Dedicated Roleplay

Dedicated Roleplay

By: chaoticdjinn

Enzo's head gave a little throb, prompting him to wince visibly for the umpteenth time that night. He didn't understand why he was suddenly feeling so out of sorts. He had been fine an hour ago when he was prepping for DnD. "Sorry guys, guess I'm just sort of out of it tonight. What was your last move?" "I said I wanted to see if I could persuade the guard into letting me talk to the Half-Elf they just brought in." Replied Sam, looking at Enzo with an odd smile. “Right, right. Sure give me a roll.” “Eighteen” Replied Sam, giving a little whoop of excitement at his high roll. Enzo rolled his die behind the screen and froze. Looking between the 12 he rolled on the die and the sheet that housed the NPC’s stats he couldn’t make sense of what the total was supposed to be. What was worse, he couldn’t even remember what he was supposed to use to check against a persuasion check. “Uh, he believes you, I guess.” Mumbled Enzo, his head feeling heavier with each passing second. “What do you mean you guess? You’re the DM, does he or doesn’t he?” Asked Sam, the smile on his face growing curiously wider. “I mean, yeah he does.” Affirmed Enzo, rubbing his temple lightly. As the scene continued on Enzo found himself faltering at every interaction. He suddenly couldn’t remember any of the work that he prepped just an hour or so ago, nor did he have a clear memory of what the overarching plot of the campaign was. With a grunt and a groan, Enzo pushed himself away from the table and stood up, feeling a sudden anxious energy surge through his body. “Holy crap guys I think it worked.” Said Sam, looking between Enzo and the rest of the group. “Well yeah, I’m not the group’s Wizard for nothing.” Replied Adam, tapping his handmade spellbook. Enzo’s eyes widened as the anxious feeling inside of him exploded into a surge of energy that coursed through his entire body. He felt the seams of his tight jeans and small, snug shirt rip and tear while his body expanded outward.  A flat chest became a thick and powerful shelf of muscle. His nonexistent biceps swelled to the size of softballs, then bowling balls, his veins pressing up tightly against his skin. His ripped clothing swirled and undulated, taking on a new shape entirely. An ultra low cut muscle shirt, loose gym shorts, a backwards cap and running shoes. His head clouded and he watched fact after fact pour away from his understanding and into the void of nothingness. Where he once understood all the rules to DnD he now understood how to build a proper weightlifting routine. Where there used to be a clear picture of all of the seasons of Dr Who now was a clear as day picture of every single episode of Jersey Shore. His mind shifted, struggling to find a way to rationalize why he was actually hanging out with the skinny nerds around him. They had helped him with some of his classes back in his first year of college and they had turned out to be kind of cool guys. They helped him with his studies, he helped them at the gym. He got them to watch football with him every couple of Sundays and he played as the barb in their DnD party. He didn’t understand most of the rules, but it was fun to imagine a world where he could get through most of his problems by punching things.

“So come on man, declare your action.” Said Sam, bringing Enzo’s mind back to the present. “Uh, I punch the guy then. Isn’t that what I said? It’s kind of hard to think right now.” Replied Enzo, sitting back down and rubbing the front of his gym shorts. “What did you come over without getting off again?” Asked Sam. “You know you can’t have a boner and play DnD at the same time. We go through this like, every week.” “Well, maybe I just like having you take care of it for me.” Replied Enzo with a dumb grin. “Ok guys, five-minute break while I take care of Enzo here. Stretch, get drinks whatever.” Enzo watched the rest of his friends get up from around the table and head towards the kitchen, leaving him and Sam with a sense of relative privacy. It didn’t really bother Enzo one way or the other, with all of them watching straight up or pretending not to look from the kitchen. He had a hot body and he knew it, so showing it off was no problem.  He stood back up and hooked his thumbs around his shorts, dropping them around his knees and revealing his rock hard muscle butt. “Dude, you didn’t even wear any underwear.” Said Sam with a shake of his head as he fished his 6-inch cock out of his underwear. “It just gets in the way.” Began Enzo, spreading his cheeks. “And it’s kinda like role-playing, like Adam and his book. I don’t think a barb would wear underwear.” “Yeah, you’re probably right about that man, they’re usually pretty simple like that. Big, dumb, not much on their minds.” Replied Sam, pushing his dick between his friend’s cheeks. “Heh, yeah, that’s why I play ‘em. Way easier to play when you just make your character after yourself.” Grunted Enzo, taking the dick like a champ. While Enzo felt his body rocked back and forth by his friend’s thrusts he couldn’t help but feel as though he had forgotten something important. The idea bubbled up to the front of his mind before popping and vanishing into the ether before he could grasp it.  Shrugging he dismissed the feeling. It probably wasn’t important, and if it was he was sure one of his friends would remind him. They always took such good care of him when they gamed.

CV Boost - Let’s Get Down to Business

Ryan felt claustrophobic in his shirt, tie and cardigan combo - it certainly wasn’t his usual get-up but he wanted to try and look a little bit professional for his Zoom call with the CV Consultant. After years of dead-end jobs in cafes, art galleries and cinemas he decided it was time to get serious about finding a career. The only issue was that his Art History degree and scatty work history made it difficult for him to be seriously considered by anyone.

His friend John recommend The CV Consultant, a one-off Zoom session where the Consultant looked at your CV, suggested some changes, and then guaranteed placement in a job. Ryan was a bit sceptical but was also a bit desperate at this point, so he got a haircut, trimmed his beard and squeezed into a shirt. Trying to button it all the way drove home that his physical health was almost as dubious as his work history, but it was never something he had taken seriously. He was too busy exploring art galleries, watching art-house films, going to expos with his other hipster friends.

At 3pm on the dot, the Zoom app chimed and a pristinely dressed men appeared with a million-dollar smile. “Ryan!” the Consultant exclaimed, beaming down the camera. “So good to meet you! I’m so thrilled you’ve entrusted me in taking a look at your CV and finding the perfect job for you.”

Ryan, a bit taken aback from the Consultant’s exuberance meekly grinned and muttered “nice to meet you as well.”  The Consultant continued as if Ryan hadn’t said a word, “Well Ryan, let’s get cracking. First things first, in your own words, why have you struggled to find a fulfilling career.”

Ryan was a bit taken aback - he thought the CV Consultant was just going to suggest some format or font changes to the actual document. He felt oddly compelling to respond to this gurning, intense man. “Well, I studied art history at college and its always been a passion of mine. I still love art, and wanted to find a career there - I didn’t want to sell out and become another corporate drone. But I never find any meaningful jobs.”

The Consultant nodded sympathetically. “Yes, I completely understand. History of art is a noble and deserving degree, but certainly not the most employable. Its a shame that you dismissed the corporate world so readily though, I have so many positions in the business world to fill.”

Ryan chuckled despite himself - “Yes, well, I’d love to make your job easy for you but…”. The Consultant interjected, again seemingly unaware of Ryan’s presence. “Now a degree in Business and Management, that would really get you places. Don’t you wish you had gone down that route instead?” Before Ryan could reply, a knowing smirk emerged on the Consultant’s face. “You know what let’s just skip a few steps and make that change shall we?” the Consultant added, grinning and enthusiastically typing.

Before Ryan could say anything a sharp numbing pain across his forehead and he screwed his eyes shut. A bizarre sensation enveloped his brain, throbbing and pulsating wildly. New memories - of going to college to study business, learning about managing costs, insurance, risk - all invaded his mind without warning. And then… nothing. The pain stopped and he was back in his bedroom, dressed the same, looking the same. 

“What the hell was that?!” Ryan shouted.

“Just a little step onto the corporate ladder, now let’s move on. Tell me some of your hobbies and interests.”

Ryan, panicked and baffled wanted to shut down his laptop but again felt compelled to answer. “Well, as I said. I love art, going to galleries and expositions.” He searched his mind - his years of formal art education had gone, but he still liked and appreciated art, indie films and having in-depth discussions with his pretentious friends (even if they didn’t take his views into account much now given his Business degree). His life was largely unchanged.

The Consultant looked disappointed. “No, no I don’t think that will do. The average business student at college doesn’t care about art. You need to be relatable to your colleagues. Let’s erase those interests”. The Consultant aggressively typed and before Ryan could stop, the pain struck again, this time oddly numbing. He felt his knowledge about art slowly… melt away. His memories of art galleries, of having  discussions with his friends all fell away.

The Consultant was focused on the task at hand. “Now, new interests. Let’s go with sports and keeping in shape shall we? And looking good - there’s nothing a businessman respects more than a well-shaped man in a well-fitted suit.”

Ryan was met with a blinding sensation and was bombarded with new memories. Of playing sports at high school - baseball and football - and keeping up his fitness at college. It became his drive and his group of friends reflected that - they were interested in going to the gym and going out. His memories of his friendship circle and conversations shifted - he didn’t have any intellectual interests now, it was just hanging out and shooting the shit. His colleges days were spent going out, working out, then going to lectures and classes in his stinky work out gear.

The memories kept coming - even after college his kept up the routine, now focused on getting bulky. He wanted to dominate the gym and dominate the board room. But he started taking his general appearance more seriously as well - bought tailored clothes, expensive accessories, perfectly coiffed hair. Showing off his work at the gym was crucial to him, and his clothes needed to reflect this.

“Ryan, Ryan are you okay? Maybe went a bit far there too quickly” the Consultant chuckled.

Ryan eyes opened, and shot open wider when he looked down. His entire body, his entire being was distorted. He felt oddly heavy and chunky. He gazed down at his hands - thick and veiny. And he was in a beautiful, perfectly fitted suit. And clasped at his body - his hard stomach, his shelf of a chest - and stared down at his meaty thighs, a memory of having to get specially tailored trousers for his sizeable buns to fit in. And he grasped at his face - it felt similar but the proportions were a bit off. And his hair felt so… manicured? In the little box of the corner of the Zoom was a face he barely recognised. It was him but… someone completely new.

“There we go, you look much more professional now. I can see you leading board rooms and meetings around this country. Let’s see if we can find some jobs.” 

Ryan was breathing heavily, sweaty and panicking, but for a moment felt oddly comforted by the Consultant’s words. For the first time since he could remember, he did feel a weird sense of purpose, of presence. Memories trickled in - in his group of friends he was the one who could lift the most, who dressed the best, who could pick up the hottest ladies. Exploring his new body made him feel oddly grounded. And with that came calm.

The Consultant eyes darted around, clearly scanning his computer. “Ok… interesting. A few jobs you would be perfect for. But they are all entry-level positions.” Ryan chuckled with his new sense of self. He was better than a damned entry-level position. The Consultant however, shrugged, “ok, let’s see what we can do.”

Ryan felt squeezed and oddly compressed. “What the hell…” he started, before realising his voice but a little less gravelly, a bit higher. He reached for his Adams apple and where there had been some designer stubble it was now bear. His stared at his hands which looked a little bit less weathered, a little skinnier. He jumped up from his chair just as his jacket and tie disappear into thin air and felt his weight shift again - still bulky, but certainly more lean. He ripped open his now more simple shirt and saw youthful, tight abs. He was still fit as hell, but must have been in his mid-20s at the most. He rubbed his now less regal hair and stared at his youthful, wrinkle-free visage in the Zoom window. 

Mid-20s was a good guess. He remembered his new college years - years at the frat, playing sports and working out, hooking up with girls (and guys…) but also studying hard. And that seemed so recently, so fresh in his mind. He had just graduated, perfect for an entry-level job. And with that years and knowledge and experience dissipated from his mind. 

“Perfect, perfect!” the Consultant gleefully shouted, clearly proud of his work. “Just one more small change to push you to the top of the application pile. This company pride themselves on Diversity and Inclusion, so a little change there…”. A warming sensation flooded Ryan’s body and he gazed down at his body, slowly getting darker. It moved from already tanned to something decidely less… white. His body otherwise stayed the same, although he noticed his nipples darkening and the bulge in his suit trousers getting just a tad more prominent. And as he stared at his picture in Zoom he saw his hair darkening and curling up, his licks becoming more kissable, and his irises turning a deeply dark and alluring.

“What the fuck man”, Ryan uttered, taking aback from his deeper, sensual voice. “I don’t… how did…” He kept wanting to shout, to get answers, but was distracted by his taut, dark body and handsome visage.

“Well, I think my work here is done Ryan - you start your management consultancy position tomorrow. As ever, this is a free service but please do refer me to any friends looking for a little boost to their CV!” And before Ryan could say anything - whether to scream, or thank him, or cry - the laptop blared with a blinding light and…

****

Ryan took a quick snap in the work bathroom to celebrate making through his first day. He knew he was acing it - he was charming, he was capable and he looked good. He hadn’t worn many suits before, but he loved how professional he looked. He’d upload the picture to his Instagram later and all his followers, mainly there for his workout thirsty traps, would love the change of scene. It was the first day in his dream job, what he had been planning for years. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Taking control

Zach was relentlessly bullied by Jay, with zach being nerdy, a ginger, and one of the few asian people in the school made him an easy target. And Jay loved low hanging fruit.

As senior year rolled around Zach had concoted a special serum that would make anything he say real. Something he had always fantasied about.

Locking his car he swiftly made his way into the school, excited to try out the serum. Along the way he quickly downed it, the oozing blue liquid leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste.

"hey pipsqueak" jay said, looking over Zach.

"I see you havent changed much over the summer, still the same faggy nerd. Take a look at my gains fire crotch." He commanded as he flexed the impressive 20 pounds of muscle he had put on in a few months.

"don't talk to me like that jay"

As he said that Jay wanted to say something, but for some reason he couldnt insult him even if he tried.

"what... what the fuck did you do to me?" Jay said his voice slightly quivering.

"nothing you have to worry about, in fact you think that me changing you is normal. Everyone thinks my changes have always been reality, you couldnt tell anyone if you wanted"

A feeling came over Jay, relief. He smiled at Zach.

"hey sorry, I don't know what I was talking about earlier" his brash voice became very soft and inviting.

"Its okay Jay. Just remember that you're my bitch boy, my cunt. You can't talk to your superior that way."

How could he be so silly, why would he every say those things to his master? Mr. Zach treated him so nicely.

"I'm sorry sir! Please forgive me"

"It's okay, just dont let it happen again."

What a sight to be behold, a huge 6'6 bodybuilder bending to the will of a tiny 5'6 nerd.

"lets go into the janitors closet, I want some alone time with you"

"whatever you want sir!"

Although Jay's mind had been mostly rewritten, a part of him deep down was screaming this was wrong, although that voice was drowned out by the command to obey Zach.

Standing in the closet, zach made sure the door was locked as he got on his knees.

"over the next few minutes, your masculinity will drain into me and when you cum, you will cum your old life and memories."

Jay's eyes showed fear for a split second, followed by ecstacy as Zach brought down his sweats and started toying with his giant dick.

"lets say for fun, you can't cum until i let you" As the words left his mouth Jay felt his dick get harder, becoming fully erect at 14 inches. A supernatural force was keeping him from cumming as zach wrapped his mouth around the tip, playfully licking it as he slowly inched the huge dragon down.

As he bobbed, it felt easier to fit. Looking up he realized that Jay's Body wasen't as defined as it was a few seconds ago. His pecs not as big.

After a minute or so he was able to get to the base of his dick, although that was because it had grown considerably smaller.

Zach felt his own cock slide down his leg as it grew thicker and longer, straining against his denim jeans.

"wow... your... shoulders have gotten... so broad" Jay cooed as he put his arms on zach's shoulders. He felt his muscles ripple as they expanded.

Zach stopped as he got up, now eye level with Jay.

"Are you getting taller?" Jay said as he caressed Zach's growing lean torso. He took off his shirt, revealing a trail of abs leading down to his own throbbing member

"I sure am, soon ill be a lot taller than you little twink" he said as he brought his large hands up to jay's face, gently holding his jaw as their height difference became much more obvious.

"now go ahead and bend over for me"

Jay immediately showed his ass to him as it started to plump up. Jay looked behind him at the imposing figure slightly scared as this was his first time bottoming.

"don't worry baby, it won't hurt. You crave my dick, you worship it, it could never hurt you"

Zach said as his now footlong dick leaked precum. He spit on his hand and spread Jay's ass open with it. Jay gasped and moaned as his voice became higher.

Zach slowly started to put his dick in as he covered Jay's mouth so he wouldnt make any noise.

"ohhhh fuck your bussy feels so good" zach moaned in jay's ear as his dick got longer and thicker, Jay's dick getting shorter and shorter. Only 2 inches hard.

Zach's muscles filled out more as the last of Jay's masculinity slipped right out of him and into Zach's dick.

The sound of his giant balls slapping against jay's plump ass getting louder and quicker.

"you can cum in 3."

Zach reached around jay's slim waist and felt jay's micropenis, feeling it in his huge hand as he massaged it.

"2."

He let go of jay's mouth as he trailed his hand down his neck to one of his nipples. Massaging it sensually while rhythmically thrusting. Finding it hard to speak through his grunts.

"1."

They both moaned in unison as Jay squirt a small but strady stream of cum out of his inch long dick into Zach's hand as Zach came buckets into his ass. He quickly pulled out as he looked at his gleaming 20 inch thick as a soda can dick. It was completely covered in cum and not going down at all.

Jay turned around and looked at the giant hunk in front of him, zach licked jay's cum off his hand as jay started to wrap his perfect soft pillowly lips around zach's giant dick, cleaning it with his tongue. Zach grabbed jay's hair as he forced his head to the base of his dick.

As he did so he came another huge load, filling jay's stomach. As his cum guzzled down his giant shaft. Zach moaned, his voice deepening a few more octaves into a rich bass.

Jay unlatched himself, looking up at Zach, the once nerdy asian with his glasses still on, his muscles gleaming in the dim light. If he had to guess he was probably at least 6'9

"are you full now, slut?"

Zach started to feel himself start chubbing again, not taking his eyes off the tiny 5'3" twink in front of him.

"im so full daddy, thank you for the meal~" Jay cooed as he traced zach's huge pecs.

/ can you tell i like red heads

Hey! Congrats on the milestone, exciting stuff!

If it’s not too late, I think that I’d like to take Kaleb‘s wish.

Oh of course Id be all but happy to put you in Kaleb's place.

You blink and suddenly you are a hot Korean stud at a resort near the beach. A thin coat of sweat and sunscreen covers your body. You can't help but flex your new amazing muscles and bounce your pecs. Something you had never had the joy of doing.

You struggle to hide you hard on in your tight little speedo that was already making your package and bubble butt look fuller. You can't help but flash a cocky smile as you walk by the pool showing off your big glistening body.

But you wanna see how much this new you can do, you want to see how much you can lift. Taking out the key card that was stuffed in the strap of your speedo you scan into the hotel and make your way to the gym. Others around you are wearing a towel or had put on shorts to enter the hotel but you chose to ignore the towel boy, opting to instead strut down the halls in your tight little thong.

Reaching the gym you were surprised nobody was in there, I mean it was a hotel gym so it wasn't much other than a couple of dumbbells and a few cables but it was something to test out your strength.

You went over to the dumbbells and doubled what you thought you could lift and even that was incredibly light. You smiled moving up the weight until something felt difficult. Finally you found something that felt almost impossible to curl. You hands stuck at your sides as your face turned bright red in the mirror, biting your lip you grunt trying your best when suddenly you forearm on you left arm rockets the weight up in a perfect easy bicep curl, You see in the mirror as your arm had doubled in size. You drop the weight in shock followed by your right arm suddenly doubling in size, then your chest expanding out. One by one every muscle group doubled in size turning you into a freakishly big bodybuilder.

Soon that tight little thong became an uncomfortable trap as your bulge and ass also grew. You tried to pick out the muscle wedgie but your arms were too big and collided with your back hindering your movement.

You watched as the mirrors began to fog up and a repugnant smell of musk filled the hair. You saw the sweat running down your new gigantic lats and chest. Trying to walk every step you took was difficult as you had to avoid you ridiculous sized thighs from crushing your junk. You waddled out into the hallway hearing a few guests complain about the sudden stench of sweat and body odour.

You can barely fit yourself between the walls of the hotel corridor, but finally you reached the glass doors back outside. One step forward and you found your shoulders colliding with the doors. Having to force yourself outside you hear people muttering to each other about where the suddenly smell of sweaty gym clothes came from. Even outside in the fresh air all heads slowly turn your way realising the giant muscle giant was the source of the stench.

Kaleb's wish was "to balloon up with muscle and constantly demand attention with an aura of toxic masculinity"

I hope you enjoy his wish to the fullest.

The three burly, hairy, football jocks thought they were slick, vandalizing the side of KOK'S Frat house. They thought that I wouldn't find out who wrote the slurs, who spray painted COCKSUCKER, BOTTOM BITCH and FAGGOT. It's always funny for these types of men to get what's coming to them and deliver some justice, whether you see my method as ironic or karmic is up to you. All I know is if they wanted to fuck with KOK, KOK was going to fuck them.

The first change was small, the trio of douchebags found themselves unwilling to separate. They went about the next day getting up, hanging out and skipping their courses, shooting the shit none the wiser the more time they spent together, the more they found themselves getting HORNIER. They just mentally told themselves it had been awhile, or pulled out their phone to excuse it as seeing some hot girl on social media.

The next change was fun, as Jock number one, the one who spray painted COCKSUCKER, found his mouth PARCHED. His THROAT was so HUNGRY, he had no idea how to feed it, one of his bros that morning had pointed out to him his lips looked SWOLLEN. That same BRO now was looking at his PLUMP, DSL's and couldnt help but think of them sliding across his member. Sure Jock number one was a BRO the other two douchebags thought, but he was obviously such a COCKSUCKER that it be no problem to fuck his mouth. How had they never seen it before, I mean after accepting he was a COCKSUCKER, it was like they had to rub their eyes because BRO had always screamed that with their smooth skin, LISPY VOICE, their toned, lithe muscles, and their round muscled ass.

Jock number two, the one who wrote BOTTOM BITCHES across our walls was the next to change. He found his CHEEKS more sensitive, his old underwear that was becoming uncomfortable shifted to a KOKSTRAP unbeknownst to him. His ass which kept feeling ITCHY around his virgin hole, was attracting ALL the attention as with each step those jiggling mounds grew becoming almost too big for his sweatpants. His BROS pointed out to him with a SLAP of his gorgeous globes, that his OBSESSION with leg day was catching up to him. That slap had caused jock number two to bite his lip but his BROS still heard his moan. When the other two, one a douchebag and one a COCKSUCKER, heard the moans it took them a second to realize just how fuckable their bro was they had to listen to it again causing them to SLAP his other cheek. It was so clear to them as his ass JIGGLED that their BRO wasn't ever a hairy football player of a man, he'd always been such a BOTTOM BITCH, his ass always pushed out in his too tight sweatpants, his cock print always visible but just a soft decoration as he always was craving something in his smooth cheeks. I mean how else would a clean shaven hungry muscle bottom like him get anything else.

At this point my magic had to work quickly as the HORNY BROS were down to one man who was starting to get worried. His mind conflicted with dissonance as memories of two worlds collided. Jock number three the one who wrote FAGGOTS on our doors was confused as to why he was hanging with these two fairies. But as that confusion ate away at his mind his BROS, one COCKSUCKER and one BOTTOM BITCH began to lead him to the KOK house. The closer they walked, the more they talked the more Jock number three changed, each step took his muscles, each step replaced them with soft hairless skin. His masculinity being vanquished as he walked through my doors, his body becoming more feminine, his hips and ass growing, his lips plumping, his height shrinking. His BROS couldn't deny he wasa FAGGOT, I mean they all were. As they got to my room and laid on my bed I smiled and walked out to them. It was going to be a fun night!

H for Henry?

Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.

My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.

He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.

"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"

"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied

As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.

I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.

"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.

"Horny."

I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.

"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.

"Himbo."

It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.

"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.

"Hairy." He added.

My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.

"Homo." He finished

My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?

"Bro.... You're so.... close..."

"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"

With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.

I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.

"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.

"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.

Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.

"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.

"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.

"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."

Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.

"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.

"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.

"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"

"Yeah? You want it hard?"

"Make me bust my nut!"

Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.

He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.

"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"

"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"

"Fuckkk!"

"I'm close too- I'm!"

Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.

"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."

Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.

"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.

"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."

I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.

"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.

"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.

I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.

"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.

"Husband."

Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.