"I Know, You Wanna Snif On Them, Boy. You Love That Ripe Smell Of A Real Man, Don't You?", He Laughed,

"I know, you wanna snif on them, boy. You love that ripe smell of a real man, don't you?", he laughed, "You just have to beg me"

He's always so self-assertive and ignorant and I love it. I love how he always teases and humiliate me.

Alpha Virus: Talked Him Through It

"Yeah bro, it feels good, right? Let that spread all over your system, enjoy the rush, don't resist it!"

Chris eventually moaned but there's no sound coming out of his mouth as the pleasure hit him beyond his normal threshold. The sensation really left an impact in him as the virus rewired not just his entire body to have insane metabolism that will help him last longer in bed, but it also affect his brain as the virus corrupted his mind.

As soon as the rewiring process finished, Chris body jolted in surprise before falling back down to his sleep. The virus is working its way, now, all Jake needs to do is waiting for the new-and-refreshed Chris to be awake

Isaac explained his type to Maya with great details, as Maya asked him to do. Taut model-like physique, hairs on his legs curled up but his upper body smooth with not even a scar, with classic Anglo-Saxon feature that makes the guy can pass as some Victorian era young nobility. His eyes should reflect the depth of his thought and looked like an English pond in the summer, calming and clear. Soft-spoken, matched with his grace and gentle movement that won't ever indicate any sort of danger or threat to anyone that come across him. Isaac wanted his ideal man to be lefty, just because it's unique, and at last, he wanted his man to be fully devoted to him and him only. Maya listened intently while Isaac revealed all that as he's busy typing his work, not even taking a glance to Maya. But once a sultry, manly voice coming out from the bed behind him where Maya supposedly lounged around, Isaac instantly turned around and found himself surprised

"Maya???"

"Well....yes, but not really, as you can see,"

"H---how? W--why? What the fuck is happening here?"

"I enjoyed your company a bit too much. Like, I'm so tired dating these dudes trying to find my Mr. Right when I have an incredibly smart, kind and attentive best friend like you that beat most of those crusty men I dated. So I said, fuck it, I'll be your man,"

"Have you heard how insane that sounded like, and how is this situation totally not something you encountered everyday? Like.....for starter, how the fuck you--"

"It's actually simple. Turns out my family have this kind of power that skipped generations that reemerged with me right after that last eclipse. The said power bestowed us the capacity to change physical form of ourself and the people that we exchanged bodily fluids with. In other words, not only I can change myself, I can change you too since we fucked that one time when we were still sophomore,"

"That....is wild. And I don't want to be involved in any of this. Please just change back, okay?"

"Oh cmon, you literally are having a boner while talking to me now. You like this, you want me, and I definitely want you to be my man. I mean, just imagine how crazy the sex we can have now that I can mold you into any of your wildest dreams too,"

"Maya, no. You are not thinking clear. What the fuck is this desperation? I cannot be your man, and you cannot throw away your life just like that for me. I'll hate myself for that, it makes me feel selfish,"

"Desperation? This is me being kind to you. I cannot help but notice how you've been dating not a single person since we graduated uni. You are certainly lonely so this is me---"

"What is that insane gaslighting you are doing? Stop all of this madness and for fuck sake, change yourself back. It's so jarring looking at you like that. You will always be Maya for me, whatever form you take,"

"No,"

"Okay, whatever. If you want to continue being a nuisance, please sort yourself out. Just.....walk around the neighborhood and clear your mind or something,"

"No,"

"Maya--"

"No, don't call me that! I'm no Maya. Gosh, I hated to do this, but freeze,"

And just like that, Isaac froze in his place with no way of moving a single muscle whatsoever. Then, Maya grabbed Isaac's head and chanted some intelligible words before letting it go as Maya goes back to the bed while waiting for the spell to unleash its full work. Like a breaking ice, Isaac's frozen body started to be able to get back moving and pulsing. It started from the fingertips, that gets thicker and hairier as his finger and both of his hand turned calloused from heavy workout while his feet stretched his wool socks and enlarged to a decent size 13. As blood started flowing once more, the veins in his arm thickened while his legs bursted with muscle and blond hair in an otherwise lanky former runner legs. This built his physique is turning into clearly doesn't belong to a runner. As the pumped blood causing the arm to swole closer to 19 inches, it also affected the shoulder that becomes rounder and sturdier. The long sleeve he worn earlier of course already tattered to pieces while his pants already ripped due to his now incredibly muscular thighs. As the change spread across his neck and torso from the top, his lower body parts perfected itself into a sick v-taper that leads to a snaking 7 inches perfection stuffed into a tight white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His tiny waist contrasted heavily with his massive back and shoulder, showcasing an insane dedication to his craft which is clearly bodybuilding. When the whole body parts below his neck completed its transformation, he's now a towering 6'6" muscle beast, clearly looking down on most people including the rendered-in-awe Maya. Is this Isaac's deepest desire? Turning into a massive bodybuilder? The power she used on him is to unearth his deepest desire, so having a boulder cannon for a shoulder is clearly part of his deepest desire then? How is his final look going to be? Babyfaced brutal beast? Matured daddy? All will be revealed in the next couple seconds as the transformation move upward

His jaw hardened but his face turned into more square-like, with dirty blonde facial hair framed the angular jawline. From the way his face remained clear and not much visible wrinkle formed, this is definitely a young guy, probably the same age like Isaac's current age, but he can be wrong though. As the lips turned into a smirk, Maya knows that the change is almost complete and that smirk indicated that he enjoys what he sees so far. As Isaac eventually able to move, he's practically no longer Isaac, but an entirely different person altogether. Maya ensured that this new version of Isaac, Maya named him Rod, would be falling head over heels for Maya's new look

"Theo," Rod said in his gruffy voice

Well, that's a good name....

"Why are you not spreading your ass in bed already? You know I have to get back to work later at 1, time is tight so I need to breed inside you ASAP before having my lunch and then get back to work,"

Maya is in shock......Isaac's deepest desire is to be an assertive alpha or something? And it dawned upon Maya, or Theo now, that he cannot acted like brats or said no to Theo's order. Is this part of his desire too????

"You are always one hell of an obedient boy, that's why you're my favorite cum dump. Now say aaaaaa-----

I’ve been waiting for Charlie to turn up again, couldn’t believe my luck when he came to the gym late one night. I really had to have him!

In the locker room I jabbed him with the bodysuit serum and watch as his muscular body began to collapse.

He loved wearing tight gym gear which accentuated his physique, it was one of many attributes that attracted me, and led to his ultimate conversion..

I stripped him, eager to become the man. It didn’t take long before he was ready, and I began to squeeze into his tight luxurious body. A few minutes later I was pulling Charlie’s face over my own. His young cocky persona washed over me, I knew he’d just returned from holiday and still adjusting after the long flight decided to go straight to the gym.

Dressing his clothes, I felt like something was wrong. They were tight as always, but looking at my new reflection proved my fears.

There was something wrong with the serum, true it had turned Charlie, but the insides were not modifying my larger, out of condition body to fit the skin! Everything else; voice, memories, and persona had come across but his tight abs were lost in my tubbyness.

I had no option, I have to go with it and hope that the conversion was just slow—there was no time to contact my supplier as someone came in, one of his friends from my newly acquired memories.

All I could do was use his cockiness to fake it. His pride shone through and I blurted out, “Holiday was great! But now I’m bulking!”

My new friend chuckled as I flaunted Charlie’s body around in a typical jock response.

To be honest I think I may have got away with it, had to admire not only Charlie’s body, but also his quick witted mind and confidence.

Age Gap - Taking It To The Next Level

Read Part 1 by @exploratorytfs.

I know I confused my boyfriend when I told him about taking it to the next level. His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the flicker of worry cross his face. He tried to ask what I meant, but I just smirked and kissed him, telling him it was a surprise. Well, yeah, it meant a couple of things – none of them something he wanted, I’m sure.

First, getting myself in shape. I loved his twink body, but now that it was mine, I needed something a little bit more muscular – something that would let me take control and dominate physically, not just mentally. That took me a few months. During that time, I was still doming him, keeping our roles intact, but I was working hard every day at the gym. The transformation was incredible. Now, look at me – this body is ready for absolutely anything.

"Hey, babe, check out these gains," I said, flexing my biceps in front of him. His eyes widened in admiration, but there was a hint of fear too. He knew I was serious about changing things up.

As the months went by and I dedicated myself to transforming my new body, the muscle worship sessions became more intense. Every day after my workout, I would come home, dripping with sweat, and make my boyfriend kneel before me. The smell of hard work and the sight of my bulging muscles seemed to both intimidate and excite him.

"Come on, babe," I said one evening, flexing my bicep in front of his face. "Show me how much you appreciate all this effort."

He leaned in, his lips trembling as they brushed against my bicep, his tongue tracing the contours of the muscle. I could feel his breath quickening, his adoration palpable. It wasn't just about worshipping me; it was about submitting entirely to the new power dynamic.

As my body grew stronger and more defined, the sessions grew longer and more demanding. "Worship every inch of me," I commanded, stretching out on the bed, my muscles glistening under the soft light. He obeyed, his hands and lips moving reverently over my chest, abs, thighs, and calves. The intensity of his worship fueled my dominance, making me crave more.

One night, after a particularly grueling session at the gym, I stood before him, shirtless, my skin glistening with sweat. "Lick it off," I ordered, my voice a low growl. He hesitated for a moment, then complied, his tongue trailing along my pecs and abs, his eyes closed in a mix of submission and arousal.

The act of worship became a ritual, a way for me to assert my dominance and for him to show his devotion. I reveled in the power I had over him, in the way his eyes lit up with awe and desire every time he saw my body.

"You're lucky to have this," I would tell him, flexing my muscles as he gazed up at me. "Remember that."

The more my body transformed, the more intense our sessions became. I made him massage my sore muscles, his fingers working into the tight knots and making me groan with pleasure. His touch, once gentle and loving, became more desperate, as if he feared losing me to my newfound strength and confidence.

Second, stepping into my new sexual era. I had developed tons of new kinks. Not only had I developed a transformation kink, but I also got really into ropes and bondage. There was something incredibly thrilling about the control and power dynamics that came with restraining someone.

I started simple, with basic knots and ties, enjoying the sight of my boyfriend's lithe body squirming beneath the bonds. "Stay still," I would command, as I carefully wrapped the rope around his wrists, securing him to the bedpost. His eyes would widen with a mix of fear and excitement, his breath hitching as I pulled the knots tight.

As I got more experienced, the bondage sessions grew more elaborate. I invested in high-quality ropes, learning intricate techniques. The artistry of the knots and the patterns they created on his skin were as satisfying as the control they symbolized.

One evening, I decided to push our boundaries further. "Tonight, we're going to try something new," I told him, a wicked smile on my face. I could see the apprehension in his eyes, but he nodded, trusting me.

I spent nearly an hour meticulously binding him, weaving the ropes around his torso, thighs, and ankles, creating a beautiful, restrictive web. By the time I was done, he was completely immobilized, every movement restricted by the tight embrace of the ropes.

"How does that feel?" I asked, running my fingers over the intricate knots.

"Intense," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Good," I replied, leaning in to kiss him. "That's exactly what I want."

The power dynamic in these moments was electrifying. I reveled in his vulnerability, in the trust he placed in me, and the absolute control I had over him. I could see the arousal in his eyes, mixed with a flicker of fear. It was a heady combination that drove me wild.

The sessions grew more intense over time. I started incorporating sensory deprivation, blindfolding him and adding earplugs to heighten his anticipation and focus his attention solely on the sensations I provided. "You don't need to see or hear," I would murmur in his ear before slipping the blindfold over his eyes. "Just feel."

His body would tense, every touch amplified in the darkness. The thrill of controlling his senses, of being his entire world in those moments, was intoxicating. I pushed his boundaries, exploring new realms of pleasure and pain, always careful but relentless in my pursuit of dominance.

The more we delved into this new sexual era, the more I realized how much I craved this control, this power. It wasn't just about the physical dominance; it was about the psychological hold I had over him. Knowing he was entirely at my mercy, trusting me implicitly, gave me a rush like nothing else.

And I could see the changes in him too. He became more pliant, more willing to submit to my desires. But even as he adapted to this new dynamic, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. I needed a sub who truly appreciated this body, who worshiped it like it deserved. Someone who matched my intensity and desire for exploration.

That thought lingered in the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing day. I loved him, but this new era of our relationship had shown me a side of myself that craved more. More worship, more admiration, more excitement. And if that meant finding a new sub who could truly appreciate what I had become, then so be it.

Third, and this was the real kicker, was finding a sub truly worthy of this sexy body. Yeah, his body is cute, but it’s really not what I’m into now. He’s too old for me, don’t you think? I’m 20 now, for God’s sake. I should be off pounding twinks, not wasting my time with some older daddy after all.

One evening, we decided to go out to a club together. It was one of those nights where the music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and the energy was electric. I found myself drawn to the younger guys on the dance floor. Their energy, their bodies, their carefree attitudes – it was intoxicating. I realized I wanted that. I wanted someone who could keep up with me, who could worship this body the way it deserved.

As the night wore on, I noticed a particularly attractive twink eyeing me from across the room. He was everything I was looking for – young, fit, and full of energy. I felt a magnetic pull towards him, and before I knew it, we were dancing together, the music and the crowd fading into the background.

"You're amazing," the twink whispered in my ear, his hands roaming over my body.

"Thanks," I replied, my heart pounding with excitement. "You too."

We moved closer, our bodies pressed together, the chemistry undeniable. I could feel my boyfriend's eyes on us from across the room, but I didn't care. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed.

The twink and I slipped away to a quieter corner of the club, our hands exploring each other eagerly. The thrill of the moment, the forbidden nature of it, only made it more exciting. I knew I was crossing a line, but I didn't care. This was my new life, my new desire.

When we finally returned to the main floor, my boyfriend was waiting, his face a mask of anger and hurt. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied coolly, even though we both knew exactly what he meant.

"Don't play dumb with me," he snapped. "I saw you. I saw everything."

"Maybe it's time you faced the truth," I said, my voice steady. "This isn’t working for me anymore. I'm young, hot, and ready for more. I should be out there, exploring, not tied down to someone who can’t keep up."

The hurt in his eyes was palpable, but I pressed on. "I need a sub who truly appreciates this body, who worships it like it deserves. You’re too old for me now."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried to protest. "But we can make this work. I can change, I can be better for you."

"No," I said firmly. "It's not about you changing. It's about me realizing what I need. And what I need is someone who can match my intensity and my desires. Someone younger, more energetic. I'm sorry, but this is the end for us."

He didn't take the news well, of course. He begged and pleaded. "Let's swap our bodies back," he said desperately. "We can go back to how things were. Please."

I looked at him, feeling a mix of pity and annoyance. "Swap back?" I repeated, stepping closer to him. "I don't know what you're talking about. This body has always been mine."

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, please. We can fix this."

I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me. "Listen to me," I said, my voice low and commanding. "This is my body. It always has been. You need to move on."

Packing my things was bittersweet. There were moments of doubt, memories of the good times we shared. But I knew this was the right decision for me. I needed to be true to myself, to my desires. And staying in a relationship that no longer fulfilled me wasn't fair to either of us.

As I walked out the door, I felt a mix of liberation and anticipation. The world was out there, full of possibilities, full of young, eager subs ready to worship me. Watch out world, Liam Anderson is ready to step it up a notch.

I moved into a new place, closer to the gym and the nightlife. It didn’t take long for me to find what I was looking for. Young, fit twinks who looked up to me with admiration and desire. They craved the dominance I offered, and I reveled in their worship.

One in particular caught my eye – a 19-year-old with a lean, toned body and an insatiable hunger for submission. We hit it off immediately. He was everything I wanted – eager, energetic, and utterly devoted to pleasing me.

"You're perfect," I told him one night, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Exactly what I need."

"Thank you, sir," he whispered, his eyes shining with gratitude and lust.

Life was perfect. I had the body I wanted, the power I craved, and a sub who worshiped me like a god. The doubts and guilt faded away, replaced by the thrill of living my truth. I was finally where I belonged – in control, admired, and desired.

And as I looked at myself in the mirror, flexing my muscles, I knew I had made the right choice. The world was mine, and I was ready to conquer it.

brady potter by alfredo llamas (2023)