Hey! I Love Your Stories. Im A Twinky Ginger And Wish For A Change. Ive Always Thought It Would Be Hot

Hey! I love your stories. I’m a twinky ginger and wish for a change. I’ve always thought it would be hot to basically be a living sex doll (big bubble butt, huge pecs, big lips, etc). Could you help me out with achieving that look?

Well lucky you we've just introduced a new line of energy drinks!

This beautiful, pink lemonade concocted with just the perfect dose of caffeine and hot musky man sweat from yours truly is called BoyToy and should be the perfect thing to get you revved up.

How's it taste?

I can see your cock hardening under those khakis. Love khaki shorts! They're really good at showcasing a nice boner like yours. Even better - wow you're really chugging that thing! Good to know the signature Hot Coffee flavor hasn't been lost - is that I can see just how much pre-cum you're leaking. Don't be embarrassed! This is a totally normal reaction! I can see your blush starting to fade though as you take bigger gulps, sucking in some of the ice cubes as well as no doubt your throat's already expanding - you're gonna be a bonafide throat GOAT by the end of this - because, well...

Our energy drinks go right to your brain. And I mean your brain is pretty much being dissolved right now and all your thinking is dropping into your balls. Those big, fattening balls. Their outline is like two slowly inflating basketballs full of cum straining the zipper of your shorts, filling out all that space pushing the zipper down even. You must've had a lot of intelligence up there because your balls are blowing up huge and swollen. You're moaning and groaning so loudly now I have to wonder if you've got a vibrator up your puckering hole now. You're so horny all you can really think about, as those last few brain cells get converted to cum, is how you're gonna get off. Getting fucked or fucking something. You swallow the last ice cube and shake and moan as your cock grows even harder, you can feel the veins expand just to make room for the sheer amount of blood flow dropping into your cock.

You grip onto the counter and start thrusting, breaking open the front of your pants, splitting the zipper and flopping your huge cock on the counter. It's 7 inches now and still growing!

Your mouth hangs open in pure lust as you're sliding your fattening cock all over the countertop, one hand on your shaft and the other hand playing with a nipple. I don't mind, but I don't think you've got enough brain capacity to feel shame or embarrassed right now as you grind your cock on the smooth countertop. It's a nice view honestly. Seeing your head flare, becoming all red and sensitive, bloating into this huge mushroom cap on that expanding shaft. You're gonna have a kielbasa down there, your ginger pubes darkening more into a brunette color. It's stretching forward, gushing precum like a broken water main. Your pubes becoming just this cloud of pure, sweaty musk as your balls pump insane levels of testosterone through your body, nipples hardening against your shirt. Fuck your cock must be like 10 inches now. That's a fuckstick right there.

Let me help.

Drag my finger along that slick, sensitive head, so wet with the sheer amount of pre that you're oozing all over the counter. Damn I need two hands to get a good grip on this thing, so slick with pre and sweat, so unwieldy. Beer can thick, the word schlong is the only way to describe this monster. You're bellowing with pleasure, stripping out of your button down that's soaked with scent, thick with your still strengthening scent. You play with your widening nipples as you feel the first tingles of pure horny heat settle behind them, really lights them up like two jumper cables to the 9-volt of your cock.

The muscles in your chest surge forward. Pure muscle and fat being created out of whatever excess cum you've got in your balls, because your body, at this point, just needs to get rid of it. The pleasure blows out whatever brain cells haven't been destroyed yet, as you go from tugging and flicking your nipples, to massaging the still growing mounds on your chest that stretch your shoulders wider. Flat Twink chest no more! Your pecs are growing so voluptuous, the muscles inflating and stretching the skin so nicely, rubbing against your flat biceps as your nipples are like pegs on the end of them. Wide, stretched and sensitive areolas. The crease under your tits over your now expanding stomach feels so horribly sensitive, so fucking good you start cumming. That load your body has been holding back, churning in your balls, shoots all over my hand and counter. Damn you're getting it all in my chest hair. You're moaning like a horny bull, voice cracking and lowering as you bounce your pecs through one final surge of growth, one final splattering load as they finish growing.

As your abs stack themselves into your stomach, waist popping wider to make them fill out, you stretch taller. Your shorts pull tight against your thighs and ass as you stretch into the 6 feet territory, your six-pack piling into your stomach and making you writhe and arch forward into my hand, cock still hard and ready to blow again. Your balls are still so full, so stretched and heavy. Your abs finish growing and then they soften a little, some fat pouring into them and puffing out your stomach a little. Still a solid wall of muscle, but so soft, squeezable like your pecs. That torso of yours is like a big stress ball, and by the way you're playing with your pecs with your now expanding hands, making your cock jump and pulse even harder in my hand, everything must be feeling so good. Bolts of pleasure going through your empty head as you lift your arms, throwing them behind your head.

Your pits sprout thick, tangled, dark hair. Wet and musky, the smell of you makes me hard. You moan through filling lips as you thrust your ass back, as if you're trying to catch a dick between them. When you do that, a huge wave of fat and muscle hits both of your ass cheeks, the bloating globes filling like water balloons and clapping, your sensitive hole quivering at the sensation. Your moans turn to horny whimpers as you continue sniffing your pit, your ass ripping through your soaked briefs, pressing tight against your shorts and fighting for space. I work my fingers under your huge balls while still jerking you off, and I feel your thighs expand, splitting the seams along your shorts as they grow big and strong enough to take the load off your lower back as your ass continues growing. It splits through the back of your strained shorts with ease, a delicious sliver of your cavernous ass crack visible through the tear. You slam your meaty paws on the counter as you fully assume a bottom position, ass fully stuck out in the air and helping both cheeks spread through the massive tear in your pants. Your hips creak as they spread outwards and break open your shorts, the button flying behind the counter and landing somewhere behind me. The shake of your ass makes you go cross eyed as several shots of cum fire into my hand. Your shorts slide to the ground as you look at me, whimpering, taking your hands off the counter and spreading and playing with your fatty cheeks as a final surge of growth makes them fill your palms all the way.

Your hole is self-lubricating now. Isn't that neat? The slick substance feeling almost like your pre as your thighs continue growing, pushing your balls out more and making you spread your legs to let them hang. Both thighs being huge meaty slabs of muscle and fat, the surge of growth landing in your calves and making them diamond cutters, hard and defined like you've played baseball all your life. You're almost fully on the counter now, thrusting your cock in and out of my fists. Fat fills some of the space in your thighs and the strength of them is undeniable.

I let go of your cock and you yelp in disappointment as you were so close to cumming again. But I can see the way you're sticking multiple fingers in your ass, desperate to get at that itch, that emptiness that's taking hold back there. I walk from behind the counter as your feet begin growing in your sneakers, stretching the laces with your toes colliding with the front of them, the huge stompers wasting no time tearing through your socks. Those size 8s bloat into size 10s in no time, the thick soles ripping through your shoes as I position myself behind your huge ass. It's so wide, the cheeks so voluptuous. I knead them like dough as slutty moans leave your mouth, as you arch your back into my hands, thrusting your ass as overwhelming pleasure completely overrides your body. Tease your hole with the giant head of my cock as a dark beard takes over your face, the ginger hair on your head darkening as well as your back muscles grow and expand, sliding underneath the skin and making a few drops of cum leave your cock.

Your feet burst out of what's left of your shoes and stretch wider into musky, hairy size 13s. Thick toes and muscular soles, dense with veins and strong muscle. Your entire body trembles as I ease the head of my cock inside, the moan that leaves your mouth is like a tornado siren of sex. Inch by inch, I enter you and stretch your hole, wrapping my arm around your body and grabbing onto those huge muscle tits. Grab that thick throat and pull you up so I can kiss you on those fat lips. The entirety of my cock bottoms out inside of you and you literally see stars.

I fuck you as your biceps expand. Your big hands grip onto the counter as a surge of power flows through your bulging biceps, thickening and widening your forearms and wrists, spreading your fingers and hands bigger and longer on the counter. Huge boulders of biceps, the muscles rolling underneath your skin as you spread an ass cheek with your hand. You feel incredible. Your hole flexing and tightening as I fuck you, hitting your prostate and making you leak everywhere. On the floor, spilling all over the counter.

Flex for me, baby.

Feel those biceps. Feel them grow and push against the skin, stretching and making space in your arms. Feel me squeeze and shake and play with your thick pecs, run my hand along those abs and dive into that thick bush of pubes, my fingers on the base of that fat cock. Your face goes numb as it collapses, the bones and skin and fat rearranging to give you a handsome, dumb, horny face. Big nose, better to smell musk and horniness off of passing men. Dumb, sweet, horny eyes. Thick head of dark hair. God you're beautiful.

Even better your ass milks my cock into oblivion. Fuck.

I grab onto you as my cum pours into your ass. A huge orgasm just rips through you as your old life, the old you, comes out in thick, dense cum. It splatters on the floor behind the counter, and I lock you into a kiss as my cum fills you out more. More muscle and fat in your pecs, surging them larger in my hand. Bigger ass squeezing my cock and pushing against my thighs. Speaking of thighs, damn those things could save lives, so thick and juicy. Easy to grab onto when you're fucking someone. You've got a strong, powerful body built for sex. Everything about you designed to give you and your sexual partner maximum pleasure. Most of your brain power is gonna be dedicated to sucking and fucking, with whatever else being used for basic survival skills.

Here, let me pull out so you can take a look at yourself.

You dumbly chuckle as you stumble, your heavy pecs and fat ass throwing off your balance. But I'm not going anywhere, I'm not gonna let you fall. My hand is on your lower back, so close to those bubbly cheeks, your cock sinking into a semi but still hard and drippy. You're not as horny but you could definitely go another round.

Or two.

Or three.

See, look at you! Let's get you in some briefs that fit. That's gonna be the real focal point of your powerful musk and pheromones. As well as those pits and that leaky ass. One whiff from either of them when you're horny will have any guy within six feet of you trying to get a whiff, to suck you off or for you to suck them off, to blow your back out and vice versa.

You're hard just looking at yourself.

Horny again?

That's alright, we don't open for another hour or so officially.

So you can make yourself comfortable in the booth right there. Or on the table. Or on the counter.

Ah fuck it, we've got time and plenty of stamina. Why don't we try all three?

Bryce snuck into his brother’s room while he was out. Bryce heard about a new game that had come out, GTP, and wanted to try it out. He turned on the TV and put in the disc. Bryce was expecting something fun, but…

instead there were just instructions to start and menus with various inputs. Options for height, weight, body type, hair, skin tone, dick (ewww, thought Bryce—who would want to play with that?), and sexual preference. Bryce decided to start the game anyway—his brother had spent a majority of his time on this game since he had come home from college; it must be fun, right?

Once Bryce clicked start, there was a flash of light and he saw a snapshot of him on the screen. He found he could turn it all sides and look at the dimensions of his body. Bryce found he could change how he looked within the game by toggling different inputs.

He wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could change his game avatar to look like his brother.

So he changed his hairstyle from messy bedhead to stylish bedhead with a devil-may-care pompadour. He gave himself height and, embarrassingly, he added some more hair. Bryce felt uncomfortable; he started scratching at the growing hair itching his balls and dick. He changed several things as well: the size of his feet, the muscle that covered his body, the angles of his face, the colors of his eyes, the plumpness of his lips, the size of his cock. That part was hard—literally; Bryce couldn’t help but be turned on as his body aged to that of his brother with his cock following along this growth spurt, and natural hormones began to surge and engorge him. His cock stood erect and poked his stomach. Bryce had hard ons before but this was too intense and his new member was sensitive to touch, but more than that, Bryce felt that he needed to touch it and stroke it. Usually he hid it in embarrassment and waited for it to go away. Is this how big my brother is? Bryce thought. Somehow, he didn’t think so. So he upped the settings of his penis and it grew and grew. Without even touching it, Bryce blew his load. Just then the door opened.

Bryce’s brother came in.

“Trent!” Bryce called. He stood up and just then realized that he had been so fixated on the game and playing with himself that he didn’t notice he was changing along with the game avatar; he was exactly like his brother.

“Whoa, this is cool,” Trent said, dropping his gym bag on the floor. “It’s like looking in a mirror. But your cock is a bit bigger than mine. The chicks like big, but that’s suicidal.”

Bryce felt a wave of embarrassment come over him. His cheeks flared up and he knew it would be visible on his brother’s pale face.

“Don’t be upset. One thing that this game does well is change reality, except for those who play it. Mom and dad will think they always had twins. So we can make changes. Easy peasy. But I have a plan in mind.

“See brother, I don’t really like going to school. Sure I get pussy and get to drink, but I’d rather just avoid classes altogether, and now that we’re twins, I can! We’ll just up your intelligence and I’ll let you take some of my memories, then we are almost alike, but you’ll be smarter and geekier.”

Bryce looked up and said, “But if it’s so easy, why don’t you just make yourself smarter?”

“I could, but to do so would lower my gains. I’d lose this hot body and most of my muscle, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you still get to have lots of sex. Let me see that controller.”

Trent took the controller and raised Bryce’s intelligence. Almost instantly Bryce seemed to deflate in muscle, but Trent changed the body type to twink and raise the level of muscle tone. Bryce looked like a college aged twink. Lithe and slender with a little waist, but with enough muscle and strength to look hot and like a skater boy.

Bryce looked down at himself, “But will girls really want me when they could have you?” “Don’t worry about that brother,” Trent said, smiling. “I have already thought of that.” He changed Bryce’s sexual preference: straight to gay. Then he added more ass to create a perfect bubble butt for his twin. Now he didn’t have to worry about competing with his exact copy. “There. Finished.”

Bryce looked down at himself. “Cool, bro. I look so hot I’d fuck me, but I can’t wait to go back to college. Our Bio prof looked like he was into me.” Bryce looked up and stared at Trent. “Then again, who wouldn’t be into us?” He stepped forward. He was still naked and every inch of him showed.

Well fuck it, thought Trent, he is my brother—it’ll be like masturbating.

"Dude, it's fine your gay, just like don't flirt with me bro" this rounded out eboy said with such confidence. This was Tom, and he had seemed okayish at first, now though, just ughhh. God I hated these types of guys especially with how they'd learn our lingo, adapt our styles, even make jokes with their homies that were light fun, and not serious like playing gay chicken or talking about which of them was top, bottom or switch. Guys switch isn't for top or bottom the term is VERSE!

Anyway I saw this as a moment to shine so I just plastered on my sweetest smile and just said "aww, don't worry Tommy. Your not MASCULINE enough for me!". If it wasn't for the magic dripping out of my voice coalescing around him, I probably would have enjoyed watching his face fall. However watching blue mist surround and stick to his overtly muscular frame and start to condense it and his height was a great treat. Especially when they removed all but his tight whiteys

"What do you mEaN I'm not masculINE enough for you?!" He asked, his voice breaking as his throat started to slim, his facial hair disappearing. "I just mean, as much as I love your muscles they just AREN'T BIG ENOUGH!" The words like heat sealing missiles followed the flow of my magic as his chest and shoulders slimmed down, becoming perfectly proportional to his midsection as his abs became washboards. His arms stayed a work of art but no longer were they the size of someone's legs.

"Plus with you being shorter then me it's not like I feel like your really gonna give me the railing I want!" His once above average six foot four height shrunk to five foot six in just under a second causing him to be disoriented. "I totally could like rail you what are you talking about." His voice already higher, now adopted more likes and ums, making him unserious to all who'd hear him.

"Oh please lil Tommy, with that small cock, giant bubble butt and easy access jockstrap you have on. You might as well be screaming BOTTOM BITCH!" I said adding on the final touches as I made him all the more delicious. He was a Twunk bordering on Hunk now and it was great to see his mind reel from all the mental gymnastics it was trying to do, his on e straight life being cut away and styled, like his hair was, to a much more fun, free and fashionable one.

"Omg your so right bestie what was I thinking" he said looking at me, biting his lip as he eyed my bulge. "Oh Tommy, you don't ever think, that's why we love you at KOK!"

TSS Shorts - Dude, You're Still Connected

"Hey dweeb. I'm borrowing your headphones while I work out."

I didn't even notice my older bro when he grabbed my new headset back in my room. He could've ask if he can borrow it first!

I was about to listen to some K-Pop songs, not realizing I'm still connected to the headphones. I suddenly heard someone groaning outside by the balcony as I try to figure out why no sound's coming out of my phone, and when I came out to check who it was, there was now this shirtless Korean dude in replace of my brother.

Now what am I supposed to do. My dad's gonna kill me!

"아니... 내가 왜 한국말 밖에 못하지?" (Why can't I speak anything aside from Korean?)

My sink was broken, AGAIN. And my landlord Dwight was still too cheap to call a real plumber, so he was back once again to do another half-assed repair job. 

“Listen buddy, I’m gonna take care of it for real this time, quit your bitchin’” He drawled in his light southern accent as he scratched at his cheesy moustache. 

Luckily, his unwelcome presence in my home meant I could play a little target practice with my new invention. I called it the “slut ray”. It was a little gun I’d made from spare parts I’d “borrowed” from work. It warps a man’s libido, brain, and body to make them sexier and more open to “fun”. At least, that was what it was meant to do, I had never actually tried it out before. But seeing my landlord’s ass waving in the air obliviously, I knew this was the perfect chance to work out any kinks on a live subject.

I snuck up behind him in my socks, careful not to make any noise. I pointed the gun right at his plumber’s crack, closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger. I heard a slam and my landlord grunt loudly. 

I opened my eyes excitedly, and then realized with disappointment that the jackass had just smacked his head on the underside of the sink. Otherwise there was no change. Maybe I missed? I held my breath and lifted the gun again, this time keeping my eyes open. I fired at him again. This time, I watched as he arched his back and moaned softly. And then….

No further change. Dammit, it’s clearly way too weak. I shot at him again out of frustration. This time he didn’t even seem phased. I walked back to my room, defeated. I knew that invention is a lot of trial and error, but I’d had really high hopes for this one. 

I was poring over my notes, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong when I felt a presence over my shoulder. I slammed by notebook closed as I whirled around. What I saw made my jaw drop. 

It was Dwight, but barely. My slob of a landlord now looked like a hot college student wearing a “Sexy Dwight” costume for Halloween. He looked fitter, curvier, handsomer. Even his moustache and plumber’s crack were sexy now. But I could see in his face that it was still him, however improved that face may be.

“Golly Mister Masters, I didn’t mean tah surprise ya!” his light drawl seemed to have morphed into a goofy impression of itself, and now he sounded like a sexy Gomer Pyle. “You don’t haff to worry none about me spyin’ on ya though, I ain’t too good a reader.” He scratched the back oh his head, flashing a hairy pit. 

The three blasts I gave him must have built on each other, and the delayed reaction sent him past slut and turned him into a lewd pinup drawing come to life. Oh my gosh, I realized. This isn’t a slut ray, it’s a porn ray! I’ll have to up the power for the next trial.

“I jist swung by to say I was in yer kitchen and I couldn’t figure out why, fer the life o’ me! I guess I musta jist plum fergot!” To be honest, the accent was growing on me.

I reached in my mind for something to say to this impossible version of my landlord. Then I had the most perfect idea.

“Well Dwight, we were just going to talk about how I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pay next month’s rent, and I was wondering if we could come to some other kind of arrangement…?” 

A dim spark flashed behind  Dwight’s vacant eyes and he smiled idiotically. “Well Mister Masters, yer in luck! I’m always willin’ to barter.” He wiggled his ass at me bawdily. It was clear this new invention was going to make my life a whole lot easier.

1:1

"You're my 1:30?"

Leo nearly jumps out of skin and looks up at the CEO in front of him.

"Y-Yes."

Leo fumbles as he stands up, awkwardly shoving his sweaty palm for the man to shake. The man, Costas Mandelieu, is not only hot as fuck, but also the CEO of some hugely popular coffee company that has a bunch of locations around the country. Leo remembered there being a location on campus before he graduated, and then noticing a rather large influx of hot gay men walking around campus. The place became this kind of second gay bar.

And he never stepped foot inside.

He was confident he would've been laughed right out the door. Everyone there was thickly built meatheads or otherwise muscular jocks. And Leo? Leo was a chubby little nerd who kept his head down so no one would notice him. Granted, the guys walking in and out of the coffee shop looked big and intimidating but they were genuinely some of the nicest (and dumbest) people Leo had ever spoken to.

But still, one too many cruel rejections later has taught Leo not to judge books by their covers.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Costas' voice is rich, deep, coming right out of his thick chest. Leo tries to ignore the flush of horny bashfulness that overtakes him. This is professional. The job interview that could set him up for life.

Costas' smile, warm and inviting, sends a flurry of butterflies in Leo's stomach as he follows Costas to his office. Inside, it's all warm wood and the smell of a rich, cedarwood air freshener hits his nose. It's the most beautiful space Leo has ever been in, and he gawks at everything openly as Costas shuts the door behind him.

Imposter syndrome sets in like a knife. Surely there's other candidates out here? Why him? And....is his hand on Leo's lower back? This close Leo can smell him - his expensive cologne, the heady smell of masculine sweat underneath - as Costas gently guides the befuddled man some leather chairs by his desk. He motions for Leo to sit and he does, confused and feeling a not entirely unwelcome horniness settle in his body. Costas makes a glass of tea. Leo closes his legs as he watches Costas sit and rearrange himself, his massive bulge obvious through his slacks.

"Now this position is a very intimate lifetime position with me, so I don't want you to get caught off guard if I ask some personal questions."

Leo nods and looks around. The job description was so coy with details he wouldn't be surprised (or upset) if Costas was asking him to be a personal sex toy.

"Ready?"

Costas smiles again and Leo's insides melt.

Focus.

"Yes."

Costas clears his throat. He takes a sip from his tea and sets it down again. The tea smells....weird. A funky odor normally associated with the gym seems to waft from the cup. It's not gross....but it does increase the haze of horniness that's really taking root in Leo's head.

Focus.

"So how old are you Leo?"

"23."

"23?" Costas whistles as if this is some impressive age. "I remember when I was your age I had a hair trigger at the best of times."

It all happens so fast.

One second he's listening to Costas, then the next he's gasping for air, clutching onto the chair's armrest and trying to stifle his moans as his cock shoots to full attention and makes a very, very obvious imprint on his jeans. Even worse: his cock starts firing like a hose, a huge wet spot spreading across his crotch.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I don't -."

He lifts his crotch in the air as he cums, as if he's angling for one of the ropes of cum he's firing to splatter on the floor. The entirety of his dick and balls is lit up with warmth like a Christmas tree of pleasure. Costas holds up his hands and makes placating, calming a startled horse gestures.

"It's alright. No really it's okay. You didn't masturbate today, did you?"

No. No he didn't.

That's why he's so pent up.

When he finally stops cumming, he settles down and tries to cover the huge wet spot on his jeans. God he can smell it from here. And it's so much. He's never produced that much cum before, right? He sits down and when he readjusts himself, his eyes widen when he notices that his balls feel much bigger than they should, their weight is obvious and pressing down on the chair.

"How often do you usually masturbate?"

"Onc - uh - four times a day usually. Wait that's not true."

"I understand. I've got a pair of knockers down there as well."

With that, Leo's balls swell further. His cock once again springing to attention as his nuts droop and sag under their weight. Half of his bulge now seems to be made of his churning, swelling balls. He feels like he's being edged, cock dancing just on the edge of a lightning rod orgasm before pulling back. He's grinding his flabby ass against the seat, trying to relieve the sudden sexual pressure. He's white-knuckling the chair and gritting his teeth as beads of sweat drip down his forehead. He brings his knees together tight.

"What the fuck is - huff huff - happening?"

"An interview."

"No, something's ... Oh...."

Leo's cock begins raining pre. He can feel it travel up his cock and ooze out of the swollen mushroom head at the top. It doesn't help either that Costas is touching his own cock, the massive fuckstick spreading against his thigh.

"It's 10 inches." Costas smiles as Leo rocks back and forth in the chair. "And, sheesh, yours is, what, eight?"

Leo throws his head back, mouth falling open, as a chorus of sexual moans and sounds fall out of his mouth. His locked legs fly open into a huge V. He feels like he's actually being fucked, or an expert is giving him the best handjob of his life. His cock pulses and pounds with blood as it stretches forward, cum leaking to no end out of his cockhead, those 6 inches growing with each pulse of blood that forces his prized organ larger and larger. It swells against his thigh, thickening with proportional girth as well, slipping out of his underwear as the sensitive head flops against his hairy thigh. Leo whimpers as his cock pushes forward. It's taking all of his willpower not to touch it, stroke it like Costas is stroking his cock through his pants. He finally manages to look down at his now big cock, straining the fabric of his jeans, feeling so stifled with those massive balls, the zipper of his jeans pulling down to try and accommodate his newly massive genitals. His cock oozes more pre, as if his balls are taking advantage of the extra space to pump and produce more sexual fluids out of his cock. His brain feels like it's landed squarely in his balls. Whatever thoughts of escaping whatever Costas is doing to him are immediately interrupted by a new burning need to cum, by the dense thundercloud of hormones tearing through his body.

Costas has taken off his jacket and he's just in his expensive button down. He reaches into his shirt and gropes one of his huge pecs. Leo is so hard, so sweaty, so turned on by this. Mouth hanging open as he tries to focus on anything. But his brain is going haywire.

"Hung bottoms are my weakness."

Leo pitches forward, moaning like he's being fucked as his asshole twitches and throbs. He hangs onto the armrests to prevent from falling as his cock throbs harder, his bigger dick making him moan even more lewdly. It's pure pornography coming out of his mouth as his voice shoots up an octave, cracking a little as his gut gurgles and shifts. Everyone in this fucking office building can probably hear him.

But he.....doesn't care?

He feels the fat in his stomach sliding down into his tightening ass, the underused muscles strengthening and flexing against the onslaught of fatty mass that lands solidly in his ass, pushing it outwards and making it firm but still bouncy, and jiggly. He grits his teeth, hissing with pleasure as his ass rips through his underwear, and screams in pleasure as the sensitive, jiggling globes press against his jeans, putting immense pressure on them as the seams start breaking apart to let his massive ass take up the space it needs. He loses several inches in height, the lost mass resettling in his still inflating ass, the sensation mind-numbingly good.

The bones in his hands pop and rearrange, the palms inflating a little but not a lot, his fingers sucking away excess fat and moving it to his ass. His newly sensitive hole feels like it's burning. Burning with emptiness. He gyrates his massive ass - god they're like beach balls!! - against the leather, desperate for some relief in his increasingly horny, frazzled mind. It's the ass of his dreams. Except it's now hanging off his lower back at a severe angle, and he can feel the weight of it over his trembling thighs, as heat pours into them.

His thighs become fleshy pillars to support his fat ass. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the muscles grow and tone, solidifying as whatever excess fat his body can suck away in his flattening stomach falls into them, growing them big enough to split the seams of his jeans. He squeezes his thighs, like he's trying to prevent them from growing bigger, splitting apart his jeans as the muscles flex and continue growing. His calves harden and become solid diamonds pressing against his jeans. He rubs the smooth - wait, smooth!? - flesh of his thighs and shakes his legs, the rolling muscles making his eyes cross with pleasure as they close around the space of his overheated balls.

"M - Mr. Mandelieu."

Costas' Mr. Mandelieu's cock is in his hand, all 10 slick glorious inches.

Leo's feet shrink and collapse. The size 12s rearranging onto soft size 9s, his shoes slipping off and collapsing on the floor. His socks hanging off his diminished feet. He flexes his still shrinking toes and bucks, literally thrusts into the air like a bull, as his cock starts spurting cum again, this time breaking the zipper of his jeans and flopping out, firing all over the expensive carpet and his shirt, the cum raining down on his denser, muskier pubes. With each volley of cum, he feels more of himself slipping away. His head feels emptier, his thoughts taking longer to manifest and come together. He feels a little afraid as Mr. Mandelieu says, "You don't ever skip chest day, do you?"

Leo's nipples press so hard against his shirt his hands fly off the chair and grab them, twist and pull as the fat in his chest recedes into his ass and thighs, growing them bigger and causing more fabric to buckle and break under the pressure. A great slither of his crack sits against the leather making him moan and groan, pull his nipples harder as muscle swells behind them.

"Ahhh AH!"

His back arches as small, hard pecs begin mounting on his chest, right above his flat stomach. The muscles are tightening and expanding around his skin. He yanks and pulls on his nipples like he's trying to force milk out of his growing chest. But really he's just pulling his pecs forward, coaxing pure muscle into his hands as the pink buds in his hands bloat into sensitive salamis. His chest broadens and forces his shoulders wider to make room for his burgeoning chest, muscles flexing without his control as they surge forward, big tight slabs of jock muscle that split the buttons of his shirt with their size. It takes him more than a moment to realize the little strands of his chest hair he once grew are no longer there. When he looks into his waistband, he sees that the only hair on his body is the dense bush of pubes crowning his cock. And the smell....it's so...strong. His musk and man stink has never really been that intense. Now it smells like he's just been sweating all day in a jockstrap. The flesh behind his nipples surge one final time with muscle and his pecs firmly mount themselves on his upper torso, making him unleash a low, whiny groan.

Mr. Mandelieu's pants are down now. Cock and huge balls fully in view. The gamey wallop of his scent hits Leo in the nose and makes him moan louder, as he cums again. But this time, the orgasm doesn't even scratch the surface of his horny mind. It feels good, yes, but god there's a better orgasm hiding underneath that.

"Mr. - pant pant - Mandelieu."

"Yes?"

He's tweaking one of his own nipples now, heaving his hairy pecs out of his shirt. Leo tries his best to resettle, sitting on his cushion-like ass and spasming the unfamiliar pleasure racing through him.

"Please...."

"Do you want to stop?"

Do I?

"I just want to cum."

"Then cum."

That better orgasm lances through him like a sword. He arches his back into the bridge position and just lets cum rain all over his smooth, tight chest, his smaller torso. This time, he begins to feel...scratchy in his clothes. Like they're really not fitting him right. He takes off his torn jeans and his broken shirt. Stripping out of them as his orgasm begins to subside, his still dripping cock sending droplets of cum all over the carpet. He's vaguely aware of the seductive way he's stripping out of his clothes, like a stripper almost. Thrusting out his chest, cock, and ass. Throwing his clothes away and just lying there in his ruined briefs, which finally tear off as his hips creak wider and stronger, allowing a final flood of fatty muscle to land in his ass and send another cum rocket out of his cock.

"You're turning out nicely."

"Thank you Mr. - Sir."

Sir?

He places his hands on his stomach, writhing in the chair, completely naked, the leather sending sparks of jittery pleasure up his body because of how sensitive his sweaty skin is. The flatness is weird. Hot, but weird. He runs his smaller hands over it, afraid to go higher and accidentally touch one of his thumbtack hard, and sized, nipples.

"Sir, what's - what's happening to me?"

"Well I'll tell you. But first I have to compliment that core of yours."

The wind is knocked out of him in a breathy moan, as his stomach tightens. The tightening is accompanied by a rush of blood to his kind of softening cock, as cum gutters - genuine cum gutters - carve into his waist. He throws his head back against the headrest in pure bliss as abs forge their way through his taut and sensitive skin. He barely understands what Mr. Sir is saying. But from what he can gather from his increasingly addled mind is that that previous horny wish of being a personal sex toy might actually be happening.

Leo groans and shifts in his seat as his abs and core continue strengthening, his core strong enough along with his thighs, hips, and ass, to ride and milk a dick to within an inch of its life. His cock is just oozing, each pulse forcing out more cum like he's squeezing a dish rag full of cum.

"My usual, they're busy running the gym and all the other Coffee shops. I'm just looking for someone more consistent."

Leo's abs settle into place. They're beautiful. All lined up in a neat row. He runs his fingers up and down the tight, cobblestone skin.

"You smell so good sir."

"Thank you."

His laugh makes Leo whimper and moan.

"Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss with those big fat lips of yours."

And he does. He gets up and nearly falls backwards due to the weight hanging on his lower body. Sir meets him halfway and pulls him in, hand tantalizingly close to his round, voluptuous ass.

Leo's lips plump up and expand. Kissable, perky, lips to wrap around a cock and never let go. The kiss with Sir makes Leo nearly cum right then and there, made even more unbearable by Sir's big, massive hands rubbing and caressing, and spanking those bountiful cheeks. He has to stand on his tiptoes to meet Sir's beautiful lips.

Then he breaks it. Leo just whimpers.

"Flex for me."

His soft, flabby biceps expand and grow. It's an orgasm via his biceps, the fat redistributing throughout his body. Lower and into his pecs, filling them out more. Even lower and into his ass that pushes against Sir's hand as his pit hair grows bushier and stronger. He collapsed into Sir's body as his arms continue to grow lithe and muscular, strong but not overly large biceps. He kisses Sir's neck, grinding against his thigh, their fat cocks brushing against each other as Sir's grumbling moans resonate and bounce around in Leo's emptying skull. The world around him seems to warp and shimmer.

"Why don't you take a look at yourself?"

Suddenly, they're not in the office but a pool. Sir is in a Speedo with his fat cock visible right through it, the bulge making Leo's hole twinge.

A big sprawling house looms in the distance. Leo looks around, his dumbing mind confused but not at all frightened. When he sees himself in the reflection of the pool house's glass, he's floored.

Sir's Daddy's hand stays firmly on Leo's ass. Everything feels blindingly good. Except the emptiness that's been in his ass the entire time his body has been morphed and bent to Sir's will.

He's guided to one of the many couches and sits Leo on his lap, the sensation of Daddy's swollen cock between his massive ass, teasing that sensitive hole rocks Leo to his core.

"Do you want to be my himbo?"

Leo feverishly nods. To keep feeling everything this good. He doesn't feel worried, or afraid, or concerned. His old life drips and drops out of his cock. He knows that as soon as Daddy's cock enters him, that old life will be like a long dream.

A lifetime position.

Daddy lifts him up and is about to position him above his massive cock.

"Wait!"

He pauses.

"We can still stop if you don't want this."

Leo sheepishly looks around the gorgeous property. All his. His to use. His to fuck in. Do whatever.

"Can you make me a little beefier?"

Daddy nods.

Then he plunges all of his cock into Leo's ass. His brain ignites with pleasure, a huge campfire of sex just lit up. The Big One - the No Going Back orgasm - rocks his frame and he paints Daddy's big, broad chest with his cum as he bounces on Daddy's cock like a pogo stick. Working Daddy's cock deeper inside of him, stretching his hole and pounding his prostate, literally making him howl with sexual gratification. He sifts through his dulling mind and realizes that, okay, he can do basic math. He can still take care of himself. But whenever he tries reaching into that well of higher thought and concern, he simply draws a blank. Daddy wraps his arms around Leo as he cums, thick ropey cum landing deep in Leo's body.

This cum is then distributed around Leo's tight body as he groans and shakes, cum firing out of his cock again. His pecs become fuller, softer, fat filling in the space around his muscles, stretching and dragging his nipples and chest across Daddy's body, intensifying his orgasm. His ass and thighs grow jigglier but no less strong, squeezing Daddy's cock and making him groan. His abs bloat slightly and push against Daddy's stomach. He hugs Daddy tightly as he's overwhelmed with love and deep affection for him.

The horny fog finally lifts.

When Costas pulls out with a slick pop! , Leo sees his finalized form as he slumps into the empty space on the couch, exhausted and content.

"How do you feel big guy?"

Leo rests his head on Costas' chest, wraps his thicker, beefier arms around his body and begins drifting off to sleep with a faint smile on his face. Costas laughs and kisses Leo on the top of his head, pulling him in tight.

Truthfully, Leo's the happiest he's ever been.