House Party

House Party

It was going to be another quiet Saturday night in. No plans expect to curl up and play some video games. Just as you were about to settle down, you hear a knock at your door. You glance at your phone; no messages from any of your friends. Maybe it’s that package you ordered? You swing open the door, only to be greeted by a quartet of shirtless, muscular Indian men.

“Hey man, thanks again for hosting!” one of them says in a thick Indian accent, as he and the rest of them barge past you into your small apartment. They pull out some drinks, turn up your speaker to some music you don’t recognize, and start the party. 

You’re still standing there, a little shocked at this turn of events. You wanted to try to kick them out; tell them you they had the wrong address and to get lost. But, I mean, you didn’t really have any plans anyway. And who were you to break up this happy group of friends?

You stand to the side, watching them dance in almost sexual way against each other. You decide to take a sip of the alcohol they brought; no idea what it is but it tastes amazing! You continue to drink, until one of them pulls you right into the dancing. 

You’re right in the thick of it, dancing with the rest of them. They are avidly chatting in Hindi; you not understanding a word. 

“Everything good man?” Raj asks you, looking a little concerned. 

“Yeah man everything's good!” answer back in Hindi. Wait, since when did you know a word of Hindi? Before you have time to think, Amar hands you another drink and you unthinkingly take a big swig.

“Thanks Amar!” you grin, giving him a playful slap on his bouncing ass. Since when would you do something like that? Something was up, you could tell... you need a break. You manage to sneak off to the bathroom, and the second you get a glimpse at the mirror you gasp.

You are a thick, dark Indian hunk. At least, that’s what your reflection is clearly telling you. But.. you weren’t like this when you woke up right? These big pecs and abs.. thick arms and legs. This massive beard around these plush lips.. I mean there’s no way right? It must be these strange-, you mean, your friends doing this to you. 

You burst back into the main room, only to find them all chilling on the couch. Clearly the party has died down a bit. Amar gestures for you to take a seat, and despite your instincts, you find yourself listening to him. Each of them exchange some sly grins, before slowly pulling down their pants, revealing the fat bulges in their underwear.

They continue, pulling out their hard, thick cocks and start stroking. You are shocked, but to be honest with yourself, much more aroused. You find Raj’s meaty hands on you, helping you join them, as he coaxes out your sexy brown cock, that of course you have.

He starts jacking you off, and you can’t help but let out a deep moan. You find another fat cock in your field of view, and you feel obliged to help him out. Soon everything merges into a sexual blur, each of you is sucking cock, taking cock, making out; its all too much for all of you. You feel a hot load burst out and paint your brown chest white, and that’s all it takes for you to cum as well.

Your mind blanks, post nut clarity hitting you like a brick; reminding you of who you are. You’re Jamsheer, born and raised in India, and a sexy gay muscular hunk who’s always hanging out with his equally sexy and horny friends.

The next morning, you always sleepily wake up, hungover as shit. They all thank you for hosting such a great party, we needed to do this again! Your phone pings, getting a text from this skinny white guy wondering why you weren’t online last night. You grin; you know exactly who’s going to be hosting the next party.

I always have dilf fantasy and hope to have one, like a construct site foreman, a coach or a police sheriff. How about "I" feeling a bit troubled by a dilf's over caring, or I should flirting. After claiming "I" am straight and not interest in old men, the dilf shrugs and seems to have the solution to make both satisfied, which is hypnotizing and transforming "me" into his perfect mate sharing the same job and taste.

I could make this happen for sure. Recently joined that big local soccer team right? No no, not as a player. You’re just working finance for the team, making sure everything is in order. You work close with the head coach, and he’s normally helping you late at night tackle some of your work. 

One of those nights, you both manage to finish your work early.

“Nice work as always, wanna head out for dinner with me?” he grins at you, giving you a small squeeze on the shoulder.

Shit, was he coming on to you? Sure he was nice and all, but he wasn’t really your type.

“No, sorry, uh I can’t.” You stutter unconvincingly. 

“Oh, alright” he frowns, looking slightly dejected.

....

Later that week you get a message from him “Hey, mind swinging into the office? Have some files for you.”

You make your way over, walking through his door when suddenly you see him sitting there on the couch.

“Hey buddy, why don’t you take a seat.” He commands.

You feel almost not in control of your body, as you sit there in front of him, not being able to look away from that fat bulge of his.

“Took a little ‘Potion of Suggestibility”; anything I say is going to become the truth!” he explains “Not going to lie, was a little hurt when you rejected me. That’s in the past now though. Now let’s start.”

You eyes widen in panic, and before you can resist...

“You are calm”

Just like that a wave of peace washes over your whole body, you smile. Everything was fine.

“You are just as old as me. You have a thick beard, and a rough masculine face.”

You feel a beard grow out on you face, impressive and a dark ebony color. You skin wrinkles, signs of age appearing all over you. Your features sharpen as well, leaving you with a completely new face. 

“You have big arms, perfect for holding me tight”

Your scrawny arms swell up, you reach up and try to feel your face with your bigger hands. A finger rests on your forehead, giving you a pensive look. He was changing you, but you were really powerless to do anything. You continued to stare at the coach, becoming more and more enraptured.

“You have a hairy chest that you love to show off at all times, especially to me.”

You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt and releasing some thick pecs covered in hair. He was right, everyone loved your big hairy pecs, and you were more then happy to have them on display.

“You are my husband, we’ve been happily married for about twenty years”

You feel some gold on your fingers, as a wedding ring materializes around it. Memories mix in your head like a slurry; you remember meeting him when you found this job, but you also remember meeting him in college. You had quickly became lovers, and had been inseparable since. Surely that one sounds more realistic?

“You have always been this way.”

Just like that, any sense of doubt who you were was removed. You were Angelo’s sexy husband, helping him coach the soccer team from the side. 

“One last thing before the potion wears off...” Angelo says, slowly pulling down his underwear to reveal a fat cock. “Suck me off”

You salivate at the thought, your own cock straining against your briefs. You crawl over, and eagerly take his dick down your throat. You expertly suck him off, and it’s not long before you have a thick load in your mouth.

“Mm, love you babe!” Angelo says, cuddling with you.

“Love you too hun’!” you say in a deep voice. You loved your life, and loved your husband, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I always have a crush on Dwayne Johnson the Rock, could you do something? Like tfing me into John Cena to make a couple or even into the Rock himself?

Hm, both sound like good options to me, but I think I love the idea of making you your little celebrity crush. I mean he’s hot as fuck right? Oh wait, sorry, you’re hot as fuck. Cause you’re the one and only Rock right? I can tell by that perfect tan skin, bulging muscles, and iconic tattoos. What, don’t believe me? Just check out a mirror dude.

Yep that’s you alright. Ah I can see you are getting hard just admiring your new hot body. That’s alright, I mean you can’t be cocky without a thick hard cock to back it up right? And you have the perfect husband to take it.

That’s right, John Cena’s all yours Dwayne. Don’t remember what happened? Well it was hot as fuck, the two of you were wrestling. Then all of the sudden that tension turned sexual. You guys kissing and grinding in the ring.. some of the crowd was disgusted, but so many more were turned the fuck on.

Wasn’t that long till you both got hitched, becoming the perfect bodybuilding power couple. And the way Cena is looking at you right now.. one of you is going to be bent over taking the other’s fat dick. Only question is who? Guess you’ll do it the old fashioned way, wrestling until one of you ends up on top.

I've love to go to one of those house parties! I hope that the group likes hairy guys, though..

Oh, they don’t like hairy guys.. they love them! Speaking of which, I already tipped them off that they had another guy eager to host one of their legendary parties; and based on that loud knocking at your door, seems like they are already there!

You eagerly let them in, and they bustle past you, quickly setting up the music and booze. It’s not long till they convince you to join them; you’re drinking, dancing, and grinding against them.

As you do, you manage to catch yourself changing. Skin getting darker, a coat of wiry black hairy expanding across your ever increasing pecs. Then, a burst of hair all over your face where a nicely trimmed beard nestles itself onto you. You manage to take a break from the party to snap a picture of the new you and send it to me.

Looking good man! But your new friends aren't done with you yet! You walk back into the room, only to find everyone staring at you hungrily. Jamsheer approaches you first, staring deep into you before hungrily locking you in a kiss; beards meshing and tents rubbing against each other. 

Raj is next, eagerly helping you out of your clothes, exposing both your hairy ass and your hardening dark cock. Amar crawls towards you, taking that fat dick into his mouth and sucking you off like a pro. Raj bends down, beginning to eat away at your hole.

It continues on like this, the three of them servicing and worshiping your body; that is, until you feel a stirring in your fat nuts. You explode into Raj, cumming deep down his throat. The rest of them follow, covering you in their cum, claiming you as the latest member to the group.

You knew who you were now; Sanjay, the hairiest of this horny group. You had always been this sexy, hairy, Indian man; all you needed was a little help from your friends to realize it.

And to the rest of you reading, wishing they had paid you a visit instead, don’t you worry. They’ll be at your door soon enough, partying with you, changing you into the perfect Indian stud you never knew you really always were.

If you're granting wishes, Im a big superchubby guy, but not the most bearish... I'd love to be hairier and muskier. Maybe dominant for once.

Funny you sent in this ask, just found the perfect thing for this. See this hat here, wait no don’t wear it! Just give it a good sniff. Smells manly right? Why don’t you stick your whole head in there, that’s it. You’re starting to look better already. Love that impressive, thick, black beard you got going on man. You can go ahead and put it on now, gotta cover that balding head, right?

Have another thing here you’re going to love; this used jockstrap. Don’t know if it’s ever been washed. Go ahead, rub that all over your body. You wanted to be musky right? Well you are man! Mind if I stick my face in that fuzzy, big chest of yours?

Fuck Daddy, did I ever tell you how hot you are? I loved riding your fat cock last night, you left in such a hurry that you forgot some of your clothes! Oh, I see; just another one of your ploys to get me over huh? Well, looks like it worked, and let me tell you, you can do whatever you want to me Daddy.

I’d definitely enjoy a change! Perhaps I find something left in the changing rooms that takes my eye?

Hmm, let's see if we can find anything! Hm, how about those swim trunks over there? They look a bit big for you now, but I'm sure you'll grow into them soon enough! Why not sneak them home, try them on in your pool?

Lookin good man, don't worry, you're about to look even better. Can see you already starting to change. Not getting that swimmer bod you're expecting though, that's cause you took the coach's pair!

Watch as your beard scruffs out, hair sneaking down around your pecs. Face getting older, but muscles getting pudgier and bigger, fitting for a coach.

Suddenly you're wearing a hat and sunglasses, with a chain wrapped around your thick neck. Looking good Coach, but how are you feeling?

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Based on that fat cock begging to be let out of those shorts; horny as fuck! All that change was so arousing huh? Why not just let those shorts drop, rub one out in the pool? That's it, let that monster out; let the water cup those hairy balls of yours. Getting close huh? Just let it out, unleash that fat load in the pool...

...

Everything okay Coach? Come on, you're going to be late for practice! Don't bother cleaning up, we don't mind. We love it when you're just a little musky to be honest. Now let's go, we gotta be ready for that competition coming up!