Xherion

You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.

"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"

"Jason is like totally the hottest."

"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."

"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"

You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.

"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"

The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.

“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"

"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.

"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.

The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"

You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.

"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"

Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.

"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"

"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"

"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.

"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."

"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"

You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.

"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.

"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.

"No shame in that, brah!"

You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.

"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"

Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"

"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"

The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.

"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.

"Chlorophyll."

"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"

Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"

The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.

"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.

"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"

You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."

"Correct!"

"Woah bro, nice one!"

Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.

"What the…?"

The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…

"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"

The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"

"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."

But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?

"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."

You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!

"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.

"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."

You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...

"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.

"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."

The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...

"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"

"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."

"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.

The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?

"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."

"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"

"Dead lifts..."

"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."

The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."

Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?

"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.

You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.

"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.

"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."

Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.

"The answer is hips, bro."

"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.

As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.

"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind- Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.

When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?

"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.

Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?

A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.

The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."

"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.

"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.

"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"

The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"

The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.

"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."

Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.

The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.

With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.

"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.

And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…

Hello everyone!! I know I have been gone, i have explained it but I wanted to share some of the things I got commissioned, this first piece was commissioned, Hope you all enjoy, there is a sequel as well!

I wasn’t always like this, a big, beefy, hunky, smelly, hairy, hot, sexy…. I wasn’t always this meathead okay. Fuck i’ve been getting so distracted lately, like my brain can’t focus, like my thoughts were going through molasses. Ever since I met HIM I haven’t been ME.

It all started last week, I was how I’m supposed to be your, normal average TWIG- no don’t interrupt me, lean nerd. My hair was chocolate brown, the sides cut short and the top long and wavy, resting on the side of my face. My skin was pale because I HATED leaving my dorm room, the outside sun and my allergies didn’t agree with me so it left me to my hobbies indoors, reading, writing and playing TTRPGS online with my friends LOSER, LAME, BORi- SHUT UP.

Sorry about that the voice in my head, the loud, horny, gay as fuck jock won’t leave me alone. 

As I was saying I was your typical nerdy Geology student. I was lean, maybe a lil paunchy because of the freshmen 15 and my lack of willpower to maintain my body but I was having the most fun and freedom of my life. I kept myself shaved smooth and my body so clean any girl could eat off it. Just like the room I lived in, more spotless then probably your favorite restaurant. The campus messed up with the living arrangements so I had a single dorm to myself, which meant I could keep myself, my space and my life tidy just the way I liked it. The RA was decent and I was even talking to this cute girl in my geology program, Anna. Life made sense and I didnt care what anyone else thought for once.

That is until BRAD moved in, Brad was this stereotypical dumb football Jock. Apparently the university was experiencing some room shortages (shocker the place that mismanaged rooms at the start of the semester would do it AGAIN) and since I had space they sent me an email to EXPECT another roommate in a week. They sent me some details like his name, his contact info but besides that I was going in blind.

Man do I wish I lost my sense of smell instead. When Brad opened the door I smelled him before I saw him. It was like a fog of filth rolled into my room. Hours of sweat and musk swept into the room, causing my eyes to water and my throat to choke. As he stepped in the lingering scent of sex and cum wafted off him. He smelled like if a football practice was in a porno and my worst nightmare was having sex.

His footsteps loud on the tile floor as he made his way in carrying two duffle bags of poorly packed dirty clothes. His arms tensed and flexed, his biceps bulging out like mountains, his shoulders wide and beautiful with a loose tank’s straps draped across them slightly covering the pillow pecs that rested underneath. His neck was thick and corded with muscles as facial hair rested against his adams apple slowly growing up into a beautiful beard that framed plump lips. His nose and cheek bones were strong and chiseled like a statue as his brow bone loomed over his eyes giving him this fuck boy/frat jock look that probably drove sorority girls wild.

 His shirt rode up  exposing abs that looked like the cobbled streets of rome, his hips were graced with cum gutters and a treasure trail that made your eyes look down at his 3 inch inseam shorts that left little to the imagination. My own straight eyes couldn't help but look at the monster bulge that was begging to be set free. His thighs stretched everything to the limit as his calves shaped like perfect diamonds carried him to the empty bed next to me.

“Yo, you're my new roomy now sick!” Brad said dropping his bags on the floor, the clothes immediately spilling out as the zipper wasn’t fully done. My jaw basically hit the floor as my ideal life was eviscerated in seconds as fear for what the next year would basically be. If only I had known just how AWESOME- no terrible it would actually be.

The musk was strong especially when, he heard no response and IMMEDIATELY went up to hug me, my stunned body and weak form stood no chance of escape or defense as he picked me up with ease, his sweaty masculine HOT- no, manly physique picked me up like I weighed nothing. My face buried in his pecs, his body hair tickling my nose as his cleavage suffocated me.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he asks, putting me down, my face covered in his sweat. I try to just shake it off, mentally I was thrown off as I struggled to come up with some sort of thought. I hadn’t said anything right?

“it’s..Its not important, the names Christopher, Brad right?” I say holding out my much smaller hand. This meathead immediately grabs it. “That's right Bro look at you catching on!” he says, not mockingly I think just as a statement. From his GORGEOUS- STOP IT ALREADY I'M TELLING THIS STORY IF I'M TRAPPED IN HERE- as I was saying from his face all i could see was dumb innocence as he immediately picked up his bags dropping more clothes onto the floor. This semester wouldn’t end I thought

“Hey Brad, I know you just got here but do you mind we talk about some ground rules for the dorm” I say, sitting on my bed watching him, each movement he makes a flex. 

“Yeah dude, as long as you're chill with me putting my shit away as we do.” he says nonchalantly, he empties out the contents of one bag completely, the smell of dirty socks and underwear filling the air, eyes starting to water.

“Yeah that's no problem..i..i actually wanted to start with talking about expectations and keeping the dorm clean is first.” I was hoping to just get this out of the way, it would be less awkward, and he’d know where I’d stand.

“Oh Bro I totally get it!” he says literally making a mess by shoving some of his pants balled up into his dresser, his bed already unmade.

“Well I just want to make sure we have a standard, the floor stays clean, beds made and its easy for me to focus on my studies.” I say trying to make sure he understands me. His muscles were insane as he put clothes away, each movement felt like a flex, like he was showing off for me but he couldn’t be. My eyes didn't want to leave his muscular back but as he turned to face me, his perfectly framed lips curled in a smile.

“I gotchu BRO no need to worry.” The way he says bro bouncing around in my head. Like there was more emphasis and weight to it. Its like the back of my head is tingling, a warm energy filling me to my core as I listen, before shaking my head. Brad was holding a crumpled up thing of underwear in his hand, the smell obnoxious but what really took me out was the way his arms were at his sides, almost crossed across his torso, making the pillowey pecs rest and jut out. It made me feel insecure looking at this adonis, his body built to make women’s mouth water theres no way I could bring a girl back here.

“Do you like games Bro?” He asks attention going back to his stuff.

“Yeah I mean I like Dungeons and Dragons, Magic The gathering, Yu-gi-oh is pretty fun..” He interrupts me.

“Nah i mean like video games, fifa, COD, Rivals, league?” He asks me, moving over to my bed sitting down at the head of it. Folding something.

“I, i don’t really play many I guess.” I say rubbing the back of my head, he was probably covering my bed in his smell.

“What bro really?! That's crazy, well I know what we're doing as soon as my pc gets here bro!” he says slamming his hands down on my bed, unbeknownst to me sliding a dirty jockstrap underneath my pillow. His face filled with excitement and joy, god I’d have to make sure he didn’t get in the way of me and Anna.

“Oh..uh okay good yeah! I’m down for that. Just uh one other thing about the dorm.” I say looking down, my head was starting to feel fogged up.

“Yeah bro? What is it?” He says leaning forward making eye contact with me.

“To make sure theres no big distractions are you good with not bringing any girls over, my coursework is super heavy and im fine with notice I just want to make sure that-”

“Woah Chris, breathe, you ain’t gotta worry about me bringing any chicks over!” Listening to him I took a big inhale, my vision getting hazy as I nod my head, jaw going slack. I didn’t even care that he called me Chris, I hated when people called me Chris. I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Okay, that was one problem I wouldn't have to worry about. I didn’t question why, my head fully fogged up, mind running slow, I just felt like I could trust him.

“Great bro.. I mean Brad, I’ll let you finish up*yawn* I’m gonna sleep.” I say motioning him to get up. He raises off the bed as I get settled, not changing into my pajamas like I always do. My limbs feel heavy, mind so tired and my shirt is sticking to me as I see my bro Brad stand in front of me. Ass right in my face and all I can think is damn he’s ho-

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That morning was the worst I had had in a long time, my head hurt, I had missed my alarm. This meant I couldn’t shower and the room was a mess, clothes were still on the floor and that adonis of a man was fast asleep. I hadn't even changed, I was filthy and smelt like a locker room as I raced to my lecture, my feet moving faster than I was used to, I assumed it was the adrenaline, not realizing with each slap of my shoes bottom my legs stretch slightly. Foot getting meatier, longer, wider with each step, pushing it to its limits. I barely made it to my lecture before the doors were permanently closed. The eyes of my peers on me.

Everything my professor said was like water off a duck's back. I couldn’t take anything in. Every time I thought I was getting a grip on something, taking a deep breath, its like a fog rolled through my mind, setting me back to square one. I still smelled like Brad from last night. The sweat, musk and grime sticking to me like glue, god I wish my lecture would do that. Before class was even over I could tell my classmates had moved away from me, recoiling from the scent, even Anna seemed to turn her nose up at the scent.

I had tried to answer a question at some point, our professor opening up the floor to us in discussion. Basic geology fundamental question about how the different rock formation types interact within environments exposed to new catalysts or something. But I fumbled my words, my mouth feeling dry, voice cracking like I was going through puberty. It made me want to shrink in on myself, adjusting in my seat as NOTHING felt comfortable.

Even my clothes felt off, laying on my skin weird, I kept pulling my shirt and adjusting my pants. I was only saved when the class was dismissed, Anna hanging back to walk with me, her face looked sick.

“Christopher are you…are you okay?” She asks, her beautiful face was crested with worry as she looked me up and down. I was the most disheveled I’d ever been.

“No, no..not really you know that new roommate I was getting?” I ask her, trying to be vulnerable, when did Anna get so much shorter. I can’t help but think that as I looked her up and down it's like she was at my chin now instead of my forehead. I wanted to question it but as soon as my mouth open a burp came out of nowhere. I can tell Anna wants to help me but it was just so gross. 

“y..ye..Yeah Brad right, you said on paper the guy was a total douche and you were like dreading it?” She asks waving her hand in her face, like she was wafting off some terrible smell. For some reason that motion alone had given me the ick, sure I didn’t smell great but that was just being a man. Wait where had that thought come from.

“Yeah, well he was like that as soon as he walked in the door, full muscle headed jock carrying his dirty laundry right to our floor.” I say waving my arms, raising them and exposing my now slightly hairy pit. That seemed to make Anna’s face worse, I could see her hold her nose, whatever attracted me to her fighting to hold onto the idea she was perfect. Because if she was perfect she’d admire this smell, she’d realize all the hard work that made that smell, how the grind never stops for them gains. What the fuck am i thinking I don’t work out, thi..this is from Brad.

“God that sounds awful, is that why you were late this morning?” She asks, getting further away. God she was so annoying 

“Yeah, I guess that was him too.” I say getting uninterested in her, why was I even talking about my bro- I mean Brad with her.

“Well If he is causing issues you can always bring it up to student housing, I'm sure they’ll at least hear you out!” She says trying to sound hopeful for me, like if brad went away I would snap right back, I took a deep breath. I DIDNT WANT THAT. I couldn’t tell why I thought that, I did want him gone.

“Thanks Anna, I gotta go and try to clean up, i’ll talk with you later.” She nods, waving off, I still have to give her credit though. She might be annoying but damn was she hot. Maybe I didn’t want a relationship anymore but I wouldn't mind bangin- Fuck what's gotten into me.

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Getting to the dorm felt worse then sitting in that lecture. My clothes felt tighter, every step felt faster, and sweat was dripping off my face and running down my neck. I tried wiping it, feeling stubble graze my hand as I did. 5’ o clock shadow but I don’t- fuck the smell was so strong. 

I got to the dorm fast, not saying hi to anyone I needed to get clean, my shirt stuck to my broader chest, my sleeves were stuck halfway down my forearms and my pants were cutting the circulation off at my thighs. When I opened the door I expected the mess, hell i expected the dumb jock on the bed. Just not a a GORGEOUS, LITHE HAIRLESS TWINK, bouncing up and down on his cock. Riding him like his life depended on it. His face buried into Brads chest as he stifled his own moans.

I wanted to say something, this, this was disgusting. The way that fucking twink arched his back as his hips gyrated. The way his ass bounced when Brad would thrust up to meet them. His whining grew stronger as Brad brought his meaty hands to hold the twinks face telling him he wanted to hear it. To hear how good he was making him feel. The twink threw his head back, eyes rolling, his curly brown hair bouncing with each thrust. This guy was losing his mind, his tongue hanging out as he groped Brad's Chest like they were handle bars to hold onto, their sweat mixing together, both men COVERED in it. His moans were insane as his eyes glazed over from pleasure, mouth opening wide as he begged for more. Brads face got hit with creamy fluid as the twink came his brains out.

God the smell was intoxicating I couldn’t help but breathe it in even if I felt like I wanted to vomit. Brad Manhandled him, switching their position till the twink was on his back, brads ass fully exposed to me. Covered in hairs, his meaty cheeks clapping with each thrust. He flexed so hard, pulling up both arms into a double bicep pose telling this fucked stupid man to worship him. The scent of sex, men and just everything washed over me, before I knew it my own vision was fogging up. 

The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was Brad Cumming inside his boytoy, leaving both parties satisfied.

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My dreams were filled with Brad Stroking a massive cock, at least ten inches long. His underwear, a bright red jockstrap down to his knees as he moved his hands up and down his Pre soaked cock. I felt my heart race as he got quicker, his words  deep and loud bouncing around my head. You like this slut, you want it, give in worship a real man. Crawl over on your knees and burry your head into his crotch. Real men worship cocks. Real men submit to musk, real men deserve pleasure and muscle. BE A REAL MAN!

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When I woke up I was still on the floor, Brad was lounging in just his red jockstrap like nothing had happened. The room was hotter then hell and we were both sweating up a storm. I felt my clothes fully stick to my skin, tight and unwelcoming to any sudden movements. Its like the fog that rolled in last night had fully settled, my brain conflicted confused and my TINY four incher was hard as a rock. Brad was scrolling through his phone when I managed to get onto my feet “Sup Bro sorry you walked in on that” he said nodding his head like I hadn’t just seen him get some primo bussy..wha..like the stud he was.

“Whats sup dude is that I literally just walked in to see you fucking some twink when I told you….” I'm immediately interrupted by him dropping his phone and staring at me. God the way that the red jockstrap just hugged his bulge was insane, my eyes didn’t want to leave it. The thought that that was just inside a guy made me want to hurl but my dream just then made my heart race faster then any chick ever had. My mouth watering, my jaw just a little slack.

“God Chris are you going to make it weird? You literally just said no chicks.” Brad says, in such a dismissive, douchebag way. Such a MANLY WAY. He’s such a real man he deserves pleasure. I almost lean into his voice, almost fall further under his spell, but there it was again. CHRIS, god I hate when people called me that, i shook my head.

“Bro don’t call me that, I hate when people call me Chris, it's Christopher and second..” he raises his arms behind his head exposing his armpits, His face taking on an amused grin. It's distracting but…but I need to say it Bro. “ Second You can’t be fuckin dudes in here either.”

“Fine Chris, i'll text you when i bring em over so you don’t barge in” He says almost conceding but even just the idea of some twink riding his cock makes me nauseous BRO. And he did it again, he called me Chris.

“Nah bro, you can’t be doin any of that gay shit in here” I say, venom leaking out of my voice. My friends had told me in the past that this was one of my biggest flaws. My homophobic beliefs, I always laughed it off, said I was always just hammin’ it up but really I meant it. I couldn’t stand fa- gay people.

“What did you just say to me Chris?!” he gets fully up and in my face, his body almost pressed against mine trying to get me to back down. He over-emphasizes my nam- I mean my nickname for some reason, only my friends called me that. Which he wasn’t, he was just going to keep calling me it, it was more important to tell my Bro the law of this dorm room then tell him off. 

“You heard me, I don't want you shoving any of this gay shit in my face anymore!” I say standing tall. Yesterday I could have swore he lumbered over me, his hulking figure to my short self. Where before I was barely eye level with his chest I was up to his chin now, almost able to lay one on those kissable lips. I should have been nervous or questioned how I went from 5’6 to 5’10 but all I could feel was the fog and a heightened level of testosterone fueling my aggression.

“Take it back Chris, take it back right now!” For a second I could have sworn I saw bros eyes light up green, like some flicker of ancient eldritch power. But I was too caught up in his SEXY pheromones and musk to care. He had crossed to many lines in one day.

“No i won’t take it back you fuckin meat headed muscle queer freak. You have been nothing but disrespectful since you got here  and now you're rubbing your sexuality in my face. I cant wait to fucking contact our GA and get you out of here!” I rant and ramble, finally speaking my mind. My mouth forming the cockiest, angriest smirk it's ever done as I feel pure relief.

Brad doesn’t immediately say anything, the room somehow grows darker, my spine feels not a chill but pure heat. Like a fire was set straight down my back. My clothes, the t-shirt and jeans I wore wet from sweat and clinging to my bigger body for dear life begin to stretch, the sound of fabric straining as Brad lets out a dull cold hearted laugh, his eyes dark.

“Well CHRIS, how bout I shove something in your face for real!” His voice brays as he brings his arm up before clamping it down on my face. His armpit acting like a black hole, my face landing perfectly underneath his musk immediately suffocating me in his pure man scent before everything WHITED OUT. I could no longer think ahead, hell I could no longer think. Bro’s scent was everything, and his godly sweat was marking me, seeping into my face and right to my brain. The dream flashing through my mind, Bros beautiful masculine body, his glorious cock and OH GOD THE WAY HE WAS FUCKING DESTROYING THAT TWINk. My mind and mouth both watering as the changes seeped into me. I felt myself nuzzle into Bro’s pits, sniffing, licking and worshipping them, the feel of his sweat and hair on my face making me feel so good. Moaning against the most divine scent I could imagine

The Musk wafted around me and traveled down my body, like a thick miasma of magic it removed my clothes turning the fabric into fog feeding brad, my lanky, lithe body of full display cramped against a MUSCLE GOD. BEGGING for his attention and admiration as I should. I felt the Sweat and GRIME seep deeper into my pores, my brow bone extending further giving me a more masculine look, my nose growing longer and wider giving me stronger features. My hair absorbing his sweat getting greased back tilla shell of a backwards cap magically appeared sealing my fate before I even knew it. 

It felt so right being underneath BRO and all I had to do was lis- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Brad was steady, keeping his heavy arm clamped down on my head. All these stray thoughts running rampant, the urge, no, need to LISTEN to him beating in my head as I realize all the weird thoughts, and changes that have happened to me in the last twenty four hours. The height, sweat, clothes being tighter, smelling worse and hating Anna, everything I pushed to the side and dismissed were him, as he revealed to me the truth.

“I tried so hard Bro, I wanted a real friend and I could tell you needed that too BRO, but you had to ruin it. I was too nice calling you CHRIS bro. Letting the change be simple and easy for you without takin too much. I can’t let some homophobic piece of shit have this gift, nah you can’t be CHRIS, YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY TOPHER!” His voice angry, sad and manic all at one as his other hand moves to the back of my head pushing me deeper into his MUSK. I panic trying to pull back but BRO is so much STRONGER AND HOTTER THAN ME, moan and groan against his pit inevitably still WORSHIPPING IT as I feel the words he emphasizes PULSE through me.

His hand moves down my neck, sending a shock through my system, my moans and groans come out strangled, and deeper as I feel that same PULSE wrap around my neck, this feeling of it widening as my adam apple grows bigger pushing against my vocal chords forever deepening my voice. My jaw feels stronger as it's chiseled away to match the neck I’m given. “That’s it TOPHER, Just give in to me, you're such a GOOD BOY TOPHER. You're gonna be my BRO and we’re gonna have so much fun TOPHER!” He says each use of BRO, TOPHER, and GOODBOY raking against my mind, scraping away parts of me and fueling this pulsing warmth inside of me. He releases me from his pit, both hands resting against my shoulders and it feels like the weight of my own existence has been put right on top of me. I feel my skin sizzle as it tans starting at my neck, and then my shoulders broaden becoming more masculine in size and better for holding muscles on my frame. It sends this thril of eroticism, of things to come as he teasingly starts moving them lower down my back.

I look at him,eyes pleading as I search for the words. “Please Bro, st..sto..stop whatever this is I promise Im sorry, please I’m….im not CHRISTOPHER- I mean i’m not Topher please. I’m not” My name jumps out of my mouth, my lips plumping as it does leaving me forever, erasing itself from my mind and clearing a better path for my BRO. 

“You're not what TOPHER? What did you say I was? A MEATHEADED MUSCLE QUEER FREAK?! I think that's EXACTLY WHO TOPHER IS!!” He rushes his hands to my chest and I feel it, that same feeling from being trapped in his pit. My vision goes white and I let out this howling moan. Arching my back as my eyes roll back, his hands diving deeper than they should, flesh, muscle and the perfect amount of fat. It was heaven, it was orgasmic but it was also EDGING. My cock wanted to burst but something was stopping me as I tried to hump BRO. I couldn't stop myself. It felt like Brad was frying my brain through pleasure as he played with and sculpted these new muscle tits. Tweaking my nipples, growing them and making them more sensitive.

“Please Brad, please I just lemme cu-” Brad stops and grabs the jockstrap from underneath my pillow. “Shut the fuck up don’t you get tired of your voice. Just listen like the DUMBASS you are TOPHER!” He shoves the dirty smelly jockstrap into my mouth as he says it. The word dumbass ringing in my head as the backwards cap squeezes it in tandem with the pulses now shrinking my brain, the excess thoughts and ideas flowing down to my balls as BRAD resumes feeling me up and sculpting me. My back slowly becomes this tan corded muscle masterpiece as his magic spreads.

He moves to my arms this time making me flex them in a douchey  HOT Double bicep pose.  Each grave of his fingers, each press of his palm I feel this heat build in my body, as my bones are strengthened, my muscles BULGING and skin glowing in a beautiful tan. Till his hands travel inwards and dig into my pit, rubbing in a new stench MUSK that would be mine. Forever linking me to him and INFLUENCING all my decisions.

It Took a second for the foul DELICIOUS taste of the jock to settle in my mouth. I had foolishly tried to push it out with my tongue but each lick, each graze gave me a new flavor of man to savor. Each gulp of his sweat, precum, and cum stains drove my mind mad as I started to crave that taste. I couldn’t stop myself from internally begging for more as I begged for it to stop.

He moves his hands down my torso, each glance against my skin tightens my core, as he slides them down it leaves behind a cobblestone road of abs. Popping up like slabs of perfection All the while whispering my name in my ear over and over again. Topher, Topher, Topher, Topher, god I could listen to him whisper my name in my ear any day. He says it with so much lust and love I want to crea- ITS HAPPENING AGAIN, him saying my name helps him change me.

His hands make a clear v line down before releasing and taking a look at me. “Damn I gave you some Sexy Cum Gutters Topher.” he says walking around me, investigating his work as I helplessly pose for him losing my balance. “But don’t want you looking like a Dorito do we, gotta finish up Babe” he says lovingly teasing my inner thigh. Making them explode rapidly before he moves behind me and slaps me right on the ass. It happens again. That earth shattering feeling as my cheeks Jiggle before he gropes them. My eyes are rolling again as I helplessly beg for him to let me cum. My lips opened wide in shock as he does it again, spanking me. It happens again and again, HARD SPANKS to sensual groping as he creates a perfectly fuckable DUMPTRUCK of an ass that everyone would stare at.

Each time I'm begging to cum as he laughs, egging me on. “God your eyes are crossed BRO, look how the mighty have fallen, just a bit more!” he says massaging my cheeks one last time before his fingers slip between the crack and teases my hole, sending a massive pulse through me that makes my knees buckle. It shouldn’t even budge, no less open easy but the magic coating both of us now lets him tamper, and tease around my hoile before a finger slips in. im gasping for breaths as memories of girls I dated, crushes I had, feelings I bottled up are all erased. Whiting out again, and again as new pleasure centers are added to me.

A new need is demanded by my body, as one of Brad’s Massive, Gorgeous, Amazing hand makes me crave my hole being played with, as the other traces my thighs making them thunder thighs in seconds. His fingers tease and toy with me like I was just an instrument and he was a trained professional. My whimpering increases as he gets a second finger in while his other hand matches that tempo and carves my calves into perfect diamonds and he manages to get a third final finger into my CAVERNOUS, STARVING HOLE as his hand touches my  feet. They explode becoming size 14 triple e wides.

“Almost there Bro any last words” He says destroying my world by removing his fingers. He pulls the jock out of my whining mouth, the need is so strong. My pathetic Dicklet is leaking so much precum, my mind is fried and I miss his fingers and the taste of his Dirty Jock.

“Please stop thi- BRO DONT STOP THIS, PLEASE I NEED…NEED..NEED to Cum Please..” he interupts my conflicted begging, his hand wrapping around my dick with ease swallowing it whole. He shushes me and tells me it's almost over as he easily glides his hand along my precum covered cock. The first stroke up feels like I’m getting harder. My cock raging and growing, as he slides it down it only continues the feeling. It goes from four to five in that brief moment as he gets to the root. He’s whispering in my ear how he likes his boys hairy, fur crops up around my chest, fills in my pits and covers my crotch. 

His hand moves up again six inches. Down now my balls are sloshing with cum. Up were at seven he’s telling me how pretty I am, how cute I’ll look begging for his loads. Down I’m telling him he’s the hottest man in the world because it's true. Up now were at eight, no nine, I can't count all I feel is him slamming his hand all the way down again and nothing else matters. Its just Up, and down, Up and Down, UP, DOWN, UP ANd Down and now were at twelve inches and he tells me to say please and all i can do is fuck his hand over and over again pleading and begging  as his other hand snaps and

Everything 

Goes

White

Load after load shooting out. Every Memory, Every straight thought, higher thought or idea of who Christopher was unloading out of his balls as Topher takes over moaning and fucking his boyfriend Brad’s hand. No need to replace those memories, after all with Topher being a meatheaded dumb muscle queer freak he didn’t have the brain power to really remember that.

It was five loads before he was done and just stared at Brad who smiled and asked the him the only question he COULD answer now “Want to serve my Cock now Babe?”

“YES PLEASE!”

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