Cursed Pigs

Cursed Pigs

Content Warning: Incest, Weigh Gain, Homophobia, Misogyny

Mason was about to go on a date with his girlfriend, he sent a snap to his story to show off his body. Mason was a sophomore in college, he loved to workout, he’s the type of man who could easily steal your girlfriend.

Mason was an arrogant asshole who didn’t care who he was mean to, he was as homophobic as it gets, genuinely being disgusted by gay men. If any girl he dated had a gay best friend he’d force her to drop him, and they’d always listen because he was extremely good in bed. He hated fat people the most, found fat women to be disgusting and fat men to be pathetic. He learned all of this from his father of course, who he was on his way to visit for Labor Day weekend. His father was a muscular daddy type, if Mason had been in his 40s they could be twins.

He couldn’t wait to meet his dad for Labor Day, he and his father and they were planning on going camping. Mason had gotten home and called out for his dad. “

“Dad! I’m home!” Mason walked into the living room where the tv was on and his dad was in his cushioned arm chair, but his dad looked different. His dad had become fat, his once muscular body had been covered in blubber. There was a thick musk in the room, and he was just in underwear that had been clearly stained with cum and piss.

“Dad what the fuck happened to you, when did you become a fatass?!” Masons dad said nothing, instead he let out a rank fart. Frrrrrbbbbttt. “Oh god dad that reeks!” Mason didn’t realize what was on the tv, it was playing a weird sound and as Mason looked closer there were fat fags feeding each other with junk food. “Dad what the fuck are you watching?? What’s wrong with you!” As Mason yelled his minds started to feel numb, he started watching the TV and taking his shirt off.

A drip of drool started to fall from Mason mouth as he watched the fat men stiff each other with doughnuts, cake and burgers. He watched as the fat men started getting fatter, he was feeling hungry. “D-dad… what’s happening?” His dad continued to stay silent as he rubs his stinky crotch. Masons body started to soften, all of the hard work he had put into his muscles was being wasted.

The softening of his body continued, a feeling that was foreign to Mason. “You’re started to look good, boy” Masons father finally said something, his voice had gained a southern twang, which made no sense since they were from Jersey. Mason had a hard time getting his words out, he tried really hard to protest, but his cock was starting to stiffen.

“Da- daddy please… what’s happening?” Mason’s belly started to hang over his waistband, his chest was quickly becoming plump moobs. His v-line has become a u-line. “I-I’m getting fat… daddy why am I talking l-like a fag-got…” Mason grabbed his fattening belly, causing him to moan.

Masons body began to become covered in body hair, where he use to shave regularly, now he looks like he’s never seen a razor. A piercing formed into his nipple, his dad got up and tugged on it. “Smell my musk, boy” Mason’s daddy groped his moobs and played his with sons growing belly. “Mmmm your cock is getting covered in fat, boy. Fat boys don’t get big cocks, you know that piggy.”

Mason reached down and felt that his once 8.5in cock shrunken down to a 3in nub. Fat was swallowing his body and Mason fought with the urge to run and the urge to worship his daddy’s smelly cock. Mason was starting to get smellier and smellier, BO and musk emanating from his body.

Masons transformation was almost over, as his daddy played with his fat belly his brain was becoming foggier and foggier. His cock a useless nub that he can’t use to fuck bitches anymore. The misogynistic muscle head was gone and was replaced by a slobby, stinky fat pig.

What Mason didn’t know was that his father had pissed off a fatass on twitter, and she cursed him and his jock son to be fatass faggots. Because of her, Mason and his daddy were closer than ever before… and they could no longer spew ignorance because they were too busy shoving food into their mouths.

hi i would love if you could transform me into your stupid foot slave.

Clean Slate

“What do you want to be in life?” I ask you as we relax at my place at the end of our date. You give a rather non committal shrug as I peel off my socks and rest my feet on the living room table.

“Huh. No career ambitions? Artist, scientist…cleaner?” I smile at you as you approach and sit across from me, scrunching your nose slightly while the scent of my feet wafts over to you.

“N—no. I guess not.” You reply sheepishly, your eyes leaving mine as they lower to my large feet.

“I’m sure we can find your place in life. You probably have lots to give. Talented at many things. Such as…cleaning.” I sway my feet back and forth on the table as I watch your eyes follow them. “Just keep watching.”

“Huh?” Distracted, you don’t even look away. My feet and their movements were utterly fascinating. “I—I don’t…”

“Cleaning.” I repeat bluntly. “I bet you’re good at cleaning.” Your back bends as you naturally feel yourself lean forward, your head lowering slightly as my feet take up more of your vision. I hear you take a tentative sniff, your eyes glazing over.

Cleaning.

“Cl—cleeaning.” You slur as a bit of drool slides from your mouth. I give a little snicker as I witness you lick your lips. Your head begins to sway along with my hypnotic sweaty feet. Mirroring it’s motion. The smell at this point was incredibly overpowering, burning away your feeble inhibitions. My feet are fucking your mind, my toes pushing to the back of your skull. Reshaping your soft brain like playdoh. Back and forth. Back and forth…

“See, I’m not so much looking for a ‘boyfriend’. Too much maintenance. But I’m sure we can find a use for you. Cleaning clothes perhaps? Maybe bathroom cleaning? No. Cleaning…feet.” I look down and validate you with a smirk.

Cleaning. Feet.

“Foot cleaning. Yes, yes I think that’s your place in life. A mindless foot cleaner. Cleaning my rank feet. You’re very skilled at it.” I assert, placing my hand on your head and guiding you closer. “It’s okay. Some of us are meant to improve the world, some of us are meant to be productive members of society. And some of us, some of us are meant to lick the space between men’s toes.”

“I…no. Please.” You plead as your face enters my feet’s gravitational pull. The musk flowing up your nose and swimming around your emptied, foot fucked mind. They smelled just as you suspected they would, of feet. Your attention is captivated by a bead of sweat on my sole. It didn’t belong there, there on my perfect feet. You feel an impulse growing. A need. You needed to…needed to…

“Clean.” I answer for you. Making everything suddenly fall into place. It just made sense. “Clean my stinky feet.”

You shudder, any hint of resistance fading in an instant. Your mouth obediently opens and your tongue glides down the length of my sole, picking up all the sweat and grime that gathered from our long walk. The taste is sour and foul but for some shameful reason, that stirs your cock. You didn’t want this, but not wanting it made you so unbelievably hard. My feet had successfully hypnotised your mind, conditioning you to kneel at the mere sight of them. Seeing my sole was the only trigger needed for your mouth to water, for your thoughts to dissipate. For you to become no more than a rag to wipe my feet clean.

“Always glad to see someone enjoy their job so immensely.” I bend forward and pin a little badge to your shirt. The two words printed on it in basic typeface describe your entire existence ‘Foot Cleaner’. Now no one, including you would be confused about your role in life.

“Cweeann siiir.” You moan with a mouth full of my flavourful foot cheese.

I laugh above you, flexing my arms as you perform your job. “Good boy. Good foot cleaner. Lick every inch until they’re glistening with your saliva. Aren’t you happy I helped you find the height of your aspirations at the bottom of my feet. Dumb idiot.”

“Yusss, thank you sir.” You wanted to be a good obedient boy for master.

“Shut up and work.” I shove my feet into you, rubbing them across your face. “I expect my feet to be spotless slave. You will be here every evening from now on to fulfil your duty. And then you will pay me for the privilege like the pathetic foot slut that you are.”

Do I make myself clear?

Dumb boy~

Don't you know you're cursed?

The more you fight it, the more you'll grow~

Don't worry, you deserve it.

Jun Gets Huge

Jun was a young fairly unassuming university student, he’d been working out for years and at 22 he had a great sleeper build under his shirt but many people thought he was just an average guy, unless he took his shirt off and flexed. Whilst Jun was incredibly proud of his progress part of him wanted to be one of those enormous beasts who waddled around in a tank and skin tight gym shorts however his personal values of permanently natural gains kept his temptations at bay, maybe in a few years he wouldn’t have to announce people that he considered himself a bodybuilder.

Jun was leaving the university campus gym when he bumped into a guy coming in.

“Oh shit, sorry Jun”

“OH, errr, hey, hey there, heyyyy Mike…Mikey….my bro…my, eh, haha” Jun nervously scratched the back of his head as he locked eyes with Mike.

“hah, yeah man, anyway just gonna, squeeze past you and..”

“OH RIGHT SORRY LET ME GET OUT OF YOUR WAY” 

Jun’s face turned bright red and he squeezed himself against the doorframe. Mike chuckled and squeezed past him, rubbing against Jun due to the lack of space in the door. Mike grabbed Jun’s pec and bicep as he finished getting past and jokingly said.

“Damn bro, gettin big” Mike winked at Jun.

“AH, yeah, ummm, thanks bro, yeah I’m, I’m a body….well I’m a bodybuilder so”

“yeah man I know, all natural, you’ve told me before” Mike chuckled at Jun’s nervousness as he turned away and walked into the gym

Jun let out a sigh of embarrassment and made his way to the bathroom to calm down. He saw himself in the mirror, he had a great pump and looked good in his shirt, he snapped a pick to add to his progress folder. He still didn’t have any shirtless progress pics as he was too embarrassed to take any. He thought when he was skinny that when he finally worked to get big confidence would come with the muscles but he was still the same easily embarrassed dork he was years ago.

Walking home from the gym Jun could see his pit stains from working out and he could smell his body odour. He was proud of the displays of hard work…but he also hated them, he always dreaded having to stop in at the shops on a Thursday afternoon to grab dinner on his walk home after the gym but he didn’t have his pay come in until after lunch so he couldn’t get food before.

Jun stood in front of the small supermarket dreading having to go in, it was a small family run business and there had been a few comments from the older couple that owned the place asking if he was a tradie because of the afternoon sweat. Jun put his nose to his arm pit and grimaced at the smell, he began to get nervous thinking to himself his pit stains were worse than normal. 

Looking around Jun was procrastinating going in the store when he spotted a small stall in the almost empty carpark. The afternoon sun was hitting the shiny metallic cardboard, making it almost impossible to read. With a slight interest, and not wanting to be in a closed space in his current state Jun walked up to the stall. 

“Good afternoon young man, something catch your eye?” an man in his mid 40s greeted Jun

“Good afternoon, ummm, what are you selling”

“oh ho ho, straight to the point I see big man, I think I got a few things you might like” 

Jun’s ears perked up being called ‘big man’ he was slightly embarrassed but also happy his sleeper build wasn’t being overlooked. The stall keeper gestured down to a set of men’s chain necklaces. All of them seemed fairly cheap and Jun was sure they’d leave a green line around his neck once he was done wearing them but one caught his eye. A gold chain that looked like it could be from a professional Jeweller, he began to pick it up when the man interrupted his thought.

“Ah, an incredible choice man, it would look incredible on you” the man was clearly trying to sell Jun on the chain but it was working.

“ye-yeah, it looks great, but I just can’t afford it, I’m on student benefits” Jun shrugged his shoulders

“oh come on man, a young bodybuilder like yourself has gotta have some bling around his neck”

Jun’s ears perked up once again has his heart started pounding in his chest. He had struggled to call himself a bodybuilder in the mirror, let along tell people but being called one out right had him spiralling with emotions, pride, embarrassment, joy, shame, his storm of thoughts was interrupted.

“ya know man, these things don’t cost money?”

Jun snapped back to reality “free? really, the one I picked looks expensive”

“well I got no use for it mate, It’s not my style and I really don’t like what’d it’d do to me, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it at first”

Jun raised his eyebrows “what do you mean?”

“don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love it, just make sure you figure out the cost before you don’t wanna pay” The man smiled and put the expensive chain in Jun’s hand “have a good week my man”

Jun thanked the man and turned and walked away, he looked down at the expensive chain in his hand, he had no idea what the man was talking about but he assumed the guy was high on drugs and would regret handing this away for free. Either way Jun shrugged it off finally going into the shop to buy his Dinner.

—–

Jun sat with his back against his couch watching TV. He placed his empty bowl from dinner on his coffee table as he finished chewing his food. Jun turned his head and sniffed his arm pit, it smelt fresh of pine and sea salt from his ‘X-TRA MAN’ cheap soap but the joke the store owner made about his sweaty pit stains had him questioning how awful he smelt even after he took a 40 minute shower and knowing he smelt fresh his insecurities kept stinging his self-esteem.

Jun looked over at the gold chain he had set down on the coffee table, he picked it up and looked at it. It definitely looked a lot more expensive than the others, it wasn’t likely to give him an oxidisation mark…and even if it did it wouldn’t be too bad he could wash it off. Jun shrugged and put it on. It dangled from his neck, he began to feel strange, his stomach felt warm and the feeling spread out to his entire body. He saw his biceps begin to deflate every so slightly. Jun’s eyes widened but then he noticed the shrinking stopped as his bicep peak became more defined and his veins became more prominent. Jun heard his stomach gurgle and he lifted his shirk to see the slight slight amount of fat he had covering his six pack melt away and his abs become more defined. Jun’s mouth fell open as he watched his body fat shrink and his muscled become even more defined, he wasn’t due to start cutting for another 4 months but he was getting a summer ready body in a matter of minutes.

After 10 minutes the changes had stopped and Jun was standing almost naked in front of his mirror, he had taken almost 40 photos already, before tonight he could never in his life imagine taking a shirtless pic of himself let alone ones of him in his underwear but he couldn’t take his eyes off his body, all thoughts of embarrassment or shame had completely left his mind, Jun took a confident pose and took another picture whilst practicing pick up lines in the mirror.

“oh yeah Mikey, this, yeah well I’m a bodybuilder cutting for a show…”

Jun threw himself back on his bed chucking his phone to the side whilst laughing and running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to him but he kissed the chain and stared up at his roof feeling his defined abs until he passed out and fell asleep.

—–

In the morning Jun was woken up by the vibrating of his phone alarm on his bed. He opened his eyes and instantly jumped up and inspected his body, he flexed his body, he felt bigger than yesterday but was still lean like when he fell asleep. Jun couldn’t help but confidently laugh at himself. He still couldn’t get over how incredible he looked. He wanted to go to the gym and see if he could improve on any of his personal bests. Jun picked up his phone and called his campus gym ahead of time.

“Hey man, umm can I get one of the smaller rooms to use”

“oh sure, what room, do you want one of the group training rooms or is this for a sports club meeting”

“actually I was hoping for the photo room, if, if non of the sports clubs have any shoots booked for the newsletter” nervousness began to creep into Jun’s mind

“oh no, the room isn’t book for another 3 hours, I can book it for you if you can get down here before then I just need a name”

“yeah sounds great! I’m leaving my place now be there in about 20 minutes, can you book it for Jun-” 

“Oh Jun hell yeah man” the receptionist cut off Jun before he could give his last name “I’m proud of you man, I know you had some issues with photo’s itll be really good for you to get a few pics of yourself lifting and the lighting is great for shirtless pics”

“eerrr, umm , ye- yeah thanks mans” Jun’s voice started to quiver 

“Don’t worry man, Ill make sure you got all the privacy so you can work on that confidence, see you in a bit bro”

Jun brought the phone down to his side, complete embarrassed at how nervous he seemed over the phone, now everyone in the office would be talking about working on his body confidence. He took another look at himself in the mirror and gripped the chain around his neck letting out an embarrassed sigh readying himself to go.

—–

Jun entered the gym, he was hot from the morning sun on his back and he could feel how it stuck to his back from the sweat. He politely took the code for the photo room from the front desk and made his way to the room. Shutting the door he checked the door was locked 4 times before walking away and taking his shirt off. He saw the sweat stain on the back of his shirt and frowned, thinking the people at the front desk surely made jokes about him as he walked away, he looked up in to the wall mirror at his shredded upper body and his frown sheepishly turned into a smile.

Jun spent a few hours working out with what little equipment was in the room giving himself a monster pump and taking as many pictures as he could. It didn’t take long before his pants were off and he was taking photos of himself in a jockstrap. He bought the jockstrap a few years ago when he finally filled out a shirt thinking he was gonna get laid but he was always too embarrassed to wear it on a date but he finally felt he looked good enough to pull of something like this, even if the photos were only for himself, he purposely flexed his glutes in side on pics to make sure it looked good.

Jun noticed in his pics his muscles were looking even fuller. He looked the best he ever did. He turned face to the mirror, putting the chain partly in his mouth, smirking at himself as he snapped a sexy thirst trap.

Suddenly the locked door swung open and Mike walked through. Jun saw Mike walk through the door and see everything in the reflection of the wall mirror, and he saw Mike’s smirk as he looked down at his ass. Jun’s eyes widened in shock and he dropped to the ground scrambling to pick up his clothes and gym towel to cover himself up.

“I- errr, I’m sorry, I- I had no idea my time was up, I” Jun sputtered as he quickly squirmed into his shorts.

“no no, I should have knocked, I should be apologising man, I didn’t mean to freak you out”

“I didn’t mean, I’m sorry I was…ya know….” Jun continued to get dressed and tried his best to hide his body.

“man, you seriously looked good, if you don’t mind me saying, It good to get photos for yourself…unless it was for…someone special?” Mike widened his eyebrows and smirked

“Oh, haha, no no no, they were umm, they were just for me, I just, I finally was confident enough to take, a shirtless photo and it sort of got out of hand and-”

“Im glad bro, I’m seriously glad you were able to take that step for yourself, although I must say, that last photo would get a girls heart beating” Mike began to walk over from across the room

“haha, maybe, but I am more into….I’m more into guys, I know that can weird some guys out but..yeah”

Mike stood face to face with Jun “I’m glad to hear that man, I like guys too”

Jun’s heart started to beat out of his chest, the smell of Mike’s aftershave was making him want to tear his clothes off.

“Ya know bro, I’ve been waiting for you to take a hint and ask me out” Mike placed his hand on Jun’s shoulder

“Sorry man, I’m…hah…I’m real bad at signals”

the two men shared a laugh for a moment, Mike tried to make an advancement and kiss Jun but Jun’s shyness got in the way.

“So….could I take you out on that…date” Jun said with his typical nervous tick of rubbing the back of his neck.

Mike traced a finger between the line of Jun’s pecs “yeah, I’d love that I’ve always wanted to say I went on a date with a bodybuilder”

Jun’s heart started pounding even harder in his chest, he always wished people would call him that, but he could barely call himself confidently and now his biggest gym crush was not only going out on a date with him but calling describing as his dream.

“hah, o-okay I’ll, I’ll text you” Jun began to giggle as he walked past mike

“looking forward to it big guy” Mike smirked

Jun looked back at Mike as he was leaving, giving a cute little smile as he clumsily tripped forward over his own foot, almost falling over. Mike let out a chuckle and smiled back.

After Jun shut the door, a sudden wave of excited nervousness hit him. He pulled out his phone and loaded up the picture he took as mike entered the room. He stared at the cocky smile and wished he could be this incredibly confident meat head. With his thumb shaking over the send button Jun quickly sent Mike the thirst trap with the caption.

“so does it get the boys hearts racing too?”

Suddenly Jun’s heart settled, all anxiety and nervousness vanished from within him and he stood up straight, his shoulders shot back and he gave himself a confident smirk in the reflection of the window. The chain necklack began to glow every so slightly at his touch. He looked down at it, a voice in his head said it was time to take it off, he had become the man he was dreaming of and he shouldn’t wear it any longer unless he wanted to pay for it…but a tiny part of Jun was still nervous, he thought he’d keep wearing it, just until he sets a date with Mike and takes him out….after all it was just a voice in his head, some part of his anxiety telling him there was a price behind this miracle necklace.

—–

Jun woke up the next day a few minutes before his alarm, instantly he was hit with a wave of hunger, he heard his stomach audible growl for food and he sat up rubbing his stomach. He felt heavier than he did the day before, bigger, bulkier and then he saw it in the mirror, his body had increased in size once again but it wasn’t just his muscles that had swollen in size, he no longer had the perfectly shredded body, instead he looked like he never stopped bulking, but he still looked a lot better before he had even began to change in the first place. Whilst he missed the perfectly cut body he’d rather get the bulkers physic back now before cutting season rather than in the middle of summer. Jun flexed his arms in the mirror, he was a lot bigger than yesterday and almost twice as big as the day before that. He could still see his abs and he flexed those too, not as impressive as yesterday but he still looked incredible. With his thumb and pointer finger he pinched his gut to gauge the bulk but exploring his bigger size was cut short but another audible growl from his stomach.

Jun made his way to the kitchen and began to poor himself a bowl of cereal, but hearing and feeling his stomach’s angry requests he decided against a normal bowl and pulled out a small mixing bowl he was gifted when he moved out. Half a box of Milo Protein cereal and almost three quarters a carton of milk later Jun was soon leaning on his kitchen bench watching YouTube on his laptop as he practically inhaled the bowl. With each bite Jun would take a slurp to try and pull the milk on his lips into his mouth but he didn’t get all of it, the drops slowly made their way to his chin, which he then tried to counter by periodically wiping his chin with his bare forearm but that still wasn’t enough, aside from transferring some of the mess to his forearm which then began to run down his arm slightly the milk still began to form a stead stream dripping off his chin onto his chest and running down his abs. After Jun finished his bowl he chucked it in the sink, drank the rest of the milk straight out the carton and picked up the box of milo protein reaching his milk covered hand in to grab a handful of dry cereal and shovel it into his mouth as he walked back to his bedroom. 

Seeing himself in the mirror Jun finally noticed the state he was in.

“fuuck, I need a shower” he said to himself out loud shovelling another handful of try cereal into his mouth.

Jun stared at himself as he chewed trying to work out how he could allowed himself to look like this, he hated his workout clothes getting sweat stains mid workout but now he looked like a total slob. He had half finished his thought and his mouthful when his jaw fell slack and he instinctively tightened his core.

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP

Jun filled the room with a guttural belch. He finally snapped out of it and grabbed what he thought was a towel off the back of his bedroom chair, he wiped the milk and crumbs off his body with a small balled up piece of clothe, Jun finished by wiping his face, once he did he unballed the clothe revealing it was in fact a tank top which he put on without thinking.

Seconds later Jun hit himself in his head with the palm of his hand realising how much of an idiot he was for putting on the shirt he just used to wipe himself down. Deciding not to go out, even to the Gym because he was clearly having an off day he instead dropped to his bedroom floor and began a quick set of push ups. He wasn’t even 3 push ups in before he began to sweat like a pig and he didn’t even realise.

—–

The next morning went very similar for Jun, waking up seeing himself bigger, and starving. So hungry he could eat his entire pantry. He didn’t go out to buy milk so instead he ate the entire spare box of cereal he kept in the pantry mixed in a big bowl of water mixed protein shake. It sure wasn’t the most tasteful thing but it sure hit the spot and kept his stomach from eating itself. He had yet again made an absolute slob of himself but blamed it on how invested he was in his morning YouTube video. He cleaned himself up with the same shirt but managed to avoid putting it on, instead tossing it to his bedroom floor and heading in the bathroom for a shower.

After getting out the shower Jun stared at himself in the mirror admiring how big he had gotten, he never wanted to touch roids no matter what, fearing what they would do, but this necklace had finally helped him reach his dream of being huge. As he admired his body his stomach began to grown, not from hunger but from processing the family sized breakfast Jun ate to himself. He tried his best to worship and enjoy his new size but his concentration kept being broken by the bloating and painful pressure in his gut as his abs fought to maintain their shape, along with the occasional belch.

Jun’s bloat finally dissipated and he decided to go to the gym. Finally confident to step out his door in a tank top and gym shorts Jun began his walk to the gym with a strut but soon the strut turned into his regular non confident walk. The hold midday sun beating down on him and the sheer amount of energy it took to move his new size meant he was sweating before he even made it out of the campus village. It soon became so bad he could smell his own body odour before even half way along the walking trail. By the time he got to the gym his tank was coated in sweat and he was slightly out of breath. Opening the door to the reception area a personal trainer greeted him.

“WOW JUN BRO YOU COMIN OR GOIN HAHA” the trainer laughed

Jun was shocked that the comment was about his sweat and not about how much size he had gain in just a few days. Jun quickly came up with an excuse about going on a morning run and went to go on through to the weights room, the trainer learnt over from the desk and grabbed his arm gently stopping him.

“err hey man, maybe you wanna use some of the complimentary deodorant? because well, phew if you catch my drift”

a wave of embarrassment flooded Jun’s head, his biggest fear was being asked to put deodorant on he wanted to leave straight away, go home crawl in his bed and die, but something else. His dick became slightly hard in his pants and he could feel a few drops of pre staining his underwear. Jun sheepishly took the can of deodorant he was offered and sprayed it all over himself almost using the entire can, but it didn’t make a difference. He lumbered his massive frame into the gym for his workout.

There was barely anyone inside the weights room, which was pretty common, not many people lifted weights every day on campus but the handful of people in the gym stared at Jun in awe of his massive frame. Jun expected someone to comment on the amount of size he had gained in such a short amount of time but no one did, it was like everyone but Jun was unaware of how his body was changing. Jun kept to himself, working out to his normal routine, trying to figure out what his new max out weights were. He sheepishly turned around every now and then between sets, the comment on his body odour from the receptionist had him worried he was stinking up the entire gym. People left as they normally do but in Jun’s mind they were leaving because of his smell. After finishing his workout he was craving a protein shake, normally he’d pack a capful of powder into a small container and have one after his gym session but with how hunger he was this morning he though packing 3 scoops and 3 protein shakers would be better. He stood by the water fountain refilling his shaker and mixing up a protein shake. Chugging them down one by one his mistakenly spilt some on his sweaty tank top. He had become a lot clumsier the past few days but he wrote it off as simply trying to work out his hand eye coordination with his new size.

Jun finished the final mouthful of his last shake, he soon heard his stomach gurgle processing the food. Jun let out a discomforted moan as he placed a hand on his slight bloated six pack when he felt his throat and cheeks suddenly fill with pressure.

UUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!

Jun let out an enormous belch, his face turned bright red and he thanks god no one was in the weights room with him. It wasn’t even a few seconds before Jun was forced to belch again. He rubbed his handed on his bloated abs and looked at himself in the mirror, a expression of discomfort was painted across his face as his mouth opened, unable to choke down his bloat.

BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

Jun stared at himself in the wall mirror of the gym as he let another belch out of his mouth, but this time he noticed something else, as he burped his body increased in size, soon a cacophony of burps, belches and moans of discomfort escaped his mouth one after another and with each one he grew slightly bigger.

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!

His chest filled out his shirt stretching the sweat soaked fabric,

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!

His shoulders bulged out more dwarfing the thick tank top straps that rested on them,

“oohhh, eerrrr, ow why am I so…….blo- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!!

with the final belch releasing the last of the pressure in his gut his Lat and back widened, giving space and support for his chest to expand further, his arms swells with size and the sweat tank top that always had a few holes forming was suddenly torn into oblivion.

Jun stood staring at himself in the mirror, taking a moment to catch his breath, his shirt was gone and only a few tiny pieces remained of it on the floor. You couldn’t even tell it was once a shirt. Jun’s face once again turned bright red and he decided it was best to try and sneak home, maybe take a few days off the gym or off from going out at all until his body became stable and he could get a more fitting wardrobe. Jun walked out the door to the weights room and tried to sneak out of the reception area without making conversation. A loud voice from behind the desk made him want to run but it was too late he had been spotted.

“HEY JUN, hey man got a sec?” the receptionist politely asked

“errr, yeah man, just, make it quick I gotta go” Jun could feel a tiny pocket of air in his gut making him feel bloated and he wanted to get out before it was too late.

“Listen bro, I know you are proud of your progress, but dude you gotta atleast wear a shirt in and out the door”

Jun was confused, he had just been seen an hour or so ago walking into the gym wearing a sweaty tank top by the same guy and now he’s being told he had to start bringing a shirt to the gym.

“we all know you wanna show off man, you got a great body, but it can be intimidating to some of the smaller guys ya hear?”

“ummm, ye-yeah sure man, sorry, I’ll be sure to bring a shirt next time” Jun simply agreed with him wanting to get out before he exploded in this guys face

“oh and Jun bro, for the last time man, you gotta wear deodorant, I dont care if you shower at home but bro you stink something awful after you work out”

Jun nodded and turned away, partly to leave, partly to shield his embarrassed expression once again he dick started to become hard from the comment about his odour. He quickly made his way to the door feeling the last bit of pressure in his gut moving upwards, as he got to the exit it swung open and Mike pumped into him as he came through the door.

“oh hey Jun” Mike smiled

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Jun couldn’t hold it back any longer and he belched right in Mike’s face. There was a moment of silence. Jun was mortified but before he could apologise Mike broke the silence with a chuckle.

“Hah, damn mate, phew that was a big one, how many protein shakes have you drunk today that stunk” Mike laughed fanning the air away from his nose.

Watching Mike laugh at his mishap sent Jun over the edge and his already hard dick began to let go and pump cum into his underwear.

“ah, s-sorry man, I just, I gotta go” Jun barged past him almost knocking Mike to the ground

Mike grabbed Jun before he could fully get away, although Mike was practically dragged along for a bit by Jun’s bullish figure. “hey man, so how about that date? maybe tonight”

“yep, sure sure sure, errrr, text me, gotta go” 

Jun pushed out of Mike’s grip without fully realising what he had agreed too. By the time Jun made it to the end of the carpark he finally realised what had happened, he had just agreed to go on a date and he had no idea what would happen, was he gonna grow on the date? what if he started sweating like a pig? what if he couldn’t stop burping long enough to talk? Jun bit his lip with worry feeling his dick pump the last ropes of cum into his underwear. He looked down at his compression pants barely seeing them past his pecs and he saw a massive wet patch covering his groin and running almost down to his knee from where he filled his pants with cum. Jun bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck and stared to make his way home, sweating more with each step.

—–

After a quick stop at the local clothes shop buying the largest sized shirt he could possibly find along with the largest pants Jun finally had something to wear that wouldn’t split in two if he sneezed. Jun had got home and instantly got in the shower, he desperately wanted to get the stench of B.O off his body as quickly as possible and after 2 hours of non stop scrubbing (and struggling to wash his own back and shoulders) Jun finally no longer smelt like a gym rat. Just in time too, Mike had messaged him wanting to meet up in just 30 minutes. Jun squeezed into his clothes, whilst they fit him it still was a tight fit but he took a moment to admire himself in the mirror. The godlike body of his dreams, hopefully now all the transformation stuff would stop. He flexed his powerful arms and felt confident for the first time all day. The necklace began to glow and Jun brought it up to his lips giving it a quick kiss, he just needed it or tonight, to keep the confidence until the end of the night, then he was locking this thing in a draw. Jun called for an Uber not wanting to get sweaty from the walk, however he had to call a second as he didn’t fit into the first one that arrived at his house.

Jun arrived at the restaurant feeling slightly underdressed that all the people around him but he ordered a drink and waited for Mike to arrive.

Mike finally arrived and Jun smiled at him from across the room. The two got a table together and began to talk about the menu. Jun took a moment to realise how big he had actually gotten, Mike used to look him in the eye but now he would be staring straight at Jun’s pecs if he didn’t look up at him. When Jun sat down in the chair he heard it strain and groan under his weight, it sounded like it could break at any moment. He lent forward on the table and within and instant the whole table had tilted up in his direction, the plates and cutlery slid down towards him and Mike scrambled to secure his drink.

The two exchanged a laugh at the situation, ordered dinner and got to talking.

“So Jun, I gotta ask, why’d you wanna be a bodybuilder not just a gym guy”

Jun’s dick got hard again, being called a bodybuilder made his heart beat fast, he was finally being described the way he had always wanted to be, with his dick starting to twitch in his pants and a read blush starting to cover his face his voice started to quiver and the confident façade he started the night with fell down.

“I- hah, well I, just kinda well, haha, well I liked big guys and so…ummmm.yeah”

“so you wanted to be a big guy?” Mike smiled

“haha, ye-yeah” Jun took his massive arm and scratched his neck, the nervousness in him began to swell outwards and the necklace began to glow slightly

Jun looked down and saw the necklace glow, he noticed Mike clearly couldn’t see it and so he tried to ignore it but a slurry of intrusive thoughts began to flood his mind

“oh god….what if I burp in his face again, what if I become a big sweaty mess, oh fuck what if I grow out of these clothes” Jun couldn’t concentrate on the other questions Mike was asking him he was too trapped in his own head. He felt the muscles under his clothes tighten and he saw the veins in his forearm flair out, he watched as his hands became a bit meatier and his body began to swell with mass but no body around him seemed to notice. Jun could hear the sound of fabric straining and felt the back of his pants become tight and start to pull down revealing his underwear as his ass filled with muscle. The fabric around his biceps began to rip. Jun tried to focus on what Mike was saying but he couldn’t stop worrying he was going to erupt out of the shirt any second. Jun began to sweat slightly but when he noticed he started to panic internally, soon the slight sweat on his brow has become huge unignorable pit stains on his shirt and a massive sweat stain on his back that looked like a river. Jun began to smell his own odour, he used as much deodorant as he owned but it clearly wasn’t enough.

“so did you come straight to our date from the Gym?” Mike asked

“huh, errr, no, I got ready at home I showered, I, I promise”

“No need to hide it man, I can smell you from here….don’t worry though I kinda like it”

Hearing those words made Jun’s dick harder than he’d even been in his life and he felt as a river of cum started to floor his underwear.

Jun tried to enjoy the evening, he had to order 3 meals just to feel slightly full but whenever her heard Mike mention something about his smell, or his size or his eating he could help but find himself getting worse and worse, growing slightly bigger, sweating slightly more and whenever Mike cracked a joke at his expense he unloaded into his pants. At the end of the night Jun thanked Mike for the date but turned down his offer to go home with him.

—–

Jun turned sideways and squeezed through his front door, he shut it tight behind him and leant against it letting out a deep sigh. He stuck his nose in his pit and turned away at the stench, he walked forward towards the mirror in his lounge room and looked at his sweat covered body. He shirt and pants had started to rip he let out a small burp to his reflection looking at the beast he had become. His insecurities about his stench and lack of confidence raced to his mind and the necklace began to glow again, a very faint glow, like a light that was about to burn out. Jun watched as his body swell again in the mirror, the clothes tore off like nothing and he was left standing there in his cum and sweat soaked underwear. Hair started to sprout on his body and the stench set in deep.

Jun stood in his lounge room wondering how he got like this..then he thought back to all the times he grew, every time he was worried about his smell, or sweat, the only time he got growth with no side effect was when he was confident. He figured it out, that was it. Jun stood up, put his shoulders back and grabbed the necklace, he focused on just being a bodybuilder, having men admire him, having guys want to worship him, and imagined strutting around in a tank and gym shorts. Jun felt a tingle of energy in the necklace when it began to fade, in his hands the bright gold turned to a brown rust and the necklace crumbled to dust in his hands and around his neck.

Jun started to panic when he felt a strange sensation in his body, his core felt tight, strong he began to breath heavy, Jun tensed his core and….

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!

Jun let out a massive belch that rang out through his entire house. The realisation Jun had run out of magic hit him, he had finally cracked the code, but it didn’t matter now.

Jun took another look at the sweating beast in the mirror, he scratched his ass almost against his will, feeling the damp sweat soaked fabric. He took a deep breath in, he could smell his god awful stench even without lifting up his pits, he had turned himself into a disgusting bodybuilding slob without realising…

Jun’s mouth fell slack has he looked at his grotesque that barely fit in the mirror…

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!

Flame On

Timothy was going to be something special. At least that’s what he’d always have dreamed of. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to be a scientist. Whereas most people would’ve gone out of the astronaut or scientist or fireman stage in their teenage years, Tim found himself rather good at holding onto his dreams. Stubbornness and ambition had created the perfect cocktail of the unrelenting scientist, so much so that everything in his life took a step back compared to his work.

Even himself.

He didn’t mean to ‘lose’ himself, but when he was spending 50-60 hours in a lab every week and getting by on ready-male noodles and coffee, he wasn’t exactly healthy nor did he look it. A pale and gangly man in a white lab coat, he tended to get sick, deal with headaches and generally not look after himself. But all that didn’t matter when he stood in the heart of the bustling laboratory, surrounded by rows of advanced equipment and monitors displaying intricate data. His passion for science and technology drove him to push the boundaries of innovation, and today's experiment held the promise of a breakthrough that could revolutionise energy generation. It was years in the making, from even before he was born. But now he may have finally found the breakthrough to create infinite energy and practically save the planet, like some kind of superhero.

As he meticulously adjusted the settings on the console, preparing for the start of the experiment, he got more focused. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as he neared the culmination of his tireless efforts. However, within the controlled chaos of the lab, an unexpected anomaly emerged unbeknownst to Timothy in his tired state. He’d stayed up all night to do this experiment, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him now. 

“This is Timothy Hawkins, okay this is…9th August 2024…let’s see how this goes,” said Timothy out loud for the recording. “Testing our infinite generator, nicknamed Flame, converting heat into electricity…3…2…1…Flame on!” 

A sudden surge of energy coursed through the generator, causing lights to flicker erratically and the room to shake. Tim looked up and around, shocked as he felt himself almost losing his footing, having to grab one of the lab tables as his heart raced. Before he could do anything, he saw that the generator was  a blinding glow enveloped him. At first Tim thought it was an explosion. Maybe the generator overheated. Maybe one of the circuits malfunctioned. But he realised that if it truly was an explosion, then he was either very lucky or very wrong, because he shouldn’t have been able to even think or contemplate if his lab had just blown up.

He should’ve been gone, turned to dust. But he was still thinking, still standing, he opened his eyes as he glanced around confused. Instead a great heat washed over him in waves, tingling and pulsating through every fibre, every cell, something seeping so deep into him that Tim almost thought the heat was coming from within. 

“What on earth?” Timothy looked shocked at himself as he began to feel his muscles starting to grow, his pecs inflating and biceps thickening as suddenly there was a tight blue spandex beginning to form over his arms. “Oh fuck!” He continued to feel the spandex starting to form down his arms as they began to slither over his chest. Hairs began to grow on his chest, swirling on his growing inflating as his own two pecs were continuing to grow hairy and hotter, making him feel so much pleasure ricocheting through his system as his nipples grew perky as the spandex covered over them. 

It surged up and down, the source of the heat seemingly in his core, where it began to reshape and redefine his abdomen. He could feel his abs tightening, the muscles contracting as they started to grow and thicken. With each breath, the change became more pronounced — his once pudgy stomach from a lifetime of junk food and unhealthy eating was now developing deep grooves as his abdominal muscles swelled into a sculpted six-pack.  

“O-Oh my-” Timothy blushed as he couldn’t believe how good it felt, to feel the muscles growing, the heat from within his chest spreading all over his body as he looked down. The skin stretched taut over the firming muscles, revealing the chiselled contours beneath. Each ridge and valley of his abs became more pronounced, the deep blue spandex conforming to the newly developed muscles. “N-No I-” He moaned again as he could see his hands beginning to sweat and stretch, just as he was thinking of trying to press his fingerprint to the sensor and get out of the room. But try as he might, his fingers had changed too much that the sensor could only read:

FINGERPRINT NOT RECOGNISED.

O-Oh god what was the emergency code again?! He thought to himself as he tried that, but by then it was too late, his hands having grown, the spandex climbed over his arms and suddenly fitted his hands with dark leather gloves. 

They were so large and growing that as he tried to push in the code, he accidentally pressed two numbers at once and failed. Just as he was thinking of trying again…the pleasure got too much as his cock throbbed, starting to make him leak his memories and he realised…he couldn’t even remember the code anymore.

“Oh god I gotta- N-No!” Timothy moaned as he tried again but to no avail, the code was definitely wrong and he couldn’t remember. The spandex continued travelling down, trapping the heat in his body as his ass was the next to change, inflating into a perky bubble butt whilst more and more memories of being a scientist and the trip into space that gave them their powers in the first place. He moaned and staggered, gripping onto a table as he felt his ass continuing to grow out, inflating and enlarging whilst his thighs were the next to grow muscular.

Time seemed to stretch and part of Timothy wondered if it was something to do with his failed experiment, if there was some time dilation happening then and there. At least he was still thinking scientifically, but he couldn’t stop himself from the overwhelming surge of sensations as pleasure continued to ricochet through him. His entire body tingled with an electrifying current, as if his very cells were undergoing a metamorphosis, changing and warping as the DNA within him was changing. It was a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving.

The heat travelled around to his cock that began to thicken and lengthen, his crotch practically on fire as pubic hairs grew around his now eight inch cock.  His thighs thickened, the muscles expanding and pushing outward as they became more defined, bulging with strength. The deep blue spandex stretched tight over his growing quads, clinging to every curve and contour as his legs took on a more massive, muscular form. 

“Oh goooooodddddd-”

Timothy couldn’t even think straight as the intense heat pulsed downward, flowing into his feet. A tingling sensation began to spread from his toes, growing stronger with each passing moment. His shoes tore apart, the seams splitting apart as the toes lengthened. The soles continued to stretch, as if being pulled by invisible hands, sweating as brown hairs grew atop them. Before he knew it, the spandex material reached down over his feet and morphed into dark leather boots that hugged his muscular calves and large feet.

Gasping for breath, Timothy staggered backward, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience, still not able to think of ways to stop whatever was happening to him. The generator shouldn’t have been able to do anything like this. All the while his senses heightened, and a surge of vitality surged through his veins, rendering him acutely aware of every shift within his body, only for him to feel his intellect shifting. It wasn’t as if he was growing dumber but more like his memories were dissolving and turning into something else, making him grow more into astrophysics than anything to do with energy generation.

In that moment, he became acutely conscious of a subtle yet profound change. His clothes felt constricting against his shifting physique, the fabric straining over muscles that seemed to expand and ripple beneath his skin. He reached up to adjust his glasses out of habit, only to realise that…he didn’t have any glasses. Not anymore. And then with another blink, his memories shifted to make him realise he never had glasses. That he was always this tall. That the growing muscles and biceps of his were always there.

Timothy tried to move, but he was disoriented, the room moving about like he had vertigo and in any moment he’d fall onto the wall or drop onto the ceiling like gravity was reversed.

His face continued to shift and churn, almost as if the skin was boiling like the surface of some heated water, becoming malleable. His cheekbones grew higher, more apparent as the fat from his face melted away. His nose widened and lengthened slightly whilst his lips grew larger and fuller. In the blink of an eye, his irises turned to a dazzling baby blue. His unhealthy and thinning hair began to recede, becoming a buzzcut. All the while as he felt his face, he was too distracted and finally the vertigo got tohim, making him fall back. Tim’s jawline grew all the more chiselled and his cock continued to throb, again and again, the pleasure soaring to new levels as the heat in his crotch continued until finally.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna-” 

Cum rocketed out of Timothy’s inflated member, spraying the insides of his new spandex outfit as he writhed on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and shut tight as the pure bliss of orgasm was beginning to invade his mind and with it, he was losing all his old self as it began to drain out of his cock.

A surge of panic coursed through him, like he had woken up from a dream as Timothy suddenly sat up…He could still think…He could still…

Johnny examined his hands, watching in astonishment as wisps of flame flickered to life at his touch. The flames danced along his skin with a mesmerising yet controlled grace, casting an orange glow around him. 

It was an incredible sight, simultaneously beautiful and terrifying and scientifically impossible. 

Until now. 

His body was somehow conducting its own energy. He couldn’t believe what had happened, dregs of his old self still around as the heat trapped in his spandex and supernaturally warm body had already evaporated the mess he had left in his spandex. 

The last parts of Timothy caught his reflection in a nearby monitor, revealing a sight that defied all logic – he had transformed into Johnny Storm, the embodiment of the Human Torch from the pages of comic books and movies that had once been his refuge. 

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat, unable to comprehend his experiment that had somehow rewritten his very existence. But then again, there were weirder things in the universe, at least according to what Reed was always going on about. He grunted in surprise and felt like his voice was now deeper and with it, came a whole newfound charisma that made everything just so much more exciting and smoother coming out of his throat. Johnny started to blink as more and more of his memory and real self was finally coming to him, a cockiness and intrigue as he stopped looking so shocked in his reflection and instead was admiring himself in his spandex as he smirked.

“God damn…” Johnny murmured as he looked at his flaming hand and continued to watch it. “Just wait until Reed gets a load of this, that smart ass won’t know what hit him.”

For some reason there was still the dregs of doubt that came around, like Johnny was forgetting something. But he was sure if it was important, it’d come back to him. Right now  what he knew most was that he was one of the best heroes that there ever was.

“Flame on!” Johnny uttered as flames raced across his body and he began to feel power and pleasure ricochet throughout his entire body, ready to go out there and show the world the Human Torch. 

And of course he was smart enough to know just how he might be able to create the perfect conditions to make the rest of his team, starting with Reed.

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Another way to help a bro turn on over to the goon mutant side.

"Bro my dong its-!"

"I know bro, don't worry I'm inside ya."

"What man I don't understand. It feels so good but bro this is that-!"

"I know it is bro I know. I'm one of em, thought this would be the best way to turn ya to. How we usually did it."

"What man you're in-infected too! No I can feel my nuts! c-changing!"

"Shh I got ya bro. Lemme stroke ya dong, up and down greasy donger dude!"

"N-nuh fuck man...."

You press your lips to his ear. Whispering gently as you let your infectious pre seep into his cock. Squeezing tightly, not to stop but to really hold him close. Hugging him. Letting your new skin affect his. As you whisper, your breath flows into his nose. Bringing him to breath in your strong essence, filling his mind with a sense euphoric and immense pleasure.

"That's it I got you bro, your musky bro got you man. Hehe so go ahead and goon for bro man. Goon for bro. Just start drooling and let your brain just go crazy."

"Fuck you doing to me man. You're inside my penis man, you're in my mind. No I feel you in my nuts, I feel it-!"

"Yeah man keep feelin it all over you. In your brain, in your your peni- no wait; in your nuts. Let me infect you bro. Mmmmmm hehe!"

"Fuck man fuck fuck fuck fucm OH fuck man oooooh ooooooooh my balls. Oh fuck you're gonna make me blow man!"

"Do it. Sperm all over, sperm your new load all over yourself. While hold you tight with my big Ole arms bro.

Your bro's language goes from whimpering, moaning, to growling, and howling in under matter of seconds. Under your new infected power. You held tighter as you felt the flow of his sperm edged ever closer to his complete transition. You focused nice and deep, long and hard into connecting with virus inside his nuts. Making his balls swell further, yet pushing more and more pre for his cock like it were a broken water pump. Your friend had been howling and wailing from pleasure you had been putting him through. Going as far as to affecting his prostate.

Leading him to pressing deeper into huffing your musk, and thus causing his nose to leak snot and the like. A goon like expression would form across his husky face. A large grin from ear to ear, and deep chuckle. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at you. Looking peaceful and happy with this, and so were you back at him. Still grinding your face against his.

"Thanks bro, fuck I wanna blow so bad please. Please bro I feel it so fucking deep!"

"Hehe sure bud. Here let me help yah really release."

Suddenly your buds body arches aggressively, whincing, twisting, gritting his teeth. Coming howl once crying out once more. His balls jumped and throbbed, before sending ropes and ropes of faintly glowing seed across the room, before you point it to his face. Each load that his face he would swallow, and each of those woukd bring him deeper and deeper into this new existence he would face.

The ropes cum would sit on his already hairy and torso. Seeping into his body hair and growing. Making him moan a little more afterwards. His cock finally coming down and laying on his new carpet of chest. Not before leaving with a growth of new length, traveling up to his nipple and dripping with pre.

Both of you, your friend in particular exhausted from this session. You turn to him asking how he feels. Seeing him look on down at his nuts. Looking at the two swollen masses, then his dick. About the size of his forearm, and his hair. Enough to suffocate someone in its warmth and new smell.

"I feel...great bro fuck I feel good I could...go again haha. Look at my dick man. It's so big and slimy hehe."

"Yeah you look good now, there's really more to this than where that came from hehe. You'll be looking like me in no time. "

"W-well man what're we waiting for ah haha mmpf. I wanna be looking like you bad mmpf so bad.

"Yeah man. You want this!"

"Fuck yes man! I swear on the new dong dangling, and dripping between my legs I-I wanna grow into yah. I wanna swallow whatever this thing is, right out from your tanks."

"Hehe got me really stiff now. That was only the introduction. Okay bro come and pucker up, and get a sweet taste and down as much of my dirty sperm as yah can."

"Oh I'm gonna man, I'm so horny my body it needs more its hungry for something."

"Eat up then, it's dripping just for ya brother. Open wide."

Your friend now swallowing your dong. Would go on to connect with you through this bate ritual. The rest of night would go on as you would pump him full of your mutant jizz. Prompting him to fully converting. Full of overwhelming joy and arousal. As you continued to full each other's brain with lust, penis, and pursuit of gooning.