Can You Believe It?

Can you believe it?

10.02.2024

Can you fucking believe it?

As most of you know, I'm working for LifeCorp, and you won't believe what they just did to me! I'm pissed!

My job is, apparently, becoming 'obsolete' with the whole AI thing bla bla bla. But! Of course, they don't want to fire me. Instead, they're offering me alternative positions. So far so good, right? But do you know which positions they offered me?

- Security Guard

- Janitor

- Escort

Not that bad, right? I mean I don't have the skillset for any of those, but that is apparently no problem, because these jobs come with a fucking mandatory life change if I take them?

Apparently, my usual charming self is not enough:

What kind of bullshit is this? Normal companies ask you to move if you want to keep your job, LifeCorp requires you take on a whole new body, just to keep working for them.

You think that's outrageous? It gets better. Apparently, none of those jobs is suitable for a woman. I can be a male security guard, a male janitor or a male escort. And when I complained about it, they just said that for security guard and janitor, a strong body is a requirement, and they have enough female escorts already. What a bunch of assholes! There's absolutely no way I'm gonna take one of those jobs.

Love, Tracy

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14.02.2024

Have you seen LifeCorp's newest shit post? The valentine's day special? The audacity!

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LifeCorp's Special Offer

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤ Here at LifeCorp we value our employees and all the hard work they do to keep our company running smoothly. From d

Stacy and Zara are now fricking men? No doubt they have been bullied to make that change. You know what this company has? A fucking frat-boy attitude. More and more people are becoming guys, "BeCaUsE tHeY wAnT tO". Bullshit. It's clear to me that the upper management wants to see more dick in their company. Probably a cocksucker like Stacy and Zara have become. I'll talk to them first chance tomorrow.

Oh, and Matthew? Why would anyone want to become a Latino?!

Love, Tracy

***

18.02.2024

Okay, I talked to Stacy and Zara (No, I won't call them "Steel and Zacharias", these are still women!). They were all "Oh, we're so much happier now" and "We're finally being our true selves" and "You should do the same, really."

It's a fucking brainwash. I mean, they haven't been right in their mind to begin with (they had the delusion of being a couple - ha! Couples are one man and one woman, nothing else!), but it's becoming veeery clear to me that they have been forced and brainwashed. And I will find proof for that!

Love, Tracy

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18.02.2024 - 2

Okay, I'm fuming now. I told my boyfriend about that whole job situation. And you know what he said? You know what he fucking said?

"Ok. Do whatever makes you happy."

He just said "Ok" and was all cool about it! He even had the audacity to tell me that they didn't force me to do anything and that I could just find a new job if I didn't want any of that bodies.

But the best part is still to come. He said, and I quote, "Just make sure to ask them to make me gay if you take any of those jobs, so we can still be together." I mean... wow. That's a reason for a breakup just there. He's a fricking man, or at least that's what I thought up until now. The thought of becoming gay should have been something that made him sick!

But, oh no. He's fine with it. Disgusting! I need to re-think this relationship.

Love, Tracy

***

19.02.2024

I have a plan!

I'm going to accept one of LifeCorps offers. No, hear me out. I'm gonna accept - and then I'll sue them. Discrimination, kidnapping, something like that. I'm gonna be rich. Oh, and about my boyfriend? He's gonna have it his way. I'll make sure they make him the fag he begs to be and then break up with him. This'll teach him. Good thing he doesn't read this feed.

I'm just too clever for this world. Take that, LifeCorp!

Gonna take the janitor, though. With all their fake diversity and stuff, the guard and escort probably aren't even white.

Love, Tracy

***

22.02.2024

I just got a letter congratulating me on my choice and that they are happy to keep me as an employee. Ha. If these losers knew.

Love, Tracy

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26.02.2024

Holy shit! How do you guys even walk with that thing?

Needless to say, I got my new body. Here's what I look like now:

Apparently, they meant it well with me, cause my new dick is just... enormous. And they gave me some huge balls to match it, too.

The muscles aren't all that bad, either - I just feel big and powerful all around. The hair will take some getting used to, but it's not for long, after all. After I sue them, I'll demand my original body back.

I do have to admit, I'm feeling good, though. So much more powerful, but calm and happy at the same time. I wonder if this is a guy thing or a me thing? Is that how my boyfriend feels all the time?

Oh, gosh. My boyfriend. He's probably gay already, so I should break up with...

But that would be really mean. Also, thinking about him just made my new member react. It's kinda straining my underwear now. These things really do have a mind of their own, right?

What was I writing about? Yes, my boyfriend. Why did I want to break up with him? I mean, he's just cute like a button, right? I just realize what a gigantic asshole I was, planning to break up with him. I'll have to apologize. Or, even better, I'll apologize by showing show him this huge package I got. That's what he wanted, right?

I should really go. Don't want to keep him waiting.

...

You know what? I think I'll try out this new life before I make any more rushed decision. So far, I enjoy being a dude a lot and I'm actually looking forward to my new job. And my new-old boyfriend. And they didn't even force me to do anything. Perhaps I should ask them to adjust my ethnicity later on, though - I feel a bit more adventurous now. Also, I think I'll go by Trace now. It's an unusual name, but I like it.

Sorry for being such an ass before. Well, speaking of ass - off to get some.

Bye!

- Trace

Your stories and images are beyond incredible. My favorite blog on tumblr BY FAR. Truly incredible work. I guess it’s kind of selfish, so absolutely so absolutely no worries, at the very least I got to tell you how much I appreciate and love your content. But I’m a short, nerdy, thin, art student in college right now. I’m tired of being in the closet, I’m tired of being a push over, Im tired of being weak and submissive, I’m tired of being a virgin, and I wanna change. Maybe you could help with a story by turning me into one of those jaw dropping beautiful confident men that you make the pictures of, I would very much appreciate it. But no worries if you can’t, I just love your content!

Confidence

Nathaniel sighed quietly, as he came over his hairless stomach. Of course, he had to be quiet! The dorm walls were paper-thin, and he certainly didn't want the guys from the neighboring dorm rooms to hear him. He looked at the website once more, with the story and the hot buff men before he closed the incognito browser tab and proceeded to clean himself up.

When he looked into the bathroom mirror, he sighed again, but this time, it was a sigh of sadness. There really wasn't anything remotely impressive about him. He was thin and weak, and pathetic really. If it wasn't for his lack of boobs and his sorry excuse for a dick, he could very well pass as a woman. In fact, he had been mistakenly called "Madame" more than once, and one time, he had even been asked "how his transition was going".

No, Nathan was a cis man, just not a very impressive one. He was gay, of course, and loved to look at 'real' men while jerking his small cock. Most of the time, he fantasized about some hairy brute rough-handling him, pushing his face against the bed and fucking his tiny ass into submission. However, even though the thought was exciting to Nathan, he even more wished to *be* such a man. The rational part of Nathan knew that both fantasies would not happen anytime, though. It was physically impossible to just *become* a 'real man', and it was impossible for Nathan to even admit to anyone that he was gay. So, he would probably just stay a closeted virgin forever - doomed to masturbate to some kinky stories he was so embarrassed about that he only dared to look at them from an incognito browser tab.

He sighed a third time when he crawled into bed. Perhaps someday he would accept his fate.

Nathan was already almost asleep when he heard the firework starting outside. Right. It was New Year’s Eve. What a way to start the new year.

The next morning, Nathan was feeling a bit better. Of course, his deep-rooted unhappiness still lingered within him, but Nathan decided to try and enjoy the day. He liked new year’s days. Everyone usually was at home after having celebrated the whole night which meant that the world outside was very quiet. Not much happened on New Year’s Day.

Nathan decided to go to a nearby cafe. There, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate next to him, he got out his drawing utensils and looked around the place. There weren't too many people. An older couple sat together, the man reading a book, and the woman reading a magazine, while an elderly lady sat at the counter. She was probably the owner. However, there was one more guy, a young adult like Nathan, who sat on a nearby table all by himself and was playing on his phone. He had his chair tilted back a bit, stabilizing himself against the wall and rocking a bit. He had earphones in his ear, so he was probably listening to music while doing so.

Nathan's first instinct was to draw the old couple, but then he looked at the other young man again. He looked a bit like one of those men from the internet, the kind that Nathan would fantasize about. Just a bit. The other man wasn't burly and muscular and assertive, but instead he had a lean, fit build. Nathan was a bad judge of character, especially without having spoken to the person in question, but the young man didn't look particularly assertive or dominant either. So, all in all, not too much like the men Nathan longed for on the internet. But still, he had a certain charm to him. Nathan liked the fit, lean body and the aura of positivity the man seemed to exude and wanted to capture that on paper.

Nathan began sketching the man, while occasionally looking up, making sure the man wouldn't notice. However, it was hard to keep his eyes off the guy. Every now and then, he would laugh a bit or make a funny face when watching something on his phone, which Nathan couldn't help but find very attractive.

He was just working on drawing the man's hands, when Nathan suddenly heard someone address him.

"Hey, what are you drawing?" The voice didn't sound rude or unfriendly, but plainly interested. Still, Nathan flinched visibly. The attractive man on the other table had removed one earplug and turned towards Nathan.

"Uh, sorry?" stuttered Nathan, not quite sure how to react. The guy pointed at Nathan's drawing pad and smiled: "You're an artist?"

Nathan could feel the blood rushing to his face. The drawing pad was tilted towards Nathan, so his unvoluntary model could not have seen what exactly Nathan was drawing. He could - no, he should - just lie and tell him he was sketching something in the room. But he just couldn't think of anything and the time for a good answer was running out. Almost involuntarily, Nathan stuttered, with his head red like a tomato: "Uhm, yeah, kind of. I was sketching you, actually."

The guy laughed a short and friendly laugh: "Really? Cool! Can I see it?"

Nathan could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his face got even redder. This was so embarrassing! But he couldn't very well refuse now, could he? So, he placed the pad flat on the table, just as the guy came over and sat himself down on Nathan's table.

"Oh wow!", he sounded impressed. "You're really talented! It's like looking into a mirror."

"Thanks" - Nathan hated getting compliments. Not only didn't he know how to react to them, but he also found them mostly fake. He was an art student, but he wasn't that good really, at least in his own opinion. In the dictionary, there was probably a picture of Nathan right next to the entry for "Imposter Syndrome".

"But why are you drawing me?" Although Nathan had feared that this question might come up, he didn't have a good lie to answer it. It was almost as if his mouth was acting on its own, when Nathan heard himself stammer: "Uh, eh, it's because I... I find you quite handsome actually. Good-looking I mean."

Nathan wished for nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth here and now. But to his big surprise, the guy just laughed again and said: "You think so? Thanks! The name's Oliver by the way." Oliver had, apparently, much less of a problem taking a compliment.

"Nathan." said Nathan and started to relax a tiny bit. However, the situation suddenly got even worse, when Oliver continued, in the same light-hearted voice. "Nice to meet you, Nathan! Are you into guys?"

Nathan froze solid. He hadn't expected that. And even worse, the answer was, of course, yes. But there was no way he could say that, was there? So, instead, he just stared at Oliver with his eyes wide open and a deer-in-headlights look.

"I mean, I'm gay - are you as well?" Oliver explained. "With the whole drawing dudes and all."

Nathan's brain had stopped working properly, so he couldn't help but nod and mumble a faint "yes".

Oliver's smile broadened and he said: "Really? Cool!"

Nathan's mind was racing. He had just admitted his homosexuality. To a complete stranger. Out of the blue. He didn't plan to come out that way, it just... happened.

A moment of awkward silence radiated from Nathan, but, thankfully, Oliver salvaged the situation pretty elegantly.

"Listen Nathan, I'll have to run now. But are you free tomorrow around 2? We could grab a coffee and you could show me some of your drawings if you like."

A spark of bravery, completely foreign to him, awakened in Nathan and he answered: "Y-yes. I think I would like that."

Oliver smiled another of his broad smiles. "Awesome! Let's meet here then tomorrow!"

With that, Oliver nodded at Nathan and left the cafe, putting in his headphone again while humming happily.

Did that really just happen? Nathan looked from the unfinished drawing towards the cafe door. Did he really just... got invited to a date? With a handsome guy named Oliver? Nathan wasn't sure whether to be happy or not. On the one hand, it was a miracle, a once in a lifetime opportunity. A cute and hot guy was actually interested in him! But on the other hand, there was no way he could make a good impression. How desperate had that Oliver guy to be to actually ask *him* out?

A small voice in his head insisted that he could just not show up tomorrow and avoid the whole disappointment. But the spark of bravery was still there, and Nathan fought down the feeling. No, he was going to show. If it turned out to be a disaster, he could still flee the scene - it wasn't like Oliver knew literally anything about him.

Nathan quickly packed his things and returned to his dorm room. Once he arrived, he noticed that he was completely covered in sweat of fear. His shirt showed wet spots under his arms and felt cold to the touch. Disgusted, Nathan immediately went for a shower. Only there, standing under the hot steamy water, Nathan could appreciate what happened. He got *asked out*. On a *date*. With a *guy*. Yesterday he had been certain he would die alone and lonely but then, today, he got *asked out*. Was this really a thing? Did it really happen?

He wasn't sure. He had a hard time believing it. Perhaps the whole thing was just a weird dream? A figment of his imagination. But no. The half-finished drawing was proof enough that Oliver really existed.

When Nathan exited the shower cabin, the whole bathroom was covered in steam, blinding the mirrors. Perhaps this - or the spinning of his thoughts - was the reason that he didn't notice that his hair had changed. Instead of his usual medium length brown-ish hair, he now sported a much shorter hairstyle - in a much darker color, almost black. Be it as it may - Nathan had other things on mind than checking his hair. He spent the whole afternoon and even the evening researching on how to make a good impression on a first date.

The next morning, Nathan slept in, which was pretty unusual for him. His whole frame felt weird, when he crawled out of bed. It wasn't too late, either - he had a comfortable 3 hours until the date. When he passed the bathroom mirror on his morning routine, however, he stopped for a moment. Something was... off about his face. His hair. It looked kind of... different?

Nathan stared at his reflection for a few seconds, straining his mind. Somehow, the shape of his jawbone seemed unfamiliar. And was his hair always that dark, almost black?

Finally, he shook his head. No, he was just seeing things. Of course, that was as it always had been. After having finished his bathroom business, Nathan went for a shower and prepared himself.

An hour later, he stood in front of the mirror, trying out a bunch of outfits and felt slight panic rising inside of him. None of his clothes fit very well, it was like he was cursed! It wasn't that his shirts and pants were much too big or much too small, but for some reason none of his clothes really felt comfortable. Both his favorite shirt and his usual jeans felt somewhat constricting today. Finally, Nathan just put on an outfit, and left his room.

When he entered the cafe, Oliver was already sitting there, two coffee mugs in front of him. He smiled, waved and gestured for Nathan to join him.

"Hello, Nathan!"

"H-hi." said Nathan, his nervousness returning.

"Here, I bought you a coffee!" Oliver pushed one of the mugs over the table.

"Thanks." Nathan was somewhat distracted by the ill-fitting clothes, and he could pretty much feel the nervous sweat practically pouring out of his pores.

"No problem!", said Oliver. "I was early, anyway. How are you doing today?"

"Fine." said Nathan and took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his nervousness. He vividly remembered all the good advice he had read yesterday, but all that felt just impossible to him.

"So, you're an artist? What do you do?" Oliver asked with genuine interest.

"Well, I study art, I guess. I want to be a concept artist, you know, for games or movies or so. But, eh, right now, I'm just a student, and I'm not really that good."

"That's not how I remember it!" smiled Oliver. "Can you show me more of your work?"

Nathan nodded as he got out his sketchbook. Talking about his art was something he was comfortable with and allowed him to warm up somewhat over the course of the conversation. Oliver appeared to be quite a nice guy and had a lot of questions about drawing, so, Nathan, in turn, started to relax and talk more freely. He found out that Oliver was a veterinary technician and had a part time job at a dog shelter. That, combined with the fact that he was, in general, a really nice and positive guy, made him incredibly appealing to Nathan.

After the two had talked for a while, Oliver suddenly remarked: "You know, I really like your stubble! It really suits you!"

Stubble? What was he talking about? Nathan rarely needed to shave, but he had done so this morning, so, it was absolutely impossible that he should have visible facial hair. And yet, as he felt his chin, his fingers met with bristly short hair, so dense and long that there was no way he could have missed it this morning. Nathan found it strange, to say the least, but didn't want to make a scene in this situation. His spark of courage was a small candle flame now, as he just smiled while he felt his chin and said "Thank you!"

The two continued to chat a bit. While doing so, Nathan tried not to think too much about the fact that his clothes were, somehow, tighter than before.

Finally, Oliver's phone buzzed, and he looked at the screen.

"Damn, it's that late already?"

"What is it?", asked Nathan.

"Oh, the dog shelter. I have a shift soon, I need to go!"

Nathan sighed inwardly. He was really enjoying the date and didn't want it to end. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of Olivers hand on his. It felt... good. Good and strange, like the texture of his own hand was somewhat wrong, somewhat rougher than before. When he looked up into Oliver's eyes, he found the other man smiling.

"I really enjoyed this. You are a wonderful person, Nathan. We should do this again."

Nathan nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now.

"How about... tomorrow?", Oliver continued. "There's an art exhibition in town, perhaps you would like to go there with me?"

Nathan's heart jumped a beat. He didn't have time or courage yet to go to the exhibition and the prospect of seeing Oliver again so soon was wonderful.

"I would very much like that", Nathan replied and smiled.

"Great! Let's meet there, say at 5?"

"Sure!"

Oliver smiled his beautiful, broad smile, and stood up, leaving some money for the coffees on the table. Nathan too got up, but before he could leave, Oliver stopped him with a warm expression in his eyes. "You know, I really think I like you a lot." He said, and his hand touched Nathan's somewhat bristly cheek. Almost automatically, both of their faces drew closer to each other, until their lips met with the slightest touch. It was a chaste, short kiss, but Nathan could feel Oliver's lips smile when they broke apart.

"See you tomorrow!", said Oliver and left the cafe.

Nathan's knees felt weak, and his heart was beating rapidly. There were a thousand feeling, all happening inside him at once and Nathan needed a moment to sort through them before he was able to move again. There was a part of him that couldn't quite believe what just happened, but the biggest part was just euphoric. He basically jogged back to his home, full of a never experienced energy.

When he arrived in his room, his body was feeling even weirder than before. All of his clothes were way too tight. It was not just that he felt constricted, no, the clothes actually were much too small. He quickly got rid of them, noticing that, again, he had sweated like a pig. As Nathan glanced down on himself, he could almost see that his body was somehow different. Fitter, healthier. It was probably just his imagination, though, caused by his ecstatic mood. He briefly considered taking another shower but postponed it to tomorrow. There would be plenty of time and Nathan felt really glad and tired for today.

Nathan woke up from two different feelings the next morning. First, he felt itchy and sweaty all over his body and was subconsciously scratching himself in his sleep. Second, and perhaps even more importantly, Nathan was experiencing a severe case of morning wood. His manhood was rigid and pulsating under his sheets and was begging for attention. Nathan had a hard time remembering when he last experienced such an urgent urge to jerk off. He wasn't sure, but the memories of their kissing yesterday came to his mind as soon as he woke up, so, he couldn't resist closing his hand around his hard cock and started pumping. His hand felt rough and big, and Nathan couldn't be sure, but both length and girth of his tool seemed increased, too. However, Nathan could hardly concentrate on that due to the waves of pleasure washing over him.

It didn't take very long for Nathan to shoot a big load onto his stomach, with a moan. It was a big and sticky load, too, mixing with the little dark hairs on his stomach and chest. Nathan blinked in post-nut clarity. Hairs? He didn't have body hair.

Nathan got up quickly and went to the bathroom. Something about his perspective was off, too. It was like the ceiling was closer than it was supposed to be, and the ground further away. Once Nathan had used some toilet paper to wipe away most of the cum, he took a look at himself in the mirror. There was no denying that he looked different. He was definitely somewhat taller and broader than before. He didn't have a scale, but he was sure that he had gained quite some weight as well - not only due to the increased height and broader shoulders but also because his previous stickman-like appearance had been altered quite somewhat. All over his frame, a lean definition was visible, hinting at muscles even. His chin was covered in visible stubble and there was a bit of body hair visible, mainly on his chest and stomach as well as peeking out under his armpit.

Speaking of which, as Nathan raised his arm to look at his pits, a certain smell reached his nose. A musky, manly, slightly sweaty odor that wasn't quite unpleasant but was certainly unfamiliar.

Nathan had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he was seeing. There was no denying he looked *good*. He just didn't look exactly like *himself*. And for some reason, this didn't bother Nathan quite as much as it probably should. He should be panicking or calling a doctor. People didn't just grow taller overnight or put on definition without working out. And yet, Nathan only felt a slight bit of curiosity and a weak impulse that he probably *should* work out then.

Nathan shook his head and went back to his bedroom. He didn't bother putting on clothing and tried to pass the time until afternoon. The only thing that he *really* regretted about his sudden changes was that his favorite shirt and jeans would definitely not fit anymore.

He ended up watching a bit of TV and browsing the internet, before he decided it was time to prepare himself. Finding clothes that would fit now proved to be quite a challenge, but in the end, he settled on a plain t-shirt and some cargo pants. He had bought both of them a number too big by mistake, which came in quite handy now.

Walking through the city was a strange experience. He felt good about himself and held his head high. Combined with the fact that Nathan's head was, indeed, higher than before, it was like seeing the city in a whole new perspective. Less looking at the ground and more looking straight ahead.

His new posture seemed to have another effect, too. Where before he had to avoid people, trying not to get in their way, now they seemed to be stepping aside for him, which was a foreign but not unpleasant experience.

Finally, he arrived at the exhibition and found Oliver already waiting for him. They greeted with a hug and a short kiss, both fully reciprocated by Nathan, and went inside. Although Oliver seemed to notice something was off about Nathan, he didn't mention it and apparently forgot about it quickly.

Today, Nathan found it much easier to talk to Oliver and brought up topics by himself.

The exhibition however was kind of a let-down for Nathan. Although he could judge on a rational level that the art presented here was really well-done and interesting, on a purely emotional level, Nathan found it mind-numbingly boring. The conversation steered away from the art quickly, and more towards personal matters, which was a relief. So, even though they didn't care much about the paintings around them, the two of them ended up wandering around the exhibition for hours, talking and having a good time.

During the date, however, Nathan was quickly experiencing an unfamiliar feeling. The company of Oliver was... exciting. Exciting on a sexual, primal level. Nathan's larger manhood grew semi-hard in his underwear quickly, so Nathan had to readjust himself more than once. At first, he was very self-conscious about it and tried to be as subtle as possible. However, with every push his cock needed in order not to be too obvious, Nathan actually cared less about who saw him readjust himself. He was a guy after all, and all big-dicked men had that particular problem from time to time.

Besides forming a bulge in his groin, however, his constantly semi-hard cock did one more thing: Nathan was leaking precum in his underwear. First, it was just a drop or two on an involuntary throb, but it quickly became more. His underwear was feeling damp before long, and a faint note of sexuality mixed into his still present smell.

After a while, Oliver even commented on it, in his usual upbeat way: "Hey, Nathan, I have to say, you smell pretty good. Are you using cologne?"

Nathan hadn't noticed his own smell too much. His first impulse was to apologize, but the burning campfire of courage inside of him quickly told him otherwise. Oliver didn't complain. In fact, he liked it.

So, Nathan answered with a grin: "Nope. That's just how I smell."

Oliver took another whiff of the mixture of sweat, dried cum and precum and smiled. "Well, I like it!"

Nathan wasn't quite sure how to react, and just said: "Thanks!"

The exhibition was closing down soon, and Nathan offered Oliver to accompany him to the train station, which he gladly accepted. When they parted, they kissed again. This time, it wasn't a small, timid kiss like before, but a long, sexual one that made Nathan's dick twitch like mad in the confines of his pants. Since their bodies were pressed closely together, Nathan could be sure that Oliver felt the movement against his own groin.

Only after they broke the kiss, Nathan noticed that he was now looking down on Oliver slightly. He could have sworn that Oliver had been slightly taller than him yesterday.

There was no telling on how the evening would have continued hadn't it been for Oliver's train to arrive just then. Before Oliver could board the train, however, Nathan grinned at him and said: "Dinner tomorrow? The Italian place downtown, at 6?"

"I would love that!"

They kissed again and Nathan watched as the train pulled out. Then, he went back to his dorm, whistling a happy tune. It didn't even occur to him that he had taken the initiative in asking Oliver out for a third date. The fire of confidence was burning bright inside of him.

When he came home, Nathan immediately stripped out of his clothes. Even the larger shirt had become somewhat tight. He took a short look at it. There was a wet patch under both arms from his constant sweating, and the t-shirt had adapted his smell. There was something else in the smell, though. At the chest region, there was a medium sized stain, machine oil from the smell of it. Nathan wondered briefly how he could have missed it this morning but then diverted his attention to more pressing matters. His cock was fully hard and was poking out from the waistband of his briefs. Nathan hadn't had an erection like that since puberty and, if he was honest with himself, the feeling was rather nice. Without hesitation, he closed his hand around his hard meat and gave it a few experimental pumps. A low growl escaped his mouth, and a shiver went through his body. He didn't want to go slow, he wanted to fuck. His mind was focused on the task at hand. He didn't even bother to close his curtains, as he went for it. Nathan was jacking himself off, fast and hard, growling and groaning, until he finally exploded all over his chest and face, shooting multiple loads of thick white cum everywhere.

As Nathan was catching his breath, the smell of cum was heavy in the room. God, he needed that. Ever since he met Oliver today. He wiped his face and chest with his discarded t-shirt and briefly considered if he wanted to take a shower. The smell emanating from him was rather strong now, but still, he didn't want to. Oliver seemed to like his body odor, and, if Nathan was being honest, he did so himself, too.

Nathan was woken by his alarm the next morning. As his mind came to focus, his hand reached for the smartphone automatically and dismissed the alarm. He yawned and stretched. He was really looking forward to today. Given, it was the last day before classes started again, but he was going to a third date with Oliver this evening!

When Nathan crawled out of bed and went for his bathroom, however, his body felt weird again. The muscles had become more defined over the course of the last two days and now, the whole body structure felt *strong*. The few hairs from before had become a small forest of body hair and the stubble had grown thicker. He still didn't feel the need for a shave, though.

Nathan wasn't quite sure about the whole situation. Of course, he was enjoying the change. On the other hand, ... No, fuck the other hand. This was great, plain and simple. He finished his morning business standing up while peeing, which he usually never did. But right now, it just felt *right*.

After that, he inspected his wardrobe. He had half-feared that he would need to go and buy new clothes, but apparently, overnight his wardrobe had changed as well. It was filled with sturdy cargos or work pants as well as simple shirts and the occasional overall. Good!

His underwear choice had also changed. Instead of briefs or boxers, the drawer was now filled with jockstraps. That made sense, of course - only a jockstrap would set his large dick in the right scene.

None of the clothes qualified as "clean". Sure, they had been washed before they went into the wardrobe, but permanent grease or oil stains had permeated the fabric just as Nathan's manly stink - both marks no washing machine could ever erase entirely.

Nathan grabbed one of the pants and smelled it. He couldn't help but smile. This was his smell. This was *his* smell. His manly, sweaty, dirty, horny smell. He even felt his ever-present dick twitch a bit at the smell. Nathan wasn't sure if he would ever get used to this new reality. Or if this even was the final reality.

The hours passed quickly. Nathan was keeping himself busy, playing games or listened to music. Not once did it occur to him to draw something or even look at his art. This new him wasn't particularly creative, it seemed.

Nathan's mind wandered back to the date this evening. He couldn't wait to see Oliver again. In fact, he couldn't wait for more than that. It was a third date and Nathan wanted to go all the way with Oliver. He wanted to take his ass and fuck it into oblivion.

At around 5 pm, Nathan stood in front of the Italian place, waiting for Oliver. When Oliver finally arrived, the two men greeted each other with a passionate kiss. Nathan could tell that the kiss was having an effect on Oliver, as his breathing was quicker than usual.

They went inside and sat down on a table. Almost automatically, Nathan's legs spread wide, taking up space, establishing presence and, most importantly, giving his equipment the necessary space. The *old* Nathan would have sat with his legs closed or even crossed, in order to not draw any attention to himself. However, the new Nathan didn't want to draw *less* attention.

The two chatted a bit, with the main topic of the conversation being the menu, before ordering. When he spoke, Nathan noted that his voice had dropped an octave, making his voice gravely and his laugh a low rumble. When Oliver had chosen, Nathan summoned the waiter and ordered for the both of them, his lower voice full of confidence. For Nathan, it was a large meat pizza and a beer.

"You know, I have never seen you drink before", remarked Oliver.

"I don't usually", replied Nathan. "But I thought I'd have a beer today."

"You're not driving, are you?"

"Na, I'm here on foot."

Oliver smiled his usual smile. "I'm here by car, so if you like, I can give you a ride home afterwards."

There seemed to be some subtext to this offer, but it went over Nathan's head. Not that it was necessary, because he had the exact same plans, anyway.

"Sounds great!"

A couple of minutes later, their pizzas arrived, and the two dug in.

"I really like your style, Nathan." said Oliver after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, the way you dress. The way you talk. The way you act."

"Oh. Thanks."

Nathan thought for a moment before he added: "You know, I go by Nate these days."

"Nate, eh?", smiled Oliver.

"Yeah. Fits better, you know."

"I guess so. I like it a lot!"

"I like your style, too."

"What do you mean by that?", Oliver laughed.

"Just, the way you talk, the way you walk. Everything. You're cute, you know."

"Why, thank you!"

The conversation was definitely a lot more flirtatious than yesterday. When they had finished their meals, they didn't linger much longer in the restaurant but got into Oliver's car.

Nate proceeded to give Oliver directions to his home. However, at a certain crossing, he had to stop and think for a moment. He knew for a fact that his dorm was to the left. But he also knew for a fact that his *home* was to the right. Nate decided not to overthink it and directed Oliver to the right with a firm voice.

They didn't get very far from that point, when suddenly, the car stopped with a jerk.

"Damn, sorry!" said Oliver. "The engine is acting up again. It's probably too cold or something like that. I'll just try to start it up again."

When after the third try, the engine didn't start again, Nate laid a hand on Oliver's. "Let me try." he said with a confident voice and left the car. When he opened the hood, the problem became clear to him right away.

"The carburetor is a bit clogged, I'll unclog it real quick and we're ready to go."

While Oliver was staring at Nate in surprise, as the latter quickly and with trained skill removed a few parts and then, with a flex of his mighty arms, applied percussive maintenance to the part in question. After Nate had reassembled the engine, he cleaned his hands on his pants and got into the car again, filling out the passenger seat with his presence.

"It should work again for now, but I'll have to clean it thoroughly tomorrow. The thing is just old and worn down, it needs replacing soon. Just try starting the engine."

Oliver was still staring at Nate with a disbelieving look on his face. Finally, however, he tried starting the engine again, and the car did indeed start running smoothly.

"Wow, Nate, that was amazing! Where did you learn that?"

"What do you mean", grinned Nate. "That's what I do!"

Oliver stared at him for a moment. "Wait, you're a mechanic?"

"Yeah, sure, didn't I tell you when we met?"

Oliver seemed to think about it but then slowly nodded: "Yes, I... think so. Weird. I could have sworn..."

Nate shrugged and pointed down the road: "Shall we go?"

They arrived at Nate's place shortly after. He had a cheap apartment directly over the car garage where he worked. Nate did try to clean up a bit the afternoon, but the place still screamed "Manly bachelor" all over the place with the occasional beer can or jockstrap scattered around.

Neither of them had time to care, though. As soon as the door closed, the two kissed. It wasn't just a chaste, romantic kiss. This was a heated, passionate kiss, full of desire and lust. Nate took Oliver's body and pushed him against the wall, grinding their bodies together. Both were hard and their breathing was rapid. Nate's hands wandered up and down Oliver's body, squeezing and grabbing his body. His fingers were strong and forceful, and he squeezed the smaller man's buttocks and his dick with the same intensity. Oliver responded by moaning and pushing his groin against Nate's, humping him.

Suddenly, Nate broke the kiss. "Oliver, I... I want you. I want to fuck you."

Oliver didn't answer, but kissed Nate again, harder this time. Nate's tongue invaded his mouth, and the bigger man's hands were ripping Oliver's shirt and pants off him. Once Oliver's dick was free, it was enveloped by Nate's big calloused hand, and Oliver's breath hitched in his throat.

"Oh god, Nate, yes!" he moaned.

Nate had enough of foreplay, and he wanted to fuck, now. Without wasting any time, he quickly pushed his pants down and pressed his dick against Oliver's. It was massive, even compared to Oliver's not insignificant size. While Nate's balls were big and heavy, his cock was thick, long, and veiny, with a fat mushroom head. It was also rock hard, and the head was already drooling precum.

With one hand, Nate stroked the two cocks together, rubbing them and smearing the precum all over his dick and Oliver's. With the other hand, he pulled Oliver close and kissed him again, a long, sensual, passionate kiss, which made Oliver moan into his mouth.

The two stood like that for a while, but finally, Nate's need to fuck was stronger than anything else.

"Bedroom. Now!" he growled and dragged the smaller man with him. Once there, Nate simply tossed him onto the bed and followed quickly, his cock pointing up. He positioned himself on top of the other man and kissed him again, their tongues dancing in their mouths.

When the kiss broke, Oliver was panting.

"You really are a big boy, huh?"

"Damn right I am."

"Oh god, I need your big dick inside of me!"

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you?"

"Please! I've wanted to feel your huge meat in me for days."

"Fuck yeah. You're gonna get it."

Nate reached under his bed and produced a bottle of lube, which he applied liberally to his dick.

"You're ready?"

"Do it, big guy."

Nate placed the head of his massive cock against the tight pucker and started to push. Slowly but steadily, his dick invaded Oliver's ass.

"Oooooooooh god, Nate, yesssssss!" moaned Oliver.

The pressure around Nate's dick was unbelievable. Oliver was clearly tight, and the way his asshole was massaging his dick felt heavenly.

Finally, Nate's dick was balls-deep inside Oliver. Both were breathing heavily, and Oliver was moaning incoherently. Nate gave him a moment to adjust and then started moving his hips, first slowly, but increasing his pace quickly. Soon, he was slamming into Oliver's ass as hard as he could, pulling almost completely out and then thrusting back inside the smaller man.

"Fuck yeah! You like that? You like my huge dick pounding your tight little ass?"

"God, yes, Nate, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

Nate was groaning and growling, a sound that came deep from his chest and made Oliver moan even louder.

"Oh shit, Nate, I'm so close! Don't stop, please don't stop, don't st- ooooooooh gooooooood!"

Nate felt Oliver's muscles clamp down on his dick, and that sent him over the edge. He buried his dick as deep as he could and shot a big load of cum deep into Oliver's guts.

The two of them collapsed on each other, spent but happy.

A lot had changed for Nathan in this new year. He had gotten a new body, a new job, a new identity even. But most importantly, he had found love. Nate the manly mechanic sighed. If he were to describe his feelings, looking into the future, there was only one fitting word: Confidence.

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Trevor’s best friend was hot as fuck. Now, Trevor could never tell Eli just how hot he was, since he could only imagine his girlfriend’s reaction to such an encounter. Yet, it was still a beautiful and delicious sight to see: his bro walking around shirtless all the time, his round, meaty pecs out for all to see. Eli never seemed to mind, and frankly didn’t have any concept of personal space. He’d be beating one out in his dorm room when Trevor would walk in, and where a normal person might stop and cover up, Eli would just keep going as if nothing was different. In fact, he’d tell Trevor to sit down and beat one out with him! Straight porn, of course, so Trevor would always decline. Nonetheless, that was the type of bro that Eli was.

So it came as a shock to Trevor that Eli invited him on a spring break trip to Miami with his friends from the wrestling team. Trevor never felt comfortable around the jocks, but Eli insisted on his accompaniment. So, when Midsemester break rolled around, Trevor joined the three jocks in their beat up SUV, and drove to Miami.

The first day was frankly terrible. The three jocks were working out from Sunrise til about five O’Clock at night. This left Trevor to his own devices, alone in the hotel room for hours. When they finally came back from the hotel gym, Eli informed Trevor that they’d be going clubbing that night. This made him a bit more than nervous, which Trevor voiced very clearly to Eli. The response that Eli gave him was a smirk. He sauntered over to the minibar, grabbing a beer. Trevor watched as he tossed his basketball shorts to the side, revealing his favourite jockstrap.

Now, this jockstrap was THE jockstrap. It was the one Eli would wear to practices and to tournaments. He’d wear it to the gym, and to the club. Never once washed, he claimed it brought him good luck, and it was ‘magic.’ Trevor always thought it was a metaphor, but Eli wasn’t exactly smart enough to know what a metaphor was… When Eli walked over to him, he stripped the jockstrap from his body, the sound of sweat separating from his skin to the fabric was loud and incredibly poignant. He held the strap to his face, taking a deep whiff, before nodding and handing it to Trevor.

Trevor was shell shocked. What the hell was going on? The jockstrap sat in Eli’s hand, the musk almost radiating from the tainted fabric. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” Trevor asked, backing away from the smelly fabric. Eli looked at it, puzzled, and almost as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he ran over to his duffel bag. After rummaging through it for a solid minute, he returned with the cup already slid into the jockstrap.

“There, that’s better. Now put it on, we gotta pregame!” He plopped himself down on the couch, and kept drinking his beer. Trevor hesitantly stared at Eli, but for whatever reason, began to unbutton his corduroy trousers. After stripping, Eli patted the cushion next to him, motioning for Trevor to join him. Trevor sat down nervously next to his naked best friend, and began to slide the jockstrap on. The minute the wet fabric made contact with his growing cock, he let out a restrained but satisfied sigh. Eli slapped his back, laughing at his bro, and began to feed his beer to Trevor.

The jockstrap felt warm, almost hot. Strangely hot. So with every chug of the beer, he couldn’t feel his muscles beginning to bulge. He couldn’t feel his hair recede into his head. He couldn’t feel his feet bursting out of his socks. All he felt was heat. Immense heat. He began to sweat, almost as if it were sweating out all the worries and fears, all the inhibitions. Another chug. Out goes his bookish personality. He began to feel relaxed, enjoying the taste of the beer rushing down his throat. He grabbed the can from Eli, who tossed his arm around Trevor’s shoulder.

Trevor didn’t notice that his bro was pumping one out, or even that his normally pale white skin was quickly bronzing and becoming a beautiful Latino tan. The other jocks came out of the bedroom, and upon seeing the sight, grabbed the communal fleshlight and joined Eli. He lifted hup Trevor’s heavy arm and took a quick sniff of his pits before humming in satisfaction and tossing it around his shoulder. Trevor finished the beer and crushed the can, a blank expression on his face. Eli handed him the fleshlight, covered in hot, sticky cum and thrust it down onto his pulsating cock. Each pump made him feel cockier, dumber, hornier. His empty mind was filled with lifting techniques and wrestling positions. He began to remember how he would get wrecked with his bros on the weekends, how he’d throw ragers in the wrestling room after hours, how he’d suck off each bro as the communal faggot. After blowing his load into the sticky cylinder, Trevor opened his eyes.

Fuck, that was hot, but he couldn’t leave his bro hanging. Eli pointed to his thick, meaty cock, which Trevor eagerly sucked dry. The jocks had one hell of a night out, each club picking up another girl, until they retired back at the hotel for a huge orgy. Spring break carried on, and they all returned to school, with one new teammember.

Costume Shop of Horrors

I run a Halloween costume shop, the type that randomly shops up in a city and is gone by November 1st. I’m never bored; with a motto of “Be something new for Halloween” and a warehouse full of magical costumes. It brings me great pleasure to watch the costume transform the individual, doesn’t matter into what. I’ve watched nerds walk in looking for a body building costume only to watch them put on those fake muscles and become transfixed as their bodies grew, but their brains dulled. It’s fascinating to watch the reverse, the jocks come in looking for a nerd costume only to lose that time in the gym, but walk out knowing how to do calculus.

It’s not just body alterations that the costumes do, depending on what you choose you might end up something else entirely. One guy asked me if I had one of those cock costumes for a party. A little stunned someone would be caught dead in this thing I summoned one from the back and sat watching as he looked in the mirror, none the wiser as he was shrunk down, his body stiffening up until all that was there was a impressive sized dildo begging to be used. I’ve even caught unattended children interested in costumes. I’ve seen a few walk in barely able to spell only to walk out looking for their next adventure as a young Indiana Jones.

This story however is about my worst client, Brad. He walked in the store with an aura of arrogance. I was just finishing up with a client, a teenager who chose a werewolf costume. Boy was he in for a surprise in a few nights. “Hello, how can I help you?” I greeted him. He was on his phone and snapped his fingers at me. “Fine me something good,” was all he said pausing on his phone long enough to order me. Stunned and a little pissed off I slipped into the back to find him something good. Searching through the costumes I picked out three. Another dick costume, a baby costume, and my personal favorite the male slut costume. I walked back with the three options and displayed them on the counter.

“Take a look at the,” he cut me off before I could finish. “First off buddy, I’m Brad. Second, what kind of guy do you think I am?” He motioned to the three options. I knew he wouldn’t take the first two, but the third might still work out. “I understand, but I recommend this one,” I motion to the leather pants. “This is actually just the bottoms to my biker set.” That got him to perk up a little. “Biker would work.”

I motioned for him to go try on the pants while I got together the rest of the outfit. He snatched them up and strutted back there. Oh how I couldn’t wait until he put them on. I fiddled around the shop a little while he was back there. “Hey! Did you find the rest of my costume? These are a little tight got them a little bigger?” I made it sound like I was grabbing more items. “Almost done Brad. Keep trying they’ll fit, eventually.” I muttered the last part to myself. He came out like a Adonis in leather. The pants were still tight, but I could already see them reducing his muscle mass.

“Where’s the rest of it?” I smiled, “there is nothing else.” He seemed a little shocked and then grew angry because he realized I was using this opportunity to look at his physique. “You little bastard!” He growled advancing towards me. “Not how you speak to your master,” I said watching him stop in his tracks. He was startled as his stopped and I advanced towards him turning him around to look in the mirror. “Normally you aren’t supposed to be aware of what’s happening, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He looked at himself in the mirror not noticing the differences at first, his body was still strongly muscled, but slowly those muscles were growing smaller.

I ran my hand over his diminished chest watching him blush from my touch. He gasped as he realized he was starting to like it. “You must’ve been straight,” I whispered in his ear as my hand slowly slid down his abs and underneath the leather waistband. His breathing changes as he started to grow horny. “Please, sir… I’ll do anything.” I smiled knowing his words were two-fold. I turned him around to face me. He knew what was about to happen and he complied as he squatted down to his knees and fished out my member. Together we watched as his body grew leaner. His gruffness softening as he grew younger as well. As he sucked away on my cock; the pants did their job to alter not only his body, but his mind too. His face started to relax as his memories were being dumped. His cock reacted by getting stiff, straining against the leather fabric as his mind accepted what was happening. “How do you feel Brad?” He moaned and I let him have his first taste.

I watched as the transformation completed, the haze that had overtaken him dissipated and a new Brad was left squatting before me. He bit his lip and looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes. I knew the cocky version of him was no more, just a hungry young man begging for more.

 “How about a job offer?” I said giving him an option. He didn’t even hesitate, accepting it on the spot. For the rest of the month we helped deliver on my stores promise of becoming something new for Halloween before packing up and vanishing like I’d done so many times before. Perhaps we will come to your town, maybe you’ll end up joining Brad. I think I like having employees.

Hello, is this support? I’ve been trying to find your contact info for the longest time now. My name is Chris, I’m not the owner of your product, my best friend Mason is. He and I got into our first huge fight a few days ago. I’ve been pretty down lately and he was trying to encourage me, but nothing he was saying was really working. So he got fed up, pulled out your Chronivac product, and used it on me! I didn’t feel or notice anything at first, but now that a few days have gone by I’ve noticed that I’ve been getting taller, my skin has been darkening to this golden tan, and my facial features look more and more Japanese rather than Mexican. I… I think he’s turning me into him! I showed up at his house earlier today to confront him about it, but when he answered the door his muscles were huge! His clothes barely fit him! And he’s gotta be taller now too! I felt a tingle in my chest and watched in real time as my pecs expanded right before our eyes and he just looked at me with lustful excitement, saying something about how I’m “turning out to be such a hot twin.” Surely this is an abuse of your product and goes against your Terms of Service! He can’t just turn me into his twin and grow us for his pleasure!

Now… First of all… I'm afraid… I'm probably too late to intervene. Pedro and Miguel Watanabe. Fitness bloggers, personal trainers, and models. Whether you wanted it or not… Fate isn't so terrible now, is it?

As for your actual question about the legal situation, it's actually a bit tricky… Your brother took out a family license when you were not yet brothers. It can only be used by family members. So before the transformation was completed, his actions were actually illegal. He transformed you against your will, but then cured it legally.

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Tres Lechimbo Cakes

“I’m sorry Jim, but for the last time, no!  I won’t go out with you!  I only date latino studs! Not…..you know…. wimpy gringos” Maria motioned as the pale slender college student in his oversized tank and boardshorts in front of her as to make a point.  “I’m sorry, it just won’t work out!”  In frustration Maria groaned and stormed away from Jim leaving him standing awkwardly on the beach by himself.  Doing the only thing he knew to do in awkward situations, he ruffled his short blonde hair and whipped out his phone to call up his best friend Anthony.  

“Hey bro! Nah….no, she turned me down.  Yeah I know….I thought so too!  Yeah she was a sexy piece of ass!  Something about not dating white dudes! Yeah I agree!!! Yeah, she’s nothing but a dumb bimbo anyways, wanna hang?”

Jim left the beach to meet up with his equally average friend, and midst hangout, Anthony received a text that made his face light up.  Jim noticed the expression and commented “Oh, some hot chick texting you man?”  Anthony looked up still with a smile, “Nah man!  Something better!  Sieg just texted me some details you might be interested in!” Disgusted, Jim glared at his friend “You still hang out with that fag?  He just wants to suck your dick!  Fucking perv!”  Anthony glared right back “Just cause he’s gay doesn’t mean he wants every guy, and he’s pretty nice!  For instance, he told me there’s a bakery in the gayborhood that can fix your problem with the ladies!” Shocked, Jim responded meekly, “Ha, right, whatever man, I’ll give it a shot, but I doubt it’ll do shit.  I’ll give his faggy bakery a shot, at least I’ll get a snack and a laugh out of it when it’s nothing more than some silly pastry!”  Shaking his head, Anthony and Jim left for the address Sieg had texted.

Based on the description, Jim wasn’t remotely shocked at the inside of the Big Boy’s Bakery that Anthony lead him towards.  “Welp looks like a sex shop more than a bakery.  I mean c’mon, does Sieg really expect us to believe this guy can help me get laid with a fucking baked good.”

“Well, that’s our specialty ….boy” a booming voice behind the counter exclaimed, startling Jim in the process.  “What can I help you two with today?”

Anthony, hoping to calm the tension, in case the large bear of a man heard him, stepped in.  “Well, you see….ummm… sir.  My friend has had a rough stream of luck with ladies.  They keep turning him down in favor of well, “latino studs” as he puts it, and he was hoping you might have something to even the playing field?”  He said hopefully, as he shrunk in the presence of the imposing baker.

“Hmmmm” the baker rubbed a large calloused hand against his beard in thought before writing some things down and clicking some keys on the register.  “Well, for a custom order like that…” he paused as the register totalled up.  “It’ll be $80 for the single treat.” he stated bluntly, looking at the pair expectantly. Jim’s eyes bulged, and his face turned bright red.  “What!?” he shouted “You expect us to pay how much for some damned faggy baked good?  The gimmick isn’t worth that much money, come on Anthony, let’s get the heck out of here.”  

As Jim turned to leave, the baker shouted gruffly after them, “I could make you a deal!  We have something similar, and much cheaper!” Interest piqued, Jim turned back around “how much?”

The baker smiled, “only $10!  Matter o’ fact, it’s buy one, get one free, so your friend over there can have one too!”  Jim’s eyes narrowed, “Why is it so much cheaper?”

The baker scratched his head in embarrassment “Well, you see, someone else placed a custom order but never came in to complete the purchase, and now we’re stuck with two custom cakes and we’d have to toss them otherwise! If you buy these, we at least cover the ingredients and time spent making them!” Jim pondered for a second, before begrudgingly fishing out a ten and handing it over as the baker hurried in the back and brought out two identical miniature tres leches cakes, except the giant pink icing letters atop both.  One was  a giant “B” and the other a giant pink “T”.  They looked like they consisted of completely different types of cake for each layer and each line of icing.  The baker extended the cakes “These are our custom made Tres Lechimbo cakes”. Jim took the packages from the baker and looked back up at him. “So we just eat them and somehow attract the ladies?”

“Yessir, I would recommend wearing slightly looser clothes, and eating them at the beach.  That way you get maximum exposure!  Enjoy the buns boys!”  And with that the baker scurried back into the back room. Jim shook his head grumbling to himself, “they’re cakes not buns idiot.  Trying to rip us off with stupid gay baked goods.”

The pair made their way to the beach and brought their loosest trunks and tanks before chowing down on their tres leches.  Jim grabbed the “B” cake before declaring “B for the badass” and took a bite.  “Damn, even if this shit doesn’t work, this cake is great!”  between bites, the pair began moaning in ecstasy at the moist layers they were devouring.  “Oooo boy that was some tasty shit papi…er bro” Jim stated as he finished his, Anthony wrapping up almost immediately afterward.  

Not noticing any changes, the pair shrugged and made their way toward the shore where they saw a group of spanish girls hanging out in the water.  As Jim approached he called out to the closest one, “Hey mami!  Looking good in bikini”  Anthony chimed in “Yeah guuuuuurl” in a high pitched voice, causing both of them to look at each other in shock.  “What’s wrong with you baby?” Jim asked as he placed a gentle hand on Anthony’s shoulder.  Anthony continued to clear his throat and Jim noticed his friends skin was much darker than before, and as his hand made contact, what amazing biceps he had.  He had never seen biceps like that before!  He started stroking his friend before realizing he was stroking a man and pulling his hand away.  Anthony had noticed the strangely intimate contact, but failed to notice the trunks shrinking or the tone of their skin darkening in the sun.

“Anthony, did you always have such sexy muscles?”  Jim asked, realizing it came across gay, but not caring to point it out to his bud.  Anthony started to respond, and shook his head, while trying to clear his throat.  Then, as if on instinct flexed for his friend.  “Yeah you know we always workout together papi!  That’s why we dropped out of high school and got into modeling.”  his arms expanded right before Jim’s eyes, and in amazement, he reached out once more to touch his friends physique.  “Why do you wear a tank when you look like that?  You should show it off papi!” in agreement, Anthony tore off his tank revealing bulging pecs and a toned body underneath.  “You’re one to talk bello, what’re you hiding your body for!  Be proud of your sexy latino body!”  Without waiting for a response, Anthony ripped Jim’s tank off his friend revealing a now dark tan sculpted torso underneath.  Jim shook his head as his earrings clanked against his head and ran fingers through his messy black hair.

Jim started flexing in sync with his friend, and a swelling sensation from behind drew his attention.  The fabric of his trunks looked like it was on the verge of ripping from his ass, as it now pushed so far out on the trunks that no one would doubt what they saw.  Alarmed, he placed both his hands on his ass trying to keep them in the suit, but as he did so, he felt skin, and looked down to see a skimpy speedo expanding with his body instead of trunks.  Jim stared down as he began playing with his ass cheeks, realizing how amazing it felt to have such a muscular behind.  He smacked it several times as he watched it bounce back and forth.  He let out a girlish giggle before wiggling his ass at Anthony.  “Hey Antonio!  Bet you wish you had an ass like this!”  He joked at his friend, who seemed confused by the statement but only temporarily as his look turned to lust.  “You’re right Jaime honey!” he smacked the giant globe of ass in front of him “that’s why I take it every chance I get, puta” he gave his now lover a firm squeeze.

The couple turned around and embraced before kissing and feeling up each other’s bodies.  “Think the girls like the show?” asked Antonio. The pair laughed as Jaime turned and showed off his gigantic ass and shouting jokingly in his now lispy feminine voice  “Hey chicas, wanna be my girlfraaaaaaaand?  I have the best cakes in town!”  The girls chuckled, discussed it, and gave the cute gay couple their number, and told them they should party sometime!  “Jaime looked at his new boyfriend with a gleeful look and shouted, “Hey honey! I got some girlfriends for us to hang with! That cake really did work!”

As the girls left, Antonio noticed that they were the only two left on the beach, and grabbed Jaime from behind.  “Now that those cakes worked, let’s see your cake work!”  In a swift move, he peeled the tight lycra off his lover’s ass, and dove face first into the beautiful cakes while knocking Jaime to the sand.  He started gently lapping at the hole while spreading the cheeks, but quickly dug his tongue into his Jaime’s boypussy.  He let the cheeks go and grabbed Jaime’s hips for balance. The massive cheeks hit him on either side and held him close to his target as he relentlessly attacked that latino ass.  When Jaime started moaning, he pushed away from his lover and whipped out his now 9” uncut dick. He spat in his hand and rubbed it for a few minutes before plowing Jaime’s formerly virgin hole.  Antonio spanked Jaime over and over again while plowing him into the sand with each thrust.  Every few thrusts Antonio would tweak Jaime’s nipples, or pull him by his dark hair harder onto his pole, until both were moaning in ecstasy.  With one final slam and two simultaneous grunts, the two latino lovers came in unison.  Giggling like school girls, the couple strained their overly tight lycra thongs back on and headed towards the parking lot.  Antonio couldn’t help but smirk at the wet stain where cum could see soaking the back of his lover’s speedo.  It took most his effort not to pull them back off and take him on the way to the car.  

As they got near the lot, they noticed a sign, and between the two of them worked out the gist of what it read.  Jaime laughed dumbly, “I hate when they use fancy words on signs! I think  we have to pay!  Antonio honey, could you pwease go pay for ussssss?  You’re so much better at numbers and money and stuff!”  Antonio pulled out his wallet and headed towards the pay booth.  “Okay honey buns, just as long as they can make change, I think I can handle it!”  As Antonio started trying to make change, the cashier pointed out hourly rates and quickly realized, he would have to do the math for the poor sexy latino boy.

After several minutes of waiting, a fairly familiar latina approached Jaime.  “Oooooo papi!  You look mighty fine!  What’s a girl have to do, to date a fine gentleman such as yourself?” Maria cooed.  Laughing before responding in his biggest queen voice Jaime responded “Sorry gurl, I only date latino studs!” And he sashayed towards his handsome lover, leaving Maria with a taunting view of what she had to consider the best latino cakes she had ever seen.