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Power Bottom Pill

Chad and Derek were pumped when they learned how they could earn credits for their science courses. Instead of attending a class and needing to pass it, they just needed to take part in an experiment! The two cocky football players signed up for the easiest experiment. All they needed to do was take some pills, and since they didn’t know what they were for or what they would do, it was even better! Chad and Derek could continue fucking any girl they wanted and work out in the weight room to get even bigger. 

The two jock bros did have second thoughts when they arrived at the lab to grab their pills at the start of the semester. There was a student in charge of the program, a greasy and oily man with a whole bunch of acne still and a constant resting creep face. “Hello, Chad. Hello, Derek. Thank you for joining my experiment! Take one pill each day at the same time; it doesn’t matter when, and you can eat or drink with it if you want. You will report back here each week for progress reports.”

“Who else is in the experiment?” Chad asked. 

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”

“Don’t fuck this up for us, brah!” Derek said, as he grabbed the pill bottle and exited the lab, along with Chad. In fact, the two jock bros were the only ones taking part in the experiment. Gary’s reputation preceded him and no one wanted to work with him, especially when he started to delve deeper into changing specific attributes about human males. The college would have asked him to leave, but he was paying his tuition in full without the need for a loan, and his experiments, albeit quite shady, did make a good amount of money for the college as well, at least the ones that weren’t too fucked up. 

These pills were going to turn Chad and Derek into gay power bottoms. Gary was gay, of course, and lusted over guys he knew that he could never had. These power bottom pills would be making his dreams into a reality, but unfortunately, it would take most of the semester for the changes to happen. As such, none of the three men noticed any changes when coming in for the first progress report. Chad and Derek had been dutifully taking a pill each day, knowing that if they faked it, they might be forced to take an actual science course. 

It was in the middle of next week that Chad noticed the first changes, although he wasn’t going to admit it. It happened while he was having sex with Gracie, one of the hottest cheerleaders on campus. She was also known for being kinky, so once she and Chad finished making out while nude, she reached to the ground and grabbed a strap-on. “Have you ever been fucked up the ass before, Chad?”

“No, but I’d love to try it with you!” Chad replied. However, inside his mind, he knew that what he was saying was fucked up. Gracie was smoking hot and all, but he didn’t want a cock up his ass, even a fake one attached to a hot chick. Of course, Chad couldn’t back out now, and so Gracie did end up fucking him up the ass before allowing Chad to fuck her in the ass as well. After the two had finished, Gracie went back to her dorm room to prepare for a meet tomorrow. Chad texted Derek what he had just done. “Brah, ever got fucked by a chick before? So fuckin’ hot, dude!”

“Really, brah?”

“Yeah, dude, it’s not as bad as ya think!” So, as a result, Derek also got fucked up the ass by the next chick he dated that owned a strap-on. Neither man really saw that as a change being caused by the pills, and so they didn’t mention it when meeting up with Gary the next week. Gary, of course, couldn’t test to see how loose their holes were without revealing a crucial part of the experiment, but he hoped that if everything was going to plan, the two jock bros would have been fucked up the ass at least once by now. 

The next week, there were still no outward changes or anything, but both Chad and Derek seemed to secretly love getting fucked by some hot chicks. Gracie fucked both Chad and Derek, but not at the same time, of course, and the two jock bros spent about half their time having sex with a dick in their asshole instead of their dick in a chick’s asshole. Once again, neither of them mentioned it during the check-in with Gary, but the creepy scientist had a very astute eye and noticed that Chad and Derek walked with a specific gait in their step now. That meant that both of them had taken a big shit recently, or that they were getting fucked up the ass still, just like he had wanted. 

It was in week four of the program when the jock bros began to notice some physical changes. They were small at first, like the mental changes had been. Chad noticed that his ass seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. He did work out his glutes, as chicks loved seeing his tight football pants hug his ass, but he didn’t work out his glutes as often as his other muscles. Neither did Derek, and yet both of them were well on track to getting bubble butts. The jock bros didn’t mind, knowing that it would just make them look even hotter, although some of the chicks they got fucked by did mention something about their ass and how fuckable it was starting to look. 

This week, Chad and Derek got fucked more than they did the actual fucking. At this time, they rationalized what they were doing by knowing that it was a chick with a dick, and not a dude with a dick fucking them. And besides, their g-spots were in their asses anyways, so why not fuckin’ experience it and enjoy it too! During the check-in that week, Gary noticed that their asses were getting bigger, but didn’t say anything. It was during the next week that were some more mental changes, one that shocked the two jock bros. 

Derek had pulled up Pornhub one night that week, after his date for the evening flaked on him. He soon found a video to watch, of a hot stepsister and stepbrother fucking. However, the video started with the stepsister spying on her stepbrother, and she was wearing loose clothing. The stepbrother was naturally naked, though, and it wasn’t long before Derek came. When he realized what was on the screen, he dropped his phone in horror. He soon picked it back up and called Chad right away. 

“Yo, wassup, brah?”

“Chad, brah, I think something’s wrong with me! I was watching some porn, and uh, I, uh, I came when there was just a naked dude on the screen.”

“Shit, Der, we can’t help when we cum! At least the chick was hot, right?”

“Yeah, her face was nice, but she was wearing frumpy clothing, brah! I couldn’t even see her breasts!”

“Oh, oh wow, Derek. So, are you, uh…”

“No, I’m not fuckin’ gay, Chad! That’s why I called ya up, brah! I wanna get to the bottom of this.”

“Shit, man, I don’t know. Maybe you were just fuckin’ horny?”

“Yeah, brah, that makes sense. Thanks, Chad.”

“No problem, dude.” Of course, the sexuality shift was due to the power bottom pills, and later that week, Chad experienced the same thing that his bro was feeling. He was in the locker room after practice, surrounded by a whole bunch of nude and sweaty guys. For the past couple of years, Chad barely reacted to seeing another man’s dick in the locker room. But now he was noticing how big his teammates were, in more ways than one, and he found himself chubbing up a little bit. Thankfully, he could play it off by telling the guys that he was thinking of a chick, and jerking off in the showers like some of the guys did, but he knew something was off about him. He brought it up with Gary at the next check-in. 

“These pills aren’t making us fuckin’ gay, right, Gary?”

“Once again, Chad, I am not at liberty to discuss what the pills contain and what they will do to you. However, I can assure you that no drug will change your sexuality. Many studies have shown sexuality is fluid, and they do say college is the time to experiment.”

“Yeah, Chad, I told you it wasn’t the fuckin’ pills!” Derek added. The two jock bros had gotten their science credits on their transcript already, so they weren’t pulling out of the experiment now. Chad was the one to notice some changes next, when he was setting up a date for Friday night. This chick was into pegging, practically a requisite for him now, but she also had a boyfriend, apparently. The two of them loved having threesomes with willing guys, and Chad agreed, having taken part in a few threesomes before. However, all of those threesomes were the guys taking turns with the chick and getting turned on by watching sex play out in front of them. This time, the other guy leaned in for a kiss while stark naked, clearly turned on by Chad as well. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m not actually fuckin’ gay, dude!”

“Me neither. I’m bi, duh!” he responded, and continued to lean in and put his lips against Chad’s. To the jock’s surprise, he didn’t pull away. He had kissed other dudes on a dare before, or during spin the bottle, but never during sex. He pulled away shortly, but his red cheeks revealed that he actually liked it. The threesome was actually pretty hot, and even though Chad didn’t suck another dude off, he did get fucked by one! He didn’t want to tell Derek what he had just done after the couple, scared at what it all really meant. A couple days later, Derek texted him about a threesome he was a part of, and how he had even sucked his first cock. At the next check-in, both men were blushing when they rattled off their sex partners for the week, like they had been doing, and Gary heard two distinctly masculine names. 

“I told you guys college is for experimenting! Now that we’re halfway through the semester, you will need to take two pills at a time. Don’t worry, doubling the dosage is perfectly safe.” Gary naturally wanted the process to accelerate, making sure Chad and Derek would be completely gay power bottoms by the end of the semester. The dumb jock bros went along with it, of course, and during the course of the next week, participated in a few more threesomes and had sex with other guys as well, Chad sucking on his first cock as well. 

However, it was Derek who wanted to try out having sex with just another guy. He downloaded Grindr and made sure his sound was off, so that no one could hear the distinct Grindr tone. He made his name “DL Jock” and posted a few pictures of his muscled and sweaty torso. Naturally, he got a good number of responses in just a few minutes’ time, and it wasn’t long before he was going to meet up with a dude on campus. Derek had seen him around campus a few times before, and would have never pegged him for gay. He was actually a pretty good sexual partner for Derek’s first time with a guy one-on-one, and he found himself swallowing another man’s cum for the first time in his life. 

Chad didn’t experience that shift in his sexuality until after the next check-in, but he too found himself downloading Grindr and meeting up with a different gay student and getting fucked by up and swallowing his load. Over the course of the week, the two jock bros slowly shifted from having MMF threesomes to having sex with just guys. There were some more physical changes that they noticed this week. The guys they were having sex with always commented on their bubble butts. Both Chad and Derek hadn’t been working on their glutes more often since they had started taking the pills, and yet their asses now looked like shelves. They still weren’t that smart enough to connect the dots and continued taking the pills.

Gary barely batted an eye when they listed their sexual partners for the week, and there were only a couple of female names on it. Chad and Derek also told Gary that they were usually bottoming for these guys, but they did still occasionally top. The creepy scientist knew that the changes were almost complete, and that a double dose this week would only seal the deal. He sent them away, and the two jock bros continued to have a lot of sex and bottom for guys while also acting like bros for a little bit. 

It wasn’t long before their countenances changed, though, and Chad and Derek almost completed their transformations as power bottoms. Gary would be helping out with that when they arrived for the next check-in, but he didn’t need to put in as much effort as he thought he would. The two jock bros were wearing crop tops that had “Power Bottom” on the back in the same font the Powerpuff Girls used. They were also wearing short shorts, and it was clear that both of them were wearing colorful thongs. “Gary, I think we, like, know what the pills did to us,” Chad stated. 

“Yeah, brah, they turned us into gay power bottoms, teeheehee!”

“But, like, brah, we’re not mad at ya! We actually like being, like, gay power bottoms, teeheehee!”

“And, like, we find you pretty hot, brah!”

“Just like I knew you would. You dumb jocks fell for my plan hook, line, and sinker, and now you’re my gay power bottoms, right?”

“Like, yeah, Gary!” they both responded. Since the changes did happen gradually throughout the semester, it didn’t come as much of a shock to anyone that Chad and Derek were in a polyamorous gay relationship. However, they were a bit shocked that it was with Gary. Gary was actually a classic example of a “butterface,” meaning that everything except his face was smoking hot. He had a massive dick hiding in those pants that Chad and Derek loved to feel inside of them, and he was actually leanly muscular as well. Of course Gary couldn’t sell those power bottom pills to a company like Pfizer or Moderna, but there was surprisingly high demand for them on the dark web, and Chad and Derek provided an excellent case study as more and more jocks were turned into gay power bottoms. 

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The App #MARKUS

This was a suggestion from a @davidsp01 who wanted an uptight guy to fall and end up a farting slob. I was more than happy to give that a try so here is what came out!How ya enjoy it dude and if you have a suggestion don’t forget to wing me an ask lads! Or head to my Patreon to support me directly and get a story just the way you want it!

The App #Markus

Sat in the large white room, surrounded by beautiful images of guy in tight underwear and designer clothes, Markus had been waiting for hours. It was the part of his job as a model that he really hated. The waiting. He was told that morning on the phone that they had work for him, so he’d made his way to the office in the center of town, a good hour away from his flat, where he had now been for 3 hours. Finally, a woman poked her head around the door and waved him over. “Ah Markus, sorry about the wait” She handed him a small sheet of paper. “It’s a beach shoot down by the dockyard. They wanted someone with your talents and we-“ he’d already stopped listening. The paper was of a set of guys, in just their boxers, on a beach, followed by an address. It wasn’t hard, but he was polite enough to stand and nod as she explained, he wasn’t paid enough for this. “-and once your done just head back here and we can arrange payment, with agency reductions that’s…five hundred and forty.” Markus gave a fake smile, but knew deep down that was nothing, if jobs were going to be weeks apart like this he’d be broke before long. Good looks only get you so far. “Thanks, sounds great” He turned and slid past her, towards the front door “I-er better make my way there, traffic and all that” as he slipped away, not giving her a chance to answer. “Not that she’d have had anything useful to say anyway…” he muttered under his breath. He was 6ft, board shouldered, most of his shoots had him in tight boxers, mainly in pools showing off his body rather than the actual product. He beeped his keys from his pocket and saw the red sports of his car lights flash in response. He open the thin door, sat down and grabbed a yellow and grey striped workout top from the seat next to him. Pulling it on he felt slightly better, he was proud as hell of his body but he didn’t need the attention 24/7. He pulled out his keys, then started to drive, following his phones GPS to the beach location.

He could only have been driving for about 10 minuets when his phone screen suddenly died. He only looked away for a second, trying to drive and also restore his only means of getting around the huge city, a car beeped behind him. Starting to worry he was going off course, he glanced ahead and noticed a set traffic lights “Yes!” He yelled, he’d never been so happy see a red light. The car slowed to a stop in the line of cars and he grabbed his phone. Now annoyed. The screen had turned bright red now, that was probably a bad thing, he thought, so he held the off button hoping to hard reset the device but still, nothing changed. “I don’t have long damn-it just work-oh…w-what the?” He watched perplexed as bold white writing faded into view, a small text box he could fill himself appeared under it.

ONE WISH TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE?

“I don’t have time for these bloody pop ups!” He franticly filled out the box, not caring what it was, only that it needed to be off his screen or he’d be late for the shoot. He couldn’t afford to lose his income, or be arrested for using his phone in his car, over a silly pop up post from Facebook or some damned advert. He paused, but only to think what was the harshest response to really get across how angry he was to whoever had sent it. Assuming they’d see his reply. The lights ahead turned yellow, he only had a few seconds. “I wish I didn’t have to drive to work and deal with this bull shit every day!” and smashed enter. The lights went green and Markus was only more furious when the red screen remained. Now showing just his name and age.

MARKUS 25.

“Oh jeez, I’m gonna be in so much trouble-“ he tried in vein to remember the directions,but the map only showed so far ahead. He gave up, pulled the steering left and headed for a side street off the main road he’d ended up on. He’d need to park up and sort this out, he had no choice. Pulling up by a kebab shop, in a slightly run-down part of town he’d never been in before, but that didn’t matter right now. He took his phone again and was about to yank the battery out when it began to ring, the buttons to answer still appearing over the top of the unknown app. Calling: The Agency. “Works calling? No way, they can’t be complaining I’m late already-can they?“ He tapped the small green button. “Hey, what’s up?” His bosses voice came through “Oh hey Markus, change of plans. Need you to head toooo-“ his voice trailed off as Markus heard him shuffling though paperwork, as if it had just that moment ended up on his desk.  “-AH! Here it is, down to the lower side of the City Centre, they wanted some long-term work and I remembered you saying you were after all the hours you could get.” Markus was a bit shocked, not just was this sounding like a serious long term job but he was, by chance, in that exact area, so he could be early to this shoot and make a good impression! Maybe his day was going to be ok after all. “A-awesome! That sounds amazing thank you” His boss finished by explaining the location and sending it to his phone, but very little else before hanging up on him before he could ask questions. Markus lowered the phone and was amazed to see the red screen peel back to allow him to use his GPS again, but only for this new location. “Well least my phone is playing along…that’s something”

When he’d assumed he was close by, really wasn’t wrong. It was 4 streets from where he’d pulled up and down to the bottom of a long alley he found what seemed to be a large industrial estate. It had a massive lorry pulling out from it and Markus’s nice sporty car was looking more and more out of place. He checked the GSP screen. It 100% said straight on and turn right, into the industrial estate. “Fair enough, whatever you say GSP-overload” trying to joke to himself as he put the car into gear. He eventually parked by MOT service center and got asked twice if he wanted his car looked at before he managed to explain he was here for a shoot of some kind. The oil covered men had no idea but luckily a voice shouted from above. “Oi mate up ‘ere init!” Markus stepped back from the garage door and saw an open window two floors up, with what can only be described as a thug hanging out the window. “Can I help you?” Markus asked, with an air of politeness of course, but he was starting to want to leave and check his GSP. “You Markus? Ya early cuz” His heart dropped a little, this WAS the right place. “Y-yeah that’s me, from the model agency.” He couldn’t help but notice the two bulky car workmen were laughing under their breath at the very idea of a male model as he walked around towards the window high above him. Following the thugs hand gestures towards the rear of the building. “Head round back init, we’ll let ya in” “Ok” Markus replied, half to himself as rounded the brick wall. It was dark, even for the middle of the day. The buildings had huge pipes that went over his head and the smell of oil from the cars around him was overpowering. He approached the only set of stairs he could see and followed them up to the roof onto what seemed to be a couple of dingy flats packed in above the garage. One of the doors, with “KUNT” written across it, swung open with a loud thud. “Mate there ya are c’mon we got shit to do fam”

Markus soon found himself stood in the dingy flat, it smelt badly of weed and the kitchen, what he could see of it, was covered in beer cans and food that had been left to rot. It looked like a drug den off the TV. “You er, got a place booked for this shoot then?” He finally managed to ask as he was ushered into the living room, even darker because of the thick fabric curtains. “Na, got everything here” and the Thug gestured to one other guy with a phone on a tripod with a cheap looking light ring around it. He was getting worried, but they wouldn’t send him to some shit hole for no reason. “So what’s the job? You need a model so-here I am” he said brightly. The thugs grinned at each other, the larger one he’d already met stepped forwards, pulling out his phone. “I’m Jank and this twat with the camera is Kev. We test bondage gear and need a guy for shoots. We got your advert-” Markus couldn’t quite see his phones screen from where he was stood, but he swore he could make out a red glow not unlike his  own phones screen glowing in the dark. Jank spanned out of it and put his phone away “Well? Get on over here and we’ll see if it even fits first”

Markus was led round the small L shaped room to reveal a wall with two hooks and several weird shelves above. “Stand there init” Kev pointed from behind the camera. Was he already recording? Markus walked over and put his back to the wall where he’d pointed. He felt a firm grip around his wrists as they were lifted up and chained firmly into cuffs attached to the hooks. “Oh-hey that’s tight man!” Markus protested but seconds later Jank was done, standing back, key in hand. Leaving Markus stuck, arms held bent by his head and chained to the wall above him. “So this er, is this how you want me for the shoot?” But Janks grin only widened, revealing a missing tooth. He turned his baseball cap around and grabbed something from behind Kev on the wall. Kev was only focused on his camera screen now, he WAS filming this. “W-whats going on?” As Jank approached he suddenly felt very vulnerable. “Listen-MUHPMUH!” He barely got a word out as Jank reached up and shoved a gaged tube into his mouth, tying the thick leather strap around his neck. “There we go, now the funnel Kev!” Kev reached back from his seat and threw a large black funnel with a curved tube attached towards them. Jank caught it, turned and without pause attached it to Markus’s mouth gag. He tried to struggle out of it but he was basically powerless, they’d tricked him! “MUUUHPH” was all he managed as his muscled legs kicked out. “Oh he’s a fighter init” Kev jeered while the larger Jank walked out of sight for a moment. Markus heard the sounds of something being poured before he came back with a huge jug from somewhere on the floor. He sloshed it back and fourth, the sheer weight of the massive jug causing it to sway massively in his arms. The contents was thick, yellow and gloopy just like a shake. “Let’s get that fight out of you lil’man” Markus tried to hold back but within seconds he was swallowing. It was so thick, maybe ice cream was involved, he could barely think as more and more kept coming. After a while he got into a rhythm, finding space to breath through his nose. “MUUUPHHHUMP” “Yeah man ya doing good, see!” He felt the thug slap his belly and laugh as he kept pouring. “WAIT BELLY?!” Markus scremed in his mind.

He tried to kick back again but his legs didn’t move much, barely at all in fact?! They felt sluggish and heavy, they didn’t seem to move the same way they didn’t when he arrived. He shifted his weight painfully as he felt his striped shirt being lifted up by Jank. He could feel the cold air against so much more skin that he was used to. “The fuck is going on?!” he begged to no one in his head. Still chugging the thick shake still filling the funnel.

“Your gonna be perfect for this shoot dude, just gotta work on this skinny body of yours ay piggy” giving his now even larger belly a slap. It wobbled like jelly, worse, he felt his tits and sides wobble with it as the wave traveled his body. His six pack was long gone. It was ballooning outwards now, on the very brink on loosing to gravity when finally the shake ended. Gasping for breath through the tube Markus could barely move. His arms ached, not just from the fat they’d gained, but the muscle he’d lost made it painful to hold them up for long. “Oh wow look at you sweat pig, just from standing there fuck mate that’s bad” Markus couldn’t lower his head far because of his chest pressing back but he was feeling the burn. His legs struggled as his belly gurgled loudly. He could feel his insides bulging and shifting as the huge, thick shake settled as fat in every part of his body. He felt a slap against his face “Oi don’t flake out on us mate! We ain’t done yet not by a long shot” he looked over at his cameraman.

“Kev…get the Keg” he said it with a dark tone like he’d said it many times before. Markus could only squirm while Kev dragged a steel keg along the floor. It was labeled “BEER+” with a messy black marker. It had smaller “4 da pigz”, “FAGGOTZ” and such other foul graffiti all over it too of course. Worse, it was almost dripping, sticky looking, like it had refilled over and over with very little care for keeping it clean. Then, almost more terrifying, was the surprising show of strength from Jank as he lifted the huge keg that Kev had to drag with ease. Placing it onto a steel rack just above Markus’s head. He couldn’t look up to see himself, but Kev got a great shot. The tap on the bottom corner of the beer+ keg being lined up above the funnel, once it was opened. The whole keg would drain slow and steady into their hostage.

“Your gonna like this” he muttered while Markus stood in painful suspense. He wasn’t given any warning either as he heard the squeaky turn of the tap, then his mouth was full, then his throat was full, but it kept coming. He gagged, but it didn’t stop. It tasted foul, he hated beer and whatever else was in it made it sour and harsh on his nose. His belly felt tight, soon it started to push outwards again, but now much faster. His whole body began to fill, almost like liquid, which made sense. He could feel his gut starting to give in and hang, his nipples were rubbing on his vest and felt like they’d been tied to weights as his pec pulled down and apart over his massive gut. “Like the taste bitch?” Markus could only swallow unendingly but watched as Jank pulled down his joggers to reveal his fithy jock strap. He grabbed it with a large hand “Straight from the pisser, probably bit stale now though” Kev laughed and they fist bumped as Markus realized it was beer…and piss, this thugs piss! He regained his struggle, harder than even but only managed to make his stomach rumble. His ass pressed out against the wall and before he knew it “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUT” He kept swallowing, he had no choice, but still even Markus shocked by the loud fart. The smell however, was much worse.

“Oh wow that is bad, I thought mine were bad fuck” Jank covered his nose comically as Markus felt another one brewing. He tried to hold it in but his muscles just weren’t strong enough anymore and it pressed past. “PFFFFUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHUP” Now Kev was covering his nose “Ho oh hell naw, make it stop man” he was laughing but audibly disgusted. Markus felt it, he was sweaty and hot, his gut was now becoming so large and tight it was hurting and now, he couldn’t stop farting as the gassy beer and piss built up inside him.

He almost didn’t notice when the beer+ stopped, he’d been sucking so long he only realized when the familiar feeling built up but instead headed up. “BURRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPPP-HIC” he bellowed into the empty funnel. “PRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFRRRTTTTT” followed out the other end. “Get the plug dude, I got an idea cuz, he ain’t gonna like it though” Jank shouted to Kev as he began to untie Markus, one click and he fell to the floor from his own mass. He slapped the ground, his sweat dripping onto the floor as he pushed himself up onto his belly to try and stand only to be pressed back down by a foot on his back. “You fuckin stay there pig” as Kev threw the huge butt plug towards him. “Yeush Siiiir” Markus managed to mumble into his pipe before he could stop himself. “That’s better, hold still ay” and Markus did. His whole body holding fast just like he’d been told. “W-what the fuck is happening to me?! Fight back!” but his mouth didn’t move.

The cold tip of the huge plug pressed between his ass cheeks. Markus yelped as he felt the huge girth being pushed deeper, sliding between his flabby ass before it reached his tight anus. Markus could feel it, the feeling again, building up in his gut and pushing down. What would his master say if he farted now!? “W-ait, no I need to get out of here!” His ass pressed back against the plug but the Thug wasn’t having any of it. He yanked his ass apart, spitting into the gap “Fucking gonna take it mate, so get used to it” slapping his ass as it slid a small way inside. Jank took his chance and pushed hard, it pulled his hole open and around the huge ball. Markus wanted to scream but part of him, it felt good to be so full. “Ooooooooo” he echoed down his funnel as Jank, with a final shove, won the fight against his tight ass as the plug popped inside. His hole tightly gripping the base, it ached and he felt even more full than before. “I think he likes it cuz!” He heard Kev laugh from the cameras direction as the straps from the funnel were undone and he finally got a break to catch his breath. His new chins slapping up to meet his face. He felt another fart, it loudly gurgled inside his gut and he felt it press downwards. His face strained as he tried to release but the plug sealed him shut.

“I-it hurts-“ He managed to gasp as his stomach rumbled again, expanding with trapped gas. “-s-so good!” Jank and Kev laughed at their pig, almost immobile on the floor and only getting larger by the second. “Help me flip him over man” Kev walked out, even he could see that Jank would need help. He threw down some blankets next to Pig before they both pushed. It was like turning a whale, his sweat and hair made him slippery while the plug did nothing to hide his skink. “BURRRRRRAAAAAAAUUUP-HIC” Pig belched as his insides moved and shifted as he was rolled onto his new blanket.

“Help-HIC-so full-“ Was all he managed as his head laid back, his neck folds more than enough to pillow him. His pecs were like slabs of fat, rolling down his sides. Now his gut was stuffed from one end, every time he farted he only swelled further. His belly didn’t hang now, probably never would again. It stuck out and pressed against every part of him, pinning him to the floor. “Help ya?” Jank finally answered as Kev started to put away the camera and set it up by his feet. “You’re the one who wanted a live in job, now ya got one” he held his own phone towards him and revealed a RED advert with his name. A picture and list of kinks and jobs he would do. “B-but I-my-pig’s phone” he managed to get out between another large belch. Jank walked over to the tattered remains of his clothes and picked up his phone. “This? Just says PIG mate? You really were keen init”

Pig managed lift his head just enough to see that his phone was still red screened, but now showed the word PIG where he name had been, and his age said he was 30. “I-HIC-but-MUUUUMPH” Kev finished setting up the camera, and now moved to his head, gagging him mid sentence. “Pigs don’t speak, Jank you wanna get some food and do this guys shoot later?” Jank watched Pig squirm as he dropped the phone and stood on it. It shattered and the red screen died with it. Pig could only watch in horror.

“Yeah, we paid for 3 years and we’re gonna make that easy selling the videos. Plus he can’t move, he’s fucked. Least he got a decent job though- I’d be fucking chuffed to work from home init“ he joked, punching Kev in the shoulder as they walked out the door.

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Forced Freak

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Nigel the Jock was stood at the urinal at the club. He was pretty drunk and had a slight hard on from all the grinding on the dance floor. He grinned to himself as the low vibrations of music bass echoed through the men’s stalls. He glanced around to be sure he was alone, then took out his phone to take a quick pic of his hanging cock, posting it to his Instagram “Yeah mate-they’re gonna love tha-sh#t bro!” He slurred as he began to piss. Continuing to scroll on his phone as he heard the music briefly grow louder as the door opened.

“No you wait, I’ll be back!” he heard a man shout out as the room went quiet as the door closed. Nigel lifted his head slightly, thinking to himself ‘Didn’t sound like he was round ere’ As the man slowly walked to the stall next to him and unzipped. “Ho hell na! Damn you’re a hairy mo-fo!” Nigel gasped, turning and jeering at the man beside him. He was hairy, very hairy, wearing a white vest almost as if to show it all off. He looked over “I know right-w-what are you doin’?” he first joked, the paused as Nigel pointed his phone towards him.

‘Click’ “You’re a freak bro, I’m sharing this sh#t!” The man tried to finish quickly “Dude, stop, I don’t want any fuss mate” Only looking more annoyed as Nigel talked loudly, seeming to record himself taking the piss out of the poor guy. “Hey lads-HIC-check out this hairy freak I gone found clubbing-“ Nigel stepped towards him, grabbing his shoulder to force him onto  camera. The door opened again, music poured in for a second or two. “I’m good, just leave me alone dude” The man pushed him away, not willing to make a scene with the drunk jock as two huge bear jocks walked in. Both taller and more built than Nigel was several times over. They lumbered forwards. “Hey Malik, you was takin a while so….er-this guy bothering ya?” One boomed, clearly they knew each other and Nigel immediately felt his blood run cold as the man grinned, pointed and said “Yeah, weirdo was taking pics of me” As the huge man strode towards Nigel, he tried badly to explain it away “C’mon, lads I was just messin’ I didn’t mean anything-MUUMMPHH” He struggled to speak as the huge arm wrapped around his head, the muscles blocked his view and stink filled his nostrils. He tried to resist but slowly he felt everything slowly go limp. “Ssshhhhhhh-Deep breaths boy” was the last thing he heard. Then everything went black.

When Nigel came to he slowly opened his eyes to see the two large men, .”W-what’s goin’ on?” His voice sounded different, slower even. His vision was blurry and when he tied to stand his body ached so badly he only just managed to move his arm. “Don’t struggle, You ain’t going anywhere mate” One of the men stood up and leaned in, poking his arm and grinning. It felt weird, Nigel wanted to look but could barely turn his head. “You woke up early-ya ain’t done yet” the other lad said as they bro fisted. “My hed hurt” Nigel just managed. His mind was foggy and sluggish.  He gritted his teeth as he pulled hard to get free. He felt like he could feel more, and it was fuzzy. Like he was itchy. The large man reached out, he felt his hand rundown his abs-no wait? It felt larger…was that hair? Something was wrong. Nigel blinked hard, clearing his eyes as he took in the true magnitude of what had happened.

He had a gut?! He tried again to stand and slowly his arms pulled upwards. He wasn’t tied down at all, it was his own weight! He reached down slowly and felt his other arm. It was thick, hairy, huge. He looked down as best he could only to see beard, black and dense, just above that was a huge ball gut, solid with muscle and covered in hair so thick you couldn’t see any skin under it “W-what have you done to me?!” his voice bellowed. It was getting deeper by the second, almost to the point he sounded stupid. “You’ll get used to it freak-got a lot more coming to yay a know” The man helped him stand, grabbing his arm and pulling him up as they both worked to get Nige to his feet. He almost couldn’t believe it. He was at least 7 foot tall, and when he looked down he just saw hair and pits, all joined a sone thick matted layer. “I-I’m ruined! I-JESUS WHAT!?” He gasped as he sniffed his pits and the rank heat almost caused him to be sick.

“Yeah man, ya a freak al right, ya get off on ya own stink and everything ya hairy c#nt” the two blokes both laughed again. Nigel just stood, now sniffing on purpose. He was already getting lost into it. The hairs were wet, moist with stink. Almost yellow. Nigel tried hard to push his beard into the mess to mix the smell. The wet sweaty musk rubbing into his face and sticking to him. His eyes rolled around. “Bro-stink good….” He dumbly muttered as he fumbled around his huge gut with his other hand for his balls.

When he found them, they were growing still, large as base balls and still expanding. He was could feet his belly rubbing on his arm as he pushed around and grabbed hard, yanking the huge orbs around as his nose and beard were stuck into his other pit huffing as much as he could “MMMUUGH-smell man-“ he muffled out from his own hairy prison as the stink spread. His body began to heat up His ass started to drip, the hairs getting longer to hold onto as much dirt and musk as possible. His back matted up, the hairs knotting together uncomfortably, he’d need someone to brush him regularly to avoid it from now on. His pits went from yellow to a dark orange, the hairs almost tanned with musk as his shoulder and beard joined up. He was now covered in a layer of long, beard like pubes from head to toe. Except his head. They shaved him earlier and made sure it wouldn’t grow back.

‘SLAP’ One of the huge men placed a hand on his bald head as he stuck his nose into his own pit. His muscles still growing as he felt his body tense. Nigel felt his feel push apart, now size 15, then 16, then 17. A true freak! His legs were next, his balls touched both sides, soon they were footballs hanging between his legs and he had to squat just to reach them. His chest got wider, so wide his arms began to lift up from his sides. He tried to keep one down to wank his huge foot long cock and balls but nothing stopped the growth. His arm was pushed aside and he moaned loudly as he stood against the wall. He leant forwards for support and only managed to move his arms a bit. They were clamping together, every huge muscle and hair matted or knotting against him. He couldn’t shower again, he’d need a team of people now. The rank stink was insane, like a teenager locker room gym plus some body builders, maybe even add in some scally socks and stink. It was unimaginable. He was man, a freak like he was calling other people to be.

He stood, his mind now as rank as his body “Need wank cuz-need help’ he looked over at his new best mate, reaching out he grabbed ones hand and pulled him down. “Na bro, you can wank ya self” they laughed. “B-But can’t reach cock…..tooo BIG-BURRRRRRRP!” He burped loudly and uncontrollably as his whole body expanded and solidified. His ass was a block of muscle now as his balls hung in their sack below. He fell against the wall and began to rub his cock and balls against it, rutting like a bear in heat. “Please-must-balls! So HARD BRO!” His voice cracked and dropped into animal tones as he stood, leaving a patch of sweat on the wall as he rubbed without release. He begeed the two men for help, they never did, he was a freak after all. They did sort him food, Nigel had no idea who he was or where he lived anymore. He needed weights, food and a wank. Repeated forever. Eventually his new best mates got him a machine to f#ck him and suck him off but after a few uses he broke it with his huge body, his thick shaft bust the second. Nigel was truly a freak, and lived with two lads who would do everything to make sure he was unwashed and stinking, unable to wank because of his huge size and stuck with the largest cock and balls alive, but too addicted to his pits and unable to reach them to pleasure himself. He never even knew their names.

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The Fog

Felix knew he shouldn’t go outside, it wasn’t safe. All the news stations in the area were constantly broadcasting that a fog has swept into the valley and since it appeared four days ago people have been going missing. The rumor is that there are monsters in the fog, people can hear groans and grunts out in the fog but anyone who has gone to explore where they are coming from has been consumed by the fog and hasn’t come back out. The weirdest thing of all is that the fog is green, its a light green color that has a lingering stench which has been slowly filling the house Felix is holding up in. Felix was with his girlfriend at her place when the fog came through, he was going to just head home after it cleared but it has been days and it hasn’t let up. At one point Felix was just going to walk home, given that he lived only a twenty minute walk from her place, but when he opened the door the fog started to rush in and fill the foyer with a rancid smell. Quickly closing the door he moved away from the stench, but that was two days ago and he needs to go take care of his cat, his roomate normally does when he isn’t home but with people going missing he can't be sure that anyone is there to watch Mittens. His girlfriend pleaded with him not to go out but Felix gathered all his stuff anyways. To make her feel better, and truthfully to make him feel a bit better, he went and found a face mask in her bathroom. Now ready to go he headed over to his place promising to return, he would come back with some food and water, and Mittens, if all goes off without a hitch.

During the walk which felt like it took forever, as he wandered through the thick green fog that limited his vision to just a foot or two in front of him, Felix could constantly hear the groaning and grunts that the news stations mentioned. They were accompanied with sounds of metal clanging and what sounded like deep, dull laughter. Luckily the entire journey was uninterrupted, Felix made it to his apartment in perfect condition. Coming up to the lobby of the building Felix could see that the glass doors were smashed and the fog filled the common area. Worrying for his furry friend he hurried over the shattered glass on the floor and through the lobby to the stairwell, not wanting to take a chance with the elevator. Walking through the lobby he heard it again, a low, guttural groan that sounded closer than all the others he heard on the way over. Looking around fearfully, he saw a huge monstrous sized man stretched out on the floor stirring in his sleep. Hastening his step Felix made it to the stairwell and rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Coming upon his fourth floor apartment he was struck with a sense on confusion as he went to unlock the door to find it was left a little ajar. Quietly going inside, he sees the kitchen is much messier than normal, there are clothes all over the floor, and half the shoes on the shoe rack are at least a size 13. Searching around for his cat and trying to make as little noise as possible he comes up to his roommate's closed door, about to open it without thinking he looks down quickly and sees wisps of the smoke coming out of the room. Not wanting to reenter the fog, Fleix leaves the door closed and heads to the bathroom to continue the search. As he searches high and low in the bathroom, unbeknownst to him, the roommate’s door opens and Felix’s roommate comes out to find the source of the noise that is disturbing his nap. “What are you doing in my apartment pipsqueak?” Felix hears from behind him, “Andy! Thank god you're here! I can't find Mittens anywhere!” Felix says, turning around as he mentions Mittens. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Felix blurts out having turned around and been met with a huge hunk who is big enough to look like he could have eaten his roommate and smells like he just farted his roommate back out…

“Broooooooo” Andy groans “Who are you? This isn’t your place mannnnn. And why are you looking for Mittens? Mittens is my boyfriend's cat.”, “This IS my place and you don’t live here! I think you are in the wrong place!” Felix says scared to death of the huge stranger just a few feet away. “Huhuhuh you sound just like my roommate bro, you kinda look like him too, just…ya know he is more like me” Andy tells him, completely ignoring what he just said. “Eh whatever” Andy shrugs, “I think it’s time for you to go” Andy starts moving forward and reaches out to Felix. Felix tries to duck from the outstretched hand but his lithe movement doesn’t best the giant’s brute force, grabbing Felix by the shoulder Andy pulls Felix away and out of the bathroom and starts towards the door. Being pulled closer to the hunk Felix catches more than just a whiff of his funk. Between gags Felix pleads “PLEASE! PLEASE! NO THIS IS MY APARTMENT I NEED TO FIND MY CAT!” feeling pity on the weakling he is holding Andy bestows mercy upon Felix. “Uhhh okay sure you can look for your dumb cat but I'm gonna just stay here and watch.” Andy says audibly annoyed. Without saying a word he began looking around again for Mittens hoping he can find her before this reeking giant behind him loses his patience. After about ten minutes of looking, the entire time he can hear the hunk constantly fiddling around, making sounds of annoyance, and chuckling every time he belches out a blast of bad breath. Felix finally ends up in his roommate's bedroom, being the last place to look.

As Felix searches around in the blinding fog he finds the source of it, Andy left his window open and the fog has just been filling the room for days now. Mittens probably got out through the window. He starts to worry he wont find his cat. Felix hears the hunk clear his throat and say to himself “I'm bored, I want my boyfriend.” Felix feels his large sweaty hand grab the nape of his neck once more and before Felix can say a word he lifts Felix up and rips the mask off of him. “NO I NEED THA-“ Buh-UUUuuuuurpppp

The hunk belches right into Felix’s open mouth. Being completely caught off guard by this show of masculine power, he gasps in suddenly filling his lungs with the dense, stinking fog and the giants horrid breath. Immediately having a violent coughing fit from the unnatural scent that has just penetrated into his body, the giant drops the scrawny bro to the floor. Felix can't help but inhale more fog as he tries to stop the coughing, as the fog fills more of his lungs it slowly also begins to fill the rest of his body. It fills his feet enlarging them so that they’re able to hold up a mass of muscle like the one who has just subjected him to this torture, his legs grow massive and muscley as his ass begins to inflate along side his legs. Felix’s hole begins to loosen up and his cheeks grow in respectable, hairless, beach balls that lightly clap behind him with every step. In the front a transformation was also occurring, changing Felix’s long. cut skinny-boy-dick into a shorter but chubbier uncut, cheesy, schlong. Felix’s tummy changes just a little, turning from a tough four pack into a soft tummy perfect for filling up from behind or resting your head on after a sensual “exercise” session. Felix tried to grab his stomach as it changed, as if that would stop the transformation. As Felix clutched his stomach his chest began to inflate into soft pecs more akin to pillows than true pectorals. And his arms followed suit, expanding into fatty tissue more than muscled mounds, soft and pliable muscles that are still capable of lifting up boulders. Felix felt a wild itching sensation in both of his armpits at the same time, as he moved one of his small hands to hopefully cease the itching he was met with a forest of hair invading his once always shaven pits. Shocked by this he ripped his hand away for just a second. Immediately his hands, much like his feet enlarged, his fingers fattened up and expanded and his palms became hugely swollen compared to his previously dainty hands. Felix felt his coughing die down and thinking he would finally be able to catch his breath was again caught off guard by another coughing attack. All while this is happening, standing above the himbofying Felix is the hunk that started the transformation, watching silently and groping his own cheesy, unwashed dick. Felix in the grasps of his second coughing fit heard his nose crack and felt it shift into a new form, changing from a longer nose with a more rounded end into a shorter, flatter nose, perfect for sticking it into an unwashed armpit or smelly crotch. He felt his eyes become slimmer and his eyebrows grow more hair than ever, and he felt as his mouth transformed into a perfect set of teeth holding back a large thick tongue perfectly for cleaning the funk off of someone’s feet. Keeping the newly minted tongue and teeth hidden was a pair of lips inflating into the best dick sucking lips ever. Felix could feel his sharp, cut jaw expand into a squarer and softer jawline that melted into his ever growing neck that needed to match the intake his plump lips would now be inviting. The last change was his hair as it turned from cute light brown curls into a mop of dark brown hair that crowned Felix’s perfect himbo body.

Felix, unable to escape the coughing fit, felt a throbbing in his head as he continued to writhe around on the floor of the fog-filled bedroom. His giant hands moved to grasp his big manly head. The fog had finally begun melting away his brain. Seeing this happen the hunk hovering above him got between Felix’s thunder thighs and unbuttoned Felix’s khakis, suctioning his mouth onto Felix's unwashed himbo dick, the giant began to suck which alleviated Felix’s throbbing headache. For a second the thought came across Felix’s mind that this stranger shouldn’t be sucking him off like this, but just as quickly as the thought came to him, he felt it sucked down and out of his brain. He felt this happening for all the thoughts he kept having about what was happening to him, but all of them kept disappearing until Felix simply stopped thinking and let blissful stupidity take over his mind. Soon the stupidity began to encroach onto pre-existing knowledge, Felix’s knowledge of advanced mathematical formulas got sucked into his sack and replaced with knowledge of how to douche and knowledge of physics melted down into cum and instead was replaced with knowledge of how to move his ass and hips to make his bros cum quicker. Soon not a single intelligent thought would be left behind, all replaced with dumb, gay thoughts making Felix the perfect fucktoy. The last thought Felix would have was “Why do I know so much gay stuffffff…Does my girlfriend like this?” Before he could even comprehend an answer his memories would start to dissolve into his sticky white seed. His years spent taking advanced courses in school turned into every summer being spent in summer school, him taking his girlfriend’s virginity became his ass being filled for the first time by his boyfriend Andy, and the years spent training to try and be a D1 Soccer player turned into wrestling other sweaty guys for hours every day. Soon just like his thoughts and knowledge every memory would be lost to the sticky sea in his balls. As the pressure in his brain built to its peak Felix felt his hips begin to buck into his boyfriend’s mouth, soon all that was Felix before he was himbofied was churning in his balls and then shot into the smelly hunk sucking on his dick, his once bright brown eyes fading like his brain into a dim, dull brown. With that the dazed himbo lays on the floor catching his breath. Getting up first Andy reches down and grabs Felix’s hand lifting him up, and in one swift motion lifts Felix’s arm into the air revealing his armpit. Leaning in for a sniff Andy forces his nose right into the forest of dark hair. Only catching a whiff of cheap AXE body spray, Andy pushes his boyfriend back onto his ass and pulls his own sweatpants down revealing his ass. “Wha-?” PFFFFBBBBTTTTT Felix starts to say as he is met with a direct hit to the face with a potent stream of gas. Becoming super dazed Felix barely knows what just happened as he is hit with another, this time wetter blast BWOMPPFFFFF. Having his hair pushed back Felix feels the stench cover his entire body, assisted by the fog and ass blast Felix finishes the last part of his himbofication. Felix’s large feet are incapable of wafting off any scent other than the buttery funk that has corrupted all of his shoes and the scent of the apartment. The gas going into Felix’s body through his mouth and nose reaches Felix’s gut giving it the ability to release butt blasts and malodorous burps. His armpits fill in with the purest himbo-stink, which quite literally contributes to the fog's green hue and absolutely rotten scent.

“Heh-Heh! Babe your butt stinks something awfullll” Felix dully says. Pulling up Felix once more Andy smells Felix’s armpit and grimaces and then dim-witted laughter burst out “Huhuhuhuhuh! You smell worse than my farts on a good day right now babe!” Andy kisses Felix and lets out a little burp into his mouth as he does so. “Huhuh. We really should help spread the fog to some un-himbofied weaklings around town.” Andy whispered to Felix. Thinking hard for a second, it slowly comes to Felix, the address he just came from is floating around in his brain, “Huhuh, just follow me babe, I know a place” Felix says to Andy. They both leave the bedroom and go grab their shoes on the shoe rack, now all the shoes are a comically large size and all reek of movie theater butter and a teenager boy’s feet that haven’t been washed in months. Slipping on the shoes without socks to maximize their stink Felix leads the way out of the apartment.

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"Pussy GOOD! Me like PUSSY! Me like BIG boobs! Me want to FUCK pussy and CREAMPIE! Hahahaha, fuuuck… pussy make my DONGER so fuuukin hard! Me wanna FUCK pussy and MOTORBOAT big boobs!" Cody kept blundering on like a brainless buffoon as two magical delinquents, Thad and Witt, laughed their asses off in front of him.

"Dude… I didn't think we would completely fry his brain!" Thad said in awe, turning to Witt. "You used the correct spell, right?"

"Of course I did! Or at least I thought I did," Witt replied, his sides starting to hurt from laughing like a drunken hyena. "Either way, who cares? It serves him right for making fun of us!" Witt smugly put his arm around Cody's shoulder, grinning like a king. "You're not gonna bully us anymore, are you, you big dumb dumb?" Cody turned to Thad and only laughed, drool falling from his open mouth like a happy mutt. "That's what I thought, dumb dumb." Witt's smug grin widened, messing up Cody's hair with his hand. "But don't worry, your empty little head, we'll take real good care of you!" Witt tilted his head back slightly and gave Cody's tight perky ass a lustful glance. "Real good care of you."

"Me get butt fucked?" Cody dumbly questioned, his face taking on a horny expression. He slid his hand into his tight shorts and began playing with his stiffening 10" uncut cock. "Me always secretly want to do GAY stuff."

"See, we didn't completely break him!" Witt said to Thad in horny confidence before slapping Cody's perfect ass. "Fuck, I can't wait to wreck his virgin hole!"

"Me too, bro," Thad eagerly agreed, lustfully gazing at Cody's bulge. "There's nothing better than breaking in straight boys!"

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Tag You're Fat

"Bro, why the fuck are we playing tag, we are grown ass adults." John asked.

"Just go with it man, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded. "It's not just any game of tag, It's called tag you're FAT! The way it works is that one person gets selected randomly to be it. He will eat this." Brad holds up a large pill. "It will turn them into a fatass for a short time, the fatass will then be contagious. Any person he touches will also become a fatass. Everyone hides and the last person to get fattened wins."

"Dude this game seems weird." Graham spoke out.

"C'mon just try it, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded once again.

The group seemed to collectively sigh and agree to play. Brad then pulled up a random number generator on his phone. "Everyone pick a number, I'll be one."

Each man then says a number between one and seven. Brad generated a number. "It's 4, who's 4!"

A couple guys pointed at Graham. "Man this is bullshit, I didn't even want to play this stupid ass game." Graham complained.

"That's too damn bad, take the pill." Brad responded.

Graham grabbed the pill and stared at it for a bit. "This is temporary right?" He asked.

"Ya of course, just take it." Brad said as he pulled up a photo of Graham on his phone, just for comparison for after.

Everyone started to get impatient so Graham finally swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, he began to twitch and grunt. As he twitched, his body began to jiggle more and more. His once flat stomach grew rounder and rounder by the second, riding up his shirt in the process. It kept growing until he had a solid beer gut that sagged over his waist line and love handles that thickened his once slim waist. His defined pecs became soft and plump as they sagged onto his gut and his arms became plump with a thick layer of fat. His pants tightened under the pressure of his growing ass and thick thighs. Finally his face widened as fat filled his cheeks.

Graham stood in silence as he took off his tiny shirt. His friends waited in silence for him to say something.

"Huh huh huh, that felt good!" He said in a dumb voice.

No one could tell if he was being serious, but they figured he was when he kept giggling and playing with the fat on his belly.

"Ok everyone, HIDE!" John yelled as he ran to a hiding spot. No one had time to react, so they just ran. Each of them found a hiding spot as Graham started to slowly hunt them down.

John trembled as he heard the large man stomp towards his hiding spot. He struggled to keep quiet as Graham approached. "Boo!" Graham yelled as he turned the corner. John jumped and proceeded to plead for Graham to not tag him.

"Wait wait! You don't need to tag me. You can just go find someone else." He practically pegged.

"isn't that the point of the game though?" Graham asked as he reached for John's arm. John yelled in fear, but immediately stopped when Graham made contact.

His muscles seemed to tense up, and he started to grunt. John started to grow much faster than Graham did. Within moments his belly had grown so big that he looked pregnant. It grew and grew, almost never ending until it was larger than a beach ball, ripping straight through his shirt. His hands grew to twice their size as he held his massive gut. A thick layer of fat covered the rest of his body, giving thick arms and legs, and large man tits. His ass also grew to the point that it ripped through his pants, leaving him completely naked, though it's not like you could seem much under that hulking gut. Similar to Graham, his face was the last to change. His face rounded out until it looked like a circle and he grew multiple chins under his thick beard.

John sat there for a moment, getting used to the way his body felt. The thick legs that rubbed together and the giant gut that changed his centre of gravity made it hard for him to move around.

"Get up big guy!" Graham pulled John to his feet.

"Shut it pipsqueak, you try movin around with a gut like this." John snapped back.

The two men soon went back to searching for the rest of their friends, shaking the ground as they walked. Dewayne and Miguel hid together nearby and peered around a corner to see Graham and John searching.

"Dude is that John?! He's fucking massive, and he's naked." Miguel whispered.

"Shut up, they're gonna hear us." Dewayne whispered back.

Almost as if on cue, John and Graham turn and start walking toward their hiding spots. They were cornered, so they just curled up and hoped they wouldn't be seen. It did not work. Graham turned the corner, chuckled, and grabbed both men.

Dewayne started to grunt as his body grew. His soft gut spilled out of his black tang top and over his shorts. He grew soft man tits that stretched his shirt to its limit. His body quickly started to say under its own weight as a thick layer of pudge covered his body.

Miguel befell a similar fate soon after. Although the effects didn't seem as bad on him since he was such an athletic person, but that could only help him so much. His six pack rapidly turned into a beer belly larger than his own dad's gut, riding up his tiny gym shirt. His solid pecs swelled into a pair of moobs with nipples that showed through his shirt. The defined arms and legs he worked so hard for softened into pudgy limbs.

The two men emerged from their hiding spots, happy as ever without a thought going through their minds.

It didn't take long for them to find Andrew after that. He was the tallest in the group, making it hard for him to hide. He tried to run but quickly ran into John, knocking him straight on his ass. Unfortunately for him, his arms hit John's belly in the impact. Andrew sat on the floor as his mind cleared and his body started to grow. Within seconds he had a giant hairy belly hanging out of his shirt, only rivaled by John's. His limbs bilmped out and his ass expanded, popping open his belt and threatening to rip his jeans. Finally a thick double chin formed under his beard. Andrew stood up, towering over the rest and crossed his arms. "Well who's gonna find the rest?" He asked in a dumb voice.

Brad trembled as he heard someone approaching his hiding spot. He had no idea who it was, but it sounded like someone massive. He got scared and decided to get up and run from his hiding spot. As he got up, he was met by Andrews thick underbelly.

His forehead impacted Andrews belly, knocking him back. He grunted in pleasure and pain as the transformation began. His body was hit the hardest since John. His once unnoticeable belly soon became impossible to miss, riding up his shirt to his chest and drooping over his waist. His skinny chest exploded with fat, growing larger tits than he had ever seen before, with large sensitive nipples. His previously thin arms became engulfed with fat and his legs thickened until it was basically impossible for him to separate them. His love handles spilled over his waist and his ass fattened until his crack was visible above his pants. He got up once his transformation was complete, struggling to stay up due to his immense weight. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his hulking gut and man tits, he smiled before following the rest of the men to find the last of their friends.

"Omar, you're the last one you can come out now!" John yelled.

Omar appeared from behind a couch and stood in shock at the sight of his friends. Each one of them bursting out of their clothes and sagging with fat, John had even ripped out of his clothes. Omar started to laugh hysterically, pointing out how fat his friends were. Once he regained his composure he asked his friends, "so when does this wear off?"

"What do you mean wear off, why would we want it to wear off?" John responded.

"No no, you said it would wear off." Omar's expression quickly changed.

"What do you say boys, this guy is lookin a bit too skinny for our standards, how about we change that." John asked the rest of the boys.

Omar backed away, but quickly became cornered by the horde of large men. It didn't take long for one of them to grab his arm. He froze in place and started to grunt as his body began to change. He tried to resist, but there was no point. His gut burst out of his shirt, popping off the buttons in the process. His pecs grew into thick moobs, and he grew multiple chins under his light stubble. His ass fattened until it ripped through his jeans, and his thighs ripped what was left of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. His arms fattened up as he held his gut.

"Now for the best part about the game." John started as he approached Omar. "It has made up who we were meant to be, it made us hot." John gets really close to Omar, pressing both their bellies together. "Now we can do whatever we want with each other." John grabbed Omar's dick as he spoke, making him moan.

With all the tension built up over the game, it didn't take long for all of them to rip off their tiny clothes. Nothing in their heads other than sex and food.

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The advantages of having a fat boyfriend:

1. His fat face is the cutest and is extremely kissable, so you should take advantage of that. 2. His belly is the perfect resting pillow for your head, and I believe it evolved exactly for that purpose. 3. If he was a fatty throughout his teen years than he most likely had to develop a nice personality because he wasn’t “popular”. 4. With all the hours that he doesn’t spend trying to look thin he probably has so many hidden talents that would blow your mind. 5. If he is nerd than you are one lucky son of a bitch. 6. His chubby body is a cuddler’s heaven… and as we all know, fatties do it better. 7. Moobs … need I say more? 8. He probably has a great sense of humour about himself and his body, especially if he was a gainer. 9. Easy to handle:          i. You wanna reward him => food       ii. You wanna make up with him => food      iii. You wanna apologize to him => food        iv. You wanna show him that you love him => food 10. He probably emits a lot of heat, so in the winter his body is like a customized heated squishy sexy pillow that will keep you warm. 11. If you never got over your childhood, your boyfriend’s body can serve as a human sized soft teddy bear that can actually talk, if he’s hairy it’s a plus.   12. If you’re a handsy person, your boyfriend will provide you with a various assortment of places that you can fondle, with different thickness, softness and levels of accessibility. 13. He would never ask you to lose weight or join a gym, but you should do it anyway if he was into that. 14. He is easier to find in a crowd. 15. He is almost impossible to kidnap. 16. He can’t run very far from you… but let’s hope it never comes down to that.

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Welcome back man! I’ve been really bored recently. Could you do me a massive favor and turn me into a beefy bottom butt slut? I’d really appreciate it. And hey, maybe you could be my first customer 🤷🏼‍♂️

Looking in the mirror you not sure if this was a good idea or not anymore. At first you thought it was great. Your ass grew so thick and plump that is blew the seams out of your pants. But that was before the itching. Covered in thick curly hairs is the least of your worry. You butt constsntly itches now. And it only goes away when you have a thick dildo or dick in it. You’re constantly needed someone to plow you and make that feeling go away just to give the feeling of a touch hard fuck. It even had the side effects of making the rest of your body chubby too. And with your thicker body men just love to wrap their hands around you while they are plowing away. Looking in the mirror your scratch your new enormous glutes. You just got done with the daddy next door and his 12 inch member and already your butt is craving more. A shudder goes down your spine as you go to your room to get the 16 inch dildo ready for another session.

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I LOVE your content! I really want to be a slutty buff bottom. I accept any other transformations and caveats you have for me. Thank you, daddy

You should really be careful who you go around calling ‘Daddy’ online. God forbid someone misunderstands the context and thinks you’re looking for a…different kind of daddy.

Brock was receptive to your message requests at first and it seemed like you both wanted the same things. You wanted to be his slutty bottom and he wanted a boy to take care of. You hit it off quite well, with you teasing him and him enjoying your brattiness. After a week of talking, you propose taking things up a notch. Brock is very pleased to hear how eager you are to move onto the next step. You sit in anticipation, excited at the prospect of being made his slut. Unfortunately, when he agreed to try hypnotising you he had something else in mind.

At hearing how quickly he would have you under, you send him a sarcastic smirking emoji. And then an image fills the entire screen. The spiral he sends makes you feel oh so sleepy after a short couple of minutes. You could hardly believe it was working so easily…so….so…easy. You lean forward, your eyes glued to the screen as your mind slips into a deep trance. Brock informs you that you’re going to be such a well behaved little boy. And that good little boys watch their programming quietly.

You desperately want to assert that you are not, that you’re a ‘big boy’, but your hand leaves the keyboard and instead plops your thumb into your mouth. That felt good, relaxing.

Thoughts become fuzzy as your mind is regressed, the colourful spiral siphoning all of your adult thoughts. Your whole body goes limp, your arms dropping to your sides. Mmmm. Wowee, you’ve never felt relief so strong as you’re unburdened of worry, shame, insecurities and self image. Unburdened from decades of knowledge and education.

You attempt to hold onto what you can, but it just slips out from your grasp. The pout on your face melts into a sloppy grin, your jaw slackening. The more it takes, the happier you felt. You wanted it all gone.

“What happened to bratty boy? He go bye?” Brock messages but the letters are just a blurry mess to you.

When Brock finally arrives to pick you up, you’re already on the floor, a thick line of drool hanging from your zoned out innocent face. “Fweel wittle” is the ceiling on your speech abilities as you slur at his happy expression. A baby blue pacifier is inserted into your mouth and you instantly begin to suck on it. You offer no resistance as he raises your rear and slides the colourful diaper in place, taping it around your waist.

Eep. Your bottom was certainly ‘buff’ in its thick padding, pushing your thighs apart and lifting you from the floor like sitting on a thirsty cushion.

Brock - your new ‘daddy’ coo’s at you, calling you his dumb little toemuncher and sits you back in front of the screen for a different kind of programming. “Be a good lil’ boy for me.”

“Yetth daddth” You struggle to say around the paci.

The bright shapes of the cartoon he plays make your face light up. Your babied mind is so captivated you don’t even notice the warmth spreading across your crotch, the remains of your grown-up thoughts and cares soaking into the diaper. You don’t notice how the room around you turns into one more suited to your mental age. Or how you are strapped into a ridiculously oversized bouncer hanging from the ceiling. You don’t notice how daddy takes a cute photo of you rubbing your wet diapee and shares it to everyone online.

You don’t notice. You don’t care.

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Big Booty Troubles

I lie on my bed, dead tired after a freakin' long-ass day out with my bestie, Heather. She made me follow her around shopping all day. It was exhausting, but that’s what she expects of her GBF. Ugh. I just need to blow off some steam.

I grab my phone and open Grindr, hoping for some action to take my mind off things. And then, boom! I see this fine-ass top. He’s 6’3, built and has a cock print that could make your mouth water. He’s my ultimate dream guy. So naturally, I tap him… but I get no response. Okay, I’ll just DM him then.

I’m not gonna lie, my heart starts racing as I type out a message, my fingers tappin' away like crazy. I hit send and wait, anticipation building up. But guess what? He rejects me.

“Hey bro. Not really interested in skinny guys. I’m in the mood for a big booty tonight. So, I thought I’d just let you know so you can try find someone else. Good luck out there bro!”

Seriously? What a blow to my damn ego. Asshole.

I chuck my phone on the bed in frustration, feeling all sorts of annoyed. All I can imagine is this hunk buried deep inside some twink with a fat ass. It’s not my fault I’m naturally skinny! I can barely pack on weight, let alone build a bubble butt. Whatever. His loss. I can’t help but feel like shit about it though.

“I wish I had a stupid big butt. Then, everyone would just be throwing themselves at me.”

A tingling sensation begins to ripple through my backside, growing stronger with each passing moment. At first, I ignore it, thinking it's just my mind playing tricks on me. But damn, this sensation ain't lettin' up.

Suddenly, a surge of dizziness sweeps over me, leaving me disoriented and a little bit freaked out. I clench my cheeks, unsure of what's happening down there. And then, without warning, it happens—a loud and thunderous fart escapes from my butt, echoing through the room like a trumpet of embarrassment.

I freeze, my face turning fifty shades of crimson as the pungent stench fills the air. Holy crap, did that really just happen? I didn’t even feel it coming, and I sure as hell didn't expect it to be that loud or, let's be honest, that smelly. I mean, WOOF. It smells like hot shit.

As the pungent odor continues to assail my senses, I stumble over to the mirror in a desperate attempt to escape the hot stinky cloud. But something feels off. I stumble side to side, feeling a new heaviness in my body that I’d never experienced before. What the hell is happening to me?

I gaze at my reflection, and my eyes widen in disbelief. Who the hell is this guy staring back at me? Where the hell did my twink face go?! My jawline is crazy angular now. It looks like the face of a chiselled Greek God or some shit. It looks like the face of a smelly jock - the ones that used to bully me but were so hot that I would still secretly beat my meat to them at night. I hate to admit it, but damn, I look kinda hot. And what's up with my hair? I'm hiding a damn mullet under this backward cap that definitely wasn't there before. Wait… where the fuck did the cap even come from? Fuck, I can feel the tingling building up in my butt cheeks again.

But wait, there's more. I scrutinise my upper lip, and that's when I notice it—a thin, pathetic excuse for a moustache. It's like the hair gods played a cruel trick on me, gracing me with this adolescent patch of fuzz. It's a face catastrophe, and I can't help but cringe at the sight.

What the actual hell is going on? This can’t be real. I must have fallen asleep or something. There’s no way I just suddenly have this alpha face, and this unwanted fashion statement on my upper lip. Is this really happening-

PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Fuck! Not another one of those thunderous booty bombs! I swear my butt has gone rogue on me. It's like a freakin' symphony of stink, and I'm the unwilling conductor. I block my nose, my hands rubbing off my embarrassing facial hair - if you could even call it that.

I feel the tingling begin to build up again. I clutch my backside, feeling my cheeks with my fingers. My butt feels more pillowy than usual. It feels like I’m pressing into a soft cushion.

PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

As another earth-shattering toot escapes my butt cheeks, I feel an indescribable smell fill my nose. Suddenly, everything around me seems to shrink. I look down, expecting to see my regular-sized body, but what I see is freakin' mind-blowing.

I'm towering at a whopping 6'3! SIX-THREE, DUDE! I can't even process it. It's like I've entered some bizarro fun house mirror. My heart is pounding in my chest as I stumble back in shock, my backside pushing my books off my desk and onto the floor.

And as if that wasn't enough, my vocabulary takes a wild turn. Bro, dude, and all these broey words start spewing out of my mouth without me even realising it. It's like my brain got an instant makeover, replacing my regular speech with some mindless jock dialect.

But the freakshow doesn't stop there. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and my jaw drops. Literally. I look down at my feet. They're massive, bro. Like, Hulk-sized. My socks are struggling to contain these beasts, and I can practically hear them scream in agony as my feet outgrow them in seconds. It's like my whole body is inflating with muscles. I feel so heavy, bro.

I stumble towards my bed. I can't help but notice a peculiar sensation with each step. It's like there's an earthquake happening in my backside, but it's not the ground shaking—it's my butt. With every movement, there's this undeniable water balloon-like jiggle, a bouncing sensation that feels both foreign and embarrassing.

I can't resist the urge to glance behind me. What I see nearly makes me scream. MY CHEEKS! THEY’RE MASSIVE! My once non-existent butt cheeks were now two colossal mounds of flesh, defying the laws of gravity with their mesmerising jiggle.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

They jiggle wildly, emitting a loud clapping sound that turns my face red. They're so massive that I could probably set a whole platter of snacks on them. It's absolutely humiliating. Each step I take, those ginormous fat juicy cheeks perform a wild dance, drawing unwanted attention and making me feel like a total fool.

I try to convince myself that it's just a dream, that any second I'll wake up and find myself back in my regular, non-jiggly butt reality. But no such luck, bro. This is my new normal, my big-booty existence.

Suddenly, my phone dings on the bed. It’s vibrating and lighting up like a disco ball. It's blowing up with notifications. Maybe it’s Heather! Maybe she can help me! She’ll know what to do. All I gotta do is text Heather.

With a wobbly jiggle in my step, I make my way over to the phone. It feels like I'm a walking marshmallow, bro, but I manage to reach my destination. I look down at my colossal gorilla hands and I pick up the phone. The once familiar device now feels like a tiny toy in my massive paws.

As I unlock the screen, I see a series of Snapchats from various women. Their names are accompanied by heart emojis. Who the hell are these people? Confusion swirls in my mind. Doesn’t matter. I need to text Heather.

Struggling to adjust to my new thick thumbs, my new hefty finger accidentally clicks on one of the Snapchats. Oh, no. What have I done, bro? The screen fills with an image of a woman bouncing her double Ds, her eyes sparkling and dick sucking lips pouting. I can’t stop staring at her bouncing boobs, bro. Why can’t I look away from her fuckable tits, dude? Wait… am I hard?

The snap ends, my screen opening up onto a menu filled with the countless other messages from various other girls. I instinctually tap on another, my boner pressing against my tracksuit. FUCK. Those tits bro. I need to see her pussy. WHAT? NO! What the hell is happening, bro?! My brain. I don’t think like this.

I get lost in another girl’s bouncing tits. I can’t… stop staring. Don’t sexualise… women are sacred… and need to be… bred and impregnanted… with my seed.

I feel the tingling sensation return but this time, instead of my cheeks, it surrounds my asshole. I can feel the sensation growing stronger, as my hole tightens, never to be penetrated ever again. No matter how hard anyone tries. This dumpy will always just be a pooper. Nothing else, bro.

“Need to text, Heather.” I groaned, trying to tear my eyes away from the women exposing themselves to me on the screen. “Don’t need to breed.”

I repeat the words again. This time more muddled. I repeat it again and again, until I eventually lose myself in the bouncing boobies. I repeat the muddled phrase, one final time. However, this time, it’s slightly different.

“Don’t need to text, Heather. Need to breed.”

As the breedable girl gave me her titties one final big bounce, I sprayed my alpha load onto my old nerdy Goku bed sheets.

Fuck, I wasted a thick load, bro. Next time, I’ll make sure to spray it up Heather’s tight pussy. No way she’s walkin away from that without my child in her stomach. Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

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A Better Son

Apologies for my absence! Been without power for almost a month, still working on sorting some things out - but I’m still alive! And still kinky as ever, of course.

Here’s a quick story as a treat.

Matthew was a good kid.

Good looks, good grades, good future - but he was never able to come to terms with being abandoned by his father as a baby. Not that his mother did a bad job of raising him, she was wonderful, but like most young men he craved having a father figure in his life.

Someone to play ball with, to introduce to his girlfriend that he was sure he’d marry one day, to teach him how to be a good man - not that he even knew anything about his father, only that his mother said he wasn’t missing out on much. That he left for a reason.

But still, Matthew liked to fantasize. He imagined a great, incredible guy, a guy that chose to give up on Matthew before he even had a chance. He couldn’t get around it. So maybe that’s why he made the wish, “I wish I could be the son my father wanted,” and maybe that’s why everything began to shift.

He could sense the world warping around him, everything changing in a blur, himself included. He felt a cold breeze run over his body as suddenly he was nude, felt himself tumbling through time and space, but nothing was stranger than the feeling of his body stretching and expanding. Inflating.

When he tried to scream, all he could do was moan. Each sensual purr soared higher and higher than the last, as he felt his body writhing in the air and screaming femininely, biceps pressing against a bloating chest and ass cheeks jiggling just behind him. He was terrified, but he couldn’t stop himself. He felt huge, and horny.

And then he crash landed, knees making contact with a soft king sized bed. All he had time to do was look down at himself, at the beefy tattooed body and tiny speedo he was now trapped inside, before he lost control again and began grinding against the plush blanket like a bitch in heat.

“Papi,” he was forced to moan, not recognizing the accented voice that left his mouth. He sounded so dumb, and desperate, no longer able to find the English language anywhere on his large tongue. He had no control over his body, over the bouncing booty or the fingers dancing across his cobblestone abs.

When his father walked into the room, looking like the symbol of masculinity Matthew had always imagined, Matthew wanted to cry out in joy. He could recognize him from childhood pictures, and he had aged well. He was well dressed, and ripped, and smelled of leather and wood. He hated that his father was meeting him while he was trapped in this slutty body.

But his father was thrilled, and didn’t seem to be surprised in the least by his presence. “Daddy’s home, Mateo,” the man said as he began to pull off his shirt, revealing his lean body that reeked of power and control. “Have been a good slut while I was at work? Are you going to welcome me?”

All Matthew - or Mateo, it now seemed - could say was “Si, papi,” jumping to his feet and starting to twerk and twist his body like some sort of male stripper. His father smiled, inching closer to his trophy boy, enjoying every jiggle of his perfect body. It was then that Matthew began to realize the truth.

His father left because he was gay. He didn’t want kids. His mother had been right, he hadn’t been missing out on anything at all, and the kind of son that his father truly wanted… wasn’t a real son at all. Just a beefy whore that was good for nothing but moving his body and taking his daddy’s huge cock.

Matthew was never able to free himself from Mateo. To the world, that was who he was now, just a beautiful slut with a huge ass and bigger muscles, who had a daddy that flew him to the states and bought him everything his little heart and smaller brain could desire. He was living his best life.

But Matthew was in agony, forever spending the rest of his life with the man he wanted to want him so desperately, only to get exactly what he wished for in the worst way. He’d never go to college for football, he’d never marry his high school sweetheart, all of the good things were gone.

He was daddy’s pride and joy now. His juicy treasure, forever waiting on him hand and foot. Begging for mercy in his mind while he was forced to tell his new papi to do terrible, nasty things to him. Nothing more than a sentient sex toy.

But at least his father wanted him now. Loved him, even.

That was all that mattered in the end.

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A Better Brother

(Straight to gay, jock to twink, twink to DILF, wish gone wrong/wish gone right, reality change, mental tf — here's the poll winner, a long overdue sister story to A Better Son! Thanks for participating & I hope y'all enjoy.)

Here's the thing about John: he was a man who was terribly sure of his own importance. He viewed himself as an alpha, and his reflection gave him no reason to disagree with that. Broad shoulders, firm and fuzzy pecs, a pale but full beard trimmed down to stubble along his strong jaw, hair cropped close in a traditional military style. He always smelled of aftershave and sex and a third kind of musk that bordered on fetid, in the way that only a straight man could conjure. But bitches loved him, and he already had two kids that he... well, sometimes, helped take care of via child support. Raising children was the mother's job, his was just to drop his hot load and watch her belly swell up as his pride swelled with it. He couldn't help that his seed was so potent. Men in his family were the pinnacle of masculinity.

But then there was his brother, Jasper, of course.

Ever the black, (or John supposed pink would be more fitting,) sheep of the clan. Way too soft and timid for his own good, much more inclined to spend his days hiding behind their mother's back rather than helping out on the farm alongside John and their father. She insisted he was too sweet and soft for barn chores, and Jasper was content to agree, unwilling to man up and step up to the task at hand. He had new episodes to watch on his fave reality show! "Nooo, I don't want to get stuff under my nails, and ew these jeans are brand new!"

Ever since he had been young, now into his early twenties, he had been a bratty little shit who was set in his ways and fiercely proud of his individuality. He didn't want to be like any of the other guys in his family, he was all too happy to spend his time reading romance books and playing cutesy video games and texting other men on his phone, meeting them in the city and presenting his used hole to them. Cute as he was, in a more accepting household, he would be thriving. But John had always been hard on Jasper, disappointed that he was lucky enough to have a bro, but only got a fairy out of it. The bullying, and the loneliness, were both rampant.

With their parents out of the house on vacation, the majority of their day had been spent with John outside carrying the bulk of the farm work, all while Jasper played and flounced around. Sure, it was nice that he went ahead and cooked dinner for them, the smell of it greeting John as he walked in. But he only snorted, rolling his eyes as he took a seat. “I guess it’s true what they say. It’s a bitch’s place to cook.” Jasper frowned at that, busying himself with eating and ignoring his brother’s comments until he had finally cleaned off enough of his plate to excuse himself. John was a gross eater, happy to belch between bites, speaking with food in his mouth, scratching his nuts and man spreading at the head of the table. Jasper rolled his eyes and made his way to his room, ignoring the deep voice calling after him. “What, don’t wanna stay and watch the big game with me? That’s cold, bro!”

Jasper shut his door with a thud as John settled on the couch, ignoring moving his dirty plate to the sink, and instead propping his large, reeking feet up on the living room table. He wrapped his calloused hand around the remote. As the football game began, he couldn't help but to growl under his breath. “I wish I knew what happened to make my bro such a bottom bitch.”

And in the next room over, curled up in his pastel pink blanket, Jasper sighed. “I just wish I was assertive enough to put John in his place.”

Both of them missed the shooting star that soared overhead, but the darkness has taken them all the same.

* JASPER'S TF

Waking up covered in sweat, Jasper has to peel his damp, sour smelling sheets away from his drenched flesh. His breaths come in pants, tongue lolling out in an attempt to cool himself, his blonde hair stuck to his moist forehead, red cheeks flush with an unbearable heat. If it weren't for his throbbing cock, he'd assume he was having a fever. He stares down at it pulsing with life, engorged veins flaring up across the surface, moaning in pleasure as it thickens and lengthens until he has an unfamiliar python jutting out of his crotch. He can’t help but to buck his hips, grinding against the air, his bare cock head rubbing along his sheets, the friction only making him moan more. Where are his boxers? Why does he smell like a walking locker room? He opens his mouth to ask these questions but all that comes out is the sounds of his pleasure, steadily becoming deeper as his Adam’s apple thickens inside his throat, a bulge just as intimidating as the one he’ll have to stuff into his pants now.

He tries to lean to the side, trying to get out of the rank bed he feels glued to, but rolling onto his stomach proves to be a dangerous choice. He can’t stop thrusting, working his thick penis against his bedding as if he were filling a twink’s tight asshole. He feels a minor tinge of panic, since when has he ever cared about getting off via his dick when he’s a gold star bottom? But even now, ramming his cock forward and backward, he can feel the itch of dark, wiry hairs erupting across his skin, the burning of his asshole puckering closed and becoming an impossibly tight, one way exit. With his face shoved into his sheets, he is unable to smell anything but the raw masculine scent of a man. Normally the smell would make his asshole start to throb with want, but now it just feels him with pride. This aroma is coming from him. The more he nuzzles the fabric, the more coarse hairs begin to erupt from his jaw, forming a full dark beard. His chin cracks forward, jawline stretching wider, eyebrows furrowing and turning darker, thicker.

His hands become meaty paws, fingers stretching and becoming wider, clinging to his sweaty sheets. He keeps moaning deeply, ass rising up and down as he friction-fucks himself against the bed. As he does so, he can hear his bones cracking, shoulders popping out of place and widening, his hips creaking as they adjust to fit his new, larger frame, the cheeks of his ass becoming hairy and full of fat and muscle, jiggling in beat with his gyrating. As he changes, the smells only become worse, but he can only breathe the scent in deeply, feeling himself subconsciously flex the new, swollen, firm parts of himself. He feels like a god among men, the confusion and fear in his mind starting to submit to the new presence taking over, the new urges running through his brain. All Jasper really wanted was to leave his hometown someday, find a handsome daddy to take care of him for the rest of his life, but now it seems something has swapped one desire for the other.

He sits up, cock still bobbing up and down in the air, slick with pre, throbbing with need. No longer does jacking himself off feel as good. He knows there’s always a bitch boy somewhere close by, and the rush of hunting down a twink and railing his pretty asshole into a gaped mess has always… always?… always excited the new, very assertive man named Jasen. Even if he’s still an out and proud man, the name Jasper just sounds too soft.

Jasen walks over to his nearby full body mirror, lifting his large biceps over his head and flexing, admiring the mountain of muscle and the forest of hair erupting from his pits and coating his chest, stomach, everything. The old him would be mortified, rushing to shave himself smooth, to take a long shower and wash away his stink, but the new him just wants to get off. He wants to cum everywhere and let the scent remain, the musky scent of his pheromones, his manliness filling the space. One look at his room and his wardrobe, Jasen thinks to himself that he’ll have to throw all this prissy shit out or at least donate it, replacing his furniture with more practical, less colorful shit & filling his closet with leather. The 6’4” man radiates power, dark eyed and dark haired and not at all resembling the little blonde, blue eyed twink that fell asleep in here.

Trapped inside Jssen’s domineering mind, it was actually very easy to make Jasper relinquish full control to the behemoth. He had been frightened by his musk, his bulky body, the way his brain told him all he really wanted was a big cigar and a himbo whose fat, bouncy ass he could fill. He wanted to be called daddy, to be worshipped, to feel faces nuzzling against his sweatiest, rankest body parts. Jasper used to watch porn about men like the one he was now, and he used to fantasize being beneath them.

Being inside the brain of one doesn’t feel so different. He trusts Jasen to make the right choices, excited by the chance to experience his sexuality in a whole new light. Of course, little Jasper has yet to realize the other things his body enjoys beyond smoking and fucking, which is lounging around watching sports and blasting his protein farts everywhere, but hey. Jasen is a real man. A superior man.

And when he hears a high pitched, whimpering moan coming from John’s room, he follows his ram rod cock to his destination and prize.

* JOHN’S TF

Whereas Jasper shifts into Jasen the Grecian stud with some ease and contentment, happy to sacrifice his identity for the superior man created by his haphazard wish —John feels himself tumbling through time and space, landing on a plush pink blanket, the scent of strawberries and cream wafting from the fabric. Beneath the sugary aroma, there is the tell tale scent of sweat and cum. For a moment, he wonders if he blacked out somehow and went on the hunt for a woman to satisfy his cravings, and when he turns to see several dildos of varying sizes and varying shades of pink on the beside table, his dim brain is quick to assume that he is correct. This is totally the room of some big breasted, sex crazed bimbo, and he must have rocked her world last night based on the smell of those sheets. He leaned back against the bed, foolish enough to relax when truly he should be more panicked about how he has ended up here.

All his brain will let him focus on is how incredible it must have been to feel her riding him, the walls of her pussy along his shaft, but to his disappointment, when he glances down at his crotch it is flaccid and lying limp against his thigh. The littlest things can cause him to have an erection, so it confuses him why such a hot fantasy is getting no reaction from his cock. “You want to know what happened to make your brother such a bottom bitch?” A voice purrs in his ear, seemingly from nowhere, coming from everywhere, thrumming with magic. “Careful what you wish for.”

In a barrage of powerful, identity shattering flashes, John is forced to watch as photo after photo, video after video, is played in his mind of nothing but hardcore gay porn. Specifically ones where a tiny twink is being railed by some massive daddy with s cock big enough to classify as a weapon. He thinks of people from his hometown, a few of his best friends, forced to gaze at them in the way Jasper would have. He can’t help thinking about what his best bud Keith’s cock would feel like ramming down his throat, how the thick mushroom head of it would be so fun to explore with his tongue. He sits up, closing his legs slam shut and staring at the pastel pink walls in horror, absolutely shaken by the forced wet dream he had of Keith. But more men continue to appear in his mind, from his coach, to the school principal, to ironically enough Keith’s very own father. It felt like a terrible punishment, having to imagine the DILF- the guy!-in that light. But in all these fantasies, it became very clear that masculine, large, dominant men became the founding block that former twink Jasper would happily submit his gaped hole to.

Amidst the confusion and panic, a new desire began to take root in John. He couldn’t stop his body from leaning to the side, snatching one of the largest dildos and raising his narrowing, cracking hips into the air. “What the fuck?” he gasps in panic and pain, for the first time watching as his impressively trained and masculine physique begins to change. His hips keep narrowing, his pecs deflating, the hairs on his jaw and body pulling back into the skin as if scared by something. All the sweat and grime on his flesh is absorbed by a dewy light, plumping his lips and making his skin more smooth and fair, he continues to feel himself becoming smaller and weaker, all while a certain body part seems to accept the leftovers of his size, cheeks swelling to massive proportions, his hole dripping with lube and desire, his thin wrist grabbing the pretty pink dildo and shoving it up his gaped, size hungry asshole, working himself up and down the plastic shaft like a bitch in heat. His once tight, vacuum sealed ass had always been the catalyst for the best fart jocks around.

Now it is bottomless and gluttonous and so ready to feast. Not only does he bounce up and down, enjoying the size of the dildo inside him, he can hear his grunts becoming whimpers, soft sensual moans as his delicate fingers explore himself. The dildo never gets him where he needs to go, he needs the warmth and hardness of a real cock made of flesh and blood, the hot flood of seed coating his insides, drool drips from his chin at the thought. He pulls out the sex toy with a pop! Asshole puckering, still so desperate for what his new body craves. John feels frightened for the first time, unable to assert any control over the new man that is being formed by his wish to understand his brother, to know what it’s like to want to to be a bottom bitch, now he’s trapped here with this want and not even his once testosterone fueled bravado can break him from this new and improved mindset.

Johnny, as the new him deems fitting, rolls over onto his stomach and arches his back. His ass is on full display, ready and waiting to accept what it craves. He giggles cutely and dumbly. “Daddyyy~ Come and play!” His voice is bright and cute and sunny, and what little is left of John is disappointed yet again. His once proud cock is now a useless nub, his thin hips grinding against his bedding to no avail, waiting to receive his pleasure via his ass from the first cock to slide into him. When the door opens and there is the thud of heavy footballs, followed by a low chuckle, all John wants to do is get up and run for his life. But he just inhales in anticipation, cheeks jiggling, hungry for the python of the man walking up to him and then resting his hot, calloused hands against Johnny’s thin waist. He feels bound to this desire, silenced behind all the whiny high pitched moans of the new twink handling all the controls. He could smell the scent of the behemoth behind him, turning to breathe it in, wanting one good look before he submits himself to the pleasure.

But all that does is convince Johnny that he needs to do more than just lie there, he needs to worship the alpha man that will fold his petite body into all the most wonderful shapes. Johnny wants to be used and filled, drool still trickling out of his mouth. Before John can even try to suggest a new battle plan, the new twink in the pilot seat dives forward, pressing his pretty face into Jasen’s furry, dark pits. Willingly. All he wanted now was to smell like his daddy. To taste his sweat and his pride and his masculinity. The salt of a superior man.

In a matter of moments after this, he is in Jasen’s arms and the man’s fat cock is thrusting in and out of his tight, perky ass. His hair becomes more blonde, his eyes more blue, his body and free will both much smaller. He is a living tool for his daddy to pleasure himself with, moaning louder than any of the bimbos John used to fuck. Even the former manly man’s screams are silenced beneath the horny, shrill sounds coming from his new pillowy lips. Never to be paid attention to again.

“Please, daddy. Please never stop fucking me. Oh, Jasen, you’re so fucking big. Rearrange my guts!” The last trace of Jasper in Jasen feels very sound in the fact that he has been granted a wonderful revenge, and an incredible body. He is a man above all others, and he has no qualms asserting his dominance. He knows that some essence of John must remain in Johnny, hidden somewhere in those glazed over eyes and the silly, horny words he keeps insisting to use. All Johnny wants is a lifetime of being fucked senseless. Such an innocent wish to grant.

John wants to rewind time, to get a take back, but he already had his turn.

“Happily,” Jasen responds gruffly to his bottom bitch, hungrily, ready to have his cake and eat it absolutely raw.

[himbofan4444]

Himbo Maker: Misha

Misha was an Egirl: a European Guy In Real Life. He would do his makeup, put on fake eyelashes, a wig, and a pair of pink headphones with kitty cat ears, and stream video games online. He loved to troll new viewers by spending an hour or so doing a breathy, feminine voice, and then suddenly hit them with his natural Baltic baritone. The way the chat went crazy made it worth it every time.

The whole game was helped by how petit and curvy Misha had always been. Even in his twenties, he still had a soft, almost girlish body and stood at most of other guys’ sternums. Too bad he wasn’t a trans girl, or at least a gay boy, he sometimes thought, looking at his body in the mirror. Gay guys were supposed to go for little guys who looked like him.

One evening, Misha was just starting his stream when some user started acting really weird in chat. He had a username that almost seemed familiar to Misha, but the guy he was thinking of had always been polite and given insightful comments on Misha’s gaming. This guy’s messages were full of typos, and he couldn’t seem to stop talking about his muscles.

Misha was just about to ban the guy when an alert sounded: Misha’s charming, girly laugh, which indicated a user had just donated a hefty sum. Of course, it was this annoying brodude.

“Uh,” said Misha, almost forgetting to put on his femmy voice, “He says, “Bro, this guy liek wants to chat wiht u on stream.” And there’s a link in the donation.”

Clicking the link, Misha found himself looking at a chat website he’d never seen before. “Hold on, let me share my screen,” he simpered, sharing the chat window. Somehow, his usual screen name was already in the bar. It must have populated from his stream.

Mish-kittycat: Like, heyoooo! You okay with being on stream with me? (✿◠‿◠)

Himbo_mkr: No way, bruh! I love meeting new bros. Like, hi stream!

Misha was a bit offended that this chat partner would refer to him as a “bro.” But stream chat seemed interested, so he thought it could be worth a few minutes to humour the donater. It had been a fair amount of money.

Mish-kittycat: What do you want to talk about UwU

Himbo_mkr: Bro, you know that all I ever talk about are my sick gains and going out with guys, lmao

Okay, so this was a troll. They probably wanted to get Misha banned for lewdness or something. Still, at least it was original that the troll character was a gay guy. He rolled his eyes at the stream and said, out loud in his girl voice, “Looks like someone got mad enough to pay to speak with all this.” He gestured down his slim body in tonight’s outfit, a stereotypical Japanese maid costume.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, bro, you clicked on the link. Didn’t force you to do it.

Misha froze. Of course the troll was watching the stream. “Heh, I don’t let meatheaded bullies boss me around,” he chirped, trying to save face.

Himbo_mkr: You sure? You sure like it when your chat bosses you around, bro.

Now this guy was just lying. Misha scowled, even though he knew the expression would make his foundation crack unattractively. “This is a really weird way to bully someone.” He looked at the stream chat, waiting for his subscribers to back him up.

But the character of the chat seemed to have changed. No, they had always been bossy, Misha suddenly remembered. They would tell Misha how to play his games all the time while he pretended to struggle. It was a key part of the dynamic of his channel that chat bossed him around, and right now they were telling him to go back to chatting with this guy. One guy even messaged, “No more talking, kitty. You’re only allowed to write in the chat.” Misha gave the camera a plaintive look, but listened. He always listened to his chat.

Mish-kittycat: So maybe you’re right about that one thing, but coming in here being rude is totally uncool (งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was just tryna compliment you on your sick bis, dude.

Misha cocked his head, confused. He was the opposite of buff, that was why he was so good at dressing as a girl. But as he continued to think about it, he remembered all the hours he spent working on his arms. He kept a set of weights next to his bedroom door, and he did bicep curls to failure every time he went through the doorway. Yeah, his biceps were his pride and joy, and they were usually how he showed off his manliness when he revealed his deep voice and accent.

A tip came in. “Flex for us, kitty,” commanded the text-to-speech voice. With a smirk, Misha lifted up one of his arms, feeling it stretch the sleeve of his maid costume as the veins popped. Too bad the rest of his body hadn’t followed his arms and gotten bulky.

Himbo_mkr: We’re all waiting for you to drop your lifting routine, bro! You’ve been totally blowing up.

Misha blushed at the flattery. His physique wasn’t all that impressive. Sure, now that he thought about it, he had been really hitting the weights a lot and eating right. In fact, his room seemed to be full of lifting clothes and supplements as he looked around. But that was because some of his subscribers kept telling him to get to the gym and hit his macros. It had actually been really freeing to just let people pay to tell him what to do on his fitness journey. And it was paying off! Misha definitely couldn’t pass for a girl these days, which was why the channel had changed to be more about doing stuff in-game for the highest bidders.

The maid costume barely wrapped around Misha’s broad pecs, and the garters had torn when he’d tried to pull them up his thick thighs. Sure, it had been funny when the stream started and the chat had gotten Misha to show off his shoulder raises while dressed in a little maid skirt, but the polyester was really starting to chafe on his smooth muscles. It was a relief when a tip rolled in while Misha flexed and said “Kitty, wear comfy clothes.” The chat oooohed and aaaahed as Misha shucked the maid costume, showing off his bulky chest, and pulled on his favourite comfy shirt instead. Sure, it had some tears and stuff, but as a masculine guy, Misha wasn’t worried about dressing up fancy or anything.

The guy whose chat Misha was streaming had been quiet, so Misha hopped back over and sent another message.

Mish-kittyhunk: Thanks man! It’s all about trusting the process.

Himbo_mkr: I can tell that you trust people, bro! You’re like a puppy lmao.

Well, Misha thought, maybe he did like getting bossed around in chat, but it wasn’t like he trusted everyone blindly! Okay, well, maybe he did tend to stop to help people on the road and then lose his wallet a lot. They looked like they needed help! And maybe he did sometimes click on links that meant he needed to take his phone to the store for them to fix, but so did everyone else!

Looking at the chat, who were all laughing about Misha being a totally trusting puppy, Misha had to finally agree. That was why one of his subscribers had gotten him this headset with floppy dog ears on it, after all.

Mish-puphunk: Haha, you got me, dude! That’s why I clicked on this link, too XD

Himbo_mkr: It’s okay, bro. Lots of gay hunks are pretty dumb, it just adds to that himbo appeal.

This time this guy was definitely making stuff up. Misha was totally straight, he just didn’t do well with girls. Well, that and being a submissive hunk online mostly attracted a gay male fanbase. And, well, now that he thought about it, when was the last time Misha had really thought about a girl? Like, maybe if it was a domme? But no, even then, Misha would really prefer a guy to be involved at some point. This guy was probably right, Misha was gay.

It was super hard to think. There was a reason that Misha preferred to let chat do the thinking for him. Even before he realised how much he loved to listen when men told him what to do, Misha had never been much of a deep thinker. That was why most of the stuff in his room was gym gear, gaming stuff, or whatever his subscribers bought for him. Lately, they had been really loving when Misha wore even less clothes and showed off more of his growing body, and Misha was happy to oblige as long as they kept telling him what to do!

Mish-puphunk: Lol I guess you’re right! I just wanna give sirs what they want

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I totally get why you love pup play so much. You just love being obedient and dumb and empty lmao. You, like, pretty much live in your mask these days.

A pup mask…Misha was pretty sure one of his subscribers had sent him one of those once, but it had been really confusing to put on and he’d only worn it once. No, wait, that wasn’t right. Misha was such a ditz! He’d loved the experience of putting on the pup mask and letting himself be a dumb pup for his chat. And chat had loved sending in tips to give him commands like “sit,” “roll over,” and “stick a tail in your hole.”

It had been so popular that the subscribers had told Misha to make it a weekly thing, then a biweekly thing, and by now it had pretty much become what Misha did during his streams. While chatting with this guy had been fun, Misha really wanted to get on with the stream and mask up. He opened his mouth to tell the viewers that, but then remembered that he had been ordered not to talk. Too bad, chat would only hear his deep, resonant voice if they ordered him to bark after he put on his mask.

Mish-puphunk: Okay dude, I gotta go be a good dumb pup now.

Himbo_mkr: Got it, bruh! You got a bunch of hunky doms to please by being a good pup slut!

Chat cheered as Misha stopped streaming the chat window and winked at the camera. An especially hung dom who loved to tip had won the bid war last night to decide what Misha wore, so Misha fondled the straps of his leather harness as he got up to grab his mask. He wondered what his chat full of muscular, horny himbo doms would have him do today.

Misha slipped on the mask and let his mind go blank.

[himbofan4444]

Taking a Trip

Arne was more than excited to visit Vancouver for the first time. Everyone said that he could have easily seen beautiful mountains on a trip to Switzerland, but Arne wanted something a little bit extra inspiring on a continent he had never seen before. His life at home had become a little monotonous at his corporate job, and the dating pool was as unpromising as ever for a shy, reclusive man in his mid-20s.

With his frugal nature, Arne balked at the hotel prices in the city, and quickly found himself looking at short-term rental sites. The prices were, if possible, even worse. Finally, he followed a link to a retro-looking gay room-sharing website and saw an ad that read: “Shared room, accessible, perfect for tourists.” The price was well within Arne’s range, and it was within walking distance of transit. He booked it without a second thought.

It was only as the taxi drove away after dropping Arne and his suitcase on the curb that he had second thoughts. He followed the instructions the owner, Julian, had sent him and went around the small house to the back, where there was an external door to the basement. All around the door were skateboards, leaning on the concrete foundation, each with a unique design painted on its underside. As he knocked, Arne felt a tremor up his spine, like an anticipation of danger.

Before he could react in any way, he heard heavy feet and voices behind the door. With a clunk of the latch, the door swung open to reveal a young man with dark, curly hair and a thin moustache with no shirt on his tanned, muscular body. “What’s up, bro? You must be Arne,” he said in a deep, slow voice, holding out a big hand that engulfed Arne’s, even though they were the same size. “I’m Julian, your host.”

Arne opened his mouth to reply, but he lost his train of thought as an eye-watering stench poured off Julian’s bare, hairy muscles. He almost seemed to steam in the cold air. The smell was a mix of stale sweat, cooking spices, musky body odour, and, over all of it, the stench of weed.

After a moment, as Arne struggled to control the cough that threatened to burst out of him, Julian seemed to realise he was bare from the hips up. “Oh, sorry, bro,” he said, lazily backing away into the basement apartment. “I was, uh, busy.” He chuckled and moved away, grabbing a stained green shirt from an equally stained couch.

Reluctantly, Arne followed Julian through the doorway, and immediately realised that it was not only Julian who stank. The smell permeated the whole space, making Arne lightheaded. He wished that he had thought to bring air freshener in his luggage.

The basement suite was small, with low ceilings. Behind the couch was a counter to delineate the tiled kitchen, while in front of the couch was a low, beat-up table with a bong and other smoking paraphernalia scattered across it. To the side, a couple of doors led to what Arne hoped were the bedrooms and bathroom.

One door banged open, and another guy stumbled out into the living room. With a beanie over his dishevelled hair and his shirt on inside out, it was clear that he had dressed hurriedly. He looked over Arne with bloodshot eyes, his movements clumsy as he pulled on a thin jacket. “Hey man,” he grunted. As the man waved, another scent washed over Arne. This time, the skunk-smell was tempered with dried cum and a tangy, earthy flavour that hit the back of his throat.

“We lost track of time. Omar was just leaving.” At Julian’s gesture, Omar brushed past Arne and out the door. Arne turned to see him grab one of the skateboards leaning against the concrete stairs before the door shut behind him.

Arne was still shaking his head in an attempt to clear out Omar’s stench when Julian grabbed his bag. “In here, dude.”

Julian led Arne back through the door Omar had burst through into a room with two twin beds, exactly as small as Arne had feared. “Obvi, I won’t have guys over while you’re here, bro,” Julian said, handing Arne a spare key. “But if you like, we can always push the beds together for extra sleeping space.” He raised a lascivious eyebrow at Arne.

Blushing furiously, Arne made several aborted gestures. “Uh, no, no, no thank you,” he muttered, his accent thickening.

“Your loss, bro.” Julian raised both his arms to show his hairy armpits, posing as his musk assaulted Arne’s nostrils. “Just tell me if you change your mind, right? If you need me, I’ll prob-ly either be here smoking and painting, or over at the skate park, smoking and skating.”

Chuckling dumbly, Julian left the room. Moments later, while he sat on his bed and trying to work up the courage to leave, Arne’s nose was tickled by a waft of thick, numbing pot smoke.

It was just a few days, Arne reasoned. He’d be out all day anyway. He probably wouldn’t even see Julian that much, even if they did sleep in the same room. Plus, with a quick check of his bank balance, Arne knew that any alternative sleeping arrangements would be utterly impossible.

Arne forced himself to stay out late that night, exploring Davie Street, but his jet-lagged brain forced him back to the basement suite by midnight. Disheartened at the sight of a light on in the tiny ground-level window, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Julian was painting a skateboard in the living room, a half-smoked blunt in one hand. Not even the acrid smell of the paints and lacquer could overpower the stench of weed and musk in the tiny space. “Evenin’, bro,” Julian slurred as Arne blinked his eyes and tried to adjust to the thick, musky atmosphere. “Hey, come sit with me.”

“I have to go to sleep,” Arne protested, even as he walked to the spare seat on the couch and lowered himself into it. He remembered that he had resolved earlier not to touch the couch, since it was covered in who knew what kind of stains, but it was already done.

“No worries, this’ll help you sleep, bro,” Julian said, waving away Arne’s excuse with his blunt and then taking a deep pull off of it. He blew a stream of smoke into Arne’s face.

Arne spluttered. “Wh-what the hell!” He’d smoked a few times, but he was hardly a stoner. He could already feel a contact high working its way through his system, loosening his muscles and overwhelming him with sleepiness. For some reason, it also left his body feeling strangely tight.

“What design should I put on this board?” As he spoke, Julian leaned back on the couch and laid his arm across the back. Through the haze in his mind, Arne realised Julian was shirtless again, with musky sweat dripping down his sides from the bushes in his armpits.

Julian was still talking, something about dragons and complementary colours, and Arne just nodded along, too fixated on Julian’s body to care. He had never liked smelly guys, but something about Julian had Arne’s cock flooding his boxers with precum.

As Julian took another hit off his blunt, Arne realised that he could smell the salty tang of his precum in the air. Looking down, he could see a slick, spreading stain on his jeans. How long had he been sitting here? He thought that he should be embarrassed, but working up shame seemed like so much effort. He was so relaxed, sitting here on the couch, breathing in Julian’s sexy musk and clouds of pot smoke.

The rest of the night was a blur. Arne was so tired. He vaguely remembered Julian’s face looming over his, dripping sweat into Arne’s mouth. At some point, Arne thought he must have taken his shirt off because he got so warm and sweaty sitting on the couch. Finally, they had moved to the bedroom, where Julian had kept talking while Arne tried to calm his dripping cock enough to fall asleep.

Arne woke up slowly the next morning, cocooned in the scent of musk and weed. He started to roll over, but realised suddenly that there was a pair of sweaty arms around his chest. One of Julian’s fingers brushed across Arne’s bare nipple, and he moaned uncontrollably as a spark of pleasure shot to his slick, precum-smelling crotch.

His face burning with embarrassment, Arne carefully extricated himself from Julian’s bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He wondered why his body felt strange and top-heavy until he switched on the light. In the mirror, he saw a pair of massive pecs on top of his slender torso, the big nipples erect and pink.

Despite his horror, Arne still found himself feeling oddly horny. Looking further down, he saw an unfamiliar, half-hard cock between his bare legs—he had slept naked!—still leaking thick, clear precum that gathered in big drops before falling to the floor.

There was something seriously wrong with this apartment, and with Julian. Arne struggled to think, but the scent of his precum was quickly filling the little bathroom, making his head foggy. He had to…He had to…He had to touch his fat man tits.

Arne watched in the mirror as he popped his sweaty pecs, and then grabbed them with one hand. Not only were they real, they bounced hypnotically as he kneaded at the muscle. A finger brushed over his pert nipple, and Arne moaned again. His voice sounded strange. A little bit too deep, and slower than he was used to.

Would he feel even better if he pinched his nipple? As Arne went to grab his opposite nip, he struggled to remember what he had been thinking about. It had been something way more important than his bouncing pecs…

The thoughts dissolved as Arne started to tug on his sensitive nipple. He moaned loudly, his legs buckling as jolts of pleasure engulfed his body. The trickle of precum from his cock grew into a continuous stream as he knelt on the bathroom floor, mindlessly tugging on his pecs.

Arne barely noticed the bathroom door open until a pair of strong arms grabbed him under his shoulders and started to haul him to his feet. “No cumming yet, bro,” said Julian’s relaxed drawl next to his ear. “You’re not nearly done yet.”

By the time Julian handed Arne a plate of poptarts, Arne’s horniness had mostly faded back to a low hum, which spiked at the scent of Julian’s unwashed armpits. Arne wondered if he should feel embarrassed to be sat, naked, on Julian’s couch, his insistent cock still slowly leaking tangy precum onto the seat.

“Yesterday was a lot for you, huh bro?” Julian said through a mouthful of poptart. “I bet you just wanna stay here and hang out with me all day.”

Arne frowned. He was supposed to go to the suspension bridge today…No, that sounded like a lot of work. He’d much rather hang out with Julian. He had no idea why he’d thought Julian was gross or uncool. His smell was utterly intoxicating.

“What were you planning to do today?” Arne asked, after he’d eaten a few bites.

Julian shrugged, shedding runnels of sweat from his pits. “I was gonna go to the skate park and hang with some bros, but you need me more, bro.”

“What do you mean?” Arne was independent! He didn’t need Julian around! But it did feel nice to have someone hot and manly like Julian looking out for him, he realised.

“You can’t be left alone right now, bro.” Julian had finished his breakfast, and started to set up the bong on the coffee table. “So we’re gonna hang out, I’m gonna smoke, and then you’re gonna help me with some boards.”

Before long, Arne was floating comfortably, a little stoned from how much smoke billowed out of Julian’s sexy mouth. Julian got to work painting a skateboard, but after a few minutes he turned to look at Arne, a strange smile on his face.

“Come over and help me, bro.”

When Arne slid down to the floor next to Julian, his host raised one tanned, muscular arm. “I’m so sweaty, bro,” Julian said. Arne agreed, watching a rivulet of sweat emerge from the dark hair in Julian’s armpit, adding to the heady musk in the room. “If you could just, like, lick it up for me, I’ll be able to focus so much better.”

Arne frowned. That didn’t seem like it would help at all. But before he could protest, he felt a strong hand on the back of his head, and Julian was pushing him into his musky armpit.

The smell overpowered any of his protests. Julian’s musk was baked into his skin, and taking it straight from the source was far more intense than smelling him at range. The smell of sweat filled Arne’s mind, and he started to lick and suck at Julian’s armpit hair without realising it. The rank taste filled his mouth and trickled down his throat, and Arne felt his leaky cock start to flow again. He couldn’t imagine anything hotter than this. As Julian kept painting, he moaned whenever Arne’s tongue pushed against an especially sensitive spot.

As he laved his tongue over Julian’s tight belly button a while later—time didn’t really matter—Arne started to feel itchy all over his body. As he ran a hand over his arms, he felt the resistance of thick hair. All over his body, Arne felt long hair growing. Before long, his precum didn’t even fall onto the skin of his hairy thighs, it just got lost in the hair.

With his new fur, Arne found himself sweating at least as much as Julian in the heat of the little room. When Julian took a break from painting to grab some lunch, Arne noticed a new smell filling the air. He was emitting his own flavour of musk now, like Julian’s, but with a bit more of a richness to it from the precum dripping between his legs. He couldn’t help but give his armpits a sniff, licking up what he could reach of his own taste.

Julian returned and grinned at Arne. “Damn, bro, you’re almost ready.”

“What?” Arne looked up at Julian. It felt like he was seeing through a thick haze. It was so hard to think. He had to get outside and get some fresh air. But where were his clothes?

Julian held out a brownie for Arne. “Here, bro, this’ll help that brain of yours along. It’s my special blend.” He winked a dark eye, and Arne obediently took a bite of the brownie from Julian’s hand.

While Julian got back to his painting, Arne felt himself feeling slowly, but insistently, hornier. From licking up the sweat at the top of Julian’s back, he moved lower and lower, until he was licking at the very top of Julian’s musky asscrack. His cock felt iron-hard and huge against his thigh, a continuous stream of precum trickling into his sweaty leg hair.

Julian groaned. “Oh, bro, if you’re gonna get in there, let’s do it for real.” Putting the freshly finished board aside, Julian rose to his feet and pulled Arne up as well.

Arne felt so tall. The floor was so far away. All he could see was his hairy belly and thick, drippy cock as he followed Julian through the door to the bedroom. Then, all he could see was Julian, lying on his back with his legs hooked over Arne’s hairy shoulders. At last, Arne was back in a place that made sense, looking into Julian’s asscrack, licking up the musky sweat on his firm cheeks.

As his tongue dove into Julian’s hole, Arne remembered the first time they had skateboarded together. With his natural musk, it was hard for Arne to make friends with other skaters, but Julian had skated right up to him and invited him back to his place.

As he lined his cock up with Julian and rubbed his copious precum over the shaft, Arne remembered growing up in Vancouver. Dealing weed had been fun before legalisation, but now his job at the dispensary was pretty easy. Arne spent most of his time perfecting his skating tricks or smoking up with Julian or their other musky skater friends.

As he thrust against Julian’s prostate and felt the smaller man begin to tighten around him and cum, Arne remembered how much he loved his buddies. He was the big guy of the group, with his big, hairy muscles and fat, leaky cock. He wasn’t much of a thinker, but he’d do anything for Julian and his bros.

With that thought, Arne felt his balls tighten against him as he unloaded a huge, creamy load in Julian’s ass. As he shuddered, collapsing on top of his bro, there was a knock at the door.

“Fuuuuuck, that’s my next guest,” Julian groaned, whining a little as Arne pulled out. In addition to selling custom skateboards, Julian made extra cash by renting part of his room to gay tourists. Arne loved Julian’s musky, pot-smelling basement, so he thought that sharing the space a bit more was a great idea.

Julian pulled a pair of relatively clean sweatpants up his legs and wiped the worst of his cum off his chest with one of the shirts on the floor. “Just grab some clothes, bro,” he said over his shoulder as he shut the door behind himself.

As he pulled on his XL sweatpants and grabbed his hoodie, Arne listened to Julian introducing himself to this new guy. “What’s up, bro? You must be Yadu. I’m Julian, your host.” The spiel sounded strangely familiar. Careful to leave the hoodie unzipped so he wouldn’t stimulate his oversensitive nipples, and careless of Julian's cum slowly drying in his chest hair, Arne crammed a beanie over his hair and stepped into the living room.

A shrimpy African guy was looking in horror at the room, a small suitcase hanging from his weedy arm. Arne waved at him, and the guy looked like he was about to gag as a wave of Arne’s thick, precummy musk washed over him.

“Sorry, bro, we lost track of time.” Julian was pulling on a shirt in the kitchen. “Arne was just leaving.”

Nodding to Julian, Arne brushed past Yadu and headed out the door, grabbing his skateboard from where it was leaning against the wall. He had to go meet up with Omar at the skate park anyway.

This story is a belated holiday gift for @rakurairagnarok! Here's to a very sexy, transformative new year, my friend ;)

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