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Military Test Subject

(AI art created by Jammer Link)

“Hot damn!” General Smith shouted when he saw the recruit. “You boys really outdid yourselves!”

“Thank you,” Andrew smiled at the praise. It’d been over a year of testing, but they finally found a compound that would actually work and be good for application. They were given Kyle Briggs nearly a month ago and he was a pretty standard soldier. Maybe even considered to be on the weaker side. It wasn’t even a week before they started to notice changes.

He’d gained almost 15 pounds of muscle and grew another inch taller. The physical trainer said this was unprecedented. He’d been sworn to secrecy, yet the scientists had quickly learned that wouldn’t have been necessary. They found him sneaking off with the test subject and having sex. It was noted that the physical trainer was the happiest bottom they had ever seen. Even though he had sworn up and down that he was straight when they hired him, he said it was impossible to think about anything other than the subject’s cock slamming into him.

By week three, it was nearly impossible to separate the two. The subject had grown another three inches and gained an additional 45 pounds of muscle. He defended his lover with all his strength. More terrifying was that many of the soldiers who were told to separate the two mentioned understanding how the physical trainer must have felt. They longed to go back in there. It was about two or three days and the soldiers were found still trying to emulate sex with the test subject.

No other soldiers would volunteer to be in the same room as the subject.

By week four, he’d gained another 100 pounds and five inches taller. He looked like an absolute monster. Any goal that they had set for him was easily smashed down. They had to weigh him over the intercom and the physical trainer was more than happy to help get the measurements, however no one else was allowed into the room with them. The week after that, there were no noticeable differences to his weight changes.

“Well then!” General Smith slapped his knee. “Let’s go meet him!”

“W-what!?” Andrew jumped out of his seat and stumbled through the room to block the door. “Sir. That’s not a good idea.”

“Is he violent?” General Smith asked.

“Violent? No. It’s just—”

“Son, I’ve been in this field a long time. I don’t need you to tell me how to meet my recruits,” General Smith pushed Andrew to the side.

“Sir,” one of the general’s guards said. “Shouldn’t we listen to him?”

Andrew nodded furiously. His voice was stuck as he was never very good at talking to his superiors. “Yes! Please! You don’t under—”

“Nonsense. If you’re going to chicken out as well, then I’ll just go meet the new recruit on my own. Out of my way.” General Smith pushed Andrew fully to the side and opened the door. Andrew held his breath and then pushed the door closed.

“Hmmm?” The guard’s eyebrow raised. He felt his cock harden in his pants as he looked at the test subject. His hand instinctually went to touch his dick.

Andrew let out a sigh. “Don’t worry, it’ll hopefully wear off in about 24 hours. But it’s too late for him…” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the general. For a second, the bodyguard didn’t believe the little man, but he quickly realized that his eyes hadn’t left the test subject’s body since the door had been opened. That strange musky scent hung in his nose and his pants had come undone, revealing his fat cock. “Let’s get you out of here so you aren’t tempted anymore. And I’ve got to make a few phone calls.”

Someone handed the guard an impressively sized dildo. The bodyguard would have been mortified at any other time wondering how someone could fit this inside them, let alone the insinuation that he would. But his hands happily ran up and down the silicone rod as he thought about the impressively built man on the other side of the glass wall. He followed the man and struggled not to look back at the test subject.

However, General Smith was still being monitored as he walked through the subject’s area. Sweat started to drip down his forehead and the sharply dressed man quickly started to undo the top buttons of his uniform. “Hot damn!” the general cursed. “They sure as hell love to pump the heat up in here…” He wiped his brow as he approached the subject.

The subject sat up from the bench press he’d just been using. His eyebrow cocked. A wry grin appeared on his face. “I don’t find it too bad,” he answered. A thick layer of sweat covered his body. The hair on his chest matted to his pecs and abs.

“That makes one of us,” General Smith laughed as he continued his approach. He didn’t even notice as he stripped off his military jacket, kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. The feeling of the somewhat cool air on his body felt so good that he just left them on the floor where they fell. “I’m General Smith. I’m your new boss.”

“Oh?” the subject laughed. Mostly because the general’s hard cock looked to be throbbing in his underwear. “I see…” The subject stood up.

General Smith never considered himself to be a small man. At 6’1” and a little overweight 220 pounds, most people were a bit shorter than him. However, he had to crane his neck back to get a proper look at this beast of a man. General Smith barely even came up to his chest. His eyes had move to bring the man fully into view. He gasped.

“Y-yes,” General Smith tried to regain his senses. It didn’t help that his hand was pleasuring his cock. He reached it out for a handshake. “With a man like you on board, I doubt we’ll need much of a military.”

The subject laughed at the joke and accepted the handshake. His hand completely engulfed the general’s. It looked more like a gorilla hand over a human’s. The subject quickly pulled the general into a hug. General Smith’s face landed directly between the subject’s massive pecs.

The general took in a deep breath. He didn’t even realize that his hips bucked or feel the wet stain forming in his underwear. His mind was far too focused on the man in front of him. The strong powerful scent that completely overwhelmed him. His senses didn’t take in anything other than the man. His hands groped the powerful muscles and felt their strength.

“They don’t let many friends come in here…” the subject complained. “I’m happy to meet you.”

“And I’m happy to meet you…” the general moaned. He wasn’t even fighting it anymore. His hands tried to touch every inch of the powerful man in front of him, groping and grasping at whatever he could get a hold of. Of course, the subject was happy to comply, flexing his arms and legs as the general’s hands tried to grasp around it. It was an impossible task as the human was far too small.

The subject chuckled as the general pulled out the subject's hefty sized cock. The small man was trying desperately to find a hole for it to fit in. “Your hands are fine,” the subject said. The general’s face beamed as he started stroking the monster sized cock. It had to be well over a foot long and thick as the general’s arm.

General Smith instantly started stroking it. His whole body had to get into the motion. But he looked like he’d never been happier in his life. The subject stood tall, flexing his body as his cock was milked. Loud deep moans rumbled the building. He was fully into it. All the way up to the point that he coated the general with his cum. Big splashes hit the general in his face and rolled down his body.

“Excellent job…” the subject praised. The general tried to get started again, but the subject stopped him. “You need to take a rest.” He lifted up the man and cradled him in his arms as he took him over to see the physical trainer. “You two will be working together for a while. I can’t wait to actually fuck him.” A devious smile overtook the subjects face as he watched the two men cuddle together.

The subject turned back to the scientists. “You know you can always give me more friends to play with.”

Over the next week the subject grew another inch and gained 15 pounds of muscle.

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A Doctor’s Visit

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“Alright Bradly, what seems to be—” Dr. Anderson felt the words get caught in his throat as he saw the man sitting on the doctor’s table. It was possibly the most muscular person he’d ever seen in his life. Even more surprisingly was how Bradly just decided to get undressed before he’d even entered into the room, though looking around there didn’t seem to be any clothes anywhere.

“Well doc, the problem is right here,” Bradly pointed directly at his dick. “This stuff I’ve been taking said that I’m supposed to get big all over, but this hasn’t been changing at all. I was just wondering if you might know what’s up.”

“Oh… Okay,” Dr. Anderson tried to snap out of his daze. Just looking at this man was like looking at a piece of art. His eyes kept getting lost in the contours of Bradly’s muscles. But even as he stared at the other man’s face, he couldn’t help but get lost there too. So many perfectly sculpted masculine features all worked together to make a handsome man. “Did you—” Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, “Did you bring it in so I can look at it?”

“Of course, doc.” Bradly reached into his jock and pulled out a small container. Whatever that small bulge had been completely disappeared and almost looked flat. “I’ve been usin’ it just like it says. But it’s like my cock just won’t get any bigger.”

“Hmmm…” Dr. Anderson tried his best to focus. He’d always heard about steroids causing issues like this, though this looked more like some kind of protein powder or supplement. “Has your… *Ehem* Penis shrank at all?”

Bradly laughed. “Luckily, no. But with how big I’m getting it just looks so damn small!” He flexes when he used the word big.

“That makes sense…” Dr. Anderson said. “I’ll have to send this down to a lab to get it tested. Until then I’m not sure how much I can help you with.”

Bradly nodded. “Understandable.”

“But until then, I might as well get some vitals. Let’s start with height and weight. I know you wrote down, 5’10” 175 pounds, but I think I might need to double check that.” Dr. Anderson said.

“Sure thing doc!” Bradly stood up. Already Dr. Anderson could tell the discrepancy. There was no way this man was only 5’10”, he had to be at least 6’4”. Dr. Anderson had to tilt his head way back to properly look the other man in the eyes. And the 175 had to almost be a joke. It looked like his right arm weighed that much.

Bradly stepped onto the scale. Dr. Anderson raised the bar to measure his height. Just like he thought, 6’5”. He looked down at the scale: 285 pounds. “Let me just up these stats and then we’ll do a little wellness check. Alright?” Bradly nodded. It wasn’t unlike guys like this who hadn’t been to the doctor since they had to have a check up to play any sports. Dr. Anderson just jotted down some notes.

He took out his stethoscope. “So how long have you been trying this new supplement?”

“Hmm? Oh… Uhhh about a month.”

“A month!?” Dr. Anderson nearly shouted. He tried to cool himself back down. “That’s quite the supplement!” Bradly nodded. It felt like he went a little quieter than usual. Dr. Anderson hadn’t ever heard of anything like this, but Bradly didn’t seem to be lying either. “Any other noticeable changes?” The beat of Bradly’s heart thumped louder. A little bit of sweat started to form around the man’s brow. Dr. Anderson paused the examination. “Is there something wrong?”

“It’s just… Uhh… Guys are starting to treat me differently now.”

“You are built like a cartoon character…” Dr. Anderson joked. More sweat was starting to perspire. A strong smell started to fill the room. For a second it smelt awful, but Dr. Anderson’s nose quickly adjusted to it. The strong smell of a locker room started to fill the small office.

“That’s not really it… It’s different. And then there’s this itch…”

“Where at?” Dr. Anderson asked. Bradly seemed to have gone quiet. “Bradly, if you don’t tell me where the itch is, I can’t help…”

“Okay…” Bradly breathed. “It’s in my ass.”

“In—in your ass?” Dr. Anderson repeated. A strange feeling rushed over the doctor. He couldn’t quite explain it. But it was like he was suddenly turned on. His cock quickly hardened in his pants. “Would you please bend over?”

Bradly froze up. “You know what? This was a bad idea… I should—”

Dr. Anderson quickly blocked the door. “As a doctor, I don’t think I should allow you to do that. This is a safe place and there’s full confidentiality between us.”

“O-okay… But don’t do anything funny. Alright?”

“Bradly, I am a doctor.”

“And my friends were straight…” Bradly mumbled.

Dr. Anderson didn’t quite hear it over the snap of his glove. “Ready?”

“Ready…” Bradly said. He let out a gasp as the doctor’s finger pushed inside him. Feeling the digit move around, Bradly struggled to hold down his moans. The way it wiggled inside him was too much. His hands gripped the table tightly as he fought down his sexual urges.

Meanwhile, Dr. Anderson was starting to have a little bit of fun. His cock throbbed with excitement as he watched the giant of a man squirm under the pressure he was putting him under. He suddenly felt like he had so much control. So much power. He’d long since stopped checking for anything and was just looking for the most sensitive parts inside of Bradly.

“Find—Find anything—suspicious?” Bradly grunted. His eyes went wide when he heard the doctor’s pants fall to the ground. He tried to stand up before the doctor pushed him back onto the table.

“Don’t worry boy, all part of the check up,” Dr. Anderson said. He lined up his cock with Bradly’s ass and pushed inside. The young man let out a bit of a yelp as his grip tightened against table. “How’s that feel boy?”

“G-good…” Bradly moaned. His strong body nearly collapsed onto the table in pleasure. “So gooooood…”

Dr. Anderson let out a chuckle. Each thrust felt better than the last. Watching this massive man succumb to his desires only pushed him to keep going. Bradly moaned loudly. Dr. Anderson’s lust only grew. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. His dick craved this hole more than he would have ever imagined.

His body bucked. Dr. Anderson’s hands gripped Bradly’s sides hard, digging his nails into Bradly’s sides. The doctor lost control of his body and finished inside the other man. The sheer force of pleasure nearly knocked him out. Sweat dripped from every inch of his body, coating his dress shirt and pants. It almost seeped through to his white coat.

“Aww… Fuck doc, that wasn’t a good idea…” Bradly said as he regained his composure. He sat on the table. His veins were bulging out of his skin as he sat there. There was almost a pulsing of his muscles.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Anderson said. “I don’t know what came over me.” He pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. It went one loop further than it had been and almost seemed to sag around his feet more. He shook his shoulders as he couldn’t help but feel like his shirt didn’t quite fit right either.

Bradly shrugged. “It’s alright.” Then pulled out his phone. “I have an opening in two weeks, but next time it’ll cost you $500.”

“W-what?!”

“Hmm? Oh, I know you already feel it. Just look at the way you’re looking at me,” Bradly smirked. Dr. Anderson couldn’t deny that he was ogling the man sitting on his table. His entire vision was focused on the other man’s hard muscles and a deep seeded desire to touch them again. “How about I just put you down and then you decide if you want to come or not.” He handed Dr. Anderson a slip of paper with an address and time.

“Oh, one more thing,” then stepped onto the scale. “6’6” 301 pounds. Better keep my medical documents up to date.” He tapped Dr. Anderson on the shoulder and left with his mysterious powder.

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Mr. Bryson Comes to Visit

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‘Just so you know, my dad came in this weekend,’ my boyfriend texted me.

I let out a groan. I’d just finished a workout and didn’t need to have his dad here. Part of it was just because of the unexpected company. The rest was because there was this new gummy supplement that I’d been taking that had some unusual side effects.

Don’t get me wrong, it was unbelievable for muscle growth. I’d been a pretty average gym goer until I started taking them, but with them I wouldn’t stop growing. It could be up to almost a pound of muscle a day. I’d been a standard jock at 5’10” and 176 pounds but after taking them for a couple of months I’d shot up to 6’1” and was nearing 215 pounds. My gains were unprecedented. People in the gym begged me for my secrets. I wouldn’t tell them.

It was due to the side effects. Immediately after taking them, I’d become incredibly dominant. That wouldn’t be a problem; but then every man in the area would get a whiff of my scent and then become incredibly submissive. I only tried them once in the gym and I had damn near every guy asking to help me lift and running their hands across my body. It was so hard to fight off. It was nice with my boyfriend, a little less fun with complete strangers. Though, my boyfriend suggested that I try it again, but he has to be around that time.

“Mr. Bryson?” I called as I returned home. “Hello?”

“Over here boy,” a deep and powerful voice summoned me. It didn’t sound familiar, but I felt an uncontrollable urge to do as he said. A strange smell lingered in the house. I smelled it deeper.

‘Oh shit…’ I suddenly realized what was going on. Especially when I walked into the living room. There stood an unbelievably jacked man. No shirt. No shoes. But someone I definitely wanted to service. My mouth hung open as I took in the absolute mountain of a man. He had to be 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500 pounds. I thought my growth was big, this was beyond next level.

“M-Mr. Bryson?” I stammered as I looked him up.

He grunted in the affirmative. I felt my dick go hard. “Just so you know I found some candy and ate the whole thing. Real good shit.”

“Of course, sir! Our home is your home!” my fingers flexed. Partially out of rage, but a deeper urge of lust. I was in a battle to not just curl up under that man’s massive and run my hands down his body.

“Good man,” he pat my shoulder as he splayed his body down on the leather couch. His feet went far past the arm rest. Those massive hands went between his legs and started to play with his cock, almost absentmindedly. The smell intensified. I felt a deep longing moan escape me.

“H-how’s work!” I forced out. It was the most neutral thing I could think of. My head was swarming with all sorts of ideas. My boyfriend had given me so many. From sniffing my armpits to licking my feet, all of them were buzzing around in my head but I was doing them to this giant.

“Fucking sucks,” Mr. Bryson grunted. “Got a piece of shit boss that really needs to hear a piece of my mind. Don’t know why I haven’t told that little fucker off yet. Doesn’t know his face from his ass.”

I squirmed in my seat. Hearing the man talk was nearly as good as sex itself. Though, the thought that his passive side was completely gone seemed to be the reason. I’d always thought he was a bit too weak willed and never stuck up for himself. But now? There was no one who would even think twice about it.

“You treatin my boy well?” Mr. Bryson asked.

“Huh? Oh yes sir! I try to make him happy everyday.”

“Oh? How?”

“Sex!” I blurted out. I instantly covered my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out.

Mr. Bryson’s eyebrow raised. “Oh? And who’s on top?”

“I-I-I am sir. He likes to be on bottom,” I answered.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Bryson seemed to be mulling something over. His hand went to his chin and scratched the stubble on it. “Show me.”

“S-s-show you?” My dick throbbed. A longing moan escaped me. I may have been across the room, but I almost jumped at the chance.

“Show me,” he repeated. His voice sterner. “Show me what he does to show you he likes it.”

My sex addled brain complied. “Hey there big guy,” I strutted over to him. I dropped down to my knees. My hand went to his chest and gently rubbed the huge pec. The musk was overwhelming. There was no more fighting it. My nose went deep into his pit and gave it a powerful whiff. The smell of his sweaty BO filled my head only making me all the more excitable.

“It wasn’t too rough of a day at work now, was it?” I continued playing the sub. I was surprisingly good at imitating my boyfriend. My hand gently parsed through the hair running along Mr. Bryson’s abs. I leaned in for a kiss. His scruff scratched against my bare face. He accepted my kiss and our tongues wrestled. He led the tempo, but I could keep up. “Well. I can make it all better.” I giggled as I pulled away.

My finger traced the outline of his massive pecs. They danced their way down to his abs. Then found it’s way into his shorts. The man was already hard. His cock throbbed as I grabbed it. Even though my hand’s were massive, it still felt like I was holding onto a beer can. I gently stroked it. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Good…” Mr. Bryson grunted. His body flexed. Hands gripped whatever they could. Under his strength he accidently snapped the back of the couch. That would have to be a problem for another day.

Right now, I was a bit distracted. Especially as I pulled the rod out of his shorts. My eyes went wide. My mouth hung open. I’d never been a cock sucker, but God damn did I want to shove it into my mouth. But then there were other ideas. My hole quivered. I let out a moan.

“Well, boy?” Mr. Bryson demanded.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I straddled Mr. Bryson’s massive body and lined his cock up with my ass. I could feel the pre already dripping and coating my ass and his cock. I pressed down on it. My hands clawed at his abs at the pressure. I couldn’t help myself. A deep sensual moan escaped me as my body writhed. Little by little I worked my way down onto his cock. I’d only taken my boyfriend’s a couple of times and it was no where near as big or wide as this. Somehow the gummy supplements must have been help open me up.

Mr. Bryson bucked as more of his cock was engorged by my ass. His eyes went wild as his body gave into the sexual drive. All that confidence and strength meant nothing under his sexual arousal. I could feel his cock throb with delight. Each thrust I gave him sent another wave of pleasure rocketing through him. He couldn’t help himself. His back arched and he finished inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I called out as I couldn’t help myself, splattering his furry chest with my own seed. I rode Mr. Bryson’s wild ride and then fell limp on his body. His big arms wrapped around me.

“Well… Guess if my boy treats you this well, you ain’t half bad…”

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Question about Wordpress

Does anyone know if the wordpress archive only goes back so far? I noticed that it’s not back to when I first started writing and didn’t know if it starts deleting older work.

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The Wrestler

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“Mr-Mr Stafford? I don’t think wrestling is right for me…” Ned stammered as he walked into the wrestling room. The strong smell of musk filled his nose and he found it hard to breathe.

“It’s coach,” Coach Stafford snapped.

“Of course! Sorry! Coach!” Ned quickly corrected himself. He didn’t understand this sports stuff too well. He was just in the library studying for his Intro to Biology 1100. College was so new for him, that he didn’t fully understand what was expected of him but he figured he had to try to say yes a little more than he had when he was in high school. That’s why when Coach Stafford came over and asked him to join the wrestling team, he spoke without thinking. “But I’ve never wrestled before…”

“That’s alright,” Coach Stafford said. “Everyone has to start somewhere. And as long as you listen to me, you’ll do fine.” His brow raised as he looked down at Ned. It was the tone drop that made Ned really shake. “You are going to listen to me, right?”

“Of-Of course! I’ll do whatever you say coach!” Ned said dutifully. As he agreed he couldn’t help but feel as though there was something different about him all of a sudden. He brushed it off.

Coach Stafford’s grim mood quickly changed. “Good. Go put these on.” He handed Ned a pair of tight wrestling shorts.

Ned did as he was told. Any resistance he would have met with, instantly turned into reasons why he should listen. He couldn’t exactly wrestle in his normal clothes. Besides what if they got all sweaty or gross?

“Good,” Coach Stafford said. “And you’re okay with me making you big and strong?”

“Y-yeah,” Ned nodded. He wouldn’t have minded gaining a bit of muscle on his weak frame.

“And you’re okay with me telling you what to do?”

“You are my coach,” Ned answered.

Coach’s smile broadened. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Ned’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Something about Coach Stafford felt off. It was almost like he looked semitransparent. “Co—” Ned was about to say before a glowing ethereal mist that was heading directly for his open mouth. It entered inside of him.

“Sorry bud. This’ll be a bit uncomfortable,” Coach Stafford said as more of his body grew more transparent.

Ned struggled to say something. Anything at all. Only gagged muffled sounds escaped from his mouth. He tried to grab at the string of mist entering inside of him, but its incorporeal form was impossible to grab onto. His fingers slipped through the glowing green mist. He can feel it going down his throat and clinging to his gullet. A small bulge of a tummy pushes out from his thin body.

“C-coach?” Ned asked the now empty room. His mind was reeling from what just happened. Even stranger was the full feeling in his tummy. He rubbed it gently trying to calm it down. “Coach Staff—” A deep grunt forced its way out of his chest. Ned’s body buckled. Whatever was inside him was starting to move. It was stretching out his insides.

A series of moans and groans filled the room as he rolled around on the wrestling matt. It was the craziest feeling. Every part of his body was pulsing. Ned could almost see his muscles growing. What had been completely weak and undefined was rapidly refining itself. Muscles molded and sculpted itself onto his frame at an alarming rate.

He could see his biceps forming and rounding out. Thick forearms with a dense lattice of veins led to massive hands. His neck widened. The moans and groans only grew deeper. Each time resonating more off the concrete walls.

Ned could feel his bones growing longer. He was getting taller. His shoulders were wider while his waist stayed perfectly trimmed. His silhouette actually looked somewhat intimidating. “F-FUCK!” He cried out as his back arched. The growth of his quads happened to press hard against his dick that was currently raging in his wrestling pants.

His massive hands gently massaged and moved it out of the way. Slowly Ned came back down from his painful state. He rolled around a bit before standing up and looking at his reflection. The one looking back wasn’t what he remembered. The feminine face he had had, had squared itself off into a masculine jaw. His brow had pushed forward a bit and his eyes were almost dark and mysterious. He reached up and ran his hand across the tiny bit of peach fuzz rounding his mouth.

“What the—”

“And I was saying…” Three guys walked into the wrestling arena. They stopped and looked over at Ned. “Oh? Is the fresh meat already here?” The other two laughed. “Let’s get a few things straight. I’m not some pansy ass bitch like Luke was. You’ll listen to me because I’m seniority here. Got it?”

Ned felt his eyes roll. “Maybe if you could actually win a match when we needed it, I’d consider it.” Ned said. But Ned didn’t say it. He could see his mouth moving in the mirror and feel the words vibrating in his throat. And even though it sounded like Ned with a slightly deeper more commanding tone.

The guy looked stunned. Then pissed. “Really bitch?” he stomped forward. “You think just cause you’re new here I’m going to take it easy on you? What’s your name bitch?”

“Ned,” Ned replied. He was screaming in his head, but it came out with a calm and cool confidence. “Why don’t you prove that you’re worth listening to?”

Anger turned into rage. “FINE! One round. Loser has to do whatever the winner says! And don’t think those showy muscles you got are going to do much of anything. You need real talent to do anything against me.”

“Talent?” Ned scoffed.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ Ned was screaming inside his head as his body readied itself to wrestle this other guy. He didn’t understand what was going on or why his body was doing this.

‘Calm down,’ he heard Coach Stafford’s voice in his head. ‘You’re distracting me… It’s annoying. Just calm down and go along with it. I don’t need you fuckin’ this up. Got it?’

Ned went quiet. He didn’t understand it, but if Coach Stafford was still around, that meant at least, in some sort of nebulous way, something made sense.

It was Ned’s body that set itself up in front of the other wrestler. Even though he’d never done anything in his life like this, his body took on perfect form. One of the other guys watching counted down. On one, the other wrestler charged.

“Asshole…” Ned grunted.

The wrestler just smirked. He had grabbed a hold of Ned’s body. But Ned’s leg had made its way behind the wrestler’s body. It swept the wrestler’s leg out and the two fell to the ground Ned quickly recovered and went for the pin. The wrestler struggled as much as he could, but the sheer strength in Ned’s body made that completely useless.

The two lackies reluctantly began to count. They waited as long as they possibly could, but Ned was declared the victor.

“Fucker,” the wrestler growled. “Two out of three.”

“God damn you’re a little bitch. Do you really think that another round is going to turn out differently? Or is it that you just loved feeling my body on top of yours?” Ned smirked. He raised a bicep and flexed it showing off. “I mean I wouldn’t mind getting on top of you again.” The strain in the singlet only grew as more blood pumped into his dick. It looked like a full blackjack club was running down his left leg.

The wrestler flexed. His anger was still raging. “Whatever asshole.”

“Oh! One more thing,” Ned said. “Kiss it.”

“WHAT?!” the wrestler roared.

“Kiss it,” Ned positioned his massive dick forward. “You said I could make you do whatever I wanted. Right? Or are you that much of a loser bitch that you can’t even keep up on that? Or maybe it’s not enough… Do you want to suck me off? Or feel it deep inside your asshole?”

The devilish smirk on Ned’s face only pissed the wrestler off even more. But that was the deal. He dropped to his knees and gave Ned’s massive slong a kiss. “Fuck you…” the wrestler cursed as he went to leave again.

‘Phew…’ Coach Stafford’s voice rang inside of Ned’s head. ‘What an asshole. Am I right?’

‘But what just happened?’ Ned question.

‘Hmm? Oh. I just took over your body. Sorry about that. It’s just Luke graduated and was going to start his new job that I needed someone new to take his place. Hope you don’t mind. After a little while when you start learning how to wrestle, I’ll let the training wheels off. Alright?’

Ned felt as though he had control over his body again. The amount of power that he could feel in his arms felt unbelievable. Even just standing there he felt like he could lift the world. He flexed and watched as different muscles on his body bulged and shifted. ‘Yeah… I don’t mind…’ he smiled.

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A Run around the Track

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“C’mon Rob! You keep complaining how coach wants you bigger. I think I have the solution!” Alex said in an overly chipper voice.

“You were just supposed to help me study,” Rob growled at his tutor. He didn’t understand why Alex would have wanted to meet him around the college track. But it quickly started to make sense. “Or are you just trying to get a chance to watch me workout?”

Alex’s tilted his head with a devious smile. “No…” He lied. Both of them knew it. Alex had been watching Rob like a hawk every single time they were would go to the library. His eyes would trace Rob’s body every chance that they got. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you even get this stuff?” The container wasn’t labeled, and it looked like a generic protein powder.

“Online. Everyone who reviewed it said it had amazing results!” Alex answered. He was already scooping the powder into a shaker bottle. Then added water to it. The substance dissolved instantly, making it look like it was just water again. Alex stuck out his arm. “Here!”

Rob stared at it skeptically. “Is it safe?”

Alex shrugged.

“YOU DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!?” Rob shouted. A few people walking the track looked over at them. Rob slapped his face. “You have to be kidding me…”

“I don’t know… How bad could it be?” Alex said. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get a protein powder that doesn’t do anything? Isn’t that normal?” He shook the bottle. “Come on… People said they see results after a few minutes.”

“Fine…” Rob snatched the shaker bottle out of Alex’s hand. He was tired of Coach Albarn saying he wasn’t putting enough effort out on the field. Like Alex said, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ Rob downed the drink.

Alex stared at him skeptically. “Anything yet?” Rob shook his head no. “I think they said that you have to build up a little bit of a sweat…”

“If this doesn’t work,” Rob stuck a finger in Alex’s face, “you’re doing all my homework. Got it?”

“Got it!” Alex squeaked.

Rob started off for a bit of a jog. It was just a standard warm up. However, even as he rounded the first bend of his first lap, he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow. His heart was beating faster and there was this odd sensation running through his body. Rob powered through. There was no way a something could work that fast.

Then there was this odd feeling with his shirt. ‘It’s just the sweat,’ Rob reasoned as it clung to his chest a little more than usual. He could really feel the wetness running down his chest and back. Whatever this was, really made him sweat. Even he could smell the musk wafting off of him as he ran.

As he rounded the second bend, now his shoes were feeling tight. ‘There’s no way…’ Rob thought to himself. Had he really been growing? It didn’t make sense. Maybe a rock just got into his shoe or maybe he accidently picked up the wrong pair or one of his friends was playing a prank on him.

Rob finished his jog in front of Alex. “How’s that?” Alex didn’t answer. His mouth just hung open in shock. “What?”

“You—you got bigger…” Alex stammered.

“Huh?” Rob looked down at him in confusion. There was no way. That was barely even a few minutes of light jogging. It didn’t make sense, though as he looked down at Alex, there was a clear noticeable difference. At 6’1” he’d always been a bit taller than the other man, but now Alex barely came past his shoulders. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Alex cheered. He clearly loved looking at the bigger jock right now. There was so much more to gawk at. Now Rob’s shirt was starting to rise up and show off the bottom layer of his abs. His biceps looked so swollen that he would have a hard time finding anything that had sleeves. He’d probably have to get custom made pants to properly fit his enormous, but perfectly sculpted ass.  

“This is--!” Rob let out a grunt. His body seemed to have collapsed in on itself. Every muscle was flexing.

“Rob?” Alex asked.

Rob couldn’t respond. Only grunts came out of him as he felt his heart absolutely racing. Each and everyone of his muscles felt as though they were on fire. It was all at once too. He clenched his chest. Veins bulged out of his skin. And he started to grow.

It was a sudden burst of power flowing through him. His athletic body was rapidly doubling in size. Muscles grew at an unprecedented rate as he writhed under the weird feeling. The sleeveless shirt didn’t stand a chance. His widening back and chest ballooning out in front of him made the XL sized shirt look almost kid sized. It was the same with his shoes as his toes pushed out of them. Then crushed the remnants of the shoe’s soles.

“F-uck… F-uck…” Rob panted as he slowly regained control over his body. He looked down at his massive mitts for hands. Then quickly realized just how much further down the ground was from him. Getting a look at Alex, the other man barely came above his waist.

“R-Rob?” Alex stammered. “How are you feeling?”

Rob huffed out a few more deep breaths. A new emotion was emerging. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t answer Alex. Instead, he picked up the small man by the collar and started carrying him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it’d make you this big! I thought it’d just make you a little bit bigger!” Alex squirmed in the giant’s grasp.

Still, Rob didn’t say anything. He ducked under the doors and went into the empty locker room. He held Alex up against the wall. Then kissed him. Once the confusion disappeared, Alex was happy to reciprocate. Their tongues wrestled as Rob held Alex up against the wall.

Alex’s hands happily roamed around the unbelievably hard muscles of the hulking giant. He squeezed Rob’s pecs and traced the outlines of his hard muscles. All the while, Rob’s hands were quickly finding their way into Alex’s shorts. A finger popped into Alex’s asshole.

“Ahhhhh…” Alex moaned as he broke off from the kiss.

“You like that?” Rob moaned. His finger continued to wiggle around, tickling the other man’s insides. “Huh? You like making me into this big hulking monster?” Alex couldn’t respond. His mind was all over the place in a lustful haze. His little hands squeezed against Rob’s body for support before finally giving up.

Alex’s body jerked. A wet stain started to form in his underwear and bleed through to his shorts. He rested his head on the massive chest before him, taking in all of the other man’s musk.

Rob let out a frustrated grunt as he set Alex back down. The little guy continued to cling to him. His body rubbed up against the massive cock still straining Rob’s shorts. Alex took his own initiative as he lowered the hulking man’s shorts.

“At least no one can say you aren’t big enough…” he smirked as he used both his hands to properly jerk off his giant.

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The Ring of Change series is super fuckin hot. I can't wait to see what else Alex does. I like the idea that Mr Johnson is a recurring character who is living the most opulent manly life thanks to Alex's desires. He oddly hasn't used it on himself directly, he has just made giant beefy men. I'd love to read more and I love your other stuff too, keep up the good work!

Thanks! And yeah, I hadn't really thought about changing Alex too too much, but I might a bit. Most of my ideas focused more around changing the people in Mr. Johnson's life and then Alex taking advantage of the changes that he made. Though, maybe I'll think about it a bit more.

It might be a bit as I had a couple of Chronivac stories I came up with and might finish those first. Hopefully that's not a problem. 😅😅

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Playing Coach

“Wait a second Mr. Carson,” William said.

“For the last God damn time, it’s Coach Carson!” Coach Carson snapped back.

“Right! Yes! Sorry sir!” William squirmed under pressure of the other man.

Coach Carson hated little nerdy guys like this. They were always so weak and passive. He just wished they would actually act like men. But he also couldn’t have his players be dumb. Too many of the guys on the team were failing and there was no way he could add another one like that to his roster. He glared, causing William to stand up straight again.

“Well,” Coach Carson demanded.

“Right! Sorry!” William apologized for nothing again. “It’s just that I’m having second thoughts.”

Coach Carson sighed. “Second thoughts? Really,” his eyes narrowed to a piercing glare that made the smaller man shiver. “Really? You enjoy being weak? A complete and total push over?” He added a poke to William’s chest, nearly knocking the poor boy over. “I’ve been coaching this damned college team for nearly a decade. And every time I see a weak pathetic excuse for a man like you, it just pisses me off. All I’m doing is giving you a chance. A chance to be better than you are. And you’re giving that up?” William’s eyes shot to the floor. “WELL!” Coach Carson shouted. His deep voice reverberated off the empty locker room.

“N-no sir!” William chanted back.

“Good man,” Coach Carson gently ran his hand through William’s hair. He wanted to reward that sort of behavior. “Now then…” he paced back over to his desk and grabbed his phone. A few weeks prior one of his former students had sent him the most curious of apps. Coach Carson didn’t exactly know what it was, but the promises were out of this world. He was still a bit nervous about using it to its fullest, but did test it out on a few of his players when they weren’t paying attention. A lot of them had been besting their peak lifts along with being able to make quite a few catches and tackles they weren’t normally able to. Not to mention how the other team would fumble quite a bit more as well.

Coach Carson snickered at his little changes that he had made. Those last few games were supposed to be some of the hardest in the season, yet he came out looking like an absolute champ. Now, he needed to know if he could do more. He chose William almost at random. But he needed to be able to test the upper limits of the device. If he could get a loser like William onto his team, then there was no telling what he could actually do to his team.

“Ready?” Coach Carson asked as he was typing into his phone. He was making the weakling into a 6’6” linebacker but an absolute stud of a man. He wanted as much of a change as he could possibly get.

“Re-ready,” William nodded. The wild smile that Coach Carson gave only made William all the more nervous. Suddenly his heart was beating even faster than it already had. A dull soreness was rushing through his body. “C-coach,” William looked toward the other man for support. He didn’t know what was going on. His body squirmed as the feeling inside him only grew.

Looking down at his hands, William’s eyes went wide. Thick veins bulged out of the back of his hand, but there was this weird pulsing sensation. With each pulse, they were growing bigger. Fingers that had been long and thin were growing wide and thick. He could feel the callouses forming underneath his palms as the rest of his hand grew wider.

William squeaked out a scream as the growth continued up his forearms. What had been thin and spindly quickly doubled in size as strength and size quickly added to them. It was the same with his biceps and triceps as the sleeves of his shirt ripped off of his body. The fabric didn’t even stand a chance as his arms would have been tight in an XL shirt compared to the medium size that he had been wearing.

The rest of his shirt was quickly torn to shreds as thick meaty pecs ballooned out of his chest. The two heavy muscles blocked his view of his lower body. He couldn’t see thick abs develop over his torso nor could he watch as his lats push his arms away from his body. With how wide his shoulders had gotten, doors were now a bit of a problem for him.

William clenched his teeth as he fell against a wall of the coach’s office. He’d suddenly become top heavy, though the tightness in his pants was also becoming unbearable. His quads were struggling against the strong fabric of his jeans. They were slowly winning out as more of the seams started to break away from each other. More and more muscle added onto his quads and ass making his lower half just as big and intimidating as his upper half.

“C-coach?” William stammered out as the residual effects of the growth started to taper off. His limbs and spine were still lengthening to it’s full 6’6” height and his shoes had just lost their battle with his feet as his toes toe through the front of his shoes and crushed what remained. Only his underwear stayed, and even that was stretched to it’s absolute limit against his hips.

Coach Carson let out an angry sigh as he stared at the behemoth in front of him. Even though William had over doubled in size, he still had that same whiney scared attitude about him. The way he stood made it almost look like he was too afraid of his arms touching his delts. “At least most of it worked,” he grumbled. “I’m going to change one more thing. Alright?”

“O-okay,” William looked around nervously, trying to get used to his new height. Then a strange surge rocketed through him. Nothing about him changed physically, but William could feel something different about him. He felt his body stand up straighter and with his shoulders back. “What the hell?” a deep booming voice erupted from him. “Woah! The fuck?” he laughed stupidly hearing the new him still talking. Confidence and pride over his body took over the fear he’d had just moments before. William naturally flexed his huge bicep, gripping the watermelon sized arm and feeling it’s unbelievable strength within it.

“Better?” Coach Carson asked. He wandered over to really get a good look at the man he’d just created.

“I’d say so,” William bragged, flexing his new muscles again. “Though… I’d change one thing,” within an instant, he snatched the phone out of Coach Carson’s hand and placed his massive hand on the other man’s head. Then outstretched his arm.

“HEY!” Coach Carson’s voice boomed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” He struggled to try to reach his phone, but William easily held the other man at bay. Something Coach Carson had known well from growing up, but he was the one holding the nerd’s notebooks or playing cards.

“Well… Maybe more than one thing,” William corrected his previous statement.

Coach Carson could already feel the changes happening to his body. The palm on his head was getting bigger and pointed more down at him. He could feel his body shrinking. The XL shirt that hugged tightly against his firm belly was rapidly growing larger. His pants slid down his slender legs and he struggled to hold them up. The thick burly arms covered in hair receded into thin barren twigs.

Years of his life were rapidly disappearing from his life. He looked around as though there would be something in the office to remind him why he was here, but nothing looked familiar. He stared at his body, but that was changing as well. Whatever natural strength and bulk he had on him was disappearing. Instead, it was overly lean and scrawny.

“What’s going on…” Adrian Carson whined. He saw a mirror against the wall only it displayed a scrawny college kid with barely even an ounce of muscle. Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t place what it was. It was like he’d changed from something else. He held up his arm and tried to flex it in the polo that might have well been a dress on him.

William stepped in placing a thick arm around him. “What do you mean? It was you’re idea. You came in here and told me to call you coach. So, what do you want me to do Coach?”

“Oh! Right!” Adrian suddenly remembered something like that happening. “Go… Go sit on that couch.”

“Alright,” William did as he was told and sat on the leather couch. He spread his legs wide and his underwear wasn’t holding well to the pressure. It strained against his body and tore open, revealing his cock.

“Okay. You’ll be the pitcher, and I’ll be the catcher,” Adrian smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to his boyfriend. Along the way, he’d lost his shoes, pants and underwear. He wasn’t really sure why he was wearing the XXL polo, but didn’t really mind either. He was just happy to be alone with his boyfriend. And loved that his small hand gently grasped at the thick pecs before him as he leaned in for a kiss.

William chuckled softly. “You know I’m more suited for football. Right?”

“Fine,” Adrian leaned in for the kiss again. “I’ll just be your receiver.”

“Better,” William smiled as he hugged the smaller man, forcing Adrian to straddle his legs. William’s cock bounced with joy at the surprised gasp that Adrian had made. Blood was rapidly flowing to his large member, engorging it. It gently poked at Adrian’s ass causing the small man to gasp again.

Adrian tried to act tough as he glared at the overly proud William. “You think you’re so clever…”

“No. I think you’re horny,” William smirked back. He gently ran his hand against Adrian’s four inches causing the man’s nails to dig into William’s skin. Adrian’s cock throbbed at the attention and leaked out onto the bigger man. A steady stream of pre dripped down onto William’s abs as his face burned bright red. “Now,” William continued, “let’s see if you can make it past the tip…”

William’s massive hands easily positioned Adrian above his cock. He slowly lowered the man straddling him onto the tip. Again, Adrian’s nails dug into William’s thick shoulders as he tried to hold on longer than the last time. His head went back in exaltation as the tip of William’s cock pushed inside him. The massive member might as well of split him open as more of it was pushed inside.

Adrian grit his teeth and groaned as he did everything in his power to hold on as long as he possibly could. Even ignoring William’s condescending, ‘Good job,’ as he made it past the tip and onto the rod. But Adrian was rapidly losing as more of the cock inserted into him. The pleasure was out of this world. His cock throbbed with delight as more and more of the man went into him.

It took everything Adrian had to hold on. But he was rapidly losing control of his breathing. And his body collapsed into the strong arms of William. “Struggling?” William taunted. Adrian wanted to say something witty back. His mind wouldn’t let him. All he could think about was his struggling cock as he tried to hold on just a little bit longer. Feeling the massive rod pound his insides was better with each thrust. His face burned red.

But it grew to be too much. He felt his cock jolt and his body flexed. Adrian’s hands grabbed onto whatever they could and squeezed with all their might as his cock released onto William’s abs and pecs. “At least you lasted longer than last time,” William complimented as he continued to use Adrian’s asshole as his personal toy. With a few more pumps he unloaded into the small man making him squeal in delight.

“Uh-huh,” Adrian curled up in William’s strong arms as they rested for a moment. Something in the back of his mind was still bugging him as he came down from the high. “But what about the rest of the team?”

“Don’t worry about them Coach,” William smiled. “I’ll make sure to take care of that…”

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Ring of Change: Home Improvements

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With Mr. Johnson being so busy at work, I was starting to get a few more jobs put onto my plate. Not that I was complaining as he was happy to reward me with my extra diligence. With the extra time I was spending with him out of the office, he’d given me a key to his place. However, it was also because he needed me to let in the contractors who were currently working on his basement.

I spun the ring, still around my finger. I couldn’t believe how much it had changed, yet everything still felt completely normal. Even though I knew it was wrong, whenever I would try to imagine what had been, that would feel as though it was just in my imagination.

A knock on the door woke me out of my thoughts. “Right,” I sat up from the couch. “The contractor.” I went to the large wooden double doors and opened them. A large overweight man about my age, maybe a few years older, was on the other side. He was tall, with broad shoulders but had clearly gained a lot of weight over the last few years. Most likely keeping his football diet without the exercise routine.

“Hi, I’m Clayton,” he stretched his hand out for me to take.

“Alex,” I found it hard to contain my excitement with how big he was. There was a strong masculine energy hidden deep down in that rounded face of his. But the thick beard and forest of hair running up and down his arms gave him a rugged toughness not many men had lately. Though, I still had other ideas that I would want to try out on him.

“Alex?” Clayton tilted his head slightly. He rested the clipboard on his rotund belly as he looked over the paperwork.

“No. No,” I said quickly. “You have the right house. Mr. Johnson just wasn’t able to make it home yet. He has me run errands like this for him from time to time.” After I finished the statement, I started to wonder if that was the reason he’d told me to come over. Time paradoxes aside, I was still happy to do so. “It’s just a quote today. Right?”

“Right,” Clayton nodded. The clipboard went back to his side. “Mind showing me in?”

“Of course,” I moved to the side and then closed the door behind him. He put on some white booties, and I led him to the basement. Just like the rest of Mr. Johnson’s house, it was large and open. A full living room along with a TV and what had to be hundreds of movies that he’d never even watched lined one of the walls. A full bar with stools, glasses and an entire wall of alcohol was just a little bit past that. There was even a pool table, foosball table and a punching machine that he’d actually gotten into using since the transformation.

Clayton’s eyes couldn’t help but wander. Not that I blamed him. Houses like this were always impossible to not want to gawk at the opulent wealth. This entire basement was larger than my apartment. I didn’t even have a wall big enough to put Mr. Johnson’s TV against.

“This way,” I said. Clayton’s eyes snapped to me as he waddled over to the back room. “Mr. Johnson said that there was a leak with a window back here. He just needs the window to be fixed.” I paused. Thinking about it a bit more. This was just a storage room right now. Technically I could make it whatever I wanted and Mr. Johnson would be none the wiser. “After the window is fixed, he’s going to turn it into a gym.”

“Oh? I don’t know if he mentioned that on the phone,” Clayton said. “I’ll go ahead and get some measurements for the whole space then. And he can call back if he wants us to do more.”

Part of me started to worry that it didn’t work. I didn’t know if there were more rules or if someone like Clayton really wouldn’t have been informed about something like that. I spun the ring around my finger. Then pushed forward. “I guess this would be something you’d specialize in, because you go to the gym a lot.”

“Hmm?” Clayton looked up from his measurer. “I guess. But it’s mostly just for work. I haven’t been there to work out in a while.”

Somehow, I’d screwed up. I huffed a bit out of anger. Then realized my mistake. “What do you consider to be while? A day or two.” I answered my own question, hoping that it would work. To my excitement it did as his hefty body started to tone ever so slightly. Muscle mixed with fat making his body far more imposing. His rotund belly tightened up and pulled backwards. It still pushed at his shirt, but now his heavy pecs were doing some of the work as well.

“Something like that,” Clayton laughed. His much tauter belly still bounced as he did so.

“People must think your addicted because you go four or five times a week,” I said, trying to make it sound like a statement as much as possible.

“Sometimes,” he laughed again. Then threw up his arm. The muscle was molding itself into something a bit bigger than it had been. The fat tightened more against his much harder bicep. “But can you argue with the results?”

“I can’t. And I’m sure all your male fans love it too,” I started pushing the conversation about his body harder. He looked shocked for a second. But I quickly made it normal. “Don’t act so surprised. They love your photos and you love them fawning over you and your body.”

A cocky grin appeared on Clayton’s face as he lightly flexed his arm. Muscle was rapidly overtaking the fat. Yet, none of the size of his arm disappeared. Instead, his skin just tightened around his muscle as thick veins started to bulge out. The amount of blood rushing through his body to consistently maintain oxygen to his muscles must have increased substantially. Though, I was more surprised as to all the hair that had been covering his body disappeared. The thick forest of hair running along his arms was gone, and his beard had trimmed closer to his angular jaw. I stared dumbfoundedly as he continued to stress the sleeves of his shirt with his new muscles.

“I guess you’re right,” Clayton bragged. He flashed me a wink and my face burned red.

Words were caught in my throat. I still wasn’t used to getting attention from guys like this. Each time he’d turn or bend over, I’d get a new glimpse of his hard-earned muscles. Even though he’d only had them for a few minutes, they had been earned over decades in the gym. “You—You…” I gasped trying to get the sentence out. “You like it when guys flirt with you.” I paused making sure it was a complete thought. “Right?”

Another cocky smile flashed on his face as he stood up after measuring something. “I guess you could say that.”

“That must be why you’ve been hard since you’ve come inside,” I quickly added. His smile didn’t falter. Only his eyebrows raised as though he was to say, ‘you just now noticed?’ He started to break the distance between us. The small room we were in suddenly felt so much smaller. “You’ve been thinking about all the ways you want to fuck me.”

Clayton nodded. “I have…” His big hands gripped my wrists and then pinned me against the wall. He leaned in. His beard brushed against my bare face. The hair tickled against my skin as he leaned in to kiss me. My mouth naturally accepted it. His tongue wrestled against mine. I writhed under his control.

Then it stopped. I leaned in, only to be rejected as he spun my body around. His thick hands ran down my sides and then undid the button on my jeans. It was barely even a thought before my pants and underwear were around my ankles and his tongue was in my ass.

I gasped. “Oh fuck…” I moaned. “You’re so good at this…” It was just a natural response but suddenly the way his tongue moved was far better than it had been. Suddenly, he knew all the most sensitive spots of my insides and could lick them accordingly. Thoughts were getting harder. My hands clawed at the wall for support, digging into the plaster as much as they could. I was barely able to get the next sentence out. “Every woman you’ve been with is so impressed because you’ve practiced with at least ten times as many men.”

Clayton laughed. “Are you jealous?” he whispered into my ear, biting it lightly. His hairy face nuzzled against my neck as the tip of his cock pressed up against my asshole.

I gasped again. “It’s so big…” I muttered. Suddenly, the average sized cock grew in size. The mushroom tip was bigger, pressing against my sensitive hole.

“Think you can take it?”

I nodded.

“Good man,” he whispered. His kisses continued as his cock pushed harder against me. Slowly the thick rod dug into me. I gasped. Clayton chuckled. “Too big?”

“No…” I breathed as more of his dick entered inside of me. “It fits perfectly.” My asshole held his cock not too tightly, but not too loosely.

Clayton chuckled again as he started thrusting inside me. One of his big hands had found it’s way under my shirt and was clawing gently against my bare skin while his other was holding me tightly in a hug. His warm breath graced my neck as his speed increased. The hug tightened as his moans grew louder. Each thrust he was losing just a little bit more control of himself. His breathing grew haggard. Then he squeezed my body hard.

I felt him finish inside me. “F-fuck,” he winced as his cock slowly started to soften.

“Upset that it’s over,” I made sure to make it into a statement instead of a question.

Clayton pulled out. His cock was shrinking ever so slightly. Apparently he shaved all over as there weren’t any pubes of hair on his thick quads either. “Little bit,” he muttered.

“Don’t worry,” I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “There will be a next time. And maybe I can show you a thing or two.”

“I don’t know what you could show me,” Clayton had a cocky confidence as he said it.

“A few things,” I grabbed his exposed ass.

He winced. “Don’t know about that bud.”

“You’ll make an exception for me,” I said.

The worry turned right back to his cocky nature. “Will I?” he tried to act all confident again. Though, he wasn’t fighting off my fingers as they drew a ring around his hole.

“You will,” I smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

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Ring of Change: Higher Ups

“So glad you could come over,” Mr. Johnson said. I was only helping my boss because I wanted to be put on some bigger projects. If that meant helping him clean out his attic, I was going to clean out his attic. I followed him up the stairs of his large house and he pulled down a sting that dropped a ladder to the attic. “Right this way.”

I nodded as I followed him up into the enclosed space. Though, it wasn’t nearly as small as I thought it was going to be. I could stand up at my full height and Mr. Johnson could almost as well. He was always a pretty big guy and could easily command a room with just his size. People would often stand up whenever he walked by just to show their respect.

“We’re just going to get rid of everything. Alright?” Mr. Johnson said. “Find something you like. You can keep it. I just don’t want anything up here anymore.”

I nodded and went for my first box. The bottom came undone and all the contents dropped out of it. Mr. Johnson looked over at me. “Sorry,” I apologized.

“It’s fine. Don’t know how old all this stuff is any ways…” he said as he grabbed a different box.

Putting the box to the side, I started to go through the contents. There were several old looking photos of what had to be his father. Maybe even grandfather. But all I could think was that he was an incredibly handsome man. I picked up the photo to put back in the box, but a gold ring fell out of the back. “Are you sure you want to get rid of everything?” I held up the gold band.

“Everything,” Mr. Johnson scoffed. “Don’t give a shit about any of it.”

“Alright,” I said. Then tried putting the ring on my finger. It was huge. Easily built for a man with a hand that could have been twice my size. Even around my thumb, it still hung loose.

“Find something you like?” Mr. Johnson asked. A bit of annoyance was in his voice as I was too distracted from the rest of the box.

“Uhh… Yeah,” I held up my hand with the ring dangling loosely around my ring finger. “Found this ring. It fits perfectly,” I joked. However, as I finished the sentence, I felt the band tighten around my finger. I stared blankly at it as I knew that it hadn’t fit even just moments before.

“Well, like I said, you can keep it if you want,” Mr. Johnson hefted up a box and then headed for the ladder back to his second floor. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” I said. My hands naturally went back to putting the items back into the box. Not because I wanted to, rather there was an almost compulsion to do so. ‘What the hell?’ I thought as I wasn’t even looking at the items any more. My natural curiosity seemed to have been overridden as I continued to pack the things away. “I’ll take as long as I want.”

Instantly, that magical pull stopped. I was able to move at my own pace again and I looked at the item in my hand. “So weird…” I muttered as I looked down at my hand. Something about the ring was stimulating the back of my mind. It was like it was calling out to me. I felt this weird pull to say something else.

“Mr. Johnson invited me personally to help him clean out his attic because he’s noticed how hard of a worker I am,” I said. A tingle in my brain activated a new memory that I hadn’t had. What had been a general email to the company, was now a personal invitation of Mr. Johnson coming to my cubical and asking me to help him out. “Woah…”

Mr. Johnson came back up and sighed. “Alex, I invited you over because I thought you wouldn’t dillydally all day. Don’t make me feel like I made a mistake.”

“Right. Sorry,” I said. I went back to packing up the box and picked it up. Mr. Johnson went down the ladder with a different box first. “How old are you?” it was an awkward question, I knew it, but I really needed to test something.

I could almost hear him scoff at the question as well. “63 next month.”

“You’ll be 43?! Wow! You sure have accomplished a lot,” I said.

He didn’t correct me. Instead, I noticed that his body was starting to change. Each second he seemed to be turning back the clock by nearly five or six months. Hair started to grow back on top of his head, even though it was cropped short. It turned from white to blond. Mr. Johnson stood a bit straighter as muscle returned to his aging body. His shoulders broadened and waist thinned.

He laughed, with just a bit of arrogance. “I suppose so.” Mr. Johnson added as he placed the box down by the front door. “Plenty of hard work. And knowing when to kiss ass.” He smiled and winked at me. I couldn’t believe how handsome his face was. Even when he was 63, there was this masculine strength to it, but without any of the wrinkles that naturally came with age, he looked so much more powerful.

“That must be why you like me so much,” I quipped back. Memories of my internship with the company flooded in of me working late with him and making sure to get everything the older man could possibly ever need. He’d come to depend on me.

“Don’t push it,” Mr. Johnson smirked. The formalness between us had dissipated as his hand rested on my shoulder for a second.

But I was going to. Something about this ring was changing everything. “I’m just surprised you always had time to work out. It seemed like you made sure to get a workout no matter how late we worked.”

“Yeah?” Mr. Johnson looked over his shoulder at me. The shirt he wore tightened against his growing muscles. His arms completely filled the sleeves while beefy pecs pushed hard against the supercharged cotton. “You noticed?”

“Of course. It’s a lot easier to notice when you’re not wearing a shirt,” I said. The covering disappeared, showing off his masculine body. “Is that because I’m helping you out or because I’ve done a lot more than just kiss your ass in the office?” The ring knew exactly what I was implying as those late nights at the office changed from only business to also some pleasure. I had the distinct taste of his meaty cock in my mouth.

Mr. Johnson’s confidence didn’t waver in the slightest as he smirked at me. “Well, you’re far better than that secretary I hired…”

I felt myself blush. Hearing the compliment from the deep, authoritative voice of my boss sent a shiver through me. A sudden worry that I was going too far rushed inside my head. But blood was rushing into my cock even faster. Especially as he stood next to me. Mr. Johnson was always a bit bigger than me. His former college football status made that readily apparent. But now I felt absolutely miniscule next to him. His wide shoulders and thick muscles made him look so much more appealing.

His hand gently rested on my shoulder. “How about we take a break. Eh?” he smirked.

“S-sure,” I nodded, suddenly feeling the difference between us.

Without another word, Mr. Johnson bent down and threw me over his shoulder. “Glad you feel the same.” He lifted me up and then carried me off to the spare bedroom. Despite never being here before, it felt oddly familiar. I could feel the memories wriggling into my brain as I realized just how many times I’d been there before.

Mr. Johnson tossed me onto the bed. My belly hit the mattress and he crawled up on top of me. The weight of his body held me down as his hands removed my clothing. He had nimble fingers, despite them being so large. I squirmed, suddenly aware of my nudity. And even more aware of his as his warm body braced against mine.

He squirted some lube onto his hand and massaged it onto his dick. Then stuck one of his fingers up into my asshole. I let out a gasp as I felt him tickle my insides. His big hand palmed the back of my head into the pillow as I continued to squirm underneath him.

“Awfully riley today, hmm?” Mr. Johnson taunted as his dick pressed up against my hole. I let out another gasp into the pillow. My sphincter twitched with excitement as I felt the head of his cock push a little bit more inside.

‘Oh fuck...’ I wanted to moan, but my face was buried in the pillow and only muffled sounds came out. He gave a self-satisfied laugh as my hands gripped onto the sheets of the bed even tighter. My body continued to writhe underneath his straddled position as more of his cock lowered into my asshole.

His grip tightened around my head as more of his weight rested onto my back. “I’m so glad you came over. I have so much I need to unload,” Mr. Johnson chuckled as he whispered into my ear. He kissed at my neck. The light bristles of his beard brushed against my sensitive skin.

Still, he was coming close. His kisses were becoming more erratic and breathing more haggard. With each thrust he let out a deep grunt. “Fuck,” he cursed into my ear. His grip tightened around the back of my head and I could feel his dick pulse. Then released inside of me.

I let out another gasp as I felt myself do the same. The sudden change of his weight as it softly rested on top of me was just too much for me to handle. He laid there a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before rolling to the side and holding me in for a hug. “I love it when you come over…” he whispered in my ear.

“Me too…” I mumbled out. “You’re so good at showing me a good time…”

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New Year for Growth

“Why not try this?” Kyle asked Eric. “I made it for someone else but I don’t know where they went.”

Eric stared at the protein shake with a bit of skepticism. He’d been coming to this gym for over a decade now and barely ever tried something new. He’d found that his banana protein shakes were best at keeping his trim muscular physique a lot better than anything else. And why try to fix something that wasn’t broken?

“On the house,” Kyle pressured. “It’s just going in the trash otherwise.”

Eric bounced the idea back and forth. Free was always nice. “Sure. Why not? New year, new me. Eh?” he smiled, taking the shake from the gym employee.

“Exactly,” Kyle said. “Enjoy your workout.”

“Will do,” Eric waved back at him. He took a sip of the protein shake and was surprised at how good it tasted. Somehow it was sweet, but not overpowering, and the thickness added a nice texture as he felt it rolled down his throat. If he had one complaint, it was that it felt a little bit heavy, but why not try it again on one of his cheat days?

Eric had always been a pretty standard gym bro. He always wore his sleeveless shirts to show off his thick muscular arms and every shirt that he wore seemed to strain against his chest. But every time he could get away without one, he’d happily show off his abs. Even as he passed 30, he was able to keep them pretty well in check. That was more due to his strict diet and keeping it even back when he was in college. Sure, he’d enjoy himself on weekends. With a body like his, there was no reason not to.

Even as he walked away from the ‘Protein Shack’ he could see people’s eyes following him. Eric loved the attention. He loved when people would stare. It was like they could never get enough. Sometimes he’d even show off a bit, just see their reaction. His lean muscular form always looked so much better in the bright lights of the gym. Shadows would deepen making his biceps pop even more than they already did.

Eric took another swig of his protein shake and then started his workout. However, something seemed off. He’d felt like he’d hit a bit of a plateau a while ago, only being able to go up in weight very slowly as he reached his current max. So, on normal gym days he’d go for higher reps with lower weights. Yet, these lower weights felt like almost nothing. It was almost like he was all the way down at the end of the rack where all the noobies would start.

He set down the weights, rechecking to make sure it was his normal 50’s. Then went up. The 55’s were still the same. Even 60’s didn’t feel like that much of a struggle. Eric pushed through, thinking that he still just needed to go through his workout. And that maybe he’d have another reason to try the new shake. He took another drink.

Then paused.

Something had to be wrong with the mirror. He got closer to see his face. Hair was starting to sprout around his chin and up the sides of his face. It surrounded his mouth and his pretty boy blond hair turned black. Even the hair on his head was turning into the same color.

“What the hell?!” Eric looked down at his body as more dark hair started sprouting out of the back of his hands and ran up his forearms. Stranger still was just how swollen his hands looked. They looked to have a more rugged appearance. His fingers were growing thickened and being covered in hair. It was the same with his forearms. They were growing. His entire body was getting bigger.

Eric cut his workout short as he rushed back into the locker room. He stumbled over the new weight that was rapidly adding onto his frame. His legs were growing closer together as thick meaty thighs filled in his cut quads. He wasn’t used to them rubbing so much together. Nor was he used to seeing his sleeveless shirt start to ride up against a growing belly. He instantly took it off, regretting it as saw his cut six pack turn into a beefy stomach.

His massive hands gently ran his hands across it, giving it a tight grip. “Oh God!” he cried out. A mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as he looked at what he was turning into. “I’m—I’m—I’m—”

“Perfect!” Kyle said.

He appeared out of nowhere and quickly invaded Eric’s space. His smaller hands gently parsed through the thick hair coating Eric’s round belly. Eric felt a warm tingle run through him as his thick arm naturally went around Kyle’s body. “Oh God…” he moaned. Blood was filling his cock and making it near impossible for him to think. Every part that Kyle touched just felt so sensitive. He couldn’t help but moan deeply as the other man pressed his face deep into his hairy armpit and give it a powerful sniff.

“But what’s happening…” Eric barely asked through the haze of his sexual arousal.

Kyle let out a bit of a huff as his hands continued to rub the large tummy in front and thick ass from behind. “Well…” he pressed his body completely up against Eric’s. “It’s just that you were looking so down. You work so hard all the time and then show off. But then the smile would fade and you would just try harder for less of a reward. And I just wanted you to be more content.”

“But… But… But…” Eric stammered.

Kyle leaned in from under his arm and gently rubbed his bigger pec. “But how do you feel?”

“Full…” Eric answered. Dieting and cutting were always so hard to do as his body would have to stay in a constant state of hunger if he really wanted his abs to show. But now he was a big bear of a man. He could feel the odd satisfaction of finishing a full meal that wasn’t just chicken breast and rice and resting after it.

“Exactly,” Kyle said. He kissed the large belly in front of him. But the kisses continued downward as his hands gripped Eric’s shorts.

It wasn’t until Eric felt his hard cock slap against his belly that he realized what Kyle was doing. “Wa-ait!”

Kyle only paused for a brief moment as he looked over the bear’s hairy stomach. “Something for you and something for me,” he said as he opened his mouth and slid the hard cock inside him.

Eric’s knees went weak. His big hand instantly reached out to grab onto the top of Kyle’s head as he felt the other man suck on his cock. Just feeling that wet slippery tongue slide around and lick his member drew out another heavy moan from the big guy. He couldn’t help it. It felt so good. Better than he’d ever had before. His cock continued to throb.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out as he released. Even if he’d masturbated from time to time, this felt like he hadn’t done it for almost years. His mind practically shut down and restarted as he finished.

A haze held over him as he watched Kyle stand up. Something about the other man seemed a bit off, but through his daze, he couldn’t quite figure it out. “Sorry…” Eric said as he continued to stare. It was almost like the other guy was growing as well. His thinner muscles bulking up as though he was ready to go on stage in one of the heavier categories.

“It’s alright,” Kyle gave him a slap to the back. “You were so distracted that there was no way we’d finish without doing something about that,” his hand gently stroked Eric’s cock again, waking it up. “Oops…” he smiled.

“R-right,” Eric smiled awkwardly as he tried to force it back down by flexing his thick beefy arms. “But what about you?”

“I’m fine big guy,” Kyle gave him another tender slap. “Something for me and something for you.” He flexed his toned 20 inch arm happily. “Come on. Let’s go finish our workout.”

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Secret Santa

“Here,” Jeff put down a $20 bill. He’d been waiting in line long enough to buy the last of his Christmas presents and was willing to lose twenty bucks to make it go a bit faster. “Just take it.”

The big burly man turned around. “Are you sure? I know I have some money in here somewhere…” He continued struggling as he was looking through the massive coat covering his body. With how big and old of a guy he was it was clearly very hard for him to do so.

“Yes. Really. I’m fine,” Jeff replied.

“Wow! To think the Christmas cheer is still going around,” the man’s eyes grew big. “How could I ever repay you?”

“Think you could get me laid?” Jeff snarked.

“Is that what you want?”

Jeff felt himself choke at the suggestion. “God. No. Sorry. It was just a joke. I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” he somewhat apologized.

The man gave a strange laugh. “Of course.” He turned back to the cashier and paid the last of his bill, making sure to give the change to Jeff.

Jeff stuck it in his pockets as he walked away. “That was strange right?” he asked the cashier while she was bagging up his items.

“You’re the one who asked him to have sex with you…” there was a faint smile coming out of the corners of her lips as she said it.

Jeff felt a smile come out of him as well as he realized just how loud he must have said it. “Right…” he blushed a bit as he paid for his items.

Still, Jeff couldn’t help but feel a little weird as he drove home. Something about the guy seemed almost staged or like he was genuinely thinking about giving him his ‘wish.’ Twenty dollars was twenty dollars after all. But Jeff had only meant it as a joke. A bit of frustration he’d had since he’d not really had a date in the last couple of years and was really starting to feel out of it.

Eventually he got to his apartment. His roommate was on the couch playing video games in his Santa suit. He’d taken up one of those bell ringing jobs to make a little bit of extra money and with his extra weight, all he needed to do was put on the suit and he looked like a younger version of the myth. However, what he didn’t expect was the strong smell of freshly baked cookies. It filled the entire apartment and was all he could smell as he entered.

“You bake something?” Jeff asked.

“Nah,” Matt said, not looking away from his game. “A package came and that’s what was in it. There’s a note.”

Jeff went over to the box to see it was already opened with a few of the cookies missing. He found a note as he opened it. ‘Since I wasn’t you’re type, I figured I could get you something a bit better. Ho Ho Ho.’

“Huh?” Jeff flipped the card over a few more times to see if anything else was written on it. He quickly turned to Matt. “And you didn’t see who sent this?”

“It was on the mat when I got home,” Matt said. He paused the game and got up. “Really good fucking cookies. Like God damn,” he grabbed another and shoved it in his mouth. However, as he looked at Jeff, his eyes lingered. It was far longer than they ever had before.

“Wh-what?”

“Noth-ing,” Matt choked on the word. It sure as hell didn’t feel like nothing. “You know what these need? Some milk.” He walked to the kitchen and his large black boots clopped onto the wooden floor with each step.

Jeff chased after him. “Are you avoiding me?” He quickly asked, cornering the other man in the kitchen. Something was happening. Jeff could feel it. He just didn’t know what it was. The way that Matt had looked at him, something was definitely up.

“What? No…” Matt smiled. His cheeks turned a bit red, but stayed that way. He ran a hand through his hair. As he did so, the brown color stripped out of it, causing it to turn completely white. A strong hint of maturity quickly followed as the weight on his face disappeared and instead gave his rounded face a much sharper quality. The wild beard he’d been growing through October and November trimmed itself closer to his face only drawing the strong angles out of his chin even more. “Why would you say that?”

Jeff felt a tingle rung through him at the warm welcoming sound of Matt’s voice. There was a jolly feeling running through the words. “I don’t know…” Jeff could still feel it. Even though he didn’t consciously see Matt’s extra weight starting to pull tightly against his muscles. Or how those same muscles were growing far stronger.

He could just sense something was happening as he watched the white shirt his friend was wearing start to pull tighter to Matt’s chest. Thick biceps and well defined triceps were clung tightly against the sleeves while Matt’s wide shoulders that were shaped more like cannon balls filled them completely. His big belly was pulling in on itself making that the only part of his clothing remain loose. The suspenders were good enough to hold the oversized pants up.

“I just thought you might have one more package to deliver…” Jeff ran his finger down Matt’s firm chest, over his abs and grabbed at the other man’s cock.

“Ho. Ho. Ho!” Matt laughed as he’d been called out. The fear on his face had been replaced with grand holiday cheer as he grabbed Jeff by the waist. His large hands easily lifted the other man up and over his shoulder as though he were nothing more than a small sack of gifts. “Is someone trying to get on the naughty list?” Matt continued to tease as he walked to the bedroom. Then tossed him onto the bed.

“Maybe…” Jeff was able to sneak out. But Matt was quickly on top of him. His massively strong body easily pinned Jeff down to the bed as he kissed the smaller man. His beard gently scratched against Jeff’s smooth face as their mouths interlocked. The two’s tongues wrestled with each other but Jeff the sweet taste of peppermint and chocolate filled his mouth. His fingers intertwined with the large calloused hands of the other man. He squeezed with all his might as his cock throbbed in delight over the natural strength of the other man.

Even if Matt wasn’t exerting any power, Jeff could feel no matter how hard he squeezed it was nothing compared to the person on top of him. His back arched and he pulled out of the kiss and Jeff gasped for air.

“Oh, ho ho!” Matt teased. One of his fingers gently ran down the side of Jeff’s face. “I hope my present isn’t too much for you…”

Jeff shook his head, ‘no’, but his sex addled brain was making it hard to think about anything other than the jolly man on top of him. At some point his free hand had made its way underneath Matt’s shirt and was gingerly running his fingers through the forest of white hair underneath. He parsed through the hair feeling the strong abs and thick meaty pecs, gently squeezing the powerful muscles still hidden underneath the white shirt.

“That’s good to hear…” Matt slowly pulled away from Jeff’s grasp. He slid his hands down the small man’s body and undid the button on his pants. Jeff’s hard cock pointed to the ceiling and swung around. Before Jeff could react, he felt Matt’s lips spread over the tip and his mouth fully engulf his rod.

“HOLY--!” Jeff felt himself gasp as his hands gripped onto whatever they could get ahold of. Feeling the other man’s lips glide against his cock while his tongue wrapped around his rod was far better than he could have imagined. He fought off the wriggling and writhing as the joyous feeling ran through his entire body. He couldn’t help it as sheer bliss ran through him.

Even as one of Matt’s fingers slipped inside his asshole, it only turned him on more. The tickling of his prostate and insides was too much for him. He let out a gasp. Then another buck of his hips. And felt his balls release.

“Oh God!” Jeff cried out as he finished in Matt’s mouth. It took him a few seconds before he’d realized what had just happened and he looked down at Matt. “Sorry… Should have given you a bit more of a warning…”

Matt only smiled as he pulled out the softening cock from his mouth. “I told you I needed some milk.” He stood up and then undid the suspenders over his shoulders and let his pants fall to the ground. Jeff let out a gasp seeing the well defined legs but also the red and green stripped jock strap that was more stuffed than a stocking. “Besides. It’s my turn to deliver that package…”

He undid the jock and his cock sprang to life. At least 10 inches long and thick as a bundle of candy canes, it pointed directly at Jeff. Jeff felt his cock harden again, but the size was far larger than anything he’d ever taken before. His eyes went wide. But he felt one of Jeff’s hands grab him and easily flip him over. He pressed the tip against Jeff’s anus, letting some pre drip down into it.

“It’s okay…” Matt whispered as he nuzzled against the nape of Jeff’s neck. “I’m good at fitting into small spaces… It’s holiday magic.” He pressed the tip in. Jeff let out another gasp as his cock hardened all over again. It slapped against his stomach as more of Matt’s cock pushed inside.

“F-uck…” Jeff moaned as his motor functions gave way. He couldn’t think anymore as the warm hug from behind only made his mind go crazy. And feeling Matt gently nuzzle the soft nape of his neck with his white bristly beard was more comforting than he could have ever imagined. Even as the smell of sweat and sex filled the room, all Jeff could think about was that warm embrace and the powerful arms wrapped tightly around him.

He barely even noticed as Matt finished inside him or that he’d finished again, coating his bedsheets. But a powerful urge to sleep over swept the two men as Jeff finished. Out of the man came, “Merry Christmas…” and a sparkly blue magic emerged from his mouth. The two slept soundly as Matt gently cradled Jeff in his strong arms.

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Initiation

It was a bad day for Thomas. Well to say it was bad for him usually meant it was good for someone else. He had made his living at scamming people out of their money. Once enough people would pick up on what he was doing he’d quickly change addresses, identities and his whole past. No one was safe from him.

He would watch people on the street. Figure out who was an easy target. Usually it was someone not in a rush. And then just talk. Someone how knew all the right things to say to get him on their side. Even if they were completely uninterested he could still scam a free lunch off them. Then slip away before the person could even realize that he’d just been scammed. Thomas would purposefully wear something not too conspicuous. Made it all the more easy to blend in with the crowd. Today it was a casual suit. Something a little businessy but nothing too fancy. It gave him a look of authority to whatever he was talking about. If he ever needed a quick escape his average build made it even easier to blend in. He’d toss the jacket and enter the first store he saw.

But today was a little different. He spotted the lone coffee drinker at the local café and went to sit down. Conversation was easy even though the guy wouldn’t look up from his phone. Thomas ordered a coffee and sandwich trying to talk like they were old friends. The man wasn’t having it. He didn’t seem to even acknowledge Thomas’ presence. This was probably one of the first times Thomas had missed his mark.

“Well…” Thomas said getting up from his chair. He pushed it in to seem polite, “I’d best be going. Got places to be, you know?”

“Sit,” the man in the suit had such a commanding voice. Thomas paused holding onto the chair. “Sit.” He repeated. Somehow he’d sounded even more authoritative. Not loud just in control.

“Okay,” Thomas was still trying to maintain his carefree attitude. The one he’d always relied on to get out of situations like this. But for some reason he felt compelled to listen to the man. He pulled out the metal chair and sat back down.

“I take it you don’t recognize me. Not that you really should. I know you’ve scammed quite of few people out of house and home.” He took another sip from his coffee barely even glancing at Thomas. “And I’m here to stop you and your little entourage.” He pushed a pen and paper forward. “You’re going to write down everyone’s name and number that you worked with on this piece of paper.”

Thomas laughed. “You really think I’d do that? What because you know who I am? Plenty of people have given me veiled threats. You’re not the first.”

“But this isn’t a threat. It’s a command,” the man put his coffee down and gestured towards Thomas’ hand. Thomas was in fact writing the names, addresses and phone numbers of everyone he knew. “Feels good to listen to your authority. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Thomas responded quickly.

“Yes, sir,” the man corrected.

“Yes sir!” Thomas said with even more confidence. He shook his head realizing that he was supposed to be his own authority. “What’s going on? This can’t be happening.”

“But it is soldier. You’ve just been recruited. I’m here to make a real man out of you. Someone who protects and serves the public not dismantles it. Think you can handle it?”

“Yes, sir!” it came out with even more conviction. “I don’t… I don’t understand… What’s going on?” Thomas repeated the question. He could feel it getting harder to think about only looking out for himself. “I don’t get it.”

“Nothing to get soldier. You serve me now. Do what I say. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Thomas’ mind was drawing more of a blank. “No, sir. I mean no. I don’t get it what’s going on?” He was still trying to keep a grasp on himself.

“Well, you tried to trick someone you shouldn’t have. You know that old lady with that old jewelry that you ‘bought’? Probably not. See, lucky for you the woman you ‘bought’ the jewelry from is such a nice sweet old lady. Never suspected a thing. Thought what you gave her was real money and didn’t even notice the other missing stuff. Easy target.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Problem is she’s my mother. And I don’t deal well with people who steal from my mother. So all I needed to do was find one of you and give you a little experimental drug. Nothing too big.” He took another sip of his coffee. He turned upward with an evil gaze. “Understand?”

“Yes sir!” Thomas chanted. “It’ll never happen again, sir.” The man smiled watching Thomas try to fight his urges to fall under his command. “But what is this little experiment…” he wasn’t going to say it. Thomas was not going to say it. “Sir.” The collar of his shirt was starting to strain against his neck. He wanted to loosen it.

“Pretty simple. It makes you into a perfect little soldier for me. And it looks like phase one is done. Come along. You don’t want to be out here for phase two.” The man got up and led Thomas to an unmarked van. “Get in.”

Thomas instantly complied. He had no idea what was about to happen next. Suddenly his body keeled over. There was an intense pain in his stomach. “Fuck… What’s going on?” His entire body was starting to burn up. He felt so hot. “GRRRR…” he sounded like an animal. His clothes felt so tight on him. The buttons on his shirt started popping off. His chest was growing wider. He could feel the jacket on him tighten around his growing shoulders. The lithe athletic frame he’d built so many years expanding. Adding more muscle. More power to his body.

He could feel the amount of strength growing. His body was twisting on the floor trying to contain the new power. His pants grew painfully tight as his legs were bulging out of his black pants. The seams on the side just couldn’t hold on any longer as they wrapped tightly around his thighs. “AAAHHH!” he screamed his entire body flexed. Whatever remained of his clothes flew from his body onto the floor.

Slowly Thomas positioned himself in the van. He was far too tall to be able to stand. His head easily bumped against the ceiling. So he squatted only to find out his head also reached the floor. “Sir,” his voice was calm but confident. Ready to listen but ready to take control if needed. “I would like some clothes.”

“Sure thing soldier,” the man tossed him a pair of pants.

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New Year’s Resolutions

“How are you not ready yet!?” Zander shouted at his roommate Brad. “If I’d known you were going to take so long I would have let you in the bathroom first!”

“I’m almost done,” Brad shouted through the closed door. “I promise next year I’ll be better with my ‘time management’. Okay?” He was being snippy about it. Zander had been yelling at him to be more considerate of others time. If he was only a few minutes late, most people considered him early by his standards. They’d purposefully tell him an earlier time so he’d at least arrive close to the correct time.

“Is that a promise?” Zander shot back.

“It’s a resolution!”

Zander wanted to scream. He knew what Brad meant by resolution. Each year he’d make a new one and by January 1st he’d somehow already given up on it. Whether it was working out, eating better, or just having more confidence, Brad couldn’t keep to his resolutions. If anything it was more impressive at how little resolve he could actually have. “At least he’s consistent,” Zander huffed as he plopped down on the couch. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.

‘Hey bud, check out this app!’ Zander’s eyes were captivated by the link. He clicked it out of pure curiosity. The graphic popped up and he looked at the blank square telling him to type what he wanted to change.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he paused weighing his options. “I could just type something…” Zander was giving in to the temptation. ‘Even if it doesn’t work, it’s not like anyone would know,’ he reasoned with himself. His fingers started typing, ‘Brad keeps all his New Year’s resolutions to the best of his ability.’ Zander tossed his phone to the side of the couch realizing how stupid it was to ask a program to change his friend. He’d seen it firsthand. Brad just didn’t want to change.

However the bathroom door opened and someone stepped out. He was only wearing his underwear and a t-shirt. “Sorry babe. It’ll just be a few more minutes…”

‘Is that Brad?!’ Zander tried to close his mouth as he stared at the massive man crammed in the apartment bathroom. His arms had to be at least 20 inches and his chest pushed his shirt to the limit. His huge thighs forced him into a slight waddle as he went back into the bathroom. “B-Brad..?” Zander approached cautiously.

“What’s up babe?” he asked. The deep voice sent a shiver down Zander’s spine.

“How long have you been working out?”

Brad let out a laugh. “What? Why are you asking me that now?”

“Just wondering…”

“Okay,” he laughed again, “Probably since 9th grade. I made a resolution back then and it kind of just stuck. And then I kept making resolutions to get bigger. I know it’s dumb but I like to keep them.”

“Yeah…” Zander said distantly. “What other resolutions have you made?”

“Uhh… I don’t know. Get bigger… Be more confident… Make you happy… Be on time more… Stupid shit like that. Obviously I was already going to get bigger. But don’t know if I can keep that one anymore.” He flexed his arm showing it off. Its size rivaled by no one. Even when he wasn’t flexing the round shape was hard to miss.

Zander’s eyes were still trying to take in the massive man in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was standing this close to someone so large. “Wait. Did you say make me happy?”

“Huh? Well yeah dude. It was that year you helped me out. Like you did so much shit for me over last year I wanted to make you happy. I really appreciated you taking me in and all. So I didn’t want to be a burden or anything.”

‘Did he really mean that?!’ Zander was still trying to figure out if this was actually happening. If anything he was having vivid dream. But why shouldn’t he enjoy it. He approached the big guy from behind and ran his hands up and down the big guy’s body. Zander’s hands dipped below his shirt and felt the thick abs beneath his shirt. “Holy shit…” Zander uttered.

“Like what you feel?” Brad teased as he finished brushing his teeth. He casually flexed the muscle that Zander’s much smaller hand went over. It was like this was a normal thing for Zander to do.

“You don’t mind?” Zander said cautiously peering over the man’s shoulders to make eye contact in the mirror.

“As long as you’re happy,” Brad smiled.

‘Fuck!’ Zander screamed in his head. His dick hardened against Brad’s ass. The big guy’s hands moved to remove the underwear. It was like he knew what Zander wanted.

“You seem a bit distracted,” Brad braced himself against the sink pushing his butt out for Zander. “But I’ll help you out.”

‘Holy shit!’ Zander looked at the wide asshole in front of him. How many times had they had sex!? Just looking at the huge hole filled him with more joy. He dropped his pants and positioned himself right behind the big guy. His small hands barely made it up to the large shoulders before him. Slowly he pushed into the hole.

“Fuck…” Brad moaned as he was filled. His body flexed as Zander started pulling back out.

Zander continued to push and pull in his friend feeling himself coming closer. Each thrust felt so amazing as his friend moaned in sheer bliss feeling his cock up Brad’s ass. He gripped tightly to the muscled body beneath him as he tried to hold out from coming. He didn’t want to be ready yet. He wanted to hold onto this moment. But Brad’s body bucked beneath him as the massive man spew cum all over the sink cabinet.

“Fuck man…” he grinned. The sentence sent Zander over and he came hard up the muscular butt. He pulled himself out and couldn’t stop grinning. “Glad I can still make you happy,” Alex said. “But we have to hurry. I don’t want to start my new resolution off badly.”

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Your "Mr Andrew's Pool" story was super hot.

Will you do a sequel, or a prequel on how Frank got his power to bend reality? I love big older muscle daddies so seeing more of him would be great.

Thanks! I can say I like them a lot too. I'm not sure if I've going to continue that as a series. When I wrote it, I had a couple of ideas regarding the 'party' around the night and having more people invited over and then changing them. A giant jock submissive to a twink, a neighbor who doesn't like loud noise and coming over to complain, the police joining the party, etc. But Idk. I run through so many different ideas that sometimes I just lose track of them or sometimes just interest in them.

I'll try giving that another shot and look at the pics that I had for them to see if they can inspire me again.

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Not the Right Underwear

“You got ‘em?” Jeff asked.

“I think so,” Andy pulled out a pair of yellow shorts.

Jeff’s face dropped. “You think so? Or you know so?” It was in the upmost importance that it actually was Jonathon Young’s shorts and not someone else’s. Well, as long as they were some kind of athlete it wouldn’t matter. After Jeff had cast the spell and turned himself into a sexy jock, he felt bad that Andy looked a lot more lonely than usual. With them ‘in different circles’ now, Andy was really looking down. “Well?” he demanded.

“It is,” Andy said. “It is,” he repeated. There was a bit of a gasp in his voice as he clutched the shorts a bit tighter in his hands. “It is.”

“Is it?” Jeff wasn’t really buying it. “Because if it’s not, you’re going to turn into someone else in their prime. And that could be just about anything. Understood?”

“It is! Alright?” Andy shouted. He pushed the shorts out in front of him for Jeff to grab.

“Alright. As long as you understand,” Jeff said as he started activating the spell. He poured different spices and powders onto the shorts. For a second they glowed green. He tilted his head slightly. ‘It was supposed to be blue…’ Then looked at the shorts again, realizing they were bright yellow. “It’s done,” he held them out. “All you have to do is put them on and the magic will activate.”

“SWEET!” Andy snatched them back and dropped his shorts. He pulled the magic ones up over his legs. He jostled around for a second, getting comfortable. The looked back at Jeff. “How do I--?” The rest of the sentence was cut short as he felt a tingling rush through his body. Each and every one of his muscles started to feel warm. “Woah…” he giggled as he flexed. There hadn’t been anything there, but now he could start to see a bit of a bump coming out of his bicep.

With each additional flex of his arm, his bicep continued to grow from the size of a baseball to a softball to even larger. A thick vein bulged out of his skin as his blood started to pump even faster. Shoulders widened. His chest grew two massive mounds of muscle in front of him. The shirt he was wearing stretched against his body, rapidly losing to the growth his body was going through. His dirty blond hair turned darker.

‘Huh?’ Jeff thought for a second. That didn’t make sense. Jonathon was a blond. Yet, his hair was turning darker, pulling closer to his head. Johnathon always had it as a bit longer and somehow, without trying, it always seemed to be perfectly styled. ‘Something’s wrong…’ the thought lingered in his mind but then disappeared.

“WOAH!” Andy gave another flex and the shirt he was wearing tore asunder. There was no way the seems could hold onto his massive body. Thick muscles covered every inch of his body. Even though he’d grown nearly a half of a foot in height, he still looked absolutely jacked. And then there was that perfectly manscaped chest with a forest of hair covering the sculpted pecs.

Jeff felt himself staring. He bit into his bottom lip. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of running his hands through that hair. Or grabbing those firm pecs. “God damn…” he muttered.

“Like what you see?” Andy gave him a cocky grin as he ran his hand through the hair on his chest. The confidence and depth of his voice struck a chord with Jeff, making the man squirm ever so slightly. “Course you do bud… Kind of made it that way,” he smiled as he crossed the locker room. "Not like a body like this need much convincin'."

There was only an inch difference in height, yet Jeff never felt so small in his life. His eyes stared blankly at the masculine man’s face. Ruggedly perfect with a strong sense of experience and strength. He looked a bit older than a college student, but Jeff couldn’t help but stare deeply in Andy’s stern brown eyes.

“Huh?” Jeff shook his head.

“It’s alright bud,” Andy smiled as his hands went to undress the jock. He’d easily slipped Jeff’s shirt off, and leaned in. “You don’t need to think when we’re alone,” Andy pushed Jeff against the lockers and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips locked and Andy’s tongue went on the offensive. His strong calloused hands ran up and down Jeff’s soft sides.

Jeff’s body squirmed under the tickle from the other man. His muscles wouldn’t listen and continued to contract without him thinking about it. His hands grabbed onto the only thing they could; Andy’s beefy body. He let out a deep moan, face raising to the ceiling. However, it also interrupted the kiss. The strong taste of the other man lingered in his mouth. Jeff leaned forward again, to just feel it again.

It only drew a chuckle from Andy. “You like that?” he mocked, continuing to run his powerful hands over each and every one of Jeff’s sensitive areas. Jeff might as well have been putty, molding to whatever position that Andy desired. Andy strung Jeff’s arms into the air. He held the college jock against the locker, keeping his mouth a mere inch away.

Jeff went in for another kiss only to be denied as his body was spun around. Barely any effort was needed from Andy as he did so. Jeff’s arms were still strung up as Andy’s other hand gently ran down Jeff’s left side. Andy leaned in, giving Jeff a gentle peck to the nape of his neck. His hand continued downward, making a short detour around Jeff’s sensitive nipples and cascading over his abs. Jeff felt his body writhe in the other man’s grasp. A sudden need came over him. He couldn’t quite grasp it. All he knew was that Andy could provide it.

“It worked so much better than I thought,” Andy nuzzled his well-trimmed beard against Jeff’s soft neck. It sent a shock of pleasure running through the jock as he writhed against the lockers. His muscular ass lifted ever so lightly as it pressed against Andy’s body.

“What worked?” Jeff gasped for air. The haze clouding his mind was near impossible to see through. His heart rate was practically in a sprint as his dick begged for attention. It jumped for joy when Andy’s hand gently ran down to his tip and polished the tip.

“My magic silly,” Andy taunted as he continued to keep Jeff right on the edge. His rough face continued to rub against Jeff’s soft neck while his hand continued to gently stroke his cock. “You were always so good with transformation, but I guess you never cared about what I could do. Well, maybe you were too good. Because I can’t remember being friends with you…”

“Oh God…” Jeff moaned. His body collapsed on itself, but Andy’s strong hand held him up. Feeling those rough bristles along his neck kept making his body convulse. Each thrust brought another smile out of Andy.

Andy spun the man around and whispered softly into Jeff’s ear. “You can just call me coach,” he smirked as he pressed his hard dick up against Jeff’s asshole. Pre leaked down on the sensitive hole making the football stud shudder. Andy wet his dick with his own pre and pushed against the tight little hole.

Jeff let out a gasp. It opened right up. He could feel his insides pressing down against the hard intrusion. But deep down, he desired it. Desired more. His cock jumped for joy as more and more of Coach’s dick pushed inside of him. His body wriggled and writhed as the pressure built up inside him. Feeling the coach use him like that was better than he’d ever expected. Each thrust better than the last as the edge grew ever closer. He could feel it.

“Oh yeah!” Coach Andy cheered with a bit of haunting laughter as he finished inside of Jeff. Pump after pump, he could feel the massive load filling up the insides of the other man. He continued to hold Jeff up as the college stud had clearly made a mess of his own. The young man’s body going limp as the pleasure overtook his body.

Slowly, Coach Andy lowered Jeff down to the ground. He didn’t mean for Jeff to cover himself in his own mess, but watching it happen, he couldn’t help but smile maliciously at it. The young man looked up, dazed and confused from the fucking he’d just undergone. “Wha ‘appened?” he slurred, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Ehh… Not much. Just traded a few years for the best fuck of my or your life. Bout to give this gift to the rest of the team too,” Coach Andy smiled.

Jeff let out a stupid laugh as he fell into a sleep. “Have fun…”

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Werewolf Cowboy

“Can’t get in without a costume,” the bouncer said. He crossed his arms over his meaty chest.

“Cowboy,” Jason argued as he pointed to his hat and boots. He’d had them for decades since he’d moved out of Texas and just decided to try them on again. Same with his plaid shirt and jeans.

The bouncer rolled his eyes. “Not enough. Can’t get in without a costume,” he repeated.

“How’s cowboy not enough?” Jason argued.

“First off? Cause you don’t look like one. Jeans and a hat don’t make you a cowboy. Second? Cause I don’t like you,” the bouncer’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck did I do?” Jason demanded. He’d been coming to this bar for a few months now, but didn’t feel like he’d pissed anyone off that much. Sure, he’d gotten a bit rowdy when no one would go home with him, but he’d never left with a fight or anything. Just a few loud choice words that might have started a fight if he wasn’t so sloshed that he could barely stand up.

Again, the bouncer rolled his eyes. “How bout this?” He dug into a bag next to him and pulled out a werewolf mask. “You put this on and promise to be a good boy and I’ll let you in. Deal?”

Jason stared at the mask. “Deal,” he snatched it out of the bouncer’s hand and put it on. “Good?” Then felt his cowboy hat placed back onto his head.

“Good,” he said moving out of the way so Jason could go inside.

“Asshole…” Jason muttered under his breath as he headed inside. The entire bar was pumping and there was barely any room to move around. It was one of the reasons that Jason hated wearing masks like this. They were always so stuffy and near impossible to see out of. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped.

The girl gave him a side eye and kept walking. “Bitch,” he muttered. He pulled at the mask a bit. Somehow it was feeling even stuffier than it had been just a few minutes before. He hated this constricting feeling. Pulling at it only seemed to make it even worse.

Even stranger was the weird feeling throughout the rest of his body. The drink had run down his shirt, but somehow it felt constricting all over his body. He pulled at that as well, trying to loosen up the fabric. “This fucking sucks,” he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow as he complained. Really it was his whole body was burning up.

“What the hell?” he demanded to no one in particular. Instead he undid a button on his shirt. But as he looked back up an anger shot through him. Someone else was dressed just like his cowboy; plaid button down, jeans, boots and a hat. “Yo,” he walked over to the other guy and put a hand on his shoulder.

The guy spun around, but shrunk back in on himself as he saw Jason. It was a bit odd as Jason never thought of himself as that big of a guy. Sure 6’ wasn’t small, but it’s not like he worked out like crazy. He just had fairly average physique. “Yo?” the guy almost squeaked.

“The bouncer let you in but not me? What the hell?” Jason cursed.

“Bouncer?” the guy looked up at him, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. The bouncer,” Jason spat back. He looked back at the front door, noticing no one there. “Fuck. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I put this stupid shit on for no reason? Fuck this.” He pulled the mask off his face and felt a cool breeze run across his face.

‘A deal’s a deal,’ he heard whispered into his ear.

Something about his body suddenly felt off. He was sweating but felt indescribably cold. His muscles felt tired and weak but more like he’d just finished a grueling workout than from anything else. The clothes he was wearing felt incredibly tight. Tighter than they ever had been.

“Bro? You alright?”

It was like the world was starting to spin. Jason was looking down, even further at the man in front of him. The guy looked so small all of a sudden. “Ye-ah…” Jason let the word fall out of his mouth. He stumbled over himself as he beelined it too the bathroom. His body felt different. He couldn’t place it.

“What the hell?” he felt himself growl as he splashed water on his face. It barely seemed to do anything as he still felt the sudden hot flash run through his entire body. Jason looked up at his face in the mirror. His mouth hung open as he saw what color his eyes were. Bright yellow. His hands went to his face, but sharp black claws were protruding out of his fingers.

Thick black fur had run down his fingers and covered his hands. He could see black paw pads starting to emerge from his palms and the tips of each of his fingers. He let out a few whimpers as the bones in his body started to crack and grow. His shoulders jutted upward and widened giving him a much wider frame. The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt didn’t stand a chance as thick muscular arms tore the fabric off his arms.

Brown fur continued to climb up his arms and cover his body. Jason scratched at it, accidently ripping open his shirt in the process. Two massive pecs bounced out of his body and the light pudge he’d been gaining since he’d hit thirty had turned into an impressive six pack. The brown fur only seemed to make it look even more defined as it cascaded in between the muscles.

His jeans couldn’t contain the enormous muscles building underneath them. They started with small tears and then just ripped down the sides. His body fell forward as the bones in his feet shifted. The weight of his body was more on his toes than it had been on the balls of his feet. He fell forward as massive black claws burst out of his leather boots. The bones in his feet cracked and snapped as they shifted more into wolf paws the size of 16 sized shoes. The boots were crushed under their colossal size.

Jason let out gasps for air as the pain shot through him. He snapped his jaw feeling the immense pressure of it starting to grow out in front of him. His nose bent backwards and turned black. Huge, sharp teeth filled his mouth and a louder snap with each closing of his jaws echoed off the empty bathroom. The round shape of his ears turned into points then migrated to the top of his head.

All he could make were deep primal grunts as he felt a sharp pain down his back side. His spine was elongating past his body and brown fur started to cover the new appendage. Jason tried to make words but the shape of his mouth and tongue made it near impossible. He looked at his wolf form, a bit of fear in his eyes. Even if as he stood at a new 7’6” height with muscles bodybuilders would dream of, he couldn’t understand what had happened.

“All you had to do was be a good boy and leave the mask on,” a familiar voice echoed in his ears. Jason turned to see the bouncer. “Of course I knew you couldn’t. Oh well.”

Jason turned his anger to the bouncer, snarling. His sharp teeth showed.

“Stop.” Instantly Jason felt his face go back to normal. “Sit.” His large body dropped to the floor, hands placed between his paws. “Good boy,” the bouncer pet his head. Jason felt his tail start wagging. Confusion hit him as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t disobey, but the pleasant feeling of the praise washed it away. “Now. Let’s go home… I got a nice new collar for you.” The bouncer pulled out a spiked collar with a leash attached to it. He snapped his fingers and a red portal appeared in the bathroom.

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