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Looks like your Manly Muscularly Strong Gay-Husband is a pussy craving Masculine Breeder Alpha Male after all! Lately he has been enjoying Fucking vaginas behind your back after gym, after office... Anywhere! He got crazy damn addicted to the wet warm tight feel inside the vagina! Get ready for an upcoming divorce as the Country Man will soon dump you and marry a woman, impregnate her like a Real Man of his age must do!

When you are a Gay Man but Manly and Masculine enough not to resist a slutty Girl craving your Muscular Male body and Rick Hard thick cock inside her wet pussy!

Puppyboys should only be thinking with their knots

I think it's very funny how many online gay ppl seem to either be uncomfortable with or altogether not understand the simple fact that sometimes dykes and faggots fuck each other. Like not even bisexually like idk girl sometimes it just happens it's fine

When I say I want a human dildo I really mean I want you tied up naked, cock out and hard, for me to use however I want. I want to wrap a vibrating cock ring around the base of your cock. First I want it to vibrate against your cock, making you squirm. Then I want to sit my pussy down onto your face and ride it until I’ve got my come sliding down your cheeks and you’re dripping pre cum for me. Messy boys are good boys.

Then when you’re already at your edge I’m going to wrap my legs around you and press my body up against yours, giving you marks down your neck and torso with my tongue and teeth. You’re mine to use and consume. I own every part of your body.

If I back off you immediately starting whining with desperation. You want more. You didn’t want it to stop, you never want it to stop. I love how needy you are. So needy for a toy. You have to promise me that you won’t come unless I say you can. That you’re nothing more than my dildo, here to make me come over and over.

You promise and I sit my pussy down onto your aching, still vibrating cock. I’m not going to fuck you. I just want your cock inside me while I get my clit up against that vibrator around the base of you. I want you inside while my pussy contracts in waves of pleasure around your cock until I’ve come as many times as it takes to satisfy me.

Don’t forget you promised not to come. Be a good sex toy for me baby. Be my good boy.

I just want to be able to completey let go of myself while I fuck you.

Forget that you're anything more than an object for me to use, make you squirm and moan as I thrust into you with relentless single minded passion forcing you into the mattress pulling your hips closer so I can get deeper inside of you and make myself feel better.

I want to focus on nothing but my pleasure, whatever I have to do to satisfy my urge to cum I will do. You just happen to there.

is it just me or does the implication of sex have a little more oomph than straight up porn does? Like, there’s porn and then there’s watching the bed shake while two people’s moans echo around the room.

Honestly? Being hypnotized in the “pretty stupid obedient pet that can’t do anything unless told” is wonderful and lovely. However. I’m an absolute wreck over the idea of being hypnotized into a weapon, something strong and powerful and clever, but ultimately so, so obedient. Being hypnotized into topping, all rough hands and brute strength and perfect rhythm, except it’s all directed. Every single move, position, pace, all commanded by the handler, who in turn just gets to lay back and relax. Being a perfectly loyal hound, but no less dangerous. Having triggers used to help force down other submissives, a hunting dog on a leash.

Wat does love feel like i may never know so i may as well just sit here sitmulating my se;f like a chimp all day

People should know that what you write is kink based and that ‘yucking other peoples yums’ is counterproductive. But at the same time, you should be aware that some of the work you put out blatantly glorifies homophobia.

Not judging. I can enjoy it and many others obviously do too, but still, it’s worth understanding how some people can view it unfavourably.

I've always been aware of the risk of posting what I post, but I just feel it's so blatantly fetishy that trying to defend it feels kinda redundant. I completely understand why people would look down on my work, I used to be one of those people when I first discovered G2S stuff, and I honestly don't judge them for it.

Where I get annoyed is when people accuse me of doing real harm. I find that utterly ludicrous.

Writing cringy beat-off material is not the same as supporting anti-gay legislation. Which I do not support, for those that needed to hear it.

Young, in love, and dancing the night away. Nothing could get in their gay way, or so they thought. As we all well know, alcohol can make the unlikely easily possible.

Later that same night, after both getting utterly shitfaced, they ended up bringing a woman home and fucked her till there wasn't an ounce of cum left in their low-hanging nuts.

The next morning, the afterglow was gone, and embarrassment stood alone. They just wanted to forget about it, but unfortunately couldn't. After experiencing what it's like to use their cocks correctly, they couldn't get it up for each other anymore. They tried and tried, but their gay sex life was over.

With heavy hearts, they reluctantly gave in to their new hetero cocks and broke up. They never had sex with another man for the rest of their lives, but had plenty of fantastic sex with women.

just wanna say that i appreciate every positive message sent to me, even if i don’t reply. i also love all my followers, thank you for liking my gooner ramblings. there is much more to come.🙏

“Mating press? What’s that?” but its a beefy gay bear saying it to a straight girl

The horrors beyond compression when I start flirting with them

most eldritch horrors are actually really nice! they get lonely because humans tend to go a bit mad when perceiving them! if you take the proper precautions you’ll be fine.

that 30 foot worm with 5 eyes that glow with darklight loves snuggling and she’ll coil you up in her soft body and cover you in gentle lovebites, you just have to have a blindfold on so her gaze doesn’t strip you out of existence for her to feed on your humatic state

the feathery thing covered in iron spines and chains loves having his beak scritched and polished

the chorus of voices in the trees has a really dextrous tongue if you stop trying to figure out where it’s singing from and just let it lick you

the big dog with bloody teeth that’s always five steps behind you waiting for you to stop so it can eat you isn’t always hungry. if you bend down and let it pounce on you it’ll hold your neck gently in its teeth and lick you affectionately after it knots you

the constantly groaning mass of rusted metal that eats streetlights stops groaning for a second when you tell her she’s pretty

the thing under your bed is smooth and scaly but you can’t listen to it. it’ll hug you and kiss you and lick the sweat off your skin and pin you down with its claws and its voice will paralyze you but that’s not its fault it just wants to love you

your ideal partner is out there

Can You Imagine What It Would Be Like

(Story for @the-natwolf and big thanks for all the help he gave along the way while writing it ❤️)

Nat stood up from his seat at the bus stop as he watched the bus pull in. The doors creaked open. Nat stepped aside to allow a couple of passengers to get off the bus before hopping on. After paying he muddled his way down the narrow aisle before deciding on a seat, whipping off his backpack as he sat down. He let out a short sigh of relief as the bus whirred to life yet again, satisfied knowing he’d wrapped up his errands for the day and could finally head home to relax.

The youthful man stared out the window for a couple of minutes before inevitably whipping his phone out and scrolling through a couple of apps. Looking at his messages before checking his socials and scrolling through some posts for a while to pass the time until he got home. He didn’t really pay much attention to those getting on and off the bus while he scrolled. That is until one particular man got him to glance up from his phone.

“May I sit here?” A smooth deep voice asked, prompting Nat to turn and look at the man standing beside him. He was about average height but that was the only average thing Nat could pick out. He wore a fabulous looking suit that was incredibly well tailored to his physique, allowing him to stand out like a dazzling star in the crowd of casual mediocrity. He was much older than Nat too. Middle aged. Late 40’s maybe? Early 50’s? That said he looked like the walking definition of “aging like fine wine” because he was one of the most handsome, gorgeous looking daddies Nat had ever seen. Salt and pepper hair that seemed to be leaning more towards the side of silver that was just as well groomed as the perfect beard that framed his face. And those eyes. They were so… piercing yet so warm and trusting at the same time. And for a second he could’ve sworn they were purple?

Before long Nat noticed he’d been staring for what was probably a rather awkward amount of time. “O-oh yes! Of course!” He quickly replied, moving his backpack off the seat next to him so that the older man could sit down.

“I appreciate it.” The man said simply as he got himself comfortable next to Nat. “My name is Christopher Wavell by the way. But you can just call me Chris.” Wavell smiled, placing a hand on Nat’s thigh with a smile. “And you?”

“Oh uhm… Nat.” The younger and now rather flustered man replied. Having this incredibly attractive suited daddy sat next him was one thing but the way Wavell’s hand rubbed Nat’s thigh made his cheeks gleam with a bright red hue. It was only then that Nat noticed something, as he glanced around at the other seats in the bus he realised that the bus was nowhere near full there were still lots of free two seaters. Yet this guy had still asked to sit next to him. Part of him wanted to question it but for some reason he felt safe being sat beside this stranger. So instead he just silently thanked the universe for granting him this gift.

From there the two made a little bit of small talk but not much more. It wasn’t long before Nat found himself back on his phone and scrolling Instagram again. Flicking past all kinds of posts from accounts he followed. Friends, Influencers, Celebrities and whatever else he happened to scroll past. Yet he always lingered just that tad bit longer when he came across posts from the many hot men he followed. One in particular being Thor Bjornsson. A true beast of a man who was enormous in every sense. Most well known for competing to be the world's strongest man and cementing himself as the strongest man on the planet in the minds of many people.

It wasn’t long before Nat found himself tapping in Thor’s profile and scrolling through his account specifically. Gazing at multiple posts the walking Goliath had made of him working out, powerlifting and whatever else in between. Yet as he tried not to drool at all the videos and pictures from Thor’s account, Nat must not have noticed the curious eye glancing over in his direction until…

“Quite the impressive man isn’t he? I can see why you admire him so much.” Wavell chirped up at last, startling Nat slightly in the process.

“I uhmmm… yeah. I suppose so.” Nat replied with a small chuckle, feeling a wave of awkwardness and slight embarrassment wash over him at having been caught oogling other men on his phone. The blush on his face would only deepen however as Wavell slipped a reassuring arm around his shoulder. One that would seem a little invasive coming from most strangers but for some reason Nat couldn’t find himself wanting to pull away

“Who could blame you right? All the size and strength. All that raw masculinity and power presence perfectly packaged in the meaty form of such an admirable and decent man. How could you not be magnetised towards a guy like that?” Wavell smirked down at Nat in a way that made him feel both comfortable and uneasy at the same time. “Can you imagine what it’d be like to be as huge as him?” Wavell added, his voice lowering to a hushed whisper.

Nat glanced up at the stranger beside him with an awkward smile before replying jokingly. “Yeah… like that’ll ever happen.”

Wavell leaned in closer. “Oh but just imagine if it did.” Wavell’s expensive cologne permeated Nat’s nostrils as he closed the space between them. The expensive material of Wavell suit jacket and pants rubbing against Nat’s everyday jeans and gray hoodie. “Can you picture yourself with all that muscle? Towering over everyone you meet. There’d be no better kind of rush I’m sure.”

Nat couldn’t lie to himself. The thought of what Wavell was telling was making him horny as hell. Getting to be a dude like Thor Bjornsson would be nothing short of a dream come true. But he simply couldn’t believe something like that would never come to pass. Dreams are dreams for a reason after all.

“Some dreams come true you know.”

Nat’s eyes widened. It was as if Wavell had just read his mind somehow!? No. It had to be a coincidence right?

“There are dreams that become reality everyday. Just because you believe something is impossible, doesn’t mean that it is.” Wavell added, his words somewhat inspiring on the surface but the undertone of his voice seemed vaguely ominous for some reason.

Nat tried to smile and act natural despite the many mixed feelings he had swirling around in his head right now. “Y-yeah. I guess so.”

Mere moments later the bus began approaching Nat’s stop. He reached over and pressed the button, prompting the driver to pull in. Right on cue Wavell rose from his seat with a smile, allowing Nat to slip past him. As he did he could just feel the looming presence of Wavell over. Like he was somehow larger than life. But that presence still didn’t scare him. If anything it was just confusing. Nat shook his head as he stepped off the bus, trying to ignore the strange feeling as he watched the bus pull away.

On his walk home Nat felt… weird. Like something was off. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly but his body felt almost unnatural? But like any normal person he just reasoned it away by assuming he was just tired or hungry or a multitude of other things that could explain away the odd feeling.

Before long he was home at last. The first thing he did was grab some food before relaxing into the couch and letting out a long sigh. The feeling still hadn’t gone away. It was like a pulsing sensation that spread from head to toe. The only way he could describe it was if you could consciously feel your heart pumping the blood through every vein in your body. He couldn’t decide if it felt relaxing or uncomfortable.

In an attempt to take his mind off it, Nat opened up his phone with the plan of scrolling through a few socials for awhile. Maybe finding a video to watch or something. But naturally the first thing that popped up was the massive man he’d been gawking at before when that Wavell dude was chatting to him. Thor Bjornsson. He still had his profile pulled up. Nat shrugged and decided to keep scrolling through Thor’s posts, his dick twitching as he eyes scanned over photos and clips of Thor that showed off his thick and powerful body. Whether it be his large gut, strong looking arms, rounded muscle butt or just generally showing off how much of giant he is compared to other people.

Just then Nat felt a buzz as a notification dropped from the top of his screen. His face twisted with confusion and shocked when he saw that it was a direct message from… Chris Wavell? It read:

- Evening Nat! It’s Chris. I’m sure you remember me from earlier today. Thank you for trusting me with your number. I just wanted to inform you that your deepest desire has been granted. I’m sure you’ll be seeing the results any moment now -

Nat didn’t even know where to start. He knew for a fact that he never gave that admittedly very hot stranger his phone number so how the hell did that guy get a hold of it? And why was his name already in Nat’s phone? Shouldn’t it have come up with an unknown number?? Not to mention whatever ‘deepest desire’ stuff that dude was going on about. He was just about to send a reply in hopes of getting some answers when his hands started to twitch involuntarily.

“Huh??… what the hell?” Nat grumbled to himself as he ended up dropping his phone onto his lap, not being able to keep a good grip on it as his hands started to cramp. He couldn’t understand why but his confusion quickly turned to shock and fear as his hands started to grow and expand out of nowhere! Fingers growing longer and meatier while his palms became thicker and rougher. Nat had no idea how to react beyond quick exaggerated breaths while his small hands grew into huge meaty mits that looked as though they belonged to a man who could bend a steel rod with them.

As soon as the cramping stopped, he stared down at them in bewilderment. Wriggling his giant fingers and inspecting his newly calloused palms. He was so encapsulated by them that he hardly even noticed the rest of his body preparing to receive a similar fate…

Without warning Nat found himself lurching forwards in his seat as a mixture of pain and cramping soreness surged up and down his limbs and torso. He grunted involuntarily before managing to push himself up onto his feet, his phone falling to the floor in the process.

“G-grahhh… nnghh…” He could hardly speak until suddenly. “Rauuuugghhhhh!…”

As impossible as it seemed, his line of sight began to shoot upwards in erratic spurts. Inching higher and higher by the second as if he were being lifted upwards and yet his feet were still firmly planted on the ground. Instead it was legs stretching themselves longer while his arms seemed to follow the same example as they pushed longer. A series of small cracks and pops could be heard coming from Nat’s back as his spine extended dramatically, allowing his torso to elongate with the rest of him. Before he knew if he was already standing at a staggering 6’4 and still growing! Everything around him seemed to get smaller with every passing moment as he ascended further and further.

His mind struggled to catch up with the change in perspective as it seemed like the growth would never stop. By this point his clothes were already struggling to cover his body. Nat glanced down to see that his once well sized shirt was now riding up his stomach while his jeans were now nowhere near long enough to cover his calves. Certain parts of his clothes that should’ve been loose and baggy now felt tight as his longer limbs and torso couldn’t help filling them out more such as his sleeves pulling up higher on his arms.

At last however the growth would finally seem to slow to a halt. That said Nat’s brain could hardly even comprehend the change. More confused than anything else. Looking down, his rational mind would think that his clothes had miraculously shrunk even if that still didn’t make much sense. But that couldn’t be true. Not with how everything around him seemed so tiny. In reality Nat was a ducking giant now! A 6’9 giant to be exact.

“W-why am I so… ohhhh god…” Nat could barely form a sentence with his mind in total disarray. But that wouldn’t matter as before long he was grunting and groaning yet again and for good reason as his feet started to pulse. An eerily similar feeling to what he’d felt in his hands a moment ago now enveloping them. They twitched and wriggled uncontrollably as before Nat knew it, his feet began to grow wider and longer within the confines of his shoes. The material starting to tighten more by the second as his feet go up size after size in mere moments. Size 9. Size 10. Size 11! The shoes themselves clearly began to strain as they creaked and stretched under the pressure. The outline of Nat’s toes even becoming visible through the fabric as they approach size 12 and above, causing him to let out another groan of discomfort. It was miracle the shoes had lasted this long but that miracle would be short lived as right on cue the laces started to burst apart, no longer being able to handle the growing strain. Size 13. Size 14. His toes ripped through the front at last, allowing Nat to sigh with relief as they spilled out into the open and pushed that bit further. Shoes splitting down the sides as he approaches and passes size 15. By the time they finally stopped, Nat’s shoes were left in a destroyed mess with his huge meaty feet squashing the flattened and hugely undersized soles of his former shoes.

His huge new dogs sat at least at a US size 16 which sounded insane but weirdly they kinda looked more befitting of his new height. Even if the meatiness of them still looked a little out of character. But not for long.

Nat’s groans from before suddenly turned a lot more guttural as an intense heat flooded and swelled inside every muscle in his body. Every fiber was on fire in a way that made him want to scream out in pain, bliss and roided out anger all at once. Which is exactly what he did. And his muscles were quick to respond.

With all that extra height Nat looked like a bean pole with comically large hands and feet but that was about to change as every muscle in his body started to swell at once. His black t-shirt gradually got tighter as his once flat chest bulged with every breath he took. Layer after layer of muscle packing itself on in the form of budding pecs surging with newfound size. It seemed his shirt was about to experience exactly what his shoes had just gone through as the thin fabric started to groan against his rapidly toning chest. A small tear starts to form across the bust of his shirt thanks to the increasing thickness of muscle beneath. Yet despite his pecs swelling by the second, it was his back that finally caused the shirt to rip apart in multiple places.

He’d been unable to help hunching over somewhat as his back broadened excessively, rippling and widening with new and powerful muscle. His frame became more intimidating by the second as his expanding back was swiftly accompanied by the sound of his shoulders cracking and widening to match. Both of which further strained the now ripped and undersized shirt so much so that it tore almost down the middle, joining the rip across his chest from earlier. It was a miracle it was even still hanging on.

“RUAHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!” Nat roared, his skinny looking arms bulging with veins that he never even knew he had. His much bigger hands balled up tight as his forearms began to thicken exponentially. Growing and growing until finally his hands didn’t look so out of place anymore. But it certainly couldn’t stop there as Nat roars even louder, feeling his biceps start to fill with raw unfiltered power to match. The sleeves of his threatening to explode at any second as his burgeoning arms stretched them to their absolute limit. The tight fabric dug into the expanding mass of muscle that was his biceps and triceps until it finally started to spit, tearing all the way up to his shoulder.

Nat couldn’t help but flex on instinct. Watching with a mix of fear, wonder and lust as his biceps swelled even larger from the action alone. Feeling an almost unimaginable amount of strength flowing through his new cannonball sized biceps to the point where his mind struggled to even accept that it was real.

His chubby stomach wasn’t about to miss out on the action as it churned and quivered, now exposed thanks to his increased height. A low grumble echoing from it as the fat swiftly burned away, shrinking rapidly until his abs revealed themselves for the first time. Initially they were modest, being visible but nothing too crazy. However that soon changed as they started to burn with energy! Heavily contracting over and over as they toned and firmed up. Bulging out further with every passing moment until they had the kind of definition that could rival a Greek statue.

Of course it would be a shame if only his upper body got such a luxury treatment. Thankfully, as Nat continued to roar and flex like a madman, his lower body certainly wasn’t being forgotten.

Of course Nat’s thighs underwent the most dramatic change, hulking out with new muscle that only served to pull Nat’s jeans nice and tight. The denim being stretched to its absolute limit as it cinched against his bloating quads and hamstrings until the room finally started to fill with the sound of shape tears. The seams of his jeans having no choice but to come undone and expose the bulging muscle underneath. But despite all the glory his thighs were getting, Nat’s calves made sure to keep up with the insane transformation. Ripping and bulging as they bulked up to the size of footballs, growing so thick that they started to split the seams.

Between all the growth, a cold shiver runs up and down Nat’s body. With everything else he was feeling, he’d hardly even clocked on to it. But as the shiver ran over him, additional body hair began to sprout from his pores. A small bit across his arms, chest and stomach but the majority of it being leg hair.

He continued to hulk out like an absolute fucking monster for a good few minutes while groaning and roaring uncontrollably. One of the most notable parts being his ass swelling proudly, growing rounder and thicker. The seat of his jeans, seemingly the only part that’d been safe from being torn to shreds, now tightened sharply around Nat’s expanding muscle ass. Soon enough they couldn’t hold on any longer and tore right down the backside of his jeans, revealing Nat!s underwear due to the phenomenal size of his now beach ball sized ass cheeks.

Just then Nat’s rock hard stomach began to gurgle. The sound was loud enough to catch his attention above everything else. That’s when it slowly started to swell once more, fat quickly piling on yet again. It became rounder and rounder while the washboard abs from before become less and less defined, soon being overtaken by the extra fat. Nat’s swelling stomach soon fills out the only bit of slack left in the front of his jeans and presses harshly against it, forcing the button to creak and strain. As it balloons larger, the button finally snaps off and shoots across the room, relieving the pressure for only a moment until his growing gut soon starts to fight against his zipper as well. It tries to go down but can't go fast enough and snaps completely, forcing the front to pull open and start ripping the denim even further when it's forced to pull further. Nat put a hand on his stomach as the swelling finally began to slow. Yet the feeling wasn’t what he’d expected? Instead of it feeling pudgy, his belly still felt pretty solid and some faint muscle definition could still be seen. It’d transformed into a proper strongman’s gut as finally his body stopped growing when he reached a staggering 430 pounds of raw muscle and testosterone.

Just when Nat didn’t think he could be surprised by anything else, an entirely new feeling made itself known. A hot sizzling sensation swirling across his chest and down his arms as well as across his legs. Nat couldn’t help but wince as black ink began to slither across his skin in the form of tattoos that only served to enhance the growing air of masculinity surrounding him. First appearing dark and fresh before fading slightly to look more natural though he’d had them for years.

By this point Nat’s neck had already grown into a thick and veiny trunk that was supported by powerful looking traps when the rest of his upper body had exploded with size. But it would seem his bizarre transformation was returning to that very same place now as he started to grunt and groan as a large lump made itself prominently known on his throat. His voice grew deeper and harsher as it did.

“W-what’s… happening to… meeee-urrrggaahhh!” Nat managed to force out some words at last but his voice sounded wrong. And it wasn’t just how deep it was. It was his accent. It sounded off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but sounded kind of… foreign? But of course he didn’t have time to dwell on this just yet.

Beads of sweat trickled down Nat’s face as he rubbed his neck. After the intensity of all that growth he’d been left sweaty and panting. He’d thought the transformation had paused momentarily but in reality he just couldn’t feel the years being added onto his age as he tried to catch his breath. Every inch of his enlarged body increased in maturity by the second as Nat was sent flying through his 20’s, leaving them far behind as he leapt into 30’s. The added years caused his hair to thin whole creases to form along his face. His entire body gradually looking more weathered with age yet still as tough as ever.

He only had until his body reached the prime age of 35 to finish catching his breath as, unfortunately the second Nat was done aging, his face started to cramp and lock up.

Nat proceeded to grit his teeth in discomfort as his facial features began shifting. Each change on its own would seem minuscule but all of them together made it so Nat was completely unrecognizable from the man he once was. His once slender nose broadened out. His eyes shifted as they spaced themselves apart slightly. His ears pulled back with a sharp tug. Even a few more extra lines etched their way onto his face to further enhance that air of maturity he’d gained. And all the while his face plumped out into a rounder shape that seemed more befitting of his body’s new size and weight.

Nat couldn’t help but twitch and wince with discomfort as his glasses suddenly began to pinch his nose while all facial features settled in their new positions. It was almost like he was outgrowing them somehow? He could feel them attempting to bend over his nose in their best effort to stay in one piece. But that effort would be for naught as Nat’s growing head would force the glasses to contort more and more, the frames seeming to become smaller until at last, they snap. Nat flinched instinctively at the audible crack followed by the sound of his ruined glasses falling to the floor. His first worry was that he wouldn’t be able to see properly without them but moments after his fuzzy vision seemed to miraculously correct itself!

Nat would’ve taken the opportunity to celebrate his newly rejuvenated eyesight had it not been for the highly distracting prickly sensation that spread across his round chin. Scratching it, Nat could already feel the beginnings of stubble pushing through his skin. Starting off dark and rough but as it grew thicker, the hair became softer as its color lightened to a dirty blond that was uncharacteristic of Nat. He let out a low hum as it grew bigger and bushier, filling out nicely in the process. Even his mustache grew in nice and thick as it connected to the rest of his facial hair with ease. Soon enough leaving Nat with a glorious full beard, the likes of which he never imagined being able to grow. Even growing that tiny bit bigger as his testosterone levels spiked more than it ever had before.

Once his beard was secured, it seemed the final change was upon Nat at last. And strangely enough it was his hair! The messy mop of brown hair he’d once sported receded until it was basically just falling out in clumps that seemed to vanish into thin air, soon leaving him completely bald. Thankfully the look didn’t stick around for long as some dirty blond hair grew back in its place. Only far less of it this time, emphasized by his now receded hairline. And if that wasn’t bad enough, as his hair styled itself in a short crew cut, a small but noticeable bald spot made itself known on top of his head. Male pattern baldness strikes again.

Finally Nat’s new face was able to relax, followed by him gasping for air. “Oh… oh god… m-my voice?” He staggered as his voice now sounded even deeper than it did before with that small twinge of an accent now sounding much heavier. “I’m… fucckk… I’m-Gruuuuaaaahhhhhhh!” Before Nat can even think of the words to describe how he was feeling, one final change to his body made itself abundantly clear.

One of Nat’s hands instinctively flew towards his crotch as the same sensations that’d filled his muscles moments ago now flowed through it as well. Without even thinking about it Nat groped his bulge, specifically his cock which was already half hard from the whole experience. Yet it only seemed laughable how his new mittens for hands dwarfed the outline of his dick. But then right in cue, as if in response to his touch, Nat’s cock began to engorge at an alarming rate. Growing longer and thicker by the second. In theory not much of a new experience for any man that’s had an erection. But this was different. It felt as though Nat’s dick was being grabbed by an unseen entity and pulled. Stretched longer as it slithered down his leg. All the while the outline green girther to match until it was almost beer can thick!

But that wasn’t all. Immediately following this Nat’s balls began to churn in an odd way that felt both painful and satisfying. He gripped his crotch even harder, his fatter cock now filling out his meaty grip much better than before. And his balls were about to do the same as they swelled rapidly in size too, ballooning until they became massive bull nuts capable of fueling his body with all the testosterone it’s gonna need from now on! Even his pubic hair got in on all the action as it spouted into a dirty blond bush that couldn’t help sticking out above that waistband a little.

He couldn’t stop himself from subtly thrusting his hips forwards with how erotic the whole sequence had felt for him. Especially now that his girthy monster of a cock while soft was already the same size as his old dick was at full mast. The enormous thing couldn’t help twitching a few times as it drooled precum.

“Holy shit…” Nat grumbled, that new Icelandic accent of his still making itself painfully known, as he traced the outline of his now much larger cock. He was enormous in literally every sense. He felt like like fucking Goliath. It was all so much to take in that Nat felt utterly overstimulated by it all. The size, the height, his voice. He could even see clearly without his glasses now.

Naturally his rough hands started to wander in amazement. Running down his heavy pecs first before sliding over his muscular gut. Patting it slightly before peering down at his legs. They looked unbelievably huge with the seams of his now skintight jeans snapping and stretching with every small movement he made. Just looking down at them in general further cemented how tall he was as his enormous feet that’d burst from his shoes and socks seemed so far away.

All that said, how could Nat possibly ignore his arms. Every time he moved them he could feel the thick muscle of his biceps tense and contract. And as soon as he gave them a proper flex, the veins didn’t hesitate to pop up in a way that only further exaggerated this size of his colossal arms. Just the raw power alone coursing through his arms made Nat believe he could bicep curl a boulder. That and all the testosterone flooding his system made Nat wanna find the heaviest thing he could just to see if he could lift it. Because above all else Nat felt fucking strong right now. It might sound dramatic or egotistical to say but he felt like a fucking god! And honestly he was justified in the feeling. Standing at 6’9 and 430 pounds with a hulking Goliath of a body under his command. Who wouldn’t feel like a powerful God with all this? Feeling as though he could lift an entire fucking car with ease was a fantasy Nat had never even entertained before. Because it wasn't possible! Not for someone like him anyway. But now… that truly was his reality.

All this size. It wasn’t just muscle. It was pure masculine strength.

One part of Nat’s mind was still freaking out. Naturally. Trying to rationalize this whole situation and make sense of how the hell any of this was possible. But he simply couldn’t. People don’t just randomly hulk the fuck out. It’s impossible. Or at least it should be. And yet each tiny movement of his new and improved body proved otherwise.

Before long Nat found himself awkwardly waddling around his house to find the nearest mirror. A task that was made surprisingly difficult thanks to his extremely restrictive clothes and the enormous new size he clearly wasn’t used to. Resulting in Nat clumsily bumping into walls and furniture while knocking things over and generally making a mess with almost every step he took. Bumping his head on the doorways a couple times before learning to duck through them. A bull in a china shop most would say.

When he finally reached a mirror however, Nat’s eyes widened with disbelief. His new cock instantly stood at attention when he saw the face reflected back at him. Thor Bjornsson. The same guy on Instagram that he’d been drooling over earlier today. The same guy that Wavell dude had… spoken to him about…

“Oh fuck! Oh god! I-I-I’m Thor Bjornsson! N-no way! This… I…” His brain started to malfunction even more than it already was with the insane revelation. He hadn’t just hulked out into some random bodybuilder strong man. He’d hulked out into one his personal favorites and long time crushes! Thor Bjornsson… a man who had literally competed for the title of world's strongest man was now staring back at him in the mirror. “This c-can’t be real. I have t-to be dreaming.” His voice trembled with a hurricane of emotions. He pinched himself several times but instead of waking up as the normal guy he was, all he felt was the pinch of his fat sausage fingers against his new manly bearded face. “How? I don’t understand… but…” he slowly flexed his arms again, watching the muscle peak as he glanced down at he enormous bulge. “But I fucking like it!”

He admired his reflection with pure disbelief for an unknown amount of time. Of course it was Thor he’d become. Who else would be this fucking massive. The Icelandic accent should’ve given it away but then again… this was impossible! Even now his mind could comprehend what his eyes were seeing. The enormous burly form of Thor Bjornsson stuffed into a comically small shirt lacking any sleeves and sporting a large rip down the center with what was left riding up his round powerful stomach. His jeans were in just as sorry of a state as they’d split all across his thighs and weren’t even long enough to cover his bulky calves. Not to mention the front and back being split open with his huge ass hanging out one end and his fat bulge hanging out on the other. The sight alone was enough to get his cock pumping up to its full terrifyingly large size.

Soon enough Nat found himself retreating from the bathroom with his new plan being to rip off his remaining clothes and spend the rest of the night worshiping his new body. Not knowing how the fuck any of this had happened but wanting to make the best of having been transformed into one of the hottest men alive. Not to mention having absolutely zero clue where things would go from here but he did know he wanted to jack off this new monster cock as much as he could while imagining getting to plow other men with it. Thinking of how hot it’d be to completely dominate men that would’ve been bigger than him before but were now tiny in comparison. Even the idea of letting some of these guys fuck his incredibly tight new asshole was making him wanna bust on the spot.

But moments after he stepped away from the mirror, Nat found himself doubling over and clutching his head in pain. “GAHH-… Fuuuck! What now!?” He grunted, having thought this insane transformation was over.

The sharp pain splintered through both his head and his subconscious as Nat staggered before finally falling to his knees with a booming thud. Both hands still holding his head with discomfort. Until suddenly he stopped. His expression went completely blank as his arms fell to his sides. Like his entire body and mind had just shut down with the only thing that was still wide awake being his engorged cock bucking against his jeans, begging to be set free.

On the inside Nat panicked as he felt himself being… compressed? Like his consciousness was being, squashed, stretched and tugged around like putty by some unknown entity. As much as he wanted to fight back, Nat was completely powerless to stop this invisible force from playing with his mind and soul and soon enough it started to make some changes. The first of those changes being tugging at the part of Nat’s mind that contained the majority of his general knowledge, knowhow and understanding of anything too complex. In turn dropping his IQ and dumbing him down considerably. In return the only thing this entity stuffed back onto Nat’s consciousness was a deep knowledge and understanding of bodybuilding, power lifting and physical health.

After that Nat could feel this invisible force proving and probing at the part of his mind that was gay as fuck and found this transformation so hot. The part of his mind that loved big muscular men with sexy beards and thick cocks. His homosexuality. And, without a second thought, that part was plucked out of his brain as well and instantly replaced with something else.

Heterosexuality.

Instantly all those thoughts he’d been having before about sexy muscular men started to kill his boner. Even the idea of him having transformed into Thor Bjornsson moments made his cock start to go limp. Instead his thoughts began to shift towards something a little more… traditional. Thoughts of pretty petite women with long hair swiftly replaced any thoughts he’d been having about men. He didn’t care about muscular pecs or juicy cocks anymore. Nahhh all he wanted now was a good pair of fat tits to bury his bearded face between and a tight wet pussy for him to plow his huge cock into. And just like that his cock began to stiffen again, straining the front of his boxers and staining them with even more precum as he daydreamed about eating out some hot chick before drilling into her and filling her pussy up with his top grade baby batter.

“Huhuh… fuuuuck. Tits…” Nat chuckled to himself in that deep Icelandic voice he’d adopted, fully giving in to his newfound heterosexuality and love for women and their bodies. “Pussy…”

From there it only continued to pluck away at parts of Nat’s mind causing him to lose more and more of himself. Forgetting more and more about his old life by the second and everything he’d learned throughout it as those memories were replaced by new ones. The memories of Thor Bjornsson. Memories of growing up in Iceland gradually becoming the massive tank of a man he was today. Memories of competing in all sorts of strongman competitions and even doing some acting which he was well recognised for. The family of Thor replaced any memory of Nat’s family and before long the only things Nat could remember about himself was the fact that his name was… what was his name again? It was… it was… did it begin with an N? No. No it began with a T didn’t it? Yeah. Yeah! His name… it was… Thor! Or at least that’s what most people called him. His full name was Hafthor Bjornsson!

By this point any memory or recollection of ever being Nat had been wiped from his mind. He was Thor now and always had been. An enormous yet humble man who looked to be the pillar of masculinity and was as straight as an arrow. Everything that contradicted that was sucked out and sent down to his balls to be churned away into cum. His former name, memories, intelligence, wants, needs, habits and of course his homosexuality all being squashed down into Thor’s fat bull nuts. Ready to be squirted out forever.

Finally Thor snapped out of the strange haze he’d been in. Life surged back to his previously vacant eyes as he shook his head. “Huh… what is going on?” He grumbled while looking down at himself. Seeing the tiny clothes that’d been ripped and stretched to the limit across his gigantic frame. His brain was still attempting to piece together what the hell was happening.

He slowly stood up with a little struggle thanks to the obscenely tight jeans before looking around the room with an even more confused look. He didn’t recognise this place at all and had no idea how he got here. And what was up with these clothes? And…

“Oooouughhh… my dick.” Thor groaned, noticing how rock hard his cock was right now. He had no idea why but it just wouldn’t stop pulsing. He wanted to ignore it and figure out what was the hell was going on but it quickly became too much. Before he knew it, Thor used his ridiculous strength to rip open the front of the unfamiliar boxers he had on to set his monster cock free. It bucked and pulsed eagerly until Thor wrapped a hand around it and started pumping. “Aauuuughhh… that’s gooooood.” He moaned, surprised at just how sensitive his dick was.

What unfolded was a scene of one of the strongest men on the planet jacking off his huge manhood in the middle of a room that seemed tiny to him. Slowly ripping more of the tattered shirt and jeans off in the process until he was at last fully naked and basking in the glow of pleasure radiating from his cock and balls. All the while his mind was bombarding him with images of sexy women he so desperately wanted to rail and breed while groping at their tits until all he wanted to do was cum everywhere. As if his entire being was just begging him to empty his balls and release every drop of his load! Who was he to deny his body that right?

A good few hot sweaty minutes of jerking and flexing later, Thor let out a long gravely moan before rope after rope of thick cum exploded from his cock. Completely covering the destroyed clothes around him in the milky substance while picturing the most gorgeous pair of breasts. All the while being blissfully unaware that he’d just unloaded his former self all over the floor in a display of raw masculinity.

A few moments of heavy panting and post nut clarity later, Thor is finally coming back to his senses. First of all wondering why the hell he was just so horny and once again questioning what the hell he was doing here. That was when he heard what sounded like a phone buzzing from the living room.

Thor sauntered to where he heard the buzz onto the find a phone on the carpet beside a pair of broken glasses and what looked to be a busted pair of shoes. He picked up the phone curiously causing the screen to light up and display a notification. God it seemed so tiny. Like a toy phone almost. It couldn’t be his could it? Why the hell would he buy himself such a tiny phone? He always bought the larger models for his big clumsy hands. Despite the strangeness of it all he couldn’t help reading the notification. A new message from Kyle Wavell? Now why did that name sound familiar to him?

Despite not recognising the phone, Thor somehow knew the password and managed to unlock the phone after thumbing around the tiny keyboard with his fat fingers. Soon managing to find the messaging app and opening it up to see the message. There were only two messages in the chat. The one sent just now and another one that’d been sent about 25 minutes ago.

- Yo Thor! It’s Kyle! Thanks for lending me this number bro. Still can’t believe you bought yourself a whole ass new phone because you left yours at home when you traveled down here. Anyway I’m heading to the gym for some strength training in a bit so you’re more than welcome to join me at the usual place -

After seeing it things started to click into place a bit more. He’d traveled down here to meet up and work out with his buddy Kyle for a few days. That’s why he was in this house. Kyle apparently knew a guy who’d let Thor stay here free of charge for the days he was here. But of course he left his phone at home. How the hell did he manage that and get all the way here? There goes all hope of Kyle and his other buddies ever giving up on teasing Thor about being a big dumb oaf. As for the clothes, maybe he just… got drunk and put some stuff on that didn’t fit? That would certainly explain why everything is in shreds everywhere… right?…

His eyes then flickered to the next message that’d only been sent a minute ago,

- You coming man? Or have you lost this phone too ya dumb oaf! 😂 -

Thor sighed as he shook his head. Taking a moment to think before replying. Once again navigating the phone's keyboard in a comically clumsy fashion.

- I’ll be there 🙄 Just let me find some decent clothes to put on brother -

He responded.

Soon enough Thor was rummaging through all the clothes in the house since apparently he didn’t bring any clothes with him for whatever reason. He couldn’t even find the clothes he came down here in. God maybe he really was a dumb oaf if he couldn’t even remember that.

After rummaging through the closet for a good while it became abundantly clear that whoever Kyle’s buddy was that stayed here was nowhere near his size. Then again nobody ever was Thor’s size but still this guy seemed puny. Not an XL in sight. And that would’ve been the absolute minimum for him in most cases. He held up multiple pairs of pants to his body just to find that some hardly even reached his knees. Similarly he can’t help but laugh at how tiny all the shirts look compared to his hulking body. Even most of the shoes were half his size.

With a sigh Thor grabs the baggiest L size shirt he can find and tries against all odds to pull it on over his gigantic frame. He struggled beyond all hell to get it on but somehow he managed it with the shirt fitting skin tight over his pecs and not even being able to pull over his muscle gut. So tight in fact that he was afraid one wrong move would cause the shirt to spontaneously explode. Well, as long as there’s some ladies around to admire him when if happens then he could live with it. After this he found the biggest pair of shorts possible to match and they were equally as nightmarish to pull on. Especially when it came to pulling them over his thick muscular ass. But even then they were constricting to all hell and rode almost all the way up his thighs. They seemed more like briefs than anything as they stretched uncomfortably tight over his crotch and ass.

That said when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but think these clothes were a little too revealing. He was secure in his sexuality as a straight man and everything but he couldn’t help feeling the shorts showed off his ass and bulge a bit too much with how skin tight they were. Sure he didn’t mind the ladies taking a peek at his goods but did he really want all the men eyeballing him too? Oh well. It’s not like there was much else for him to wear.

Unbeknownst to Thor, had he seen this sight of himself in the mirror about 20 minutes earlier then it would’ve drove him crazy with lust. As for now? Why the hell would a straight guy like him get turned on looking at his own reflection?

“Ugh. I look like someone who had a massive growth spurt and never bought any new clothes…” He grunted to himself, feeling like a complete fool. On that note however there were absolutely no shoes that were gonna fit Thor’s massive feet. At this rate he’d have to end up borrowing some clothes and shoes from Kyle instead.

- Sorry to ask but before we go to the gym could you stop off somewhere and buy me a pair of size 16’s? Can’t find my shoes anywhere -

Kyle was quick to respond

- Yeah that’s fine bro. Sometimes I wonder how you managed to become one of the strongest men on earth hahahah! -

Sometimes Thor wondered that himself as well…

oh, you’re gay? alright! then you wouldn’t feel anything if a girl started feeling up your big, strong biceps then, would you? as a friend, of course. Just to see how they feel, y’know? It’d be selfish to not let a cute girl get a feel of what a real man is like. Just flex those arms, big guy, thaaaat’s it. Feel her sloooowwly trace her fingers over that beautiful, aching muscle.

Oh, and can’t forget about those pecs, can we? It’d be rude to tell her to stop now. Plus, you’re gay anyways. So it shouldn’t be a problem when she starts groping a little then, right? maybe giving them a little squeeze? It’s okay, you can groan a bit. She won’t mind.

What if she starts going lower? Maybe sliding a hand down to your chiseled abs? mmmph, that feels gooood, doesn’t it? Her just running her hands along your abdomen… Back and forth, back and forth… Oh! you’re hard? That’s okay! It’s a perfectly natural reaction to the stimulation. It’s something biological. You can’t control it, so don’t feel bad about it. Just relax and let your good friend give you a nice massage… you can close your eyes… It’s okay if you feel drowsy,

just…

give…..

in……..

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What’s that noise?

As you gradually come to, the sound starts to get louder and louder, and it’s accompanied by a feeling… a feeling of..?

Ah! F-fuck, no, wait! you’re ga y— fhuuuccckkkk your cock feels sooooo good in her warm pussy~

thaaats right, let those eyes flutter upwards as that wet, tight hole slams down on your cock over and over and over. Just relax. Rest those thick, muscled arms, and let your hips and cock do all the thinking for you. This feels way better than fucking an ass ever could. It’s like it was made to take dick. it’s squeezing you all the way to the base, like it’s trying to milk you for everything you’ve got~ And it feels so fucking right~

Hear those moans? Your cock, your muscles— no, YOU’RE making her make those noises. She’s wanted this for so long, it’d be cruel to deny her your cock when she rides you so good, wouldn’t it? You want to give her what she wants, don’t you? You wanna knock her up. You wanna fill her womb with your seed.

So do it. Thrust those hips, hear her scream your name, and hear yourself grunt and moan while you pump her full. Drool and grit your teeth as you impregnate your friend with your thick, fertile, gay cum. Feel her convulse around your cock as she soaks your pubes with her climax. This is what you were made for. You were made to breed.

You’re still gay though, right?

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Dude you're literally bi

Yeah, honestly bro you've hit the nail on the head.

To be fair, I was gay - nothing about female bodies used to turn me on. I fiercely defended my attraction to men, I took a guy to my senior prom, I came out in my early teens. I felt resolute in my feelings and was more than happy to say there absolutely no chance I'd ever be with a woman.

And now cut to the present, and nothing turns me on more than writing about gay guys realizing their straight potential and the wonders of female anatomy. There's just no fucking competition. Nothing gets me harder than a good GIF of a guy sucking a big pair of tits, and don't even get me started on eating out pussy. My fat tongue slipping between her folds, her juices running down my throat. One hand squeezed around her fat, squishy breast.

My body wants it so bad. It drives all my urges, makes my dick throb inside my shorts, gets me so horned up when I scroll through lesbian porn and just imagine those bimbos worshipping me. It's so easy for me to change all these guys because I've already started to change myself. I know how true and honest these urges really are. I can't stop daydreaming about busting my load inside a bitch and getting trapped with these desires.

Becoming a father. Becoming the kind of traditional man I thought I would never be. I want to fill a bottle with breast milk and chug it raw as I palm my package.

Follow my lead, brothers. Pussy is the answer. Be a breeder.

I’m saying it- gooner language is hot as fuck when a tgirl uses it, it shows how much porn or hentai she watches so she’s ready to go feral on a real person

Oh this guy? This is my pet stoner. haha yeah he is pretty sleepy, he’s had a lot of treats. Trained? Of course not, no way. He’s too dumb to learn anything. Aww, look at that, dummy likes you! Yeah, you can let him hump your leg

Teasing some dogboy top by playing with my holes in front of him. Having him leashed to something that's keeping him in place while I fuck myself stupid on some knotted toy just out of his reach.

thinking abt dog tops againnn. idk they r just perfection like omggg r u just gonna fuck me like a feral mutt while u stick ur tongue out and pant??? ideally also drooling on me in the process, slobbering over me as u pound inside like a big filthy dog... u gonna bark at me, not a yap, but like a good hearty bark in a genuine effort to assert dominance? bite into me and tug on my skin with ur teeth? use me like a chew toy? i need it.

I just want to mindlessly say "I love you I love you I love you" again and again while I desperately rutt inside someone