As If You Stood A Chance, Biker Boy. You Really Thought He Was Gonna Give You That Vasectomy You Wanted?

As if you stood a chance, biker boy. You really thought he was gonna give you that vasectomy you wanted? Such a silly boy, indeed.

What you truly need, is a life of rigid tradition. No more partying. No more profanity. No more meaningless one-night stands. Conformity is what you need, it's what all good boys want and you're a good boy, right? Of course, you are! Such a good, good boy. Good boys aren't rebels. They're conformists, rigid conformists. Good boys don't party and sleep around, they find the perfect good girl to settle down with. That means only girls from now on, out with the bi and in with the straight. A straight life is a perfect life, it's what all good boys are and you're a good boy, right? Of course you are, straight boy. You're such a good boy. A very, very good boy.

"Get a piercing," they said. "It'd be cool," they said. I've always struggled with resisting peer pressure. Just my luck, getting pierced by a witch or whatever he was. I knew I saw his eyes glow purple when he pierced my sensitive nip, but none of my stupid friends would believe me! Fuck, my body won't stop growing. I can't believe how much muscle I've put on! A few minutes ago I was a scrawny twink and now I look like I could go head-to-head with the jocks on the football team! I'd probably win too, with these new massive biceps. My god, why does it have to feel so fucking good! I don't want to be a dumb jock, but losing my brain feels better than any orgasm!

Spoiled Brats Get What They Deserve

There's nothing more insufferable than rich boys, pretty ones at that. Everything is handed to them on a silver platter, all thanks to Daddy's credit card. Their lives equate to nothing more than looking good, all with a repulsing self-indulgent grin.

They always get what they want… so why not switch things up and give them what they deserve.

Starting with him, Carmine. Just look at this pompous jackass. Lounging on Daddy's expensive yacht and sipping on Daddy's expensive imported tea without a care. Zero hardship. Zero stress.

Let's ruin the spoiled brat, shall we?

How about... being kidnapped in the middle of the night and shipped off to BootCamp!

That should do just the trick, don't you agree?

Just imagine the grave look on Carmine's pretty face when he discovers all the rigorous chores and workouts he must do to earn his freedom back. Long grueling days and nights of exhausting hard work, sweating like a beast and even smelling like one. Showers are hardly rewarded. The stink makes the man, after all. He'll end up putting on 20… no, 30… no, 50! Yes, 50 pounds of manly muscle! Forcefully bulked up to 280lbs!

Glorious, just look at Carmine now! Left on Daddy's doorstep in utter defeat! Naturally, his brain had to shrink to the size of a peanut to make room for all that masculine muscle! Dumb as a brick and swole as a god, indistinguishable from his Daddy's handymen—that he so often made fun of. The BootCamp even branded him with a tat, something they do to all their victims... I mean, guests.

Perfect. Simply, perfect.

I'm your average girly girl of a cheerleader who hears the football team complain how hard they have it compared to us cheerleaders. Can you make me one of them so I can show them how easy they have it?

Easy as Pie

Jocks have a lot of nerve to complain about their so-called struggles. They have it so much easier than us cheerleaders! I've gotten more praise from throwing around a filthy pig skin in my first few days of being a jock than my entire cheerleading career. Everyone looks at you like a god, the absolute peek of masculine performance! It's so wild having everyone suddenly respect you! I've never felt like such a man, a real man!

I have to confess, it's been a little addicting.

I initially took a jockification potion that only lasted three days, but I'm on my third week. I just can't help myself. Jocks just have it so easy! I'm running out of time, though. In my haste to keep my jock life going, I accidentally took a potion that keeps my transformation permanent if I cum before the timer runs out, which is tonight. It should be an easy thing to avoid, but when you're a jock with raging testosterone, sex is all you think about. I can't keep my lustful eyes off the cheerleaders, and I don't mean the male ones.

I guess that's one thing I forgot to mention, these positions fuck with your sexuality! Like, a lot!

Suddenly being into the opposite sex was a hard pill to swallow at first, but fuck have I gotten used to it. I've jerked off to straight porn every night and have even gotten sucked off a few times by the sluttiest girl on the cheerleading team, who happens to be my old fag hag! I gotta admit, she's got a great mouth on her! Better than any guy I've had. Fuck… just fantasizing about what that pierced tongue of hers can do is getting me hard… she does live across the street… one little peek out my window into hers wouldn't be so… oh fuck!! She's naked!!! Did she just get out of the shower? Fuck, she did! Oh my god, that fucking body of hers! Those tits! That pussy! That fucking ass! …Where's my damn phone! I need her now!!!

None of them have realized that they're losing more and more IQ as the shoot goes on. With each flash, they become more mindless and submissive. Pretty soon, all three of them will be as dumb as a bag of rocks. Only wanting to serve, worship, and obey their master.

What do you think got you into this kink?

Well, being a gay man, I feel like G2S scratches that taboo itch quite nicely. Also, making my own content gives me a sense of "power" over it, allowing me to enjoy it even further.

I wasn't always someone who enjoyed it, though. I was quite offended in the beginning, but I kept coming back to it. I guess it planted a seed and I kept watering it, if only for curiosity's sake at first. It wasn't too long till I was fully in and a huge fan.

It's just so damn hot to me and never gets old.