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Chris Pratt flexing for the galaxy to see

Supposed to be Ryan Reynolds flexing

Supposed to be Chris Hemsworth kissing in bed

Supposed to be Tom Holland as a firefighter. Not perfect but still hot

Chris' thick python is on the move

Chris' huge trouser snake is on the move

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Plus 3 - Genie at the Mall - Part 1

Lots of love to @morphographic for his help with this part of the story

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Genie walked toward the large shopping centre ready to have some fun with the good people of this town.

He smiled looking at the young lovers. 3 bags already from 3 different stores. The lanky nerd in the checked shirt looking deeply into the eyes of the attractive brunette.

Genie stepped up to them, his phone set to film mode.

“Hey you two love birds. Fancy being on a little social experiment vid I’m making for my YouTube channel?”

The couple exchanged a glance, both grinning.

“Sure, we’re game, what do we need to do?” the young woman asked.

“It’s quite simple. Tell me your names, and then imagine I’m a Genie and grant any wish you have. So go ahead, make a wish.”

The woman giggled, “This sounds fun.” She looked her man up and down.

“Well, I’m Cherith and this is my boyfriend Jeremey.” She said grinning again at her lover.

“Genie, I wish Jeremey understood my love for shopping.” She grinned at him, and Jeremey grinned back as new lovers do.”

Genie smiled as he amended the wish and time moved back as she stated in exactly the same level of voice

“Genie, I wish Jeremey understood my love for shopping by being me.”

The couple felt an electric current flow through their bodies, which seemed to move up to their brains, before flowing down through their torsos and it felt like flowing through their joined hands, through their lover’s torso and settling in their partner’s brain.

Jeremey looked down at her body and said “What! Your wish came true! I’m you. Why would you wish me to be you?” He said, shocked, dropping the bags and feeling his breasts and then butt with his free hand. Then grabbing the bags again he added;

“And when can we get back to the stores, that’s why we’re here right?” instead of breaking hands with her, he grasped tighter the larger hand that was his moments ago while looking at his former face worried.

“Jeremey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it would happen, and I don’t know why I added that last bit.” And then she looked at Genie “Somehow you made this happen, is it just a bit of fun for your video? I’m guessing we’ll return to normal at the end.” She said looking quizzical at Genie who kept the camera pointed toward them as he said;

“Dude, it’s all for fun. And I’ll give you a choice at the end whether you want to return to normal, or enjoy the gifts you’ll get in the next few minutes. Of course, you could leave now, but without that final wish, all changes will be permanent.”

Cherith noticed the frames within which she would now see the world. And with her free hand, she touched her flat chest, and then undid a few buttons of his shirt and touched her boyfriends skin. She’d always loved feeling the hair on his body when she they were intimate, but it was to much having this much hair herself. She suddenly found herself forcing her hand down her chinos to find Jeremey’s cock. She gasped in horror as she grasped his dick.

“What have I done? What have you done? Will you let us have that wish now?”

“Dude, you can wish for whatever you like when you like. What I’m saying is you can chill and enjoy the wishing fun. Don’t miss out on the gift this is Dude.”

“Ok, but can you stop calling me Dude. I’m a lady in my boyfriend’s body.”

Genie couldn’t contain a smirk, which wasn’t lost on either of them.

Cherith dropped the bags Jeremey had been holding and grabbed her former body, and planted a kiss on her old face. It was a weird experience, but she wanted to make the best of the situation.

Jeremy pulled away once their lips had touched. Even kissing his own face felt to gay for him.

Jeremey in his girlfriend’s body reprimanded Genie “You’re loving this freak show man. This is really messed up. I mean I can feel Cherith’s breasts” he looked at his old face “which of course are amazing, when on you. But I’m a dude in my girl’s body. And I can feel the gap between my legs. I can’t be left like this. Genie, I wish I was a guy again.”

Genie smiled, camera still capturing every second, as time rewound.

“Genie I wish I was a big gym obsessed guy again.”

Genie had a type which will be obvious to you now if you’ve read any of his adventures since meeting Matty.

Cherith’s body started to grow and morph before her very eyes, well her eyes in Jeremey’s body.

She watched as her femininity evaporated in place of a tougher masculine approach to life. Cherith’s breasts firmed with packed pectoral, and her dainty shoulders broadened as his delts expanded followed by his biceps and triceps. His thighs inflated as his whole body expanded with pure muscle, and next to no fat.

What couldn’t be seen was the caring Jeremey’s memories were being overwritten by years of working out, eating well and looking good. He couldn’t compute his knowledge of being in his girlfriend’s now masculine body, while looking at his former nerdy form, which didn’t match his knowledge of always being a big guy who hit the gym for hours everyday. With each new piece of gym knowledge, came the memories of the hours doing that exercise, perfecting the technique and masterfully setting workouts which would push his body to the limit. His mind also came with a tougher approach to life. Having no longer spent hours with his kind-hearted geeky pals, but hours and hours sweating and stinking up the gym, talking shit with other gym bros, his outlook on life and personality had shifted.

Cherith in Jeremey’s old body looked at the final result of what had happened to her. She couldn’t help sporting her first semi at the hunk before her, before it wilted due to the disapproval the hunk gave the body she was in.

The lanky nerd’s body started to cry “What have you done to my body. I’m now a man, and that’s exactly what I don’t want to be. Jeremey, we’ll have to break up. I mean this has destroyed our relationship hasn’t it. You don’t like the way I look, and even though I find your new…my body.. O I don’t know, really attractive, you’re still straight.”

He looked at his lover, still holding his old body’s hand, and now truly seeing his lover in his former eyes.

“O babe, I’m sorry for that look. This is pretty fucked up. I think it screwed with my mind. I remember always being this big and muscular, but if that’s my old bod, then these memories are wrong. Nothin’ seems to make sense. And yeah, I really don’t find that body attractive at all, I’m still 100% into chicks and you’re not one. You can still wish us to be normal again.”

The nerd’s eyes gave way to tears at that penultimate statement.

Jeremey’s body couldn’t help but feel the strong man’s body. His right hand reaching up to a pec, and his left hand squeezed one of his strong biceps.

Jeremey in the new hunky body, allowed his former body to feel him, but his face showed his distaste for the situation. He rationalised that this was Cherith’s body originally, so he could allow her to feel up the new and improved body he’d wished for.

The nerd opened his lips, “Genie, I wish we would be happy again just like we were, I wish I was attractive to him again, I wish I was his type.”

Genie would have rubbed his hands with excitement if he wasn’t filming the couple.

And time zipped as Jeremey’s body said

“Genie, I wish we would be sex obsessed and happy again just like we were, I wish I was leather clad and attractive to him again, I wish I was his vulgar, inappropriate, hunky type.”

Both dude’s looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Cherith in Jeremey’s body said “I don’t think that was what I meant to say.” As she looked at her hunk lustfully.

Even in a man’s body, her mind was so attracted to the muscle on the hunk, which was her former body. She found Jeremey’s cock becoming fully erect as she longed to be attractive to him.

Thinking about it made her brain hurt inside, but she felt more instinctive, driven by something. She’d never felt anything hot wire her brain like she was experiencing now.

As she looked at her man through his former eyes, she noticed he was all blurry. Reaching for his glasses, Cherith snatched them off his face and suddenly he could see. He threw them to the floor and moaned as he looked at his hunky boyfriend.

Straight Jeremey, now packed with muscle, and with the new persona was surprised at how intrigued he was by his former body. As he locked eyes with his old eyes, he saw them shift. They became dark brown, looking far more like Cherith’s eyes than his old eyes. He could now see his lover within the eyes and something shifted in his mind.

He watched as his former body started to grow. He saw it rip off the lengthy cardigan and checked shirt, revealing a torso he didn’t recognise. He’d been really skinny, but this bod was packing on the muscle by the second. He felt aroused watching the pecs push out, the arms thicken, and the Tattoos establish.

And then his former chinos became leather, and he recognised his old cock, erect and apparent through the new leather pants. And Cherith’s mind seemed overcome by the feelings of his cock. He grasped it, he fondled it, he was governed by it.

Jeremey was now so turned on by this new hunk before him. So much muscle, so much leather. He’d never thought about how hot Leather was before. Gym gear, sure, but not Leather.

But on his boyfriend, it was so hot. Those Leather chaps locked around his torso, ready to chain him up and make him pay for being so sexy.

Jeremey gained new desires, fetishes and sexual kinks as well as experience of the male form. His memories rewrote with a new reality that he’d realised how hot the brash, loud, cocky gym guys were. How he loved watching them work out, when they didn’t give a shit about what others thought of them, as long as everyone was watching their tight butts and massive frames.

Cherith found his new body so overwhelming that he gave into his desire to grind against his man’s crotch. One large leather strapped arm lifted into a flex, which continued to lift until his elbow was above his head, and he licked his bicep for Jeremy’s enjoyment. And he smirked as he felt his lover’s manhood awaken.

Jeremey in the gym gear started feeling up his former, but transformed body. This was much more what he was after. A muscular guy strapped in Leather. Yes, he knew they’d be perfect together. He loved how overt and gregarious his lover was and how it turned him on. He grasped at his former cock, and enjoyed feeling it pulse and thicken. He was lost for a moment in his lover’s body, before Cherith turned and started groping everything he could of his former bodies new chiselled bulky stature.

Genie had the whole thing on camera, ready to be edited by the porn editors back home at the mansion. He kept rolling for another wish.

“You two are so sexy together, a good-looking couple like you are obviously exclusive and faithful to each other, am I right? And I did say you could wish yourselves back to that sweet hetro couple you were earlier.” After a millennia of goading humans, and tweaking wishes, Genie knew exactly where he was leading the lovers.

They looked each other in the eyes to try and work out an answer.

Cherith said “Well man, I love my boyfriend, and we’re committed to each other, aren’t we man.”

Jeremey just nodded.

“But, we’ve both got urges and those involve bringing other hot guys back. I mean, I fucking love the idea of walking in on Jeremey while he’s banging a muscle bro, as I bring home the fireman stripper from the club. We’d start as two couples and then join to become an orgy. Isn’t that right man?”

Jeremey nodded “He’s damn right. Committed to each other, living together, but it’s an open relationship. I mean, I don’t even mind a guy sticking around a bit longer with us if we had the room in our flat.”

They looked at each other with a grin.

Cherith added “And no way do I want to be a reserved girl following a lanky nerd around for the rest of my life. No, this is so much better Genie.”

Jeremey said “Genie, I wish everyone remembers us as we are, and I wish our flat was richer and bigger with more rooms.”

A wish which could be taken so far from the original couple’s former desires.

Time skipped back a beat.

Jeremey said “Genie, I wish everyone remembers us as we are, Jezza & Chezza, and I wish our flat was richer and bigger with many more fuck ready rooms.”

Genie said “Granted. You two would always be welcome to turn up, any time, day or night, at the sex mansion I live at. You’ll be sure to be welcomed into the large loving embrace of the first man who opens the door. Just know that everything in the mansion is a 24/7 porno, and you’d be willing participants should you come.”

The guys took down the address, grinned at each other before lunging down each other’s throats again for a couple of minutes.

Chezza eyed up his gym gear hunk and said “I wish he loved Leather to.” An winked at Genie

Time zipped back.

“I wish he loved hairy Daddy’s and Leather to.”

This wish had been intended to dress Jezza in leather, but Genie’s additions extended it to Chezza as he was still linked to the attractions of his lover, at least until they left Genie.

Both men started to grow older as their bodies sprouted hair, lots and lots of hair.

And the men couldn’t keep their hands off their muscle daddy bods. They fought for dominance until Chezza pushed Jezza against the side of the mall glass barrier and said “Listen up bitch, you know I’m the alpha, and when we get home, I’m gonna breed your hole.”

Jezza grinned, “Of course you are daddy. You might be 3 years older, but I know who’s in charge” and with that he punched Chezza in the chest and brought him in for another long kiss.

Chezza turned to Genie and said “Genie, I love what you’ve done to us, I love this thick manly body, I love all this hair, I love my bald head, and I love my sexy quiet fucker Jezza. Have a great life Genie, and I hope you ‘social experiment’ goes well.

And with that, the scantly clad, richer gay couple walked off to do more shopping. Granted, their items of choice would be substantially different now, but they both loved a day of spending their money.

Genie didn’t care whether they still fit their old job. These things normally worked themselves out. Jezza would need to quit Cherith’s former role working in a boutique for petite women, and Chezza had no chance of working as a software engineer. People remembered them both as this muscular couple who insisted on showing off their gains, and Chezza his cock. However, the two had to adjust to their respective families believing that they were the other guy. Jeremey’s family believing Chezza was their son and vice versa. The body swap hadn’t been reversed, and neither guy would have wanted to give up the body they sported.

Genie takes an Uber

Genie left the orgy which was about to ensue in the gym. Much as he enjoyed watching the new fuck boy Slab get ordered by his new Daddy, there’s only so much fun you can have transforming a room of already transformed muscular gay hunks.

Genie could have snapped his fingers and appeared at the mall, but he thought he’d call an uber for fun.

As usual, there was an uber driver sat not far from every location in the city, and even though the mansion was set back on its own grounds in the Californian suburbs, an uber turned up within 5 minutes of Genie making the call through the app on his phone. Yes , Genie had a phone.

As 64% of uber drivers were male, Genie felt the odds were in favor, and of course they were.

A surprisingly nice Tesla arrived to pick him up.

The guy in the red coat looked like a 6, with a plain but not un-attractive face, neatly trimmed facial hair which faded into his thick top of hair. His arms looked thick enough and it looked like he frequented the gym for light exercise a few times a week. He was either a particularly successful uber driver pulling long hours with them, or he had a side business to afford this car.

Genie smiled at the ride and the guy inside.

He opened the passenger seat “Yo dude, thanks for this. I’m heading to the mall. Mind if I jump in the front with you?”

The guy looked unsettled at the hulking giant and all his muscles contained by nothing but a workout top.

“Actually, man I do mind. I always have passengers in the back.”

Genie looked at the guy and smiled. “Man, fair enough, I get that. Thing is I get travel sick in the back, would you mind just this once?” Genie lied.

The guy looked at him, not buying it, but he was efficient and a popular driver because he didn’t argue but got to driving the best routes, for the best fair and fitted in more drives than most guys could.

So the guy nodded his head and Genie got comfortable in the front seat, and they set off.

Genie started chatting “So, man this is a sweet ride. What’s your name bruh?”

The guy was used to all types, the silent types, the chatty friendly types, the self-obsessed types who just talk about themselves for the whole journey, and there are of course the inquisitive types. Added to the bro language (which Genie had used to tease and get a feel for the man’s likes and dislikes), he felt this was going to be a long 25 minutes in the Uber.

“Emmm, my name’s Gerard and yeah, I got her a month ago. She’s a dream to ride.”

“I bet she is” Genie said with a wink. “I’ve always thought it’s funny how men refer to their vehicles as women. Whether bikes, or boats, planes or cars. Don’t you think it’s so hetro-norm?

The guy looked taken a back by this statement, and then made a judgement about Genie and his sexuality.

“I guess man. I can’t imagine calling this beauty a man, coz I don’t think of men as beautiful I guess. Maybe that’s just because I’m straight.” He said uncomfortably.

Genie mused, “I think it would be fun though if guys started calling their vehicles him. Like, this car I’d call the stud car.”

Something about that made Gerad’s cock twitch. He tried to ignore it.

“Yeah, the stud car, ridden by a picture of masculinity. Have you ever wished to be more muscular? I mean it’s obvious you take care of yourself, maybe work out a bit. But I mean, have you ever wished for bigger muscles.

The guy said “Yeah, who hasn’t. I wish I had stronger muscles, and I guess I wish this was a stud car.” He said with a grin on his face. Little did he know.

And Genie smiled as the whole of time stood still so as not to crash the car.

Time whizzed back a notch

“I wish I had stronger muscles to show off, and I guess I wish this was a stud making car attracting men.”

Gerard had that feeling of déjà vu, but why would he wish such a gay wish. Muscles, sure. But a stud making car to attract men. How weird was that?

And then he felt it, a growling in his belly. And suddenly he was flushed while driving. He did his best to keep the car straight while an alien feeling of growing thicker and bigger overwhelmed him. His body was pulsing, his heart pumping like the beat of a dance track, he could hear it in his ears as his neck thickened with hard muscle. His pecs pushed and pushed and now pulled heavy on his chest. But man, it was his arms that he loved watching the most, as they expanded into huge bowling ball arms. His red coat shrink-wrapping round his impressive form.

Gerard found a place to pull over. “Fuck man, what just happened, I made a wish without thinking, and now I’m a hulking giant. Did you do this to me. This can’t be real…. And what the fuck … it’s still happening”

Gerard’s hair disappeared and he aged up, his tee shrinking and round his studly frame as Tatts formed on his left arm.”

Genie just smiled. “Of course I did this to you. Who else is here to turn you into a muscle hound. You work out what 4 hours every day now to keep this impressive bod, and you eat so many calories of all the right stuff.

“O man, this feels amazing, but also weird. So you just thought you’d call an Uber to have some fun with whichever random driver you got? Man, that’s pretty hot and thanks for the muscles. I love taking this stud out for a ride every day. He’s such a strong reliable car. This is fucking amazing. What are you, some sort of over-muscled wishing leprechaun?”

The hunk looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what he looked like.

Genie felt like shrinking the guy's cock for that one.

“Man, I’m a fucking Genie. Now, have you got any other wishes?”

“Wow, I didn’t know Genie’s existed, and no lamp? Well, really I’ve wanted to be back in my 20s for ages, but I think I’m in my 40s which isn’t what I want. So Genie, I wish to be rich and young.”

And of course time scratched back

“Genie, I wish to be rich, dumb, horny, hung and young.”

And Gerard started ageing down. His smarts abandoning him, his cock fattened and lengthened in his boxers, while his tee relocated to tight shorts which were little more than boxers, as the original boxers disintegrated. Gerard never wore much and always went commando so everyone could see his fat member. He was now 24, from a rich family who provided for the playboy. He loved picking up chicks in his stud of a car, and taking them home for a banging with his impressive body. He was sex in a masculine BMW, and he knew it. Self-obsessed, narcissistic, and driven by his ever-wanting dick.

“What d’ya think stud?” Genie asked Gerard

“Fuck man, I’m the sexiest guy alive thanks to you. You’re amazing. You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot chick, for a blow job or a fuck?”

The world ground to a halt and then shifted slightly back.

“You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot hunk, never a chick, for a blow job or a fuck?

And Genie smiled a huge grin of knowing and desire as the guy’s orientation now crossed over to exclusively gay.

A they pulled up at the mall, Gerard said “Genie, you changed my life and I love you for that. Have an awesome time at the mall. You deserve it, and here’s my number, call me.”

Genie stored his number and then turned from the muscular man boi. Of course, the car attracted a man immediately who saw the driver and just wanted to get in. A straight young man who couldn’t help himself walk toward the uber and open the door.

Gerard started chatting to the guy, watching him regularly in the rear-view mirror. He could see the lad was visibly uncomfortable and he wanted to see what this stud-making car could do to the young guy.

Then the lad started getting hot, and it felt like his clothes were really tight. He fiddled with his tie.

Gerard wanted to see if he could shape the lad in the back of his car and said “Bro, don’t you wish you’d been working out for the last decade.”

The man in the jacket flinched at the word Bro. He’d always hated that word. But it was true, he did think he’d be hotter if he’d worked out instead of wasting time scrolling social media.

“Bro, don’t you wish you’d spent 3 hours a day over the last decade building a huge powerful top-heavy body that no one can ignore.”

And now the lad felt his clothes strain as his muscles bulked up with powerful stud energy. His arms shredded his sleeves, and his pecs destroyed his shirt.

“Bro, don’t you think you’d look hotter always showing off your beautiful muscle and just wearing workout shorts and a bro cap? And I wonder if all your smarts are stressing you out. Don't you wish your life was all about getting bigger, eating well, playing hard and fucking?”

The bro lifted his heavy head, and breathed in deeply. “Fuck yeah Bruh! Take me to the beach, I wanna catch some women.” The now hornier muscle bro expressed.

“But don’t you think hunky guys are hotter than girls? I mean they’ll really know how to worship your muscle, they know the hard work and dedication you’ve put in over the years and they give the best blow-jobs.”

The stud considered it, and thanked Gerard for the ride. He realised he hadn’t actually ordered this Uber, so paid the hunk, grabbed a beefy pec as he did, and gave him a passionate kiss with his thicker more experienced tongue. Years of making out with other gym hunks, and taking it to the locker room and showers had become part of his lived reality, and he loved it.

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Genie walked toward the large shopping centre ready to have some fun with the good people of this town.

Circe Slot Machine - Simon on the subway (Part 4)

For the full series check it out here.

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“Si, it’s time to choose another traveller for improvement. From now on every person in your car will be able to see your Circe screen, so who are you going to choose?”

Si had found a new confidence rising from his success in the kitchen, but he wasn’t a public speaker. He tentatively asked the room, “So, who should I change next?"

The girl next to Paul couldn’t resist and said “O, choose Paul. Look at the sexy guy. He takes good care of himself, I’d love to see what you’d do with him.”

The fact that this woman thought he had so much control over the situation made his cock swell. Si felt admired and formidable.

Paul had kept his head down until he’d been suggested by the woman.

“Look man, I’m a happy guy. I’ve got a girl back home, a great life, the body I want, I’m in a great job. Please don’t screw me over.” He appealed.

Si looked him up and down as he considered Paul’s request. It didn’t sound like this guy could be improved upon from what Paul was saying. So Simon would have left him well alone. However, Si the straight, kiss addicted TF lover wasn’t as willing to throw this fish back in the lake.

“Man, I’m pleased you’ve got the life you want, but life’s not all about what you want. This woman here would like to see what fun we can have with you and I think the rest of the car is up for this.”

He looked round and saw some tentative heads nodding, some looks of revulsion and a few more emphatic affirmations.

One guy stepped in his gaze toward Paul.

One of the guys who’d stepped onto the train at the last stop stood up and got in the way of his gaze toward Paul.

“Man, that’s enough. You’ve done enough damage already and I can’t sit back and let you turn anyone else into one of your perverted fantasies. First the young dude and then the girl. This is criminal what you’re doing, and I’ll stop you if I have to.

Si was momentarily stunned and then looked at his device which had beeped along with everyone else’s. Even the principled guy’s phone pinged, but he had enough self-discipline not to let it get in the way of this intervention.

Si smiled. “I hear ya’ man, but we’re just playing a game and the game has added you. Look at your phone.”

The guy looked down and was shocked to see his own picture with 4 other guys and a message.

“Erick, welcome to Circe Slots. We want to reward you for volunteering yourself for transformation. Your old life is now over. Here are 4 new realities for you to choose from. The credit you earn will be added to Si’s credit cache, you merely become the reality of yourself you desire.”

Erick swore “Fuck! This is so twisted. I don’t wanna be any different.”

Suddenly all devices light up again with extra information on each of the guys.

“Which reality will Erick choose? The straight butch bailiff with a tiny cock, the perverted muscle Daddy predator, the cheeky chubby gay TF author or the dumb bi young Icelandic stripper?”

Erick said “I don’t play sick games. I’m just standing up for the powerless here. You can take your game and shove it up your ass man.”

Erick’s finger pointed at Si, but the train jilted and his finger landed pointing at Tony.

“Ok Erick, we hear you, but you will play and your comment means that Tony will always have something warm and thick up his butt. He’s never without a sense butt plug or a thick monster cock up his thick arse and tight virgin hole, and he’s given the sense app control to a number of his friends to activate remotely whenever they feel the urge.”

Tony, looked visibly uncomfortable for a moment. He’d been listening keenly, but tried to keep his head down and go unnoticed. It had been deeply troubling to end up with his mug shot on everyone screen as an option for transformation. But this was deeply humiliating. He was a bit of a player, and definitely, one of the lads, tapping the female talent in any local bar.

Well those days were well and truly behind him, as he felt his butt inflate with fat around new regularly worked large glutes. He felt a hunger in the base of his prostrate before a satisfaction as the overly long and fat fleshy sense filled dildo, nestled into his needy hole. One of his friends (miles away) activated the app, and his butt was filled with a wave of pleasure.

“You see Erick, we always make guys play our games. So we’re going to invite the car to vote on a change to your Dad. Here he is right? Who would the car like him to become? His reality is completely in their hands”

“No, you sick fuckers. My Dad’s an upstanding guy, someone I’ve always looked up to. You stop this fucking shit. Just do what you want to me, but leave him out of it.”

“Group Decision. Who should Ronald have always been. The womanising hunky sugar Daddy, the rich millionaire who puts work and pleasure ahead of family and all other human beings, a hard working red necked lumber jack or a younger gay Sugar Daddy?”

Erick addressed the car “Look folks, this is my Dad. My loving Dad. Please don’t do anything to him, he’s always looked out for others, always done right and is finding a new way of life after Mum died three years back. Please don’t do this.”

“Group announcement, all who don’t vote will gain 10lbs of fat and age up 3 years. All who do vote will have 20lbs of fat converted to muscle and increase on the Kensey scale.”

Many harassed looks were exchanged by the commuters. Given the choices, all the conscientious voted for the lumberjack. Everyone was sick of fat cats ruling the world so the choice for the rest was between a straight or gay sugar Daddy. After all this guy had been through, many considered a younger body would be quite a reward for his years of goodness.

“Erick, the car has voted. Your Dad Ron, had you when he was about 13 after being seduced by your Mum who was 16. Your grandparents allowed him to be a major part in your life, even though it was your mum who initially raised you. When he got to 17, your Dad realised he was into guys, and in his mid-twenties realised he particularly liked guys just over the legal age of consent. He’s been picking up young impressionable college guys ever since, training them up, particularly beefing them up, and then getting them into professional porn within a year. That’s where he’s made his money all these years.”

Erick looked violent at what these people had done to his Father. The memories of the man he knew and loved now sat alongside the new memories of the handsome much younger professional male groomer. His gut knotted in disgust, and he looked murderous as he aged up 3 years and gained 10lbs of pure fat over his treasured abs. He noticed how everyone seemed slightly bigger. The majority looked more muscular, while a few people smiled sad smiles of solidarity at him, and he noticed how they looked slightly older and heavier round the middle.

A new image appeared on every screen.

“A few of you are wondering what the Kensey scale is. So here it is. As a number of you are already exclusively homosexual, you can choose who to give your extra Kensey points to.”

Every gay man and woman now had something they’d fantasised over for many years. Those gay lads and lasses who had voted for Chad’s pecs to become muscle tits now found themselves with 2 spare Kensey points to allocate, while those who had just joined the train or didn’t vote for the expansion of Chad’s chest only received one spare point to allocate. The instruction was to hold their phone out flat and to flick the points at their targets.

After having chosen the younger sugar Daddy this round, and agreeing Chad’s upgrade, two straight friends now found themselves at a number 2, and they looked into each other’s eyes, noticing for the first time, just how handsome their pal was. The Asian, by decent, Londoner ruffled his Caucasian buddy’s hair as his friend smiled at the attention.

This didn’t go un-noticed and a few smiling gay boys threw their points their way. 4 points each hit them straight in their cocks, and what started as a playful affectionate bromantic gesture led to full on groping and making out.

And it wasn’t just these two.

Many guys were further along the spectrum than you’d guess. With a number of bi guys only needing 3 additional points, and some of the points which had been sent bounced back due to the men already being gay (with points), having been hit by other spare kensey points or having been 5’s who were now 6’s. The tally on each homosexual’s screen made sure no Kensey points were left unassigned. A few women were hit by a point here or there, but even the women were getting off on making straight boys gay. A few yes leering guys couldn’t hurt the streets of London after all.

Being men, the guys who had moved from a straight position to gay in such a quick turn of events, found their testosterone levels soar and their libidos hit the roof. Two guys next to each other, both receiving the sudden realisation that the dude next to them was really hot, ended up making out and groping, almost in every case. The straight friend of the gay boy was now wanting to let his gay friend suck him off. The groom and best man on their way to the noon starting bachelor party, now realised it should be the two of them walking down the aisle next month. The Uni student distracting himself from the chaos with a film, ended up falling for the musky older gent next to him. The PT out on the town with his bi dancing buddy, now making out as they embrace their new sexualities.

It turns out there were a lot of gay people in this car. More than one might have expected, and plenty who were in the closet to themselves about being more than bisexual when it came to their own gender.

The work colleagues who were out for lunch, now definitely going back to one of their flats right away. The straight guy in the woollen jumper, at least until 6 points hit his cock which started to swell, took a quick glance at the guy in the checkered shirt (who had only moved from a 3 to a 4), grabbed his head, drew him into a kiss and started unbuttoning his shirt. And the two unsociable businessmen who were both repressed bisexuals, found solace in each other’s eyes before exchanging saliva and deep throating the other.

Erick looked wrecked. The room was muscling out and becoming gayer, his Dad was now a gay muscled sugar Daddy, and his fate was in his own hands. It was torture making him choose his own fate.

“Erick, you need to choose your new reality. We can always give you another incentive.”

He looked down almost resigned as he considered the options. The only straight TF was the well-built bailiff. But that would mean evicting people from their homes, and he couldn’t face that. He also didn’t like the idea of enticing women home, only for the humiliation of them discovering his small cock. He mused that perhaps small-cocked guys make that part of the play? Reel a girl in promising plenty of muscle and a small cock for them to fiddle with.

He hit that as his only option.

Then all devices pinged again “Group decision. Erick wants to be the small-cocked bodybuilding bruiser. Has he chosen correctly?”

Within seconds he saw a message reading “The car is always right, you are incapable of choosing that option now Erick.”

Erick looked pissed again. So this fucked up game did want to turn him into a gay fantasy.

A guy spoke up. “Really dude, what’s wrong with fucking guys? Dudes know what dudes want. Chicks don’t have a clue.”

Si thought about this for a moment. He’d always been straight and his only experience with a man was when the hot girl he was kissing earlier turned into that young, muscled frat boy.

Erick looked mutinous, and then his device pinged again.

“Erick, it’s not a hard choice to make. Perhaps if you unwound once in a while, you’d find decision making easier. The car will now decide on your sexual fetish. Is it Cuckolding (watching your sexual partner ridden by someone else), Whips, Quirofilia (hand fetish), Katoptronphilia (masturbating and having sex in front of mirrors) or Age play?”

Finally, Erick realised that he couldn’t win here. His spirit was breaking, and his mental and emotional strength was very low.

He looked around at the car and said “Fuck you all, do your worst.”

What had happened to the commuters was almost as thrilling as the show happening inside. Ordinary everyday individuals had been on mass forced to make decisions about other occupants of their train. These men and women who were used to mundane decisions were now making real permanent changes to men they’d never met before. Add to that the extra lbs of muscle and points on the Kensey scale, and the sexuality of the train had shifted significantly. Of course the sexuality itself wasn’t making the individuals more prone to sadism. But for all those who had moved at least 2 points on the Kensey scale, their own sexual horizon had broadened so significantly, that added to a dose of real-life transformation, the natural next step was to make the more extreme TF decisions possible.

“Erick, the vote was close. Let’s share the full results with you

Cuckolding 27%

Whips 11%

Quirofilia (hands) 12%

Katoptronphilia (mirrors) 36%

Age play 14%

What more fitting sexual preference could there be for a guy who looks out for others ahead of himself. You need to be a bit more selfish. We’re just glad to see that’s now transferred to the bedroom.”

Erick’s mind wondered to his bedroom and the thought of jacking off to his hot body later. His full length wide mirrors both on the wall and carefully affixed to the ceiling above his bed. The women he brought home always needed to agree to the mirrors, otherwise it wasn’t worth bringing them home. He got off almost as well to his own body. And then he realised how sick that was. He’d only been into rough fucks before, this was to much.

“So Erick, who do you choose out of the perverted Daddy, the chubby TF writer or the Icelandic stripper?

Now driven by a desire to get this over with, and imagining which body would get him off the most, he chose the Icelandic stripper.

And his world started turning. His high-principled mind starting melting away to thoughts of his next live show in front of hundreds of guys. They always put a mirror on stage for him, as it drove men wild to see how turned on he was by himself. As his already gym worked biceps increased with power his thoughts turned to what he’d do with the next man he got back to his hall of mirrors. His tongue flicked in his mouth as he lost 9 years of age, gaining a score of 4 on the Kensey scale and his virile lithe body matched that of his pole dancing stripper career.

He looked round and saw many admiring faces, and with an Icelandic accent said “You want this don’t you guys!” And winking at various men who were not enjoying the show, started pole dancing around the handle poles.

Si smirked at the transformation, and said to the train, “Right was it Paul who we were going to transform next?”

The girl next to Paul screeched “Yes, we said Paul didn’t we.”

She looked enthusiastically round the car. Of course, it was only her who’d actually vocalised her choice. But throughout Erik’s transformation all had agreed Paul was the next choice. As Paul witnessed the down fall of the principled hero, his fear of what was coming to him had intensified with every modification to Erik’s life.

Every device lit up again.

“Before Si transforms the next guy. Do you think Si is a chef or a PT?”

Circe Slot Machine - Simon on the subway (Part 3)

Si had been sickened at his own enjoyment gained from the previous transformations. And it didn’t take him long to chose Jude next.

“Jude, Si has chosen you for transformation. Tell us how old you are, your sexual orientation, how many times you’ve had sex and your favourite sexual fantasy. Resistance will add a year to your life.”

Jude became very red in the face. “This isn’t fair.” He declared. “Why is this happening to me? I’m a nice guy, I’m kind. I have a great life. Why is this happening to me?”

Jude, for your reticence, we are adding 1 year to your age. “Fuck man, you can’t do this to me.”

All devices now in the room (permission given or not) now displayed the message “Tell us how old you are Jude.”

Another moment of pause “Jude, take another year.”

“Ok, I’m 25…happy? Wait, that’s wrong I’m twenty thr…five, twenty th…five. Fuck!”

He said exasperated.

And your sexual orientation?

“Another hesitation and another year to your age.”

“Fuck, I was breathing, ain’t a kid allowed to breath?”

“Deflection and another year. You’re not a kid any more.”

“I’m straight ok!”

“But that’s not true Jude. For lying, you can have an extra 5 years added to your age.”

Jude felt a wave of tiredness wash across him. His back felt different, like it had been used much more. His muscles ached from his latest workout.

“No, but that makes me…”

“Tell us your age.”

“Not again, I’m 32.”

“And your sexual orientation?”

“Ok, so I think I might be bi.”

“You think you might be bi Jude. But you don’t know. Another 2 years for being indecisive. This is basic stuff, either you are bi or you aren’t.”

“Ok, I am bisexual. I like women and some men. Jude declared, humiliated in front of a carriage full of strangers”

“But that’s a lie Jude. You’re not straight and you’re not bi. Another 5 years added for lying to Circe.”

Now Jude was in tears. “But I am telling the truth, look I’m now 39 and I haven’t seen most of those years. Please, I don’t think I’m gay.”

“Indecision, another 2 years added.”

Si looked desperately to see if he could help Jude out with a gamble.

“Si, we love the fact you want to help this randomer out. For $100 You can choose 5 guys in here to offer Jude either a point of their own sexual attraction from the Kensey scale or 30lbs of their muscle with a year of their age. If enough of the guys offer a point in the right direction then as long as Jude’s final score leaves him a 2-4 he’ll be given back 7 years.

Si chose 5 of the straightest looking guys in the room. All 5 chose to offer 30lbs of a muscle and a year of their life, none chose to become a little gayer to help a stranger out. Each justified that they could build 50lbs of muscle in the year they’d regressed while there was no turning back sexual attraction. Jude was aging 5 years while gaining thick muscle.

“Jude, at 46, tell us how many times you’ve had sex.”

He instantly said “once, with my mate Billy” he said going crimson.

“Thank you Jude for you honesty and now for your fetish? What is your sexual fantasy”

He held back to weigh up the options and received another year on his age for his hesitation.

“Fuck, I love the idea of being publicly objectified. Public indecency, groped by random strangers.”

He looked at the car who sat with open mouths.

“Thank you Jude. Let’s make sure that’s your reality now.”

And the already aged up gym guy lost all clothing but his briefs.

“Look, is there any way we can reverse this” he said to his phone and then to the room. “I mean, I was 23 and girls were into me. I know my only sexual experience was with a dude, but I really did find some women attractive. Now I’m a dirty old man who gets off on being naked in public. Look, I’d do anything to be the young me again.”

“We can help with what gets you off Jude. Let’s ask the car again. Is Jude into public indecency, diapers, bondage or fisting?”

“Fuck! No! That’s not what I meant!” The well worked almost naked dude cried out.

“The results are in Jude, you’re now a 47 year old Leather Daddy on the hunt for young cubs to seduce and corrupt, young guys just like you were.”

He felt himself get hairier and now more interested in the younger lads in the space. The Asian hunk making out with the bodybuilding businessmen, the other male students in the room. His mind filled with seeing them naked and in leather collars, serving and being serviced.

Jude still didn’t look happy with his lot so the game pinged the car again.

“Group decision. Does Jude remember who he was before, or does he accept his new reality as his permanent truth?”

Si looked at his phone in horror. On the one hand, Jude hadn’t lived those extra years. By him accepting this as his only truth, he’d surely gain memories of the missing years. But at the same time, Jude had been transformed into this guy. So, if he forgot who he was, wouldn’t that basically be identity death? The ethical dilemma was horrendous. And yet part of him had been so excited to see Jude’s transformation. It was like, the more dramatic the change, the more he got a thrill from it. That couldn’t be a good thing. Thrill’s often led to reckless behaviour, and he couldn’t afford to be reckless with anyone else.

*Psi – Iota and Omi, I know you find thinkers hot, but Si’s morality is getting in the way of our fun. So I’ve made a couple of additions to his profile. He now appeals to men’s bellies rather than to their girls travel desires. And with an interesting new addiction. Theta – I can get behind making any guy dumber. That’s what chubs me up Omicron – Fuck you Theta. Psi, there were other ways of corrupting his high principled mind. Psi – Be my guest

“Si, the board offer you protection from all harm toward you in this car from any fellow travellers. Omicron offers you $300 to come out to the car as Si the guy responsible for their transformations to gain the ability of kissing anyone you choose whenever you like. Theta offers you the ‘bro for him’ cologne which will also help you feel more at ease. You may accept or reject any of the three gifts.”

Si read the message three times. It felt weird, but he felt good in accepting the first two gifts. Protection was always good and he was feeling the emptiness within since his last kiss. The third was obviously a trap. Was Theta such a dumbass as to believe he could turn him into a stupid himbro that easily? He rejected Theta’s gift.

He looked around the carriage and stood up. “Hey folks, I need to confess something to you. I’m Si and I’m the one responsible for the transformations going on today and I felt it’s time to identify myself. I also know that none of you can attack me, and I’m grateful for that. I was starting to feel guilty for my part in the changes you’ve witnessed today, but my hope is we all end up happier.”

Si felt like a burden had lifted as he confessed his position and role in the events to the room. Of course, he wasn’t actually solely responsible for any of tonight’s events, but he didn’t realise he’d owned the whole thing in his poorly worded confession.

The room was silent. No-one dared comment for fear of future transformation.

He looked round and saw a women he took a fancy to. His new addiction to kissing drew him toward the now trembling women.

“Hi love, I need you to know how hot you look, and I hope you will let me give you a kiss?”

She looked torn up, but found herself nodding, wishing this would all be over soon.

To her surprise, she found herself enjoying Si’s mouth on hers. His touch was tender, and as his hand reached round to the nape of her neck, she was overcome by a sense of desire, of being desired. Her whole nature was now one of looking hot for guys to admire her. She became more flirtatious in her out look on life, more willing to seduce worthy men. As her confidence increased, so did her frame, as she grew taller in stature and carried herself with more authority. Her arms felt heavier, as they surged with new power. Their girth increasing and strengthening with large bi’s and tri’s. Her breasts firming, as she encouraged Si’s hands to fondle and grope them.

Si became aware that something was happening to the women too late. He was lost in her mouth, her deep brown eyes…but he was sure they’d been blue as his hands squeezed the women’s firm chest muscles. He found himself feeling her soft cheeks, and was surprised to feel her jaw and chin becoming more angular. As he continued exploring her mouth with his tongue, the women led his hand down to her lightly furred treasure trail, and then his hand felt her impressive package. This woman had a big cock, and it was growing in Si’s hand.

He quickly jumped back from the new stud, shocked and confused. What had happened? He didn’t even know why he’d kissed the girl, well guy, in the first place.

Taylor looked confused as well. He’d never been rejected by a 6 like Si. Guys like Si, were usually really pleased to get attention from an 8 like him. He tensed his bubble butt with frustration, but managed to keep the rest of his body looking cool and calm.

The car gave an in take of breath at what they’d just witnessed.

Upsilon – Yes, yes, yes. A muscled frat boy, finally! I’m so pleased the Bluetooth connections allow us access to the different camera devices everyone’s carrying so we can see this in real time. Psi – Of course the real genius was the upgrade given to each phone so they’ll never have bad signal ever again by networking all internet routers and powerlines to give full coverage to each of these commuters wherever they are. Omicron – As long as you remembered the upload of Circe to every device to. Psi – As if I’d forget the main part of the plan. All of them will receive greater upgrades than internet. Si looked around the car with a cocktail of lust, power and guilt. This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t who he was. How could his kiss transform that poor girl into the youthful stud he was just making out with. He wasn’t even gay, although that was probably the best kiss of his life.

“Si, it’s time to choose another traveller for improvement. From now on every person in your car will be able to see your Circe screen, so who are you going to choose?”

Si had found a new confidence rising from his success in the kitchen, but he wasn’t a public speaker. He tentatively asked the room, “So, who should I change next?"

Circe Slot Machine - Simon on the subway (Part 2)

This was agonising. It went against the core of who Si believed he was. To choose a random stranger who happened to be in the carriage with him was immoral. The person he chose would be changed, transformed, and there was nothing that gave him hope that they’d ever be able to return to their current form again.

As he selected Derek, most of the previous devices were pinged again notifying them of Si’s decision with a picture of Derek and a message reading “Thanks for opting in to updates for Circe Slots. We’ll keep you up-to-date with all of Si’s gambles in real time.” Confusion reigned as people around the car felt uneasy about this new app which was popping up on their screens unsolicited.

“Si, have you noticed Derek’s going commando and his trouser snake is peeking out to see you?”

Si looked over at Derek who was now looking confused to see his face on his own screen. He saw Derek’s cock nestled up against his thick calf and then realised the app wanted his response. “Yes” he jabbed and then a new message popped up.

Would you like the next decision to be a group one?

Si went to hit no, but the formatting had put both options so close together that he hit “yes” by mistake.

“Group decision. As Derek likes revealing himself in public who would like to see him strip down to his singlet while muscling up?”

The options appeared on Si’s phone and he didn’t know what to choose. The decision was yes or no, yet it seemed like everyone around could see the same screen he could.

Derek spoke up “What the fuck is this shit. Who’s doing this? Is it you faggot?” he yelled toward a slim guy with his phone out who quickly shook his head in fear.

Si hit “no”, and very quickly all devices showed a new message.

“63% of you said yes, so sit back and enjoy the show.”

Derek stood up looking pissed. Testosterone running wild through his beefy bod. He glared round at the occupants of the car and then started undoing his hoodie. Horror stricken, Derek tugged at it reluctantly, willing it to stay on while his hands forced it off.

Devices pinged. “Group decision. Should Derek enjoy stripping for a crowd?”

“68% of you agree that Derek should enjoy showing off his sexy body. Who thinks he should be a pro bodybuilding stripper?”

“Only 55%, but that’s enough”.

Derek’s horror turned to sex appeal, as he sexily shirked the workout tee underneath his hoodie, which he seductively struggled to lift over his head, due to his strengthened now burly form.

Now revealing his impressive physique, the stud stood before everyone for all to see.

“How old is this stripper?” a new notification read and the 5 options of 20, 29, 36, 42 & 54

“52% of you chose Derek’s age as 20”

Si watched this shit show take hold as Derek lost a few years, ageing down to a young built 20 year old who stripped for a living as part of his bodybuilding contract.

“We are aware of Derek’s accusation to one of our slighter travellers today, and wonder if you feel young Derek is sexually attracted to young slender guys in contrast to his hulking objectifying mass?”

“53% say yes Derek, so enjoy your new sexual preference.”

Derek couldn’t help himself. The guy he’d yelled at only moments before looked so attractive to him. He had to get to know him more and see if he could get off at his stop today. This sort of guy was the reason he spent hours in the gym. Seeking out the marginalised gay boys and fulfilling all their sordid dreams.

While people were voting, less and less felt comfortable doing so and the votes were dropping as people saw the fruit of their votes.

Alpha – You like my gift to young Derek, there guys. Beta – I’d love to worship the stud’s horny body. Pi – What a gift to all the twinks who get overlooked. Thank you Alph Psi – Alpha may have made the notification but notice how many people in this subway car were in a position to significantly alter another human beings life. And they did it without much persuasion. What an insight into the human psyche.

Si’s device pinged with a unique message.

“We loved what you did there Si. Very wise handing that one to the car. Now it’s your turn to choose someone else.”

Si just picked one at random without looking to hard at who he was picking. They were gonna get fucked anyway by Circe, so he found it easier this way.

Devices across the car pinged “Si has chosen Jamie. Jamie, tell us are you straight, bi or gay?”

The confident young guy looked up at the car and said “Fuckers, who’s doing this and who the fuck is Si? I’m straight”

Every device displayed the next message. “Si, is Jamie a breast man or an ass man?”

Jamie cried out “the Fuck!?”

Si chose breast and all eyes fell on Jamie who’s eyes had moved to the cleavage of a particularly busty brunette.

He couldn’t quite shake his eyes from her bosom until he spotted a Japanese woman’s breasts. Both women rolled their eyes and tried to ignore Jamie’s leering glances.

“Each individual who answers positively to the next question will receive 10lbs of muscle evenly distributed across their arms and torso. Does Jamie always externalise his sexual thoughts?”

The guys in the room all chose yes, and some of the women to. So many were excited to feel the rewards of their affirmation as they felt growth in their biceps, triceps, delts, pectorals and even Jamie had received muscle for having voted in favour.

He was aware instantly that his brains filter was switched off as he heard himself verbalise the things he wanted to do to the Japanese woman and more humiliating to him, what he wanted her to do to him. “taking charge and grabbing my cock, rubbing it between your huge titties…”

Some of the guys were laughing, some were aroused, while almost completely the women in the room were disgusted by the vulgar words tumbling out of this Uni guys mouth.

Jamie was the colour of beetroot when the next notification appeared.

“Group decision. Is Jamie really straight? It would put the women at ease if he was exclusively attracted to busty blokes.”

Jamie said “What the fuck guys. What did I do to deserve this? I don’t want to speak out all my sex dreams, I don’t want to be a complete tits man. I want to be who I was when I got in this car.”

“88% of voters determine that Jamie is gay, but there is no-one who fits his type. Who should we choose to become his type?”

The travellers screen appeared to the rest of the carriage.

Paul, Alex, Harris, Tony, Jude and Chad all looked nervous knowing they had been targeted by the app.

A moment passed as glances around the carriage between the fellow travellers were exchanged. Votes were flying in when Harris said “I just wanna say that I have a girlfriend, and I’m really happy in who I am”. Chad also pitched in “I’ve got a fiancé and I’m on my way to see her now, please don’t choose me.” A number of guilty faces avoided his pleaful face. Jude offered, I’m young with my life ahead of me, I don’t wanna be fucked over.” Paul and Tony just sat on their devices keeping quiet.

“Congratulations Chad on your upgrade. You’ll now be exactly Jamie’s type.”

“No, please. I don’t want to be gay, I don’t want big Tit’s!”

But Circe either couldn’t hear of didn’t care as every eye watched his white t shirt stretch and reform. His muscle pulsated with growth and his pectorals did grow, boy did they grow. Now sporting a heavy cleavage himself, Chad could do little more than groan at his new reality as an accomplished amateur powerlifter took hold.

“Si, we want to give you some extra credit for future bets. How would you like to choose Chad’s ethnicity for $100? Yes or No”

Circe displayed a country of origin for both his parents along with the country he was born in.

The slots determined that both his parents were from different parts of Africa and that he was born in Frankfurt in Germany. Si used $100 to gamble for another country and city. After two attempts he settled for Birmingham in England.

Jamie looked over at Chad and couldn’t believe that such a hunk would be on this train let alone the same carriage. Chad called the lad over in his new deep Brummy accent, not dissimilar to Lenny Henry’s.

All Jamie could do was look at the man of his dreams, and then his focus narrowed to those pecs pushing out of his muscle shirt.

Big, thick muscle tits ready for him to play with. The young Londoner walked over to Chad and started undoing his buttons without any complaint from the formerly white and straight Chad. Jamie speaking out his thoughts “and to rub my nose in your pits, and suck on your massive muscle titties. I want you to use me, to spread my cheeks and ride me until I can only imagine you fucking me. I want your lips…” Chad grabbed Jamie’s youthful face in his arms and started making out with the younger man shutting him up, at least for now.

Of course Jamie’s hands continued to fondle the mounds of meat grown on Chad’s chest.

“Quick fire group round. Who would like Chad’s muscle tits to grow larger and more sensitive?” Two lads in who were watching this and had started enjoying the show, both hit yes along with the majority of other voters.

“You’re all enjoying the show aren’t you. Everyone who hit yes, will each progress down the Kensey scale by one point.”

The two dudes looked at each other and the guy on the left naturally put his hand on his mates right thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“Si, would you like to play for Jamie’s ethnicity to for $100?”

Si declined feeling there’d been enough damage caused by these smaller gambles. He should have foreseen that it would end up being thrown out to the car.

“Jamie’s gay and into men with big chests. Should we make the guy a young fitness model?”

“An overwhelming yes with 73%.”

Jamie’s youthful body grew larger and more defined. Every muscle stretched and grown passed it’s previous proportions. He didn’t seem to notice with his head buried in Chad’s impossible chest. He licked, and sucked on Chad’s thick pec shelf like there was nothing else in the world which could give such unbridled pleasure. Chad noticed the changes to his more muscular fuck boi, and it was turning him on.

“But what is his ethnicity? Choose from 4 countries of origin for his parents and then for his own town and country of birth.

The results revealed that Jamie’s Dad was Japanese while his Mum was Korean. His own birth country was France, and his birth name changed to Jee.

The train stopped at the next station and some of the people in the carriage escaped, others joined (finding the hot lovers who looked like they’d stepped out from a porno) and some found themselves so aroused or intrigued by the whole experience they managed to stay on the train.

The only guys unable to leave of their own free will were Si, Paul, Alex, Harris, Tony and Jude.

“Si, who’s next to be changed?”

Circe Slot Machine - Simon on the subway (Part 1)

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“Simon, thanks for linking your Facebook account to Circe. You’ll now be able to make an even greater difference to those around you locally. Allow Circe Bluetooth connection for an even deeper experience, and $100 credit”

Simon was a pretty average Londoner. Having been brought up in the East End, he knew life wasn’t always easy. Being the son of a single mum who’d raised him, Simon learned pretty quickly the importance of looking after yourself. However, Simon’s upbringing also included a deep moral foundation. He was taught, and discovered for himself, that looking out for others ahead of himself, seemed to make a massive difference to the lives of those around him, but also to himself.

He was a happy, content individual. Not a load of money, but significant self-worth. It made his personality attractive, and he naturally charmed those he encountered. He was straight, and his personality had attracted quite a number of girls, each treated in an exemplary fashion by kind Simon. But none of them had been the one he wanted to settle down with. They’d all broken up amiably, and he was happy to continue enjoying all life threw his way whether for good or for ill.

Today he had a day off from work, and he was travelling to the other end of London on the circle line, a long continuous tube journey which travelled above and below ground. His plan was to see a pal and then grab some new clothes, as he hadn’t bought anything new for over a year.

Sitting with his phone out, playing one of those crappy games with ad pop-ups which give you points. This ad was for a new slot machine game which promised to help others while you play.

He’d rotated his phone to landscape view and enjoyed the first few rounds with the free bet offered. Apparently, he’d already helped a guy in Africa find a job and build a woman’s self-esteem by increasing her confidence. How he’d done that he wasn’t sure. But the game had shown a guy in Africa who was starving, and then he’d spun the slots and it had found the guy a new job. Seeing the guys face change to one of great happiness, he knew this was the game for him. A similar thing happened with the girl, although he didn’t see her after picture. He could have sworn he’d seen her picture morph, growing larger and bulkier, but then it disappeared, and he shrugged it off as a transition function of the app.

Simon was a caring and considerate man, but he wasn’t one for details. Having linked his Facebook account without even thinking. He hadn’t read the permissions which were sought by the app.

“By checking this box you allow Circe slots to make amendments to your Facebook account on your behalf. You also agree that all alterations are completely true and you take responsibility for all repercussions from the truth shared here.”

He just clicked on through and saw his familiar profile screen. He wasn’t used to seeing it in landscape, but had left the phone rotated for jumping back to the game screen.

He happily granted it access to his Bluetooth connection as well. The game displayed a number of names.

Surely if this was a Bluetooth connection connecting with other users, it should display device names, not their christian and surnames.

Simon clicked on a random one “Harry Shelton”.

To his surprise a picture of the man opposite him appeared on his screen. He quickly glanced either side of him and no-one was close enough to see. It wasn’t rush hour so he had some space.

Next to Harry’s image were a number of adjectives describing Harry’s life situation.

“Simon, we know you love to help people. Harry’s got positive and negative attributes about his current life. You can help him out. Hit any of the adjectives and you’ll activate a slot to change that attribute. You are then able to use your credit to play the slot again should you be unhappy with the result.”

He hit ok and clicked on Tired. A spectrum of energy appeared before him and started rotating through the list until it hit ‘Bounding with energy’

Simon looked at the guy who had just been checking his phone and chilling out with some music. Now he was on his feet with a great smile on his face. He spotted Simon and said “just need to get moving man. I just need a good run.” Simon smiled at the guy, before realising this was his doing and he returned to his phone confused and concerned.

“Simon, congratulations on helping a fellow passenger, now can you help him out in other ways.”

Surely something was wrong here. Had the app really altered this man’s energy levels or was it just coincidence that had him jumping out of his chair? But it had undoubtedly helped him.

The screen displayed the same attributes, but this time in place of the negative ‘tired’ quality it now read ‘bounding with energy’ in blue.

Simon wondered what would happen if he hit one of the positive adjectives, but went in for finances hitting ‘near bankruptcy’ and he saw another screen of text which started rolling through. It rolled down through bankrupt, to filthy rich and stopped at ‘just about managing’. Simon couldn’t have that. This guy needed support and he was willing to bet $100 to make his life better. As the adjectives rolled again, they slowed on bankrupt and cashed in at ‘millionaire’.

Simon witnessed a change in Harry’s posture and demeanour. His Grey suit start to reshape around his now more imposing form. As it brightened to an expensive blue, sunglasses formed over his eyes. He would no longer be found lounging with headphones in, but enjoyed the superior look of a man who had life sorted. Why he was on the subway at all, was anyone’s guess.

Simon had a sense he should leave the game at this point. He’d enjoyed it and Harry was now much better off than before, but there was a niggle at the back of his head. Could he make Harry’s life less stressful?

He jabbed at ‘Work related stress’ but was annoyed to see his finger had slipped and hit ‘Accountant’ instead. He hadn’t meant to hit that, so he looked for a back button. But there wasn’t one.

Many different jobs rotted before his eyes. Mostly they were run of the mill everyday jobs; Architect, Lawyer, Construction worker, Fireman, Traffic attendant, Store Clerk, doctor, teacher, personal trainer. But then a few sordid jobs appeared. Drug Lord, Go-go dancer, Male prostitute, Gay porn-star. It eventually stopped on “Gay muscle pimp” and to Simon’s horror he watched as the millionaire’s clothes started tearing. The shiny expensive blue suit, created only moments before, exploded due to his expanding frame. The tearing seems drew attention from across the car as Harry’s shoulders broadened out and his arms quadrupled in size.

H stood as the tough guy he was, scowling at the car of people until his eyes fell on Simon and he broke into a smile and walked over to Simon.

“Man, you work out a bit don’t ya?”

Simon looked at the half naked mountain before him and just nodded his head, his mind filled with thoughts of Mary, and whether she’d become Mark or whether Mark had now replaced her in her former husband’s life. How this guy had some financial and stress issues, but had looked pretty decent.

“You should work out more man. Get a trainer for 2 hours every day without fail would do it. Nice guy like you, beefier, innocent face. You’d be able to pull a load of clients. Let me add my number to your phone.” He held his hand out for Simon’s phone, and Simon managed to hit the home button quick and pull up contacts. H added his number in under “H your new pimp boi” before getting off at the next stop stepping into his new life.

Simon started to tear up. What had he done. He’d just gambled with this guys existence, and yet the game thought all these attributes were positive. What a messed up game. He decided to get out and went to clear all apps from his phones main memory.

Simon’s Facebook had updated with a new forum feature called Circe where the board of investors in this Circe slots game were conversing.

*Psi – He’s cracking boys. The kind hearted boy is realising what he’s done.

Sigma – I loved watching H’s transformation.

Delta – I wish he’d become older

Chi – well I wish H had become more submissive, but we don’t all get what we want do we*

“Simon, you can’t turn the game off yet, you haven’t improved enough of your fellow travellers yet. Their lives are in your hands. You can’t let them down.”

Simon started to panic. His hearted racing, he pulled out the battery from his phone to do a complete reset. But somehow the display stayed active. He stashed the battery for his phone into his bag and replaced the back cover, assuming this was some freak electrical reserve which hadn’t yet expended itself.

Simon looked back at his device.

“Simon, you’re in this for the long haul now. You’ll sit on circle line on London’s underground until we’re ready for you to stop. Refuse to play and we’ll get others involved.”

Suddenly every device, except Simon’s, pinged and people looked puzzled. One lad asked his friend, “what does it mean “Do you think Simon would be better as Si?” man, I don’t even know which Simon it’s talking about.”

His mate just responded “Man, I don’t give a fuck, but Si is a better name than Simon, so just click it and get rid of it.” All devices had an extra checkbox which was pre-checked, asking them if they would like to be notified of the outcome and any further updates. The first friend un-checked it out of habit, while his friend didn’t even notice it.

“Simon, 83% of this carriage think you’d be better named “Si”. All records of your name have been updated accordingly.”

What could that mean. He puled out his drivers license and was horrified to see that it now read “Triscott, Si Callum”. Had the game re-written his name. Well, if it could turn a stressed-out accountant into a hunky pimp, then it could certainly change his name.

Some new activity was live on his Facebook profile which he was unaware of.

*Kappa – I’ve made some alterations to Si’s main profile guys

Iota – did you change his sexuality

Kappa – Where’s the fun in that. You know I like the slow burn

Pi – He’s a cutie, but I’d like him skinnier

Alpha – I’d rather he worked out more, built those arms. He looks such a beta.

Beta – You know that’s they way I like my boys Alpha. You need Beta’s to worship all the muscle Aph.*

“Si, are you ready to continue? Yes or No”

Si didn’t want to respond. He couldn’t help the grip of fear overtaking his mind.

He then pulled himself together. This game had its grip on him and he had to play. Hitting “yes” he braced himself.

“We’re so glad you’ve accepted our invitation. Now choose another person for improvement, this time using their pictures.”

Hi, I love your work and enjoy the result of your wish granting so very much! I wanted to ask for a favor, I've been training with a friend of mine, he's strong, hairy, kind but he really isnt into me. I wish maybe me and him could both get quite beefier, hairier and maybe both older and really into each other.

Well @dopplecolours I think genie can help you out. If you like my work then hopefully you're familiar with my work then you'll be familiar with the plus 3 Genie rule.

Obviously, your friend is hot from your description.

I mean...damn! All that hair on top and that pelt across his well worked abs. Shame he felt the need to shave his arms and most of his belly, but you can't deny it shows off his definition. I'm guessing he's straight, and not just put off by you. I mean, you don't look bad yourself man.

But you can't have the guy you desire, so instead of searching elsewhere you come making a wish with me.

You're sure you want to make the wish man? Well too late if you think so.

Zip

"I wish maybe me and older him could both get quite beefier, hairier and maybe both older and really into each other's work friends."

You feel your lycra infused top start to stretch pleasantly as you realise it's happening to you. It's finally happening. You're sexy fit young body is enlarging. Your arms thickening, your chest expanding, your shape reframing.

And as you look over at your heart's desire, you see it's happening to him to, although he seems to already be at least a decade older than you. And damn, look how hairy he is.

You start to get even more excited when you see his hair turn grey.

His powerful muscles continue to grow, as a thin grey layer starts to coat his huge arms. At first, you think it's more grey fur, but then you realise he's gaining a perfectly fitting suit. As it tucks around his crotch so tightly, you start to get horny, and you can see he is to.

He looks confused as these gay thoughts occur to him for the first time, and then his confusion turns into a knowing smirk. He knows he's hot, and he realises what he wanted all along, as he looks you up and down.

Your muscles settled bigger and stronger than ever before as a tight fitting blue suit adorns your gorgeous frame.

Your deep green eyes penetrate your Daddy's gaze and you walk closer. You take hold of his tie seductively and he orders you strip that beautiful suit off, one item at a time.

You feel so sexy being older, and you don't worry that your brain is a bit fuzzier. Obviously, you don't need any smarts in the life of a trophy cub. You exist at your Sugar Daddy's pleasure.

You start to smile, knowing he's objectifying you. And that just makes you harder until your cock is fully erect and ready.

Daddy is excited. He wants you, and he wants you bad! He starts stripping off, and you can't help but adore his beautiful frame. Maybe he's not as hairy as you'd initially imagined, but you know his pits and groin are thick with hair.

And then your work buddy walks in, and you both stop and stare open mouthed.

You can't get over how sexy he is. That was your wish after all. You can't get enough of him and he's into you both to.

Daddy pulls him into a snog, while you watch enviously.

While he gets acquainted with Daddy, it's time for you to get to work servicing them both. As they are your superiors after all. You're just their slutty man boy who they look after so you can 'look after' them.

You get quickly to work on the new guy, while Daddy takes his place preparing you, ready for the fuck of your life.

You don't mind becoming a sex-obsessed porn boy for your Sugar Daddy and his pal do you man?

Ryan exhibits himself in the shower

When Ash grew up

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the vainest one of all..."

Entering the locker room after his first time in the gym, he was simply planning on using the bathroom and leaving the facility with no intention of returning. Instead, he had come close to a mirror to get a closer look at this inscription—the famous fairy-tale adage printed across the top with one notable change: a blank where the original saying had the word "fairest," and no-doubt the reason for the white board marker sitting off to the side. In this case, someone prior had recently written "vainest."

In a confused tone, he read it aloud—still taking in the odd wall art within this locker room and knowing this addition to the saying would never apply to his unremarkable self. But then—turning towards the bathroom stalls—he catches himself in the mirror and flashes his winning smile. He might not have the body, but fuck he had a charming smile... and of course his clear and moisturized skin... and his sharp jawline. Man, this lighting really brought out his jawline.

And same with his pecs. His pecs looked great with his stylish shirt and lit from this angle... He took off his shirt—fuck yeah, his muscles had a great pump after his daily workout.

He messed up his hair—it was messy, but not the right messy, not "hot" messy, except... now it looked fuckin sexy like the rest of him.

He leaned down and flashed his cocky smile to his phone and stopped the tiktok. He'd post it after he changed the funny saying on the wall—was it from... Cinderella? Rapunzel? Either way—he was always the vainest person he know so he figured he'd change it and have a bit of fun with it. He wrote the new adjective down, laughing dumbly before turning and heading off to his appartment to take some pics for his OnlyFans.

Left on the wall behind him was the new adage waiting for the next person who reads it aloud:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hungest one of all..."

He can’t help it. Sometimes when he starts to get turned on it starts to happen. His head goes numb with pleasure, his body swells with size, the need to strip down and get naked grows with him. It never happens at a convenient time except for maybe at a club, but even there he gets so dumb and horny all he can do is really drool and grind with as many boys as he can. He used to be disgusted by what he was turning into but lately he can’t help but find it a little hot, which doesn’t help- just thinking about his dumb hunk alter ego sets it off, makes his skin grow hot and head go foggy. Hes been growing more and more frequently lately and even when he turns back he’s noticed that he’s getting bigger then before. Some more height, some more muscle here and there as though he’s been going to the gym regularly. At this rate soon he’ll just be a horny dumb stud 24/7. But really, what’s wrong with that. In the meantime all he has to do it grow…

Fucking awesome!

Random AI Stuff

As I'm taking a break from packing, I've been making some fun little AI prompts. Maybe I'll write full fledged stories about them in the future. Anyways, here's a few of my favorites:

Some office worker gets a promotion, and immediately upon accepting, his muscles begin to grow to an enormous size to reflect his new higher status in the office.

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Some mischievous gymgoer pranks his rival by slipping some potion into his pre-workout, turning him into a large blueberry in the gym.

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(Not the best, but I like the concept) A beach bully pops some nerd's beach ball, only to inflate and round out as a replacement.

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Cocky bodybuilder turns into an aware statue mid-pose on the beach.

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Policeman gets turned into a hunky stripper after arresting a trickster.

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Stud goes to the doctor to figure out why his muscles won't stop growing.

Techno-Swapped

It was a busy day for the doctor. He had several physicals and one EEG scan scheduled. After managing to grab a sandwich around 12:30 he had the EEG scan at 1:00pm. The man was in to have a scan of his head. The new scanner worked as an enhanced ElectroEncephaloGraph. It had only recently arrived and this was the first use of it at the hospital.

The 21 year old man was short and far below average weight.. His blood work showed he had low pituitary function so a scan of his brain was scheduled to locate any areas of lessened electrical activity.. As he lay in the tube and the scanners rotated around him he wished he could be a big man for once.

His doctor, Abraham Benrubi, was present during the scan to supervise. He was a huge man, almost six foot six and a very muscular 320 pounds. His hair was black and he had a thick salt and pepper beard. He worked out and it showed. His impressive chest, big biceps, and wide shoulders made him appear even larger.

As the imaging finished and his patient was brought out of the machine he greeted his patient. He shook the right hand of the patient, Mark Johnson, with his left hand and casually rested his right on the outer casing of the EEG machine. During this brief contact the machine powered up unexpectedly and a quick jolt of electricity passed through the machine, into Dr. Benrubi's hand, and through his body into Mark. There was a bright flash as the machine shorted out.

Doctor Johnson found himself lying down and realized something had changed. He felt the body he now occupied and his confusion increased. He tried to move but was cocooned in a flexible wrap. A pair of big hands helped out and as he sat he stared up at his own huge body. “Fuck, I’m tiny “exclaimed the Doc in his new body. “And I’m huge," his own voice said in reply. Doc hadn’t realized just how big a man he was. He saw his old body’s bulge and wondered how big his current body’s was.remembered the size of his thick long cock and the fact that he had a tiny one now made him hard. Mark helped him stand and he felt cold in the flimsy hospital gown.

“So enjoying the tiny body Doc?” Mark asked in Doc’s body. “You’re so tiny; like a shrimp. Show me your micropecker.” Doc felt compelled to obey the now huge man so he stood and removed the gown. Mark fingered the less than 2 inch hard cock and Doc began to leak. “So small and little, and useless” continued Mark. “Say it again. Tell me how small I am, “ Doc begged. ‘What the hell?’ thought Doc.This was turning him on.His miniscule cock got hard although it barely passed 3 inches at full erection.

Mark blushed in Doc’s body. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve always been small so I guess I had a lot of negative self-talk in my mind. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Mark had mistaken his former body’s sweating as anxiety.

Doc replied quickly. “No, I mean, I like it. Oh gawd it makes me horny when you say how small I am; especially my cock. Can you touch me and play with this petite body? Show your power?”

“Really? You’re sure? Okay, I guess I can.” Mark took one huge mitt and rubbed Doc’s miniscule cock. The rate of pre doubled and Doc moaned. “Squeeze my little cock, please… sir?”

“Now Mark’s new mammoth cock reacted and it stiffened. He’d never felt so dominant in his life. He smiled and said “Of course, little man. I’ll take good care of you. That’s what giants do. They protect their weaker followers. He rubbed Doc’s balls and Doc expressed a loud “Ugh, fuck” response. In seconds Doc came and the big man was amused. “Wow you even make so little cum huh shrimp?”

“Still enjoying his orgasm Doc managed a weak “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know how hot and cute you are, my mini-man? It’s time to return the favor.” Mark undid the belt of his slacks and his enormous endowment was revealed. “Ok microdude, start rubbing my massive cock and balls.” Doc wasted no time moving over and he began to grope and touch the enormous ball sack and cock.

“You’re so big sir. I love your size but I don’t know why I’m just obeying you sir.”

“Well that’s because that body is naturally submissive.” Mark knew this from his past experiences. He just automatically listened to whoever was in charge. He felt his cock spring out to its full 12 inch erection as Doc began to suck the tip of it through his boxer briefs.He lowered the underwear to let Doc suck the head of his fat rod. “Suck it well little man and you’ll get a reward.”

Doc quickly managed to throat the wide phallus while continuing to massage Mark’s balls. Doc assumed that his current body had experience at taking cock because it seemed automatic to him to slurp it down. “Fuck yeah. You’re one hell of a good cock sucker shrimp! It won’t be long now!”

Hearing this Doc sucked harder and squeezed Mark’s full balls. He could feel the pressure building in them. A few more strong sucks and the huge cock erupted. Cum flooded Doc’s mouth, throat, and even his stomach. The feeling of a belly full of warm cum was a new sensation for him and he loved it. Mark pulled his cock out and gave Doc a full cum facial. Doc laughed.Mark looked concerned and commented “Sorry little guy, I didn't know how much seed this body could make.”

“Is okay.” Doc said as he began to clean his face off. “I love drowning in your seed sir. I’m not actually drowning though sir.”

Mark smiled. “Good tiny, now for the other part of your reward. He lifted Doc up and kissed him on the lips. A feeling like a static shock passed through them and they suddenly were back in their original bodies.

“DAMN, I’m a shrimp again!” Mark cried.

“Hey now it’s okay uh Mark.” he said as he recalled the patient’s name. “We'll figure this out, okay?”

Mark’ eyes were beginning to tear up but he smiled and said “I trust you Doc.It’s just that I really enjoyed your titanic hose and grapefruits you know? I just wish I could …” He walked over and placed a hand on Doc’s groin. Doc shuddered and both watched in awe as Doc’s package began to get smaller and smaller until the cock was barely an inch long. The balls had shrunk down to the size of small grapes. Now Mark began to moan. “Oh Fuck, what’s happening?” he cried as his sack and cock began to inflate.

They expanded rapidly like filling a water balloon. Soon a very wide 13 inch cock and balls as big as grapefruits had appeared. “Fuck yeah! I am hung!” shouted Mark. As he felt the weight of his new genitals his cock began to stiffen. “You know something Doc? I need to take this new equipment for a test run. How about I fuck you, LITTLE MAN?”

Doc’s tiny dicklet got hard as well. He’d never considered bottoming but he felt so submissive to the man with the tremendously bigger cock. It seemed natural to obey again. “Yes sir, please do.” Doc got on the floor and faced his ass at Mark. Mark rubbed the tip of his cock against Doc’s ass and they were soon in a steamy fuckfest.

A while later Doc’s phone alarm went off reminding him he had another patient to examine. He had enjoyed being the little spoon with Mark’s impressive cock inside him but he knew he had to get ready for it. Mark reluctantly pulled out and they both got cleaned up.

“Mark err Sir? Could I have my size back please?” he asked Mark.Although that he knew he was far larger overall it just felt right to call him sir.

“Oh right, sure. Mark blushed again. He had started to get used to being so well endowed but knew he couldn’t keep it. “I’ll just UGH!” Mark felt a twinge of discomfort and immediately his package began to regress in size until it was his usual below average phallus and small balls. Doc felt a similar discomfort and then realized his cock and balls were expanding back in size. In 20 seconds he was as thick as before.

“You know Mark. I think we may be able to swap bodies and sizes again. Maybe even with others too. Let me know when you want to ride my bubble butt okay?” Doc winked and left.

Mark got dressed and headed out to the waiting area. He bumped into a very heavy chested blond man on his way out. The man was annoyed. “Watch where you’re going, shrimp”. This angered Mark and so he thought the guy couldn’t see over his own pecs. Mark knew he could fix that. When the guy bumped into him again Mark concentrated. It only took a few seconds for the man’s huge pec mounds to diminish into an almost flat chest. Mark soon possessed the colossal chest and he loved it although he felt a bit top heavy.

As his balloon chest had deflated the man’s attitude changed as well. “Oh sorry, my bad” he replied as an apology and moved out of Mark’s way. ‘Huh, I guess deflating his chest also deflated his ego. This is so cool’ thought Mark and some fun ideas started to form in his head.

After a fun grope session in the bathroom Mark decided to return the pec mass to the guy he had met. Somehow he knew that the guy’s name was Brad. He imagined the muscle flowing back to Brad and his chest diminished quickly. He was washing his hands when someone entered. It was Brad and he was looking flushed. “Oh damn someone’s in here. Wait, I bumped into you didn’t I?” Brad’s chest was as big as before but his nipples were erect. “I was gonna jerk off while playing with my nips but could you help me, please?”

Mark smiled and helped Brad take off his shirt. Quickly Mark went to work rubbing, twisting and pinching Brad’s nips while Brad stroked his long cock. Mark then teasingly began to suck on Brad’s nips. The blond stud began to moan as the combo of stimulations made him hard. Mark would suck for a while then stop for 30 seconds or until Brad begged him to go back to sucking.

Brad was sweating and that made his pecs glisten. Brad was close to cumming so Mark moved down and tongued Brad’s cock head. He sucked on the tip and Brad began to tremble. In moments Brad’s body spasmed and he came. Mark swallowed the first jet of cum easily. Spurt after spurt shot out of Brad’s cock and his orgasm increased in intensity rather than fading. Finally after a 5 minute orgasm and over ten cum shots Brad was spent.

“Fuck man, I never new a blowjob could be so good. You give better head than any girl I’ve had. I guess guys really do know what another guy wants, huh? I need to try hooking up with guys.” Mark smiled and offered Brad some paper towels to clean up.

“So uhm,” began Brad. “Can you kiss me? I wanna see if I like it.” Mark nodded and the two moved closer. Mark touched his lips to Brad’s for a deep kiss while he grabbed Brad’s ass which began to expand slightly. Mark wondered if Brad’s ass had always been this big, though he realized he hadn’t seen or touched it before now so he might have been mistaken. The two guys exchanged numbers and Mark left while Brad finished cleaning up.

‘Fuck that was hot! Did I give him a nipple kink or make him Bi?’’ Mark wasn’t sure but he knew he had to test out his new abilities. He headed back to his all male dormitory.

Will Smith makes an incredible Genie.

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Tom Holland the bodybuilder

A few people near Tom kept wishing he was bigger, and they got their wish against his will. And some of the kinksters got their wishes granted to, again, against his will.

Tom Holland dreams of finding and becoming an all powerful genie