonna let me put this cock to work. Kneel down and open up. Let me thank you right.
Listening to coach’s jock files for the thousandth time and getting that much gayer, dumber and more masculine. It’s just changed to a five minute segment of men grunting sexually and you had to jack your throbbing dick, it was so hot. Not allowed to cum though. The file will tell you when you can cum.
Your body, confidence, sexuality and brotherhood you owe to coach. Make sure you thank him with your ass whenever he asks.
That look of yearning, pride, lust and love that only a rookie and his mentor can share.
Coach’s program is flawless. Key to it is this bond. Every rookie jock needs his mentor to see him through the initial stages of his transformation. It’s a powerful bond, one that will survive long after the rookie has graduated to full jock.
You're on the beach. It's too hot. You wish you had anything cold to eat or drink but the only vending cart you see is close to an outdoor gym on the beach. You slowly walks toward in search of ice cream because the heat drained your energy. As you get closer you smell a strong and unpleasant odor in the air "must be sweat" you thought, but you had to face it to refresh yourself. When you arrived there you heard the men working out were oddly burping frequently, but you would face anything to overcome the heat. You finally asked the vendor: "Is there ice cream yet?"
"No. I don't sell ice cream. They're protein shakes. For the gym..." — He looked at your tired state — "It's a cold drink though."
You desperately gave him your money and grabbed the first cup you saw, quickly slurp drinking from the straw you felt a bitter but deliciously cold liquid refreshing you. You let out a big burp in satisfaction.
The heat was so bad that you felt some kind of itch in your body. You looked down to scratch your belly but saw and felt a six pack. You got shocked and stopped drinking and burped as you let off the straw. "What the..." you muttered. But you felt too heated and started drinking again. To your surprise, your biceps and thighs were growing as you drank the shake.
You realized the drink made you grow... you got all the money you had with you and gave it to the vendor. You say "Give me five of—ooOOUUUUURRRP — them." You desperately started slurping. Your whole body was bulging with muscle that didn't stop growing. BUUUURP. Your pecs got thicker than an average book. BUUURRP. Your biceps were bowling ball sized. BUUUURRP. Your calves were so big and your thighs got so thick they started ripping the lower part of your shorts. BUUURRRRRP. You felt a pungent smell coming from your pits. You suddenly felt an urge to work out in the gym.
You worked out till the sunset and never stopped burping and sweating even after that.
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Couldn't think of a better outcome, pungent rank BO and belching non stop. Sounds like a dream.
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My dad bet his brother 20$ that he couldn’t drink all 4 quarts of beer in one sitting. Little did my dad know that uncle eats this much on a weekly basis. As usual, my uncle won the 20$ and stumbled away with a huge hard gut and a tighter pair of pants. Dad tried to hide it, but I knew he got aroused by his brother’s gluttony.
After dad went to sleep, I checked in on his brother. He was laying naked in bed, moaning softly with how big he felt. I stayed there all night rubbing his gut and congratulating him for his arousing show. Good night uncle…
Dad loves to inflate himself with beer and soda. It creates so much gas in his belly that he lays down to rub it away. He is in love with this feeling. I know when it’s time to join in when I hear him burping and moaning from the living room. I’m happy to have such a bloated, gassy dad in my life.
Jason looks down,staring at his new form. He can’t believe he went from being scrawny to being this. Jason begins to touch and feel his newly obtained muscles, a part of him thinking he should be concerned with the sudden growth, but another part of him dismisses that concern as he begins to smile dumbly and begins to flex. ‘Fucking hot’ he grunts, looking at himself in a mirror at the gym. Jason mind begins to dim the more he flexes forgetting his old life as well as his IQ dropping drastically till all he can think about now is working on maintain his physique, getting bigger, and sex.
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It wasn't always that nice around ███████.
I want that on record before anyone reads what happened next, because I spent thirty-one years being the kind of man who always tried doing the right thing for our town. ███████ was mine. I knew every pipe and breaker in the town because I sold them over the counter six days a week. I knew all the morally questionable crap these people did for the "sake" of God.
I kept it all to myself though.
Why? Because that's the only way someone like me could survive this long in this place.
When the council voted on banning anything related to homosexuality in the town forever, I clapped along. In the same meeting, Pastor Finch scheduled a men's prayer night the following weekend.
I signed up like everybody else. I had to.
I thought maybe if I pretended long enough, I'd start to believe it. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if no one ever found out, I could live a "normal" life, and maybe even be happy.
Of course, I was wrong.
...
It was the night I had signed up for. I sat near the back because I always did. Close enough to belong. Far enough to watch.
Finch prayed loud about guarding our sons and daughters in the name of the Lord.
As you may know, June is used by the world to celebrate sin. But here in ███████, we know better. We know that sin is a lie, a trap, a poison. We know that God made us in His image, and that means we are meant to be pure, to be chaste, to be faithful.
He paused, and looked around the room.
Lucifer was punished for his pride. He wanted to be like God, to be above God. He thought he could do better than the Lord. But he was wrong. He was cast down to the lowest depths of hell, and he will never rise again.
I could see everyone agreeing to his sermon. Finch continued.
So we gather here tonight to crush pride. To crush the lie that we can be anything other than what God made us to be. We gather here to pray for our brothers and sisters who are struggling with temptation, who are fighting against the darkness in their hearts. We gather here to support each other, to hold each other accountable, and to remind each other of the truth...
The lights flickered once.
... That pride is a sin, not a celebration. That we must not let the world corrupt us, but instead we must stand firm in our faith and our values. For that is the only way to be truly free.
Everyone clapped. The room was filled with the sound of every man in the church slapping their hands together, some louder than others, but all in agreement.
Finch smiled like he'd won something. His mouth opened for a benediction.
"A-"
But nothing came out.
Suddenly, the air in the church felt heavier - hotter. The lights flickered again, but this time more violently.
Then, a voice echoed through the room. It wasn't coming from Finch's mouth, nor the speakers. It was like everywhere and nowhere at once. A deep voice, smooth and commanding, that made every man in the room stop breathing.
"Amen", it said.
The pastor's eyes widened. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but it was impossible. He tried asking who said that but no one in front of my view had done it.
"Hello, my dear brothers", the voice proceeded to say. I could hear it like it was right next to even though there was no one there.
Finch's face went pale. "The devil... he's trying to tempt us. He's trying to distract us from our prayers. Don't listen to him!", he said trying to sound brave. "In the name of the Lord, I order you to leave this place demon!"
"It will take more than that to get rid of me, pastor", the voice said. It sounded amused. "You think you can just say a few words and I'll go away? I was just getting started."
"Who are you? What do you want?" Finch asked while visibly shaking.
"Who am I? But you just told them about me, pastor. About how I fell. About how my pride ruined me." The voice said mockingly.
"Lucifer... impossible!" Finch shouted.
Some might call me that, but I prefer to think of myself as a... consultant - a guide if you must. You see, I know all about everyone in this room, pastor. I know your secrets, your sins, your lies. I know the truth about each and every single one of you.
I didn't believe it at first. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't even believe in God, let alone the devil. But what was happening in front of my eyes was undeniable.
I don't usually interfere directly boys, but I couldn't resist tonight. So sorry about that.
"Leave at once demon!" Finch retorted, but the voice just laughed again.
I'm no demon, pastor. If anything, we should be calling ALL of you that. You see, I was so pleased with your sermon, pastor. So proud of you for standing up to the world and preaching the truth. I wanted to reward you for that. So I thought, why not give you a little... demonstration? A little taste of what happens when you let PRIDE take over?
He continued.
ALL of you in this room are sinners. ALL of you have secrets. ALL of you have things you're ashamed of. And ALL of you have been pretending to be something you're not. You think you're better than me, pastor? You're not. You're just as corrupt, just as broken, just as lost as I am.
The voice went on, picking through the men in the room one by one:
"Pastor Finch", the voice said, and I could see the colour drain from his face.
You preach so righteously against sin and pride, yet you’ve been sneaking your secretary into the rectory after hours, spreading her legs and unloading into her like a common sinner. Some man of God you are.
Finch's face went white. "That's a lie."
It isn't, and we both know that.
The atmosphere was getting tenser. I could feel the air getting hotter, it was starting to feel like a men's locker room after practice.
"Jimmy Voss", the voice said.
You bullied Cole in school, didn't you? You made his life miserable. You thought you were better than him. You thought you were the king of the school. If that's not PRIDE, I don't know what is.
"Shut up!" - Jimmy said, but I knew that was true. He made my life miserable in school. He was the one who called me a faggot in the hallways. He was the one that made me feel like I didn't belong back then. And now, here he was, being called out by this entity in front of everyone.
The voice kept going, unhurried, picking through all the men in front of me. Deacon Reyes, who tithed with one hand and skimmed the youth fund with the other. Old man Hargrove, who'd been seeing his neighbour's wife since her husband started working night shift. The Martinez brothers, who shared a woman every other weekend and never told their wives...
Finch tried to speak. "In the name of-"
"No. In my name-" the voice interrupted.
In my name, pastor, I order you to stop living a lie. I order you to live the lives you are so ashamed of. Feel what's like living in other people's shoes for once. I order you to be PROUD of who you are, no matter how sinful you think it is. I order you to embrace yourselves, to stop hiding, to stop pretending. I order you to be honest for once in your lives. I order you to be FREE.
Then, the lights turned off completely and when they came back on, the voice was gone.
...
What the fuck was all that?
No one said anything for a moment. A bit awkward to talk after everyone's deepest secrets had been exposed in front of the whole church. Not like I didn't know most of them already, but still...
Jimmy Voss was the first to break the silence. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but it was impossible. "What the hell was that?" He sounded scared, but also angry. Like he wanted to be mad at someone for what just happened, but didn't know who to blame.
Finch was out of words. Reluctantly, he raised his Bible again.
Brothers. We are not shaken. We are not-
But Jimmy made a sound that cut him off. A loud groan, like he was in pain. He bent over, hands on his knees, and I could see his face go red. His eyes rolled back in his head. He looked up at the ceiling, and then down at his pants. His eyes were black? No, in fact his sunburnt skin was turning a deep brown right before our eyes. He was growing in the middle of the aisle.
"James?" Finch said.
"I..." Jimmy rubbed himself through his pants without shame. "God. This feels good..."
Sit down. Sit down right now. James. In the name of the Lord-
"Don't even try it, pastor.", the same voice from before said, but now coming from Jimmy's mouth.
Jimmy Voss, it's time to be PROUD of yourself, you big, strong, bisexual king.
Two deacons moved to grab him, but as they got close, they both froze. Deacon Reyes's body betrayed him. I could hear his bones cracking as he bent over, groaning and moaning as his body started growing and his brown skin lightened to a golden tan. The second deacon, white as flour, went the other way. Brown flooded his arms, his nose broadened, and his hips thickened. He tore his zip down and exposed himself, nothing like the man he'd been in the mirror that morning.
"What's happening?" Finch shouted.
This is a trick! This is a lie! This is-
But he was interrupted again by the Martinez brothers, sitting in the front right next to him. Though their skin tone did not change, their bodies also thickened fast until they looked like 2 identical Latino studs. They started groping each other, moaning and touching themselves in front of Finch.
The whole church was in chaos now. People were getting up, trying to run, trying to fight, but it was no use. Finch was getting desperate.
In the name of the Lord, I command you to stop! I command you to leave this place! I command you to stop corrupting my flock!
He made the sign of the cross.
I renounce th-
But he couldn't finish.
His voice cracked as his body started betraying him too. Like the others, he started growing, his old age melting away as his biceps torn through his clothes.
...
I had to get out of there.
I couldn't stay and watch whatever the hell this was happening to all these people I knew, so I ran.
Miraculously, my body didn't start changing. I didn't know why, but I wasn't about to question it. I just ran out the back door and into the street, trying to get as far away from the church as possible.
And so, I ended up in the closest place that was still open nearby - the town's only gas station. I needed to talk to someone. Maybe Joe could help me. He was a nice guy, he'd probably believe me.
I entered the gas station, but it was empty. Or so I thought. I heard a noise coming from the back room. I walked in, and there was Joe (well at least I thought that was him, he looked more Asian now), the owner, hunched over, his pants around his ankles, moaning like he was in ecstasy while a man I didn't recognize was fucking him from behind.
Fuck. Not here too. What do I do now?
That was the moment I realized this was bigger than just the church. This was probably happening all over town. I had to get help. I had to call someone who could do something about this.
Too focused on the situation, I didn't notice how the 2 men in front of me were staring at me with hungry eyes. I had to get out of there before they decided I was next. So I ran out of the station without even looking back. The closest place I could think of was my own hardware store. I needed to get my phone and call someone. I needed to get help.
There was this number I had seen on one of those ads on the radio before. AEGIS. They were supposedly some kind of agency that dealt with emergencies, and got famous for their handling of the Asian Flu around the world. I didn't really believe in that stuff, but at this point, I was desperate. I needed to call someone who could help me.
Back at my store, I locked the doors behind me and went to the back office. I grabbed my phone and dialled the number I recalled from the ads: 1-800-AEGIS. Thankfully, they picked up instantly.
Woman: Hello, thank you for calling our support line. What's your emergency?
Me: Please help me. Something's possessing the men in my town. I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do.
Woman: Can you please state your name and location for the record?
Me: My name is Cole. I'm at the hardware store on ███████. Please, you have to help me.
Woman: Give me just a moment, Cole" she said. A tired man's voice with a slight accent came on the line.
Morrow: Cole. This is Agent Morrow. I need you to stay calm and tell me exactly what happened.
I told him everything. From the sermon at the church, to the voice, to the transformations, to the gas station. I was shaking by the end of it, but I needed to get it all out.
Morrow: Understood, Cole. I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to listen to me very carefully. We are aware of the situation in ███████ and we are sending a team to your location right now. I need you to stay inside and lock your doors. Do not engage with anyone outside. Do you understand me, Cole?
Me: Okay, but what do I do if-
*beep beep beep*
The line went dead. I tried calling back, but it just rang and rang without anyone picking up.
Great. Just what I needed. I was on my own until they got here. I sat in the back office for a while, trying to calm down and think of a plan. I didn't know how long it would take for them to get here, but I knew I couldn't just sit there and wait. I needed to do something.
Owning a hardware store had its perks. I had access to all kinds of tools and supplies that could help me defend myself if I needed to. I started barricading the windows with shelves and tables, and I grabbed a few things that could be used as weapons just in case. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if any of those possessed demons showed up at my door, but I was determined to protect myself and my store.
...
At two in the morning, there was a knock at the door.
I didn't know who it was, but I knew it couldn't be good. I slowly made my way to the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Cole. Cole, open up. I ain't feeling right.
I pressed my eye to the peephole and stopped breathing. I could see Trevor outside, or at least I thought that was him. He was the last person I expected to see, especially in this state. Trevor worked for me during the weekends mostly. He was standing in front of my door in basketball shorts and nothing else. Instead of his usual pale skinny frame, I could see a sweaty mess of muscle, covered in a golden hue.
Please, man. I need your help. I don't know what's happening to me. I can't control it.
No way I was gonna open that door.
Boss... I ain't like th... I never...
He then proceeded to lose himself on my welcome mat. I could smell his musk through the door. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else besides the sexual image of a latino Trevor jacking off on my porch, but it was hard.
After a while of going at it in front of me, his eyes rolled back and he came, spraying his load all over my welcome mat. Fuck... it was kinda hot to think about it.
When his eyes opened again, they were black. He looked at me through the peephole, and smiled.
You like that, Cole? You like the smell of my cum on your mat? You like knowing that I'm out here, jerking off for you, while you hide inside like a little bitch? Keep pretending, Cole. See how long that lasts.
That was the last thing he said before he walked away. I stood there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. I was shaking. I didn't know what to do. What if the other possessed people were going to come after me next.
I didn't sleep well that night. There was no bed in my store, so I had to improvise. That, and I was also scared to death of someone getting inside the store while I was asleep.
...
Still, I woke up the next morning to silence. Had it all been a nightmare? I turned on the radio, but there was only static.
Outside, ███████ was quiet. Too quiet. I looked out the window and saw that the streets were empty. I checked the front door. Trevor's cum was still there, dried and crusty on floor. So it hadn't been a dream. I stayed inside, trying to keep myself busy. But it was hard. My balls were kinda heavy, it had been a while since I had jacked off and this whole ordeal had made me horny against my will.
Suddenly though, I heard knocking at the door again. This couldn't be good... so I slowly made my way to the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
So many of them were outside... Trevor, Voss, Pastor Finch, the Martinez brothers, and a few others I didn't recognize. All standing there, looking at me through the peephole with hungry eyes. I could see their cocks straining against their pants, and I knew they were all hard.
What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't let them in, but I also couldn't just sit here and wait for them to break in. I needed to think of a plan, but my mind was blank. I was too scared to even move.
Then, my radio came to life:
Morning, Cole. Sleep well after you called your new friends?
How do you know that!?
I know everything about you, Cole. I know what you want. I know what you need. And I know that you're going to let them in, aren't you?
"I'm not listening to you." I yanked the radio cord out of the wall. The voice kept talking.
You thought that would work? Bahaha, nice try, but you can't escape me. I'm just trying to help you, Cole. And have some fun while we're at it. You know, I think you might be the best one yet. This town is sure lucky to have you.
Shut up! I don't want to hear from you any more! Leave me alone! I just want to be normal! I just want things to go back to normal! Why are you doing this!?
Normal? But Cole, you were never normal around here, were you? You think I don't know your secret? You were always the one who was different. And now, I'm giving you the chance to just be yourself. To embrace who you really are. You should be PROUD of yourself, Cole.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the empty store. "What do you want from me?"
Maybe I owe you an explanation. You see, Cole, I'm not really the devil or whatever you folks believe in. It would be too hard to explain, but let's just say that the energy coming from this place was just too much for me to resist. I couldn't help myself. I had to get involved. And now, here we are. Just you and me, Cole.
Please, just leave me alone... I don't want to be a part of this. I don't want to be a part of any of this. I'm not a bad person like most of them. I'm not like them... Just leave me alone!
"Not like them?" it said, almost gentle. "Baby, you're the only one who was ever like them at all."
I still had no idea what the voice was talking about.
What was I supposed to do? I was just trying to survive! I just wanted to be like everyone else! I didn't want to be different! I didn't want to be a target!
You're the biggest sinner in this town, you know that? All these men you see - they cheated, they stole, they fucked around. But you? You sat there nodding while they condemned people like you. You never disagreed. You just sat there, pretending to be one of them. Look at them now, Cole. You don't have to pretend anymore. You can finally be yourself. You can finally be FREE.
I pressed my eye to the peephole again. Jimmy stood at the front of the pack, his cock still hard in his pants. He wasn't trying to break the door down. Well, none of them were. They were just waiting.
Then, in the back of my sight, I saw movement. Black SUVs rolled down the street, and stopped in front of my store. I thought I was saved. But then I saw them setting up shop and standing back, just watching.
"They're not here for you", the voice said. "They couldn't care less about a random closeted man in the middle of nowhere, you know. Let's hurry up then, we don't have much time left 😈"
As the voice said that, heat hit my chest. My shirt pulled tight across pecs that hadn't been there 5 minutes ago. I looked down and watched my nipples push hard against the cotton. My arms felt heavy...
No... Not me. I'm not like them. I don't agree with-
Just admit it, Cole. You are the biggest hypocrite in this town. Living a lie for more than 30 years.
My khakis were tented bad. The head of my cock pushed against the zip, thicker than it had any right to be. I slapped a hand over it, but it throbbed back and a wet spot spread fast.
Through the peephole, Jimmy stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his musk through the door.
"Come out, bro" - he said.
My thighs swelled inside the pants. My ass felt heavier, rounder, like it had been waiting years for someone to grab it. I stumbled back from the door and hit the counter, breathing hard.
"Just say the truth, Cole. Say it and I promise I'll let you keep some of your personality", the voice said again.
"I'm not-" But my hand went down my pants without permission, stroking slow. Every pump made my head fuzzier. "I'm not... I go to church. I'm normal."
My shirt ripped at the shoulders. I looked down at a chest splitting with muscle, abs carving in under my skin. I still looked like me. Just bigger. Sweatier. Dumber. My cock hung fat and veiny past the open fly, leaking down my thigh like a faucet I couldn't shut off.
"I'm gay..." I said so low I barely heard myself.
"Finally coming out of the closet, huh?" the voice said.
Jimmy's fist hit the door three times. "Louder."
I was crying now. I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to admit it. But I couldn't stop myself. The voice was right. I was a hypocrite. I had been living a lie for so long, and now it was all coming out at once.
My hand was still down my pants, stroking my now big fat white cock like it was the only thing keeping me sane. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. It felt too good. It felt like I was finally being honest with myself for the first time in my life.
And so, with one last pump, I shouted it...
I'M GAY!
My cock exploded as I said it. The heat and pleasure went through my whole body. I felt like I was on fire, but in the best way possible. My biceps doubled in size, while my pecs grew into 2 slabs of perfect round squishy muscle. My cock thickened another inch, heavy and proud, and my brain went quiet in the best way. No more worrying what other people thought. No more pretending to be something I wasn't. Time to be PROUD of who I am.
"Fuck yeah. I'm gay." I said dumbly.
Finally cumming to your senses, huh? I must say, I enjoyed this little show, but I must leave you now, lest I let these lower-dimensional beings get too close to me. Be PROUD of yourself, just like everyone else is now.
And with that, the voice was gone. The heat started to fade, but the changes stayed. I was still dripping with cum. I looked at myself in the mirror behind the counter and barely recognized the person staring back at me.
A dopey grin spread across my face without me choosing it. I walked to the door barefoot ass naked and unlocked it. The morning air hit my skin and I laughed. It felt... good.
They all looked at me when I stepped out.
Jimmy Jamal first, with his now dark skin and thick arms. "Took you long enough, bro. I was starting to think you were gonna be the only one left out."
At that moment, I didn't think. I didn't hesitate walking straight into him. I didn't care that he used to bully me for being gay. All I cared about was that I was finally free. That I could be myself without fear of judgement. That I could finally be proud of who I am.
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard, tongue shoving in while his thick fingers found my ass and pushed two inside without asking. I moaned into his mouth like a bitch in heat. My fat cock rubbed against his abs, leaking all over both of us.
"Fuck... you're tight", he growled.
He spun me around and bent me over the hood of my own truck. I caught a glimpse of the black SUVs packing up and driving away, but I didn't care. I was proud of who I was now.
Jamal shoved in one long thrust and I saw stars. My white ass stretched around his dark meat while other men watched. Every pound made my head emptier and happier.
"Fuck me", I slurred. "Please... fuck me harder."
Jamal laughed against my neck and gave me what I asked for. My cock swung untouched beneath me, smearing pre on the bumper. I was proud of being a dumb, cock-hungry white faggot in this town, and I wanted to show it off.
He came fast inside me, filling me up with his hot, thick load. It filled me up so much that it leaked around his shaft and ran down my thighs. I was so full that I couldn't even move, just standing there bent over the hood, moaning and panting like a dog in heat.
Fuckin'... best day ever
Jamal slapped my ass and pulled out slow.
You like that, bro? You like being filled up with my cum and being my little bitch?
I stood up on shaky legs and wiped some cum off my cheek with two fingers. Sucked them clean without shame. Best day ever indeed...
...
The black SUVs never came back. Many changes happened in the town over the next few days.
I don't remember if there had been any women in the town before, but ███████ was proudly a town of only men now. Pride month became a month-long yearly tradition for us. The local church was turned into a gym, and Pastor Finch became the town's personal trainer. Men frequent that gym religiously now.
Me? I still own the hardware store, but lately I've been having a lot of success fixing people's pipes. Guys around here have been having a lot of problems with their plumbing lately, and I guess they just trust me to get the job done. I don't know if it's because I'm the only one who can do it, or if it's because they love to look at me before laying pipe. Anyway, business has been booming and I couldn't be happier.
He's a shy guy, always has been, getting fully red at the slightest shit, even after growing into this massive himbo. That only makes his dick even more hard when you tell him to show off and take his clothes off slowly just for you.
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In the year 2025, scientists found a male growth acceleration hormone in various great ape species. This is the log of a psychiatrist who oversaw the test subjects during their time at the research station:
Dr [REDACTED]’s log,
Early this morning, a prepubescent male was brought in to test the growth hormone in a controlled lab environment. Previous tests yielded unruly results, but tame nonetheless. The purpose was to extract as much information about personality change, sex drive and overall satisfaction.
Subject A was given an injection of the hormone (then named the “B34R” virus). His changes were almost instantaneous, a rapid increase in muscle mass followed by an apparent onset of puberty.
Subject A’s voice deepened and grew to a low baritone before reverting to what was described as “orgasmic pleasure.”
The subject then underwent rapid hair growth on the face, arms, pectorals, abdominal region, hands, legs, buttocks, pubic area and feet. His bone structure changed as well, turning his boyish features more angular and rough.
After his metamorphosis was complete I was allowed to ask some questions. Below is an excerpt from the interview:
“And how do you feel after your transformation?”
“Fucking great! I feel like i could lift a car!”
“As to be expected, your muscle mass has been increased by approximately 475%. You should be well on your way to lifting a car.”
The conversation abruptly stopped as the subject became distracted with his new body hair.
“Fuck! Look at this fucking fur! I’m a beast!’
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Due to this, the subject became incredibly aroused and could not continue answering any questions.His mental state seemed to age with his physical state as shown from the sleeve tattoo present during the two week checkup meeting where it was not once there.
Subject A also began several relationships within this time, all of homosexual nature reflecting the similar practices of previous subject. He is described by his several partners as “an absolute beast” and “hung like a stallion.”
The subject’s family (a brother and the subject’s father) also expressed interest in becoming test subjects for the trial run.
Given the success of this treatment, I hearby approve the “B34R” virus to be used in the creation of supplements.
I'm a somewhat beefy guy, and I found this new protein shake on the market called "Cow Boy Pro," spelled exactly as above. I took it before a big chest day. Now my chest feels all tingly and weird, and my muscles feel extra energized. What's going on?
Warning ~ Milk haha (story might not be for everyone).
*****
“So what did you say this stuff was called? Cowboy protein?” Leo said, tossing around the tub of powder in his hands.
“No, it’s Cow Boy Protein,” came the reply from the other room, Matteo’s voice half-distracted as he unpacked groceries in the kitchen.
Leo rolled his eyes and twisted the cap off. “Yeah, that’s what I said bro. Cowboy protein.”
The scent hit him hard—sweet, thick, almost... earthy. Like vanilla and hay. He scooped a heaping pile into his shaker, added water, and downed it without a second thought. Thick, chalky, but weirdly... creamy.
He barely had time to rinse the cup when the first tingle hit.
It started in his chest.
A warm, buzzy pressure spreading across his pecs like a post-pump high that wouldn’t quit. “Ughhh... damn,” he muttered, gripping the edge of the counter as his nipples throbbed. His shirt tightened. Not just tightened..
stretched. The seams across his chest creaked audibly.
“What the fu-?”
He looked down. His pecs. Once decently beefy, were bulging. They twitched involuntarily, bouncing with every breath. And they weren’t stopping.
“Matteo? Bro, what the hell is this shit?” he called, panic rising as the fabric of his tee split right down the middle. His growing, glossy chest spilled out like rising bread dough, jiggling with the softest movement. The nipples sat high now, puffy and flushed.
Matteo appeared in the doorway, holding a bag of rice. He didn’t look surprised.
He looked smug.
Leo staggered toward him. “Bro! I’m growing. This shit’s doing something to me - what the fuck?!”
Matteo just chuckled. “I told you. It’s Cow Boy Protein.”
Leo opened his mouth to argue, but his pecs jumped again, swelling another inch outward, wobbling obscenely.
The heat was spreading to his head now. Thoughts felt… heavy. Slow. He blinked. “No… I-I gotta… gym… or sumfin’…”
“You’re not going anywhere, beefcake.” Matteo tossed the rice on the counter and stepped in close, brushing a thumb over Leo’s slick nipple. “Just give it a second.”
Leo groaned.
his knees buckled. He fell back against the wall, huge pecs quivering with every panicked breath. Words tangled in his mouth.
“Bro I...I feel… uhnnn… weird....thas not righ’....I...moooooOOOOO…”
Matteo grinned. “There he goes.”
Leo’s eyes glazed over. His mouth hung open. A little line of drool slipped down his lip.
“Moo00OOOOoooo."
Leo’s hulking frame sagged against the wall, his arms too heavy, too thick with muscle to lift properly anymore. His chest had taken over
two giant, glistening masses that hung from his torso like overfilled water balloons made of striated beef.
Each breath made them jiggle, and bounce. Nipples fat and dark.
The smallest movement sent a ripple through the heavy slabs.
His mouth hung open slack, a string of drool trailing down his cleft chin.
“Muuuhhh…”
The sound rumbled from deep in his chest
He blinked slowly, head heavy, eyes glazed over. Whatever thoughts used to be there.
Workouts, meal prep, weekend plans, Were long gone. Now, there was just the aching, full, need in his pecs. His brain had melted.
Not Leo anymore,.
Matteo stepped in front of him, eyes scanning his masterpiece. Leo’s body was crazy.
over 300 pounds of shredded, twitching beefcake, but his chest was the centerpiece.
“Good boy,” Matteo murmured, dragging his hands over Leo’s glistening chest. “You took it like a champ.”
Leo moaned, well, MOO’d as Matteo’s fingers circled around his pecs, slowly pressing and squeezing. They felt hot, swollen with something thicker than just muscle. The skin was taut, veins pumping, twitching under every touch.
Matteo leaned in and whispered
“Thats what the protein does bro, Its not to get you jacked...” He gave Leo’s nipple a firm roll between his fingers
Leo bellowed. A thick, creamy white bead welled up from the nipple. Then another. Matteo grinned,
"It makes you produce the best damn protein on the market!"
Leo’s only answer was a deep, breathy “Muuuuuhhhhhh…” as his chest shivered and bounced involuntarily.
Matteo pressed his palms into the sides of Leo’s pecs, sinking his fingers deep in.
Matteo leaned forward, lips brushing over one of the swollen nipples. It twitched under the contact.
What was left of Leo let out a low steady
Moooooooooo.
Then,
slurp. Matteo latched on.
Leo bellowed, a full, animalistic moan echoing through the apartment, as a thick, creamy jet of sweet, protein-rich milk pumped directly into Matteo’s mouth. He swallowed greedily. The flavor was unreal
dense and creamy, with a hint of vanilla and salt.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
Matteo massaged the massive pecs rhythmically, coaxing more out with practiced hands.
Had he done this before?
Leo’s whole body bucked. His mind was gone, replaced with one singular need.
His hips ground into the air. He was so full. So heavy. So dumb.
Matteo broke the seal, wiping his chin. “Fuck, You are gonna make so much money for me man.”
Leo drooled, chest heaving. His eyes were crossed now, mind cooked, body twitching.
“M-m-mooooo…”
****
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“I had to leave the meeting early as I could feel my belly starting to strain the buttons on my shirt. As soon as I got outside all the buttons burst off immediately allowing my squirming belly to balloon out in front of me! What’s happening to me?!”
After the painstakingly slow process of lowering yourself on his absolute beast of a cock, your asscheeks finally reach his balls and you are stretched well beyond your limit!
It was such a tight fit, not sure how much longer you can take it, you ask him if he's already close.
The movement from nodding was enough to send him over the edge, me pulls your face into his solid pecs, threatening to crush your face, whilst a what feels like a gallon of cum explodes so powerfully, you feel yourbody rise slightly. Your body is filling up and excess cum pours out of your overly stretched asshole
His orgasm finally subsides and his beasty cock remains deeeeeep inside you. He continues to breathe heavily in your ear, then he whispers "now that's out of the way, we can have some REAL fun!". He stands up with you still impaled on his still rock-hard cock, holding you with his incredibly strong arms and proceeds to fuck you at an alarming pace - you're thankful the bountiful amounts of cum inside you as you need all the lube you can get if you want to survive a raging cock like this!
He uses many positions and lays you on various pieces of furniture whilst his athletic energy never ceases. Your feet don't touch the floor for nearly three hours, and in that time, he has 5 intense orgasms inside you, bloating your stomach.
I lay on the bed, covered in sweat and panting hard - I must have passed out. My body aches and my stomach is burning, I feel like my insides have been scrambled. As I gently press my bloated and pained stomach, I feel a small squirt of warm leakage from my ass. I put my hand to it to see what it could be, but my fingers slip right in - when did I become so loose down there? Three of my fingers just slipped into my usually tight hole... Then I remember the guy from the bar!
This guy was gorgeous, tall with jet-black hair down to his shoulders, his skin was smooth, dark and every inch was packed full of muscle, he was an absolute hunk! I invited him back and we made out. I wanted to take it slow, but he continued stripping, revealing more and more of his godlike body, finally showing off his supreme endowment. But when I said he was too big, he got rough.
My bedroom door flies open, and the abusive man from last night struts across the room in only a towel, holding a cup of coffee.
I can smell my shower gell on him, from here, it's oddly comforting despite the genuine fear I have right now. Whilst I was unconscious, he must have helped himself to a shower and to things in my kitchen.
My body aches too much to move. He stares at me with his intense eyes, he downs the coffee in one go, making an exaggerated "aah" as he finishes.
"Right, " he says forcefully, smashing the mug on the floor as he talks, "time to finish you off!" my towel is torn off his waist, revealing his monstrous appendage.
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"damn, you're the first person who hasn't run away when they've seen my cock... Don't lick it too much, if it gets too hard, it'll never fit inside you.
"... That's it, lay back against my hand, I'll support you... Raise your ass and I'll ease it in. Ooooh, you feel tight, but you're stretching nicely around the thickening shaft, damn, nearly fully erect now, I'll push further in veeeery slowly. Oooh fuck, you feel so good, I can feel your organs moving out of the way.
"Look at your stomach, its bulging from how far my dick is! You can't be human, I've never made it balls deep without inflicting severe internal damage!
"That's it, I need you to be my official fucktoy... I'll pay you handsomely for it - but first, I wanna see how you balloon up when you take my load... Fuck! Here... It.... Cummssssss!!"
Fuck I can't believe he took it all - these jock-types are usually fucking wimps when it come to taking something this big!! He's taking me like a fucking champ. All 16 fucking inches.
Ugh, and the sound of my balls slamming into his cheeks... Fuck... They're full to max right now, I've been saving this load for a whole week, they're the size of coconuts... Fuck.... They're about to burst...i should warn him befo-ugh-ARGHfuck... FUCK. take it. TAKE IT! Let me FLOOD THEM GUTS... Take it ALL
Fuck lad, that's it, CHOKE ON MY CUM! cough it up, lad, that's it, cough it up... I know it's thick, it don't come up easy, but I don't want you drowning in it. Not yet, at least, I've still got another round in me.
