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Who said diaper boys can’t also be kinky. My weenie is locked up under my diaper

Gotta love some thick diapers!

Paul was living the life on spring break. He was surrounded by his friends and girlfriend and was having the time of his life, heavily drunk on a crowded beach.

Paul’s cock was throbbing for his girlfriend so he went to the rest area on the beach to rinse off the saltwater and alcohol before carrying he back to the room. He entered and looked to be alone as he stripped naked and placed his clothes on the hook outside the shower.

He got hard in the shower with excitement as he finished rinsing off, he stepped out and began to air dry before reaching for his clothes.

“Fucking assholes.” He said as he looked at the hook where his clothes were laying, now gone and replaced with a small purple jock and matching socks. Based off the aroma from a foot away that were previously used as well. He coved his manhood and wandered around the room. “Cmon guys, there’s a shit ton of people out there. Enough with the prank!” Paul yelled, after a little bit of searching he realized his clothes were nowhere to be found. He sighed and walked over to the new outfit left for him. He slide up the jock and the socks he shivered when he felt the cold sweat on them stick to his skin, thinking one of them must’ve been wearing this all day to get it soaked.

He walked out of the rest area, feeling the cool air rush across his bare ass. He’d been a partier for a while so revealing his body was nothing that bothered him. He began searching the crowded beach for his group again wearing only socks and the small jock. As he explored he caught many eyes and a few whistles, he just kept strutting towards the other end of the beach. As he was nearing their hotel, making his way through the last of the giant crowd he felt a hard slap on his bare ass cheek, Paul spun around expecting to see his friends but instead was staring at a unknown man around his age, slightly more build. “You think that’s funny faggot?” Paul snapped at the man. The man grinned at replied “You’re the one that’s wearing my used jock and socks. Plus don’t pretend like you aren’t begging for this whole beach to slap you ass. It worked for me till some guys offered me $50 to switch clothes.” The man said before showing Paul his ass, which was bright read from the attention his ass had got prior to Paul wearing the jock. Paul then noticed that the man was wearing his clothes! He felt sick when he realized his crotch was encased in a sweaty jock of a complete stranger and not his friends. “Listen here, get your gay ass out of my clothes and stop staining at my crotch, I like chicks man!”

The man chuckled, “Bro, it’s spring break, live a little.” He said as he grabbed Paul’s bulge through the jock. Paul snapped and swung for the man, he avoiding the swing as he clamped his hand down on Paul’s cock and balls, causing him to crash to his knees and look up as he saw the mans fist fly into his face. Paul’s drunk body went limp from the swing as the man swung Paul over his shoulder, acting like he just had to much to drink. As he was leaving the crowd Jack, Paul’s best friend saw the man walking off with Paul and began following from a distance.

The man walked for about 15 minutes to a house on the beach and walked inside. Jack snuck up to a window and tried to peek inside. He saw a odd room with a floor that looked like it was made of his and Paul’s old wrestling mats with pipes and a lot of equipment hung on the walls. Jacks heart started racing when he saw the man begin securing Paul’s limp body to the pipes with ropes. He worked quickly and within 10 minutes had Paul’s body secured from head to toe with a large amount of rope. The man then stroked Paul’s cock before playing a large metal cage around it and locking it. Putting the key in his pocked before covering his head in a spandex hood and securing a thick leather gag over it. He began biting Paul’s nipples as he was still unconscious before taking a thick chain and locking it on his neck with a large padlock, making a necklace of sorts before walking out of the room. Jack gave it a few minutes before quietly opening the window and sneaking in, he silently rushed to Paul and began trying to find the end of the rope weaved around Paul’s body. Paul started to come to and felt his body tightly bound with he sight gone and the thick gag muffling him. He felt handing feeling around him and began to struggle, he couldn’t move much but could scream through the gag with a muffled voice.

“Sh, shhh, it’s Jack” Jack said and he removed the hood to see Paul’s relieved eyes, he tried to remove the gag but found another small lock over the clasp. “Fuck, it’s locked! Let’s just get you out of here and worry about it after” Jack said as Paul made small muffled sounds in response. Jack kept searching for a way to loosen Paul’s bondage, Paul began squirming and screaming through the gag. “Please be quiet, if that fag comes ba-“ Jack began to say before he realized Paul was warning him as the mans muscled bicep clamped around Jacks neck. Jack starred at Pauls eyes filled with fear as his body was secured in bondage, Paul saw the same fear in Jacks eyes until he went unconscious his shirtless body collapsed. “Hmm, guess you boyfriend came.” The man said as Paul glared.

Paul watched as the man wasted little time hog tying his friend tightly in rope before pulling down his pants and locking a metal cage around his friends large cock and balls, making Paul realize the odd sensation on his own manhood was from the same. The man then gagged Jack with a bandana and smack him across the face.

Jacks body twitch before he began to wake up, quickly realizing what happed as he started at Paul’s body still bound in front of him. They both began moaning through their gags and struggling as they looked at each other hopelessly.

Something weird happened the last time  my roommate and I smoked pot. He got so sweaty and hot, and I get so horny. 

“I gotta get out of these clothes, bro,” Miles slurred, completely stoned.

“Do what you have to,” I said, staring as he pulled off his shirt and his pants. He was drenched in sweat, his skin shiny and slick. He was wearing just a pair of blue briefs now, and I could smell the sweat soaking into them.

“Could I, um,” I licked me lips. He glanced over and saw me staring at his sweaty junk. He laughed. “You want it, dude?”

I sniffed the air, and leaned towards his crotch.

“Hold on, bro,” he said. “If you want it, you gotta get on all fours.”

I obeyed, sliding off the couch onto the floor to kneel before him.

“Now beg,” he said. “Like a pup.”

I whined, tongue hanging from my mouth, and stared up at him with my hands balled up like paws.

“Good pup,” he laughed. “You wanna be my sweat pet? Get my stink all over your face?”

I nodded. I could see his dick getting hard.

“Okay, pup,” he said. “Get in there.”

Every time we work out, one of us turns into a donkey for a day. It’s always random, and there’s no way to know which one will transform until we’ve started. And by then it’s too late to stop.

“Dude, looks like it’s you today,” said Michael.

I looked down and saw that my feet had become hooves. I raised one up. “Oh fuuuHEEAWW!” I brayed. Fur was growing up my legs, and I felt my cock throb as it grew. 

“Get naked, dude, before you rip your clothes again,” Chris said. He yanked down my pants, exposing me.

“HAWWWW!” I brayed helplessly. The change was speeding up, and I could feel my tail lashing back and forth over my furry ass. “HEEAWW!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael said, turning back to lift some more weights. “Calm down, donkey. We’re gonna finish our workout, and then once you’re stuck on all fours, we’re gonna ride you home.”

David and Corey took my pup potion thinking it would be sexy to transform together, but they’re about to find out just how powerful the potion is. On its own, it’ll make you horny, obedient, desperate to fuck or be fucked. But if you take it with a friend, the physical changes kick in.

Corey, on top, has already grown a tail. Fur is sprouting down his back, and his once-hairless legs are getting shaggy and dark.

David, on bottom, was always the more muscular of the two, but he’s starting to shrink. He’s going to become a real small pup, with cute pointy ears and a dark nose. He can already feel his grip on Corey failing as his hands become paws. When they kiss, the changes will be complete. Two obedient dumb pups to add to my kennel.

“Whoa fuck bro I’m getting huge!” Mark grinned. His body swelled with muscle as he pulled the red muscle-speedo up his legs, his chest thickening with strength and dark hair grew across his formerly scrawny body.

“You look great,” I said. "How’s it feel?”

“Fucking awesome,” he said, flexing his new larger arms. He looked concerned for a moment. “But … my head is, like … I feel kinda foggy,” he said. “Is that normal?”

“It’ll pass,” I said. “In a few seconds you won’t remember that you used to be smart.”

“Whaddya mean, used to?” He scratched his head. “Ain’t I still … uh … what’s happening to me, bro?”

“The muscle-speedo’s using your old brainpower to build up your muscles,” I said. “Go ahead and flex for me again.”

He obeyed, grinning as he stared at his reflection, muscles growing even larger.

“Fuuuuck, I’m gettin’ huge dude,” he mumbled, rubbing his thick body. “Aw man. Bein’ hot is so much better than bein’ smart.”