Confidence

Confidence

Miles had been standing in front of the mirror for so long now that he would have liked to kick it out of his flat right now. “Come on, mate, it’s got to work - now look dangerous. Or angry. Or intimidating, but somehow not as nice and easy-going as usual,” his best friend Gregor cheered him on. It had all been quite surreal since Miles had been given a new colleague to share the office with a month and a half ago. On that day, the worst time of his life had begun. For years he had managed to peacefully coexist with his friendliness and politeness, convinced every strange new colleague to get along with him. Miles was a nice person. Too nice to be honest. Which was exactly the problem, with a colleague who actually reported to him but bossed him around and made Miles do his workload.

So now he stood in front of his mirror in the bedroom and tried to bend his facial expressions in the completely different direction. “That’s good? Can we stop already? Please?” asked Miles in a slightly snivelling tone, scowling as much as he could.

Gregor groaned in displeasure and flopped down on the bed. “It’s not going to work, you look like an adorable little sheep even when you’re not smiling,” was all he said, pointing at Miles’ favourite white jumper and at his soft face, which was usually adorned with a friendly smile. Relieved, Miles relaxed his face again and dropped onto the bed as well.

“I like my jumper, it’s nice and warm and soft,” Miles murmured, looking up at the ceiling. He kept to himself that the jumper also kept some of the rough handling from his new colleague. He regularly got bruises when he was pushed aside when they were alone in the corridor. Mostly when that happened, even sitting on the soft office chair became unbearable after a long time.

Gregor caught just such a spot unintentionally when he slapped Miles’ side. Miles winced slightly, which his best friend would hopefully dismiss as a fright. “And there’s really nothing you can do to get him transferred? Don’t you have people you can talk to?,” Gregor asked. But Miles shook his head again. “That’s the brother of the boss’s daughter-in-law. Old business partner family. He wouldn’t believe a word I said and would only believe that ass,” Miles replied in frustration and closed his eyes. He loved his work very much, but like this every day became a torture.

“Maybe it will get a little better soon, a new job like this can be really stressful,” Miles thought out loud, but didn’t really believe it himself. He heard Gregor exhale. “I know, I know…”, Miles said and decided not to worry about it, at least today on his day off.

The next day, a gloomy Friday, Miles returned to his work at his usual time. But the two men’s office was not neat on Miles’ side, and chaotic on Gilbert’s side, as before, because his colleague didn’t care about anything. It was messy everywhere. The wastepaper baskets had been emptied on the floor, Miles’ desk drawers had been pulled out and their contents scattered everywhere. And in the middle of this mess Gilbert was squatting and swearing loudly and indecently.

The second he noticed Miles, who had frozen and not moved a bit of his body, Gilbert raced towards his colleague and pressed him against the wall, causing the calendar and the clock to fall.

“You little thief! Did you steal my necklace, you pathetic little sausage? I lost it yesterday!”, Gilbert nagged, pressing his forearm against Miles’ chin and neck so that he could barely speak, let alone breathe. Miles wanted to squirm out, but his colleague was stronger. With much effort, he managed to answer after all.

“I wasn’t even there yesterday! You must have lost them, shall I help with…chr…looking?”, Miles offered his help kindly as always, even though his breath was choked off a little because his colleague was pressing his forearm against his neck.

Gilbert smiled wickedly at him. “So you admit you hid it, I knew it was you little rat - if you don’t find that necklace in 10 minutes you’re out of a job. I’m sure Mr Frederick will find it very interesting that you’re embezzling money from the company,” the man said and Miles knew immediately that it was his colleague who was making sure that money kept disappearing from the accounts they looked after. But this threat frightened him. He needed his job. It was paid well. And Miles’ dream job.

“I’m going on my well-deserved coffee break now, loser - remember, the clock is ticking. Necklace or quit,” Gilbert said as he left the office and roughly shoved Miles into the big box with all the paper trash. Miles was shaking all over and waited to get up until he could no longer hear his colleague’s footsteps and cursing. If only Gilbert would never come back. But he would stay, Miles knew that for sure. He swallowed and tried to calm his racing heart again. He had to find the necklace. As quickly as possible. And then… survive would probably be most appropriate. Quickly he hung up the watch again, he only had eight minutes left. Fear choked his throat and panic flew his gaze around their chaotic office. Gilbert hadn’t seemed to care about anything when he was looking. Paper clips, pens, everything was on the floor. And everything was somehow glittery with silver. Miles decided to look on the floor. Surely it had slipped under the desk. So, he slid on his knees across the grey carpet. It didn’t matter to Miles that he could probably reach into something pointy. The fear of his colleague and the dismissal… but especially of his colleague was too big.

And sure enough, there, lying quite innocently, probably just dropped, was Gilbert’s necklace. Miles exhaled in relief and a whole mountain massif fell from his heart. But the second he touched the metal in the form of an iron chain, it suddenly became burning hot and flew suddenly towards Miles’ neck. There it lay around and Miles heard the soft click of the clasp.

The brief moment of relief was gone as quickly as it had come. Panic-stricken, Miles yanked at the piece of metal around his neck, but it didn’t move a bit. It seemed to weigh several tons; Miles couldn’t even lift it easily. It rested against his skin and felt surprisingly warm. “Shit, shit, shit - get off, you dumb thing, I…” he muttered, but now, of all times, the door banged open and Gilbert stood before him. Before Miles could even explain himself in any way, the other man lunged straight at him, bellowing like an ox.

“LOSER, GIVE ME MY CHAIN NOW! I’LL KILL YOU! IMMEDIATELY!” screamed Miles’ colleague and yanked at the chain that was wrapped around Miles’ neck. But as his fingertips touched the chain, he let out a yelp of pain and his figure became more transparent until his empty clothes fell to the floor. Miles stared in horror at the empty air before him and at the place where the nightmare of his last months had just disappeared. There was glitter among the pile of clothes. Cautiously, Miles crouched down and recognised a second necklace that looked like the one around his neck. It was more like a bracelet in the same style. But he hesitated.

Come on, your colleague has disappeared. Take the bracelet too. He doesn’t need it anymore. Come on, Miles… what could go wrong?

Miles almost fell backwards against the cupboard again when he suddenly heard a voice in his head. It was tantalising. Like a low, deep whisper that enticed with the most beautiful things. “What… who was that! Gilbert?!” gasped Miles, looking around anxiously. But the room was empty. Just the mess and abandoned clothes on the floor.

Gilbert no longer exists. He’s in a different place now where he can’t hurt you anymore, Miles. You deserve the bracelet and the necklace. Consider it fate’s redemption, Miles. Enjoy it, I’m sure you’ll enjoy wearing it. Put it on. All of it. Pull. It. ON!

Maybe it was the basic curiosity that was one of Miles’ traits that made him squat on the floor and pull the pile of clothes towards him. He didn’t know. Or maybe it was because he just couldn’t say no. Slowly he pulled the bracelet out of the pile and, like the necklace, it wrapped itself around his arm. Startled, he shook his arm, but like his necklace, it didn’t come off.

“Wait a minute, that’s not my necklace, what am I thinking?!” gasped Miles, but then…. he didn’t know exactly why, but… maybe he could try the clothes on? Gilbert was gone, after all. “Yeah… He can’t do anything anymore…”, Miles muttered and hastily locked the door. He swallowed and took off his clothes. His white jumper, jeans, socks, shoes and lastly his pants. Now he stood stark naked in his office. Only the chain around his neck and the bracelet on his arm covered his skin.

The first thing Miles did was to reach for the white dress shirt that Gilbert wore open at the top all the time, so that everyone could see his hairy, muscular chest. It looked really good on his colleague, Miles had to admit, even if he already hated it. The shirt still felt slightly warm. He lifted it up and sniffed it. It smelled like Gilbert’s perfume. And the worst… like him. “Oh God… Why… does that guy smell so good?” mumbled Miles, sinking into the scent of his vanished colleague. But then the desire to put the dress shirt on was even greater. He wanted it on him. To feel it against his skin.

As soon as the white fabric touched Miles’ skin, he groaned loudly. A shiver ran through him and made his cock stiffen. Miles bit his lip as he strained to fasten the buttons. The scent from the shirt fogged him. And then suddenly there was a tingling sensation on his chest. Hundreds of dark spots appeared under his skin, across his chest, his shoulders, his stomach. It itched terribly. And Miles would surely be even more worried if he wasn’t having such a hard time thinking right now. Dark brown hairs sprouted from the dark spots, curling slightly as they came up for air. Miles could feel them through the fabric of the shirt. But he didn’t care what was happening to him right now. His hands were around his cock. And then… Pain.

Miles gasped, but this time not with pleasure. But because his slender figure began to fill the shirt. His flat chest pressed against the button placket until his nipples were visible through the fabric. Miles groaned again as he felt them rubbing against the fabric. His shoulders grew broader, rounder - like those of someone who knew exactly what exercises were needed for a broad back. Miles’s head fell back. It felt… divine! Like… fucking good! He was breathing heavily. His arms were shaking. With a burning sensation, several tattoos appeared on his unimpressive arms and on his left hand. Only now did Miles let go of himself and raise his hands in front of his strong chest. He looked down. The hairy neckline triggered something in him. Yes, this was what he was supposed to look like. This was what he looked like. Sexy as hell. He wanted more. MORE! The burning continued to penetrate his skin. Twitching violently, his arms swelled. Biceps. Triceps. Biceps. Triceps. More dark spots. More hair appeared on his body. A thick bush of hair spread under his armpits. Sweat was now on Gilbert’s face. There was a crackling in his hands. His fingers widened. Stronger. Calluses appeared. He gripped his chest and felt his hard muscles, barely able to keep his arm there properly. His own thickness hindered him. He was strong. He was…

Exactly. No one will ever stand against you again. Enjoy it. Take the rest. Take Gilbert’s place.

“Underpants… Pants…,” Miles gasped, grabbing the boxers and grey suit trousers. He pulled both over his skinny legs. The smell of Gilbert was getting stronger. Miles seemed to be floating in a cloud. With a familiar tingle, the hair moved further down his body and now slowly covered his legs. When he had pulled up his trousers but couldn’t close them, Miles’ bottom pressed against the back of them first, leaving no imagination as to what a tight ass was hiding behind them. His butt crack was also filling with hair, which was also working its way up his hardening back. His thighs swelled, veritable trunks of strength, his calves though surprisingly narrow compared to the rest.

“Oh God… I want… no… I want… more…” moaned Miles, scratching his chest with one hand, grazing the hair-circled nipples. With the other he stroked his loins, down over his thighs.

Don’t forget the stockings and the shoes, the voice in his head warbled, and almost greedily Miles reached for them and sat down on the floor, breathing heavily and sweating. His body shook. A tremor went through his body with each intake of breath. The black socks slid over his feet and immediately he tucked everything into the dark brown suit shoes. It cracked as his feet grew wider and longer, filling the expensive leather shoes. From a size 8 to a size 13 they grew and were covered in some places by curled hair. The tightness of his shoes felt so right.

You are almost there. Soon you will be perfect. The voice sounded more and more like Gilbert’s. No… Miles let himself fall on his back on the floor, quivering, writhing with ecstasy. ‘Like my voice,’ he said. He could stand it no longer. He smelled his chest. She smelled of perfume. Of Gilbert. No. “Like me, I smell…. like me,” Miles gasped, rearing back when he thought he had to come already. He arched his back, pushing himself slightly into the air.

What had previously been quite respectable, but not exceptional, standing in his crotch became longer and longer under his hasty movements. Miles could feel his heartbeat pulsing. Getting stronge as his cock was getting bigger and thicker. The tingling was back. The few hairs around his cock became a thick bush, connecting to the hairs on his thick thighs. Miles made a gagging sound as his balls grew. They filled the small space between his legs. Walking normally, that was over now. Duck-sized, they now pressed against his thighs, desiring to be emptied.

Let it go. Let go of your old life. Be proud to be Miles. Let. LET GO!

And with a high-pitched moan Miles came, shooting his seed into the air in several spurts, it fell down on him but disappeared into his clothes as if it had never been there. It also hit his own face, covering it with the viscous liquid that no longer contained a piece of the old Miles. His skin darkened and like a shower the new tint spread over his skin. There was a cracking in his jaw. Miles gasped as his features shifted. His jaw became square, his chin sharply defined, his nose more prominent. His hair fell out, but only seconds later he grew a thick, trimmed beard with not a single gap. Thick eyebrows framed his new face, the hair on top of his head remained short, shaved away at the sides.

And with the last shot, Miles’s Adam’s apple pushed forward, his voice deepened, rougher, slightly raspy. A voice to roar with. The thin neck became a broad neck. The chain, earlier hanging almost to his sternum, now rested on his pectoral muscles and sparkled from his chest hair. Darkness fell before Miles’ eyes and he lost his consciousness.

A short time later Miles woke up, still sweaty and on the floor of the office. He raised his hand to his head. He froze. There was a beard. He couldn’t move his arms forward as far as he usually did. Stunned, Miles stared down at himself. There were muscles. Hairy muscles! He knew those muscles. That was Gilbert’s chest. Under Gilbert’s clothes. “That looks good,” it escaped him. He looked like Gilbert. He sounded like Gilbert. He smelled like Gilbert. He was wearing Gilbert’s clothes. And it felt so right. He felt so… sexy. Everything was perfect for him. Tight… and hard. But he wasn’t Gilbert! He hated people like Gilbert!

“No… I… I don’t want this,” he croaked, putting his strong hands over his eyes. His head was buzzing with thoughts and feelings. “I… have to get out of here! Water… yes, cold water, that always helps!” he said to himself, stuffed his cock into his trousers, pulled on his belt and staggered out of the office towards the bathroom.  

Once there, he splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror. The shock was still written all over his face. Carefully, he lifted his hand, on whose fingers single letters were now tattooed, to his cheek. The dark brown beard was incredibly thick and emphasised his angular jaw. From his neckline he could see his hairy chest. The hair wasn’t just there though, it was all over his torso. Muscles pressed against the shirt that barely concealed them.

But above all, Miles felt something else rising inside him that he had never felt before: the feeling of superiority. No one could touch him. He was the best. Everyone feared him. Everyone else was pathetic. He knew everything. He could do anything. He was the best. “Fuck being nice, I’m way too horny to be nice - now I’m going to boss everyone around, oh yeah,” Miles said in a raspy voice and a smile appeared on his face that had never been there before. Miles was intoxicated.

“Gilbert is dead. Long live Miles… and no one else,” he said aloud, feeling his own speech making him horny. He couldn’t work now. He had to train. Afterwards he could rebuke his stupid colleagues. After all, only he was right in this world.

Would Miles perhaps eventually be able to resist the curse of the necklace? Gilbert had also believed that years ago. But the power of the chain was too great. The temptation of all the changes were too intoxicating. The wrath of the imprisoned evil spirit was great and corrupted every soul that came into contact with it. And it seemed to be no different with Miles. The nice office worker had turned into an internally vile monster who terrorised and bossed around his colleagues all day. And found himself very horny in the process.

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Heyhey! :D I don’t think I’ve ever taken this long to write a desired story. And I want to apologize explicitly to @creatively-bankrupt , who wished for this. I really hope you like it and that the length (over 3k words) makes up for the long wait a bit. 😅

To everyone else: thank you so much for the ideas you sent me, I haven’t responded to all of them yet, but I’m determined to! :D With the completion of this story, my request slots are also open again. But there will be a separate post about it, in case someone doesn’t read down to here. 😉

Spontaneous Change: New Guy in Town

Layla was walking in the mall when she felt the tingle and crack. She looked at her hands, as they began to pulsate and bulge. Her light skin began to darken, as she began to cramp. Her red hair began to recede and darken, as her body began to cramp and pulsate. Her she looked as her skin was darkening even more.

Her hands grew larger, as her fingers thickened. Her shoulders and arms began to grow and pulsate with muscle. The veins on her arms began to pulsate, as they continued to swell and get heavier. Her torso began to expand with muscle and girth, as her shirt was getting extremely strained.

Her breasts receded into her body, as they got firmer and larger. Her shirt began to rip, as she saw how dark how torso was. Her nipples got dark, as she felt her firm pec. Her stomach hardened, as his legs were pulsating. His feet were ripping through his shoes, he held his mouth, as he saw his giant black toes wiggling. They continued to widen, as he needed to kick off his shredded shoes, as he looked at his giant feet.

“This is the fucking change” he said holding his neck, as his voice was dropping swiftly to a deep baritone. He kept mumbling as his voice continued to deepen. His legs were getting veinier. His calves and thighs thickened, as yoga pants were ripping apart as his dark legs were becoming thicker and harder. His ass hardened with muscle, as Layla let out a deep bellow.

This neck thickened, as his face began to shift. Black stubble formed on his face. Between his legs, a giant shaft was growing between his legs. His beard thickened, as he felt his massive shaft between his legs. His balls finally dipped, as his face got harder. His nose widened, as his features continued to get masculine.

Havok grunted again, as his changes stopped. The massive black man looked at his shredded clothing. He didn’t even notice the crowd he acquired during this changes. He looked in complete confusion, as someone was on the phone calling the people to deal with this stuff.

It was the night before Christmas and everyone in the Thompson home was sound asleep.

The only sound that could be heard from upstairs were the occasional snores of a few family members, or a gentle giggle from the youngest member of the household. The house was silent except for a soft rumble from outside as snow began to fall in thick sheets. It was peaceful and quiet save for the music coming from downstairs.

"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth..."

A sweet voice sang out loud enough to be heard clearly throughout the house.

Travis lied in bed unable to sleep, he was never one to get into all of the holiday cheer. His brother always invited him over during the holiday season to try and turn him around, thinking that maybe if he spent time around his wife and kids that Travis would grow to appreciate the holiday. Needless to say, it never worked out that way.

He looked over at the clock on his nightstand; it read 11:59 PM. He lay there staring up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity. He felt his stomach begin to growl while he lied in bed and thought that maybe he should sneak downstairs for a midnight snack. There was something about the silence and solitude of the night that always made him feel a little bit more free.

After getting dressed and slipping on his slippers, Travis quietly opened the door to leave his room. He crept down the stairs and began to make his way towards the kitchen. As he walked down the hallway, his ears were flooded with Christmas music and he could see the glow of the lights coming from the tree. He grumbled to himself seeing the spectacle, acting like a true Grinch.

He never understood why his brother and sister in law took this holiday so seriously. They only had one kid yet but they went overboard with decorations and gifts. It seemed to be a competition between them to see who could do better every year.

He stepped into the living room and saw on a table by the tree a tall glass of milk and some exceptionally good looking cookies. He knew exactly what they were meant for but he didn't care. Santa wasnt real anyways he'd thought to himself as he grabbed one and took a bite out of it. His mouth filled with the delicious taste of chocolate chip and vanilla and he immediately felt a rush of energy flood through his body. He chewed slowly and savored each bite thoroughly.

He licked his fingers, greedily trying to get all the crumbs as he began to look down at the rest of them. He picked up another cookie and took a huge bite out of it. They were so good and he couldn't wait any longer. He was already feeling more awake than he had been in days. He quickly gobbled up the last of the cookies and drank down the entire glass of milk. He had eaten them so quickly that crumbs had fallen into his beard.

He rubbed his full stomach as he still chewed on the last of the cookies and felt it begin to gurgle and shake. He wondered for a brief moment if maybe this was a bad idea when suddenly his stomach began to grow. It grew and grew until finally it stretched over his waistline. He reached his arm out to steady himself and held onto the side of the couch. He watched in amazement as his stomach continued to expand into a large round ball.

His pants started to become snug against his growing stomach. He looked down and saw that his shirt was no longer covering him. He began to panic as he struggled to keep his balance and walk around. He tried to take off his shirt but he was too big now to get it over his head. He felt more pressure building up inside of him and he realized that his stomach must have doubled in size.

He began rubbing his large belly as he tried to swallow down the last of the cookies so he could call for his brother when he began to feel the rest of his body begin to swell and grow bigger. His legs swelled up as his thighs jiggled with fat. His arms grew fat and chubby as his biceps bulged. He could feel the extra weight pressing down on him and it made him feel uncomfortable.

Travis stumbled to the couch and collapsed onto it making it creak under his new size. Suddenly his butt widened out as his cheeks became plump and rounded. All of his hard earned muscles were gone in only a matter of seconds. Not only that but his hair was starting to turn white as his beard became more salt and pepper in only a matter of seconds.

He looked down and watched as his pants began to turn red as his shirt became white and hugged his large stomach tightly. The Christmas music was still blaring through the room but now he found himself humming along as he rubbed his exposed belly. As he hummed along to deck the halls, he began to grow older. All his hair turned into a snowy white and wrinkles began to form across his body. Not only that but his large belly began to sag more as it grew a little bit bigger.

Travis couldn't comprehend how this was all happening. All he had done was eat those damn cookies and drink some milk and now everything was changing. He continued to rub his belly as his jaw became more round and his cheeks grew large as the skin on them took on a permeant red glow. His lips parted into a smile as his clothes began to shift once more into a long red coat as a Santa Claus hat formed on top of his head.

He rubbed his belly again as he gazed at himself. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He tried to force himself to calm down and think clearly. He had to figure out what he should do next but that thought was put to the side when he heard foot steps coming down the stairs. He quickly buckled his robe and saw his brothers kid Nathaniel rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he said in his kiddish way "Santa, is that you?"

"Why yes it is." Travis quickly replied as he used his hand to push back his beard and straighten out his hat. He couldn't tell this kid the truth on who he really was after all.

"I told my mom that I wanted a new tablet! She says that Santa only brings us toys and not expensive gadgets!" Nathaniel exclaimed as he sat up on the couch next to him and rubbed his eyes again.

Travis smiled as he reached into his pocket and felt something in it. It hadn't been been there before his change but he pulled a small present out of his coat and handed it to the boy.

"You don't want this tablet? I bet your mom can give it to someone else instead.." He said as he smiled at the little boy.

Nathaniel beemed as he took the gift and opened it. Inside was the exact present he'd been wanting. He smiled and gave Travis a hug.

"Thank you Santa!" He giggled as he hugged him tight.

Travis smiled as he hugged him back "It's nothing." He said as he let go of the boy and let him know he needed to get back to bed. Nathaniel eagerly nodded his head as he ran up the stairs, already starting to play with his new device.

Travis couldn't help but smile as he looked over at the Christmas tree. All of the presents seemed to be untouched and wrapped in colorful paper while the ones under it were all red and white. He could here a clicking on the roof and he immediately knew it was the sound of reindeer waiting for him to take them to next house. He grabbed his large belly as he let out a jolly laugh and knew that maybe he had found a new appreciation for Christmas after all.

The next morning Nathaniel woke his parents up and rushed them downstairs so he could open his presents. They followed behind half asleep but immediately jolted awake when they saw the mountain of presents under the tree. Nathaniel ran over to the pile and began grabbing and opening every single one. He was excited to see what gifts Santa had gotten him. His parents warmly watched him and briefly wondered where Travis had gone when they found a not pinned onto the fridge.

They read it and smiled as Travis wrote that he loved them and apologized for not ever being in the Christmas spirit but he thought maybe all the presents would make up for that. He hoped that they would enjoy their gifts. He told them that he would try his best to make a quick stop by as soon as possible but that it might have to wait until next Christmas.

Caught in The Act

Benny was your average fit 21 year old guy, he ate well and hit the gym every day, mainly to keep his 6 pack and lean figure. He hooked up with guys each weekend for a quick pump and run, But there was one dirty secret he had that nobody knew about. Every day at the gym he’d be on the hunt for a guys sweaty tank, gym shorts or underwear, anything he could get his hands on really, just something drenched in sweat that he could shove in his nose and jerk off to when he got home.

One day he got a bit too brave and started going through a guys stuff before he had even shut the door to the sauna. Unfortunatly for benny the big guy who’s stuff he was looking through had forgotten to take off his watch and turned around to put it back to see Benny with his nose buried in his underwear.

?: Can I help you lil’ guy?

Benny: oh, um, no sorry just seeing if I accidently packed dirty underwear again

?: so why would your underwear be in my bag?

“Fuck” Benny thought to himself, as he stared at the huge guy in front of him, he was surely gonna get the fuck beating outta him for being such a creep.

Benny: o-oh is it? we have the same bag I must have gotten confused how embarrassing

?: you aint foolin anyone tiny

The large bodybuilder smiled, “don’t worry bro, I do the same shit with guys ‘roud here, I’ll let you keep it on one condition..please face time me and cum in my underwear”

Benny was shocked, not only was this guy not gonna beat him up but he wanted a whole show.

Benny: w-what do you mean

?: bro I find it so hot when guys smaller that me stain my massive underwear with their cum.

Overcoming the small moment of shock benny agreed, they exchanged numbers and agreed to face time later that night.

——————

Benny was lying down on his floor staring at the massive bodybuilder on the other side of his phone, he was never into guys like that, too much muscle, but damn did they smell good working out, and it was a perfectly fine trade if it kept him from having his head kicked in.

Benny: okay bro, ready?

?: oh yeah man, you got no idea.

The bodybuilder tried to contain his chuckle, which Benny just wrote off as excitement as he reached into his underwear. Something felt strange though, normally Benny lasted atleast 40 minutes but his whole body was tingling and he thought he was going to cum instantly. Benny felt his body begin to rapidly pump blood into all of his muscles like he was working out, he felt himself widening little by little, he was getting bigger and within a few moments he had gone from athletic twunk to alpha male hunk

Benny: Wh-WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME

?: bro, shhhh, you’re ruining it

Benny: no but like what is happening

?: chill man, I can reverse it after just please finish

Benny was freaking out about what weird situation or deal he had made, his mind was racing, was it some sort of demon of lust? had he been drugged? but still he felt urged to finished the request and he continued to go to town on himself. Each passing moment he felt himself expanding, until something else, he felt sweat begin to drip off his body and saw a layer of shine over his skin. His face began to itch as a beard slowly appeared over his jaw.

?:oh yeaahh…I bet your starting to smell now

Benny was still in a haze of confusion, he had no idea what was happening but the guy said he could reverse it, surely he could, so he decided to ride it out and see where it went.

Itching began all over his body has hair began to sprout from everywhere, his smaller athletic frame had almost tripled in size to that of a armature bodybuilder as a carpet of dark hair began to blanket his body. His new beard thickened as muscle swelled, his six pack faded into a smooth bulk, still showing off a strong core but with the muscles barely visible.

Benny: o-okay bro when is this gonna stop

?: dude I told you relax, enjoy it, I can undo it whenever I want to

Benny: you can definitely turn me back

?: yeah bro, any time I choose

The hair across Benny’s body got worse and worse, he was losing muscle definition by the second, but something he hadn’t even noticed began to make itself known, the mixture of intense hair growth and sweat had caused him to begin to smell just as bad as the underwear he stole from the gym, and it was hot. Benny stuffed his face into his pit as he continued to change and jerk off.

Before long he was covered head to toe in an intense forest of hair, even with his arms by his side the hair in his pits could still be seen, soon he grew itchy and the smell he was swooning over became too much for even his sweat obsessed kink.

Benny: bro, this is getting a bit too much, you can’t smell it but its getting past sexy now

?: just a tiny bit longer

Benny: can you atleast do something about my abs, that was my favourite feature

?: oh god thats so perfect

The bodybuilder’s eyes rolled back and he smiled as Benny felt a cramp in his gut. Each breath he took felt like he had just inhaled an entire meal and he watched his stomach stretch out and become bloated.

Benny dropped his phone on the floor next to him and began to rub his stomach as he moaned from how tight it was, He heard his voice becoming deeper and deeper with each passing second.

Benny: oh bro, wh-what is this I feel like Im gonna explode

?: my bad bro, lets sort that out

Suddenly Benny released to worst burp of his life, shortly followed by a smaller one and than another much larger one, but non of the pressure trapped in his gut was moving, it was lit it was being replaced as soon as it left.

Benny: d - HIC - du - BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP - dude - wh- BURRRRRP -at is this - HIC

?: oh I bet you love that stench. do you love it

Benny: no - BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Benny managed to pull himself up onto his couch, he saw the patch on his carpet where he was laying a massive sweat stain continued to spread on his floor as the rest of the sweat sank into his carpet.

?: god this is gonna be so fucking HOT

Benny looked down at the bodybuilder’s face on his phone, he tried his best to choke down the burping long enough to ask a question.

Benny: please, is this the last thing

?: oh yeah bro, one more and then we’re done

Benny let out an enormous belch that lasted over 10 seconds, the whole time he watched as the bodybuilder on his phone laughed so hard his face turned red. Benny felt his body grow again, every second was another pound of muscle or fat on his already huge frame, the bigger he got the worse his stench became, he begged for it to stop but unfortunately he spent longer belching out pressure that actually saying words. He heard his couch strain under him, it began to slow down, and he was left an enormous beast.

?: oh yeah, look at you now, fuck

Benny moaned in a deep burly voice “HIC-what did you do - BURRRRRRRP - to me - HIC”

?: Turned you into a big muscle slob

Benny: a what 

?: since you love taking guys smelly clothes so much I thought I’d do you a favour and transform you into an enormous stinking muscle slob.

Benny: haha - BURRRRP - ver- HIC - very funny, now turn me back

?: I said I could, not I would, the punishment fits the crime Id say, I watched you take guys stuff to sniff for over a year, now you can spend the rest of your life as a stinking fucking meathead

Benny: UUURP - no, please - HIC

?: please what? cant finish you sentence? are you trying to say please make you twice as big and smelly?

Benny:….

?: no? happy like this? okay you freak, enjoy your life pumping iron and stuffing protein down your throat, but lets make one more change so you can’t complain anymore…

Benny felt something strange in his gut, and from the outside it sounded like an office water cooler gulping alone.

?: So Benny, How do you feel about being a rancid muscle slob?

Benny opened his mouth to respond but was unable too no matter how hard he tried

Benny: BUURRP

The mysterious bodybuilder laughed hysterically at Benny’s words and ability to speak being replaced by pungent protein belches before shortly hanging up on him.

Benny sat on his couch trying to move his monstrous frame, the slightest pressure on his gut caused a stale belch to rocket out of his mouth no matter how hard he tried to hold it in and the stench that radiated from his body made him wonder how he ever found B.O hot to begin with.

As Benny began to waddle around his house he realised his dick and balls had grown too, but unfortunately even step made it feel like down there was being crushed by a vice as it was stuck between his enormous thighs. He found his way to the mirror and saw his underwear stretched beyond belief, it looked like any moment it would split, Benny stared at his freakish body, smelt the rank odour that radiated from his body.

Benny took a deep breath in preparing for a sigh. But he wasn’t even allowed the gift of a sigh on disappointment. As Benny finished breathing in a familiar glugging could be heard from his huge muscle gut, as he tried to breath out his nose he unwilfully opened his mouth.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP

City Boy

“Please don’t break down now. Not here. Anywhere but here!”

Nick had been travelling through the countryside when his rusty car broke down. Nick was a rich city boy. Being stranded in the countryside was completely out of his comfort zone. Nick stepped out of the rickety old car. He was surrounded by nothing but corn fields. Not a single person or house in sight.

Nick began walked along the side of the road, hoping a car would pass by. Nick had been walking for around an hour before he saw something in the distance. It was a house. A big bright farmhouse with a barn out the back. It was the first house Nick had seen in miles. Nick precariously approached the farmhouse. He could see a big hulking farmer feeding cows out the back. The shirtless farmer glanced back at the 19 year old.

“What do you want, city boy?” The reeking man’s voice growled.

The cowboy brought Nick into his home and sat him down in the kitchen. Nick explained what had happened. The cowboy barely seemed to be paying attention. He kept staring lustfully at the 19 year old. His disgusting farm stench filled Nick’s nostrils.

“So city boy, I’ve been looking for some help on the farm” The cowboy said in his southern drawl. “Are yer interested?”

Nick laughed nervously. “No, man. I just need to use your phon-”

“Man?” The cowboy questioned angrily.

USE YOUR MANNERS, BOY

“I’m sorry, sir” Nick blurted out. It was almost as if the words just slipped out of his mouth. As if the cowboy’s words had infected his brain, forcing him to say it. Nick was confused.

YOU WANT TO WORK HERE

“I want to work here, sir” Nick blurted out again. Nick had no control over his mouth anymore. He felt like the cowboy’s puppet. Completely suggestable to everything he was saying. The cowboy’s words embedded themselves in Nick’s brain. His words were not only changing Nick’s reality, but they were also changing Nick as a person...

Nick jumped up from his seat in fear. Nick looked at the hulking cowboy. His 6’8 stature. Nick could smell the cowboy’s hairy body which reeked of pigs and hay. Nick then made a B line for the back door. He needed to escape. What was this man doing to him?

YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY, BOY.

The cowboy’s words buried deep into Nick’s mind. He couldn’t just run away... could he? He can’t just leave the cowboy. It wouldn’t be right. Deep inside, Nick knew it was immoral to leave the farmer, but Nick forced himself to keep running. Nick ran until he reached the front of the farm. He was ready to run back to his car but... his feet refused to bring him any further. His body refused to take a step outside of the farm. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t leave. He was trapped here...

YOU GREW UP ON THIS FARM, BOY

The cowboy’s words began to tamper with Nick’s memories. Nick’s recollection of growing up in the city vanished. They were replaced with fake memories. Memories of growing up in the South. He remembered life on the farm. How he loved milking the cows, feeding the chickens and stacking the hay. It was his favourite thing to do ever since he was a kid. The 19 year old grabbed his head. He knew the memories were fake. But they felt so... real. Wait... maybe they weren’t fake? Maybe Nick did grow up on the farm?

“What are yer doin to me?! This ain’t my home! I’m from over yonder. I ain’t some hillbilly farmboy!”

Nick’s hands clasped at his mouth. Nick’s accent was now completely Southern. There was not a trace of city boy left in him. It sounded like he had never even been to the city. It sounded like the only place he had ever been was.... the countryside.

YOU TAKE AFTER YOUR FATHER, SON

The cowboy began to rewrite Nick’s genetics. His lineage being rewritten. Nick began to forget about his real father. All memories of living with his loving father faded until there was nothing left. But new memories filled their place. Nick’s mind began to be filled with memories of working on the farm with the cowbo- no... not ‘the cowboy’... his father.

Nick’s genes began rewriting themselves. Changing to adopt the genetics of the muscular cowboy standing in front of him. Nick grew in height as his genetics were replaced with the cowboy’s. He went from a generous 5’8 to a monstrous 6’5. Nick’s muscles began growing. His biceps grew bigger and bigger. His chest bulked up. His abs became more defined. His shoulders broadened. His small dainty hands began thickening, turning into big meaty paws. His fingers fat like sausages. Callouses formed on his hands due to the copious amounts of farm work he had done throughout his entire life in the countryside.

His body grew hairier and hairer. His smooth boyish skin became more coarse and manly. His 19 year old face began aging. It aged until the 19 year old looked like he was in his 30s... and that’s because he was. The 33 year old’s face was now covered by a thick manly beard. His testosterone levels sky rocketed. Sweat covered his body, embedding itself in his new body hair. His hairy armpits reeked. He smelled as bad as the pig sty out back. No amount of showers or soap could get rid of the smell. It was the smell of a true country boy. Nick’s city boy clothing began disappearing, being replaced by his milking uniform.

“Pops, what’s happening to m-?”

YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED COUNTRY BOY

Nick was cut off by his father. His eyes grew dim and vacant. His jaw dropped open. Drool began forming in his mouth. Nick’s IQ had plummeted. His IQ went from 140 to 80 in a matter of seconds. It began slipping down further and further.

“NO! POPS, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

His IQ slipped from 80 to 70.

“NO POPS! I WASSA SMART BOY!”

His IQ slipped from 70 to 50.

“NO! I DID DONE WENT TO COLLEGE!”

It slipped down further and further until it eventually fell to a mind numbingly stupid 30.

“Imma dumb farmboy, pops” Nick flexed his massive biceps releasing his pit stink into his father’s nostrils. His father smirked.

A dumb blissful expression crossed Nick’s face. Nick felt so at home in his father’s hands. So safe. So vacant. So dumb.

“Sarry for trynna run away, pops. I dunno whut I were thinkin, sir” Nick rubbed his empty head.

LET’S MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY ME

Nick’s new father clicked his fingers. And with that, Nick felt a swelling in his chest. It felt as if his pecs were filling up. Filling up with liquid. They felt so heavy. The new weight on his chest almost caused Nick to fall over. He shifted his new weight causing the fat pecs on his chest to jiggle. Nick dumbly looked at his tits. There seemed to be a white liquid leaking out of his nipple. It looked like... milk. Nick’s once lean pecs began getting bigger and fatter as they filled up with milk. They looked so heavy. So fuckable. His nipples grew so sensitive. The slightest touch evoking the most intense pleasure. Nick’s father just wanted titty fuck his son right then and there.

“Ma boobs done grown so big, pops”

“As punishment for trying to run away, your fat tits will now supply our farm’s milk” Nick’s father deviously grinned as he stared at his son’s leaking breasts.

Nick’s father forcefully grabbed his son’s nipples and began milking his tits. It felt so orgasmic. So pleasurable. Nick felt his intelligence being milked out of his tits. He moaned in pleasure. The more Nick was milked, the more he tried to fight back against his natural urges. But the pleasure soon became too much for the farm boy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The dumb country boy tried to resist, but he couldn’t help but let out a big

“MOOOOOOOOOOOO”

———————————————————————

And so, Nick lived out the rest of his life on his father’s farm. The dumb country boy happily fulfilled his duties on the farm. He fed the chickens, stacked the hay, let his father cum deep inside his ass. But most importantly, he supplied the farm’s dairy by letting his father milk his fat tits. Nick’s father glanced at the buckets full of his son’s milk. He grinned.

“Go get me some firewood, son. If you disobey, I’ll make it so the only thing comin out that dumb mouth of yours is MOOOOOO.”