Thank You Very Much For Your Time. (takes A Sip Of The Tea) Ummm Bitter, Is It Orange Tea?

Thank you very much for your time. (takes a sip of the tea) ummm bitter, is it orange tea?

So if you don't mind, let's start (takes out a notebook)

All cases have things in common.

1. who are mostly, if not completely, always men. Is that true? (sorry, I don't want to sound rude)

2. How often do you usually have these kinds of interactions?

3. Are they always people with the physique of athletes to bodybuilders or are there usually other physical types?

4. Are you able to say the age range of the victims?

5. After what happened, have any of the victims contacted you again?

(after you answer)

And the last and most important question, how do you do it? I want to and don't come and tell me that you are actually a fantasy entity or a demon of pleasure because then I will think that you are crazy (don't take it seriously, it's part of the setting).

Part 1

Yes! It is orange tea!

That's quite the palete you've got! I like to serve this one to my guests, mainly because I like the way it looks. See?

The color is deep and bronze, kind of like posing oil.

But if you're not a fan of orange tea, I can make you something else? I have blueberry? Or if you don't like tea, I have soda that's really fizzy?

I'll let you think it over; but in the meantime, I'm glad to assist your investigation in anyway I can. Let's look at those questions. Hmmm...

Yes, my, *ahem, abilities only seem to have an effect on men. It's just the way the magic works, but it's all good since I find it more fun that way. (No worries, I didn't find this rude at all!)

These sort of interactions can only be described as random, at best. Sometimes I will see someone out in public who I think will be fun to mess with, or who deserves a little shake up. And sometimes people will come to me, asking to be changed or asking for a little fun for their friend... or revenge for an enemy.

Body types are also random. I will admit that about 90% (or more) of the men who are affected tend to have an athletic or bodybuilder physique. However, I have had experiences with skinnier guys, larger men, shorter men, etc. I have no preference and I will help/change anyone who comes to me... but I will admit that I specialize in growth surrounding the glutes and pectorals.

18 and up, period. There's no leeway with this, at all. I do have a softer spot for older guys, though, so I love to have daddies who are in their late forties, early fifties come to me for experimentation (or to add to the daddy population).

I've been contacted a few times by men who have been changed. It's usually from the ones who've asked me to change them themselves, and they are always grateful. Although, sometimes a guy who's been changed thanks to the whims of another has not contacted me yet, probably because they tend to get distracted by their new bodies to keep looking.

How do I do it? I need a picture/video to start with. From there, I can alter it or create a scenario around it, that will in tune come to fruition. I suppose this could classify me as a sort of magical creature with properties similar to Venomoth...

Don't laugh.

Would you like a demonstration? I can prove it, if you show me a picture (no explicit nudity please, just so I can post it lol). It can be of you or maybe one of your buddies?

Or the guy who sent you here...?

Kevin Jonas's New Career

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jonas,” the hypnotherapist, Blue, greeted the hunky singer.

The former boy band member entered the small office and took a seat on the offered sofa. When he sat, his thin t-shirt clung to his chiseled, smooth chest, allowing the hypnotherapist to view his toned body that had helped him gain scores of adoring fans. “Oh please, you can call me ‘Kevin’,” Kevin Jonas smiled, flashing a cute grin at Blue.

Blue simply nodded as he sat down across from the singer, his notepad in hand. “Alright Kevin,” he smiled, hiding the devious glint in his eye, “why don’t we start with why you’re here?”

The stud cleared his throat, running his hand through his curly hair. “Well,” he began, his baritone audible in his manly voice, “I think I’m ready for a new career path. I mean, I’ve been a part of the Jonas Brothers for years, and while I love it, I’m ready to see what else is out there.”

Blue hummed to himself.  “And what do you think is stopping you from taking that leap?”

The singer bit down on his lower lip in thought, leaning back into the sofa. As he moved, his tight shirt strained against his smooth muscles once more, illustrating his dedication to his body. He worked out religiously, aiming to get a toned, more athletic aesthetic that many of his fans could drool over. They loved the clean, good boy look that he oozed with ease— toned muscles, smooth baby face, and an all around happy-go-lucky attitude.

It was no wonder why he’d stayed in the boy band for so long; he was perfect for the part!

“I think it’s just been all I’ve known,” Kevin admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve gotten too comfortable with it that it’s hard to leave.”

Blue nodded, encouraging the singer to continue.

“I mean,” Kevin huffed, an annoyed tone in his voice, “no matter how much I try to branch out, all people see is that clean cut, Disney singer. I’m ready for a change.”

Blue’s smirk took over his face, and he had to shield it behind his notepad before Kevin could notice. “I think I have an idea,” he mischievously said as he snatched his pocket watch out of his pocket. “Now, just watch this watch with you eyes only as I swing it back and forth. And concentrate on the sound of my voice…”

Kevin did as he was told, his eyes following the gentle swaying motions of the watch—

Blue snapped his fingers. “You still with me, Kevin?” he asked, yanking the singer out of his daze.

Kevin jerked back in the sofa, shaking his head a little as he struggled to regain his bearings. He glanced at the clock on the wall and was amused to see that an hour had already passed, meaning that the hypnotherapy really must’ve been a success. He didn’t remember a single thing! “Whoa,” was all he could manage to get out, still trying to wrap his head around the quick session. Despite it just happening, Kevin could not recall a single detail about what Blue had told him while he’d supposedly been under. No matter how hard he strained his brain, the last thing he could recall vividly was staring at the pocket watch, and that was it.

“This concludes our first session,” Blue smiled warmly. “I’ll see you next week for our second session. In the meantime, if anything comes up, please give me a call.”

Kevin graciously thanked Blue before leaving the office, his head held high as he headed to his car to drive home.

As he walked, Kevin began to tug at the collar of his t-shirt, all of a sudden feeling a little warm. The singer cocked his eyebrow in confusion since it was a cool, overcast day; yet, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortably warm and a little constricted wearing the tight fabric. He tugged at his shirt collar, trying to get any minuscule semblance of relief in the odd rising heat. Kevin swore that his skin even started to itch, further increasing his discomfort. Even worse, the slight breeze that filtered in through the parking garage made the legs of Kevin’s pants billow and flap, making the singer feel as if they were too big for him.

He knew that it was ridiculous, but when Kevin glanced in one of the car mirrors, he swore his clothes looked way too big for him.

“Did I really leave the house like this?” Kevin blushed as he examined his oversized attire. Despite having on expensive, brand-name clothes that typically showcased his muscled body in a modest manner, he couldn’t help but view them in a different light now. Whereas his pants normally seemed to fit his toned legs nicely, he couldn’t help but notice how they were too baggy in the seat, making his butt look flat and unimpressive. Worse was that his shirt, which normally tastefully showed off his pecs and biceps, appeared more akin to a circus tent due to how loose it seemed.

Without thinking, Kevin tore his shirt away from his body, allowing his bare chest to be on full display. He knew that walking around shirtless in the parking garage was outside of the norm, but he couldn’t deny the rush of relief that crashed over him due to having his chest exposed. The cool air brushing over the pert nipples felt right, and Kevin smiled as he continued towards his car.

Once he was seated in the driver’s seat, the singer couldn’t resist tearing his pants away from himself, feeling leagues better just sitting in his boxers.

As he drove home, a small part of Kevin said that something was off, but he ignored it and instead focused on the road ahead. It wasn’t until he was stopped at a red light that the stud realized that he’d been massaging his smooth pectoral with one hand while driving. He blushed a little bit when he noticed, but his blush deepened when he saw the man in the car next to him staring.

The other man smirked back and gave an approving nod, even going so far as to lick his lips hungrily.

Out of instinct, Kevin gave his nipple a pinch and his jaw went slack as he moaned. His cock started to harden and it tented out his boxers, bobbing in the air in front of him—

The car behind Kevin honked as the light turned green.

The singer snapped out of his daze, his heart racing in his bare chest as he continued to drive home. He tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. Given his good boy aesthetic, he never in his life would have ever considered showing off in traffic, let alone to another man. Still, his cock throbbed with want at the recent memory, and his nipples burned with want. Every so often, during his drive, Kevin’s free hand would rub his pecs and thumb his hard nipples.

This continued until Kevin finally reached his house and parked in the garage. He was slightly relieved that he was finally home and no one could see him in his horny state, but another growing part of him couldn’t get over the flash of excitement that he’d felt when the other guy had seen him playing with his pecs. At the thought of it, his cock throbbed even more and began to leak precum.

Kevin did his best to ignore his throbbing member as he began to walk around his house aimlessly… or at least he thought it was aimlessly, until he snatched up a trash bag. His limbs seemed to move on their own accord, and it took Kevin a while to realize what he was doing. 

The first thing the hunk did was go into the bathroom and throw away every single razor that he owned. He cocked his eyebrow, wondering what had possessed him to do that, but the more he tried to think about it, the more a thick fog seemed to filter in through his brain; and instead of thinking about maintaining his boyish charm and friendly good looks, his mind was bombarded with mental imaged of manly body hair.

His cock throbbed even more.

Next, Kevin tossed all of his pricey colognes and deodorant into the trash bag. Manly musk and smelly pits invaded his brain, and Kevin couldn’t resist lifting his arm and shoving his nose into his hairy pit, taking a large whiff. Only he was disappointed when all he smelt was the chemicals of his deodorant, making him frown. He couldn’t wait until he radiated manly musk.

His cock throbbed again.

Finally, Kevin waddled into his bedroom, his hard cock bobbing in front of him with every step. The first thing he did was rip open the closet doors. He began to snatch up all of his button down shirts, shoving them into the trash bag with an almost giddy excitement. Every single article of clothing that was deemed as too loose or too modest was thrown away, leaving only a few t-shirts that were a size too small and some workout shorts. To these, Kevin took a pair of scissors and trimmed them, making them even smaller and much more revealing. The entire time Kevin worked, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of wearing such slutty and revealing clothing while out in public, his hairier chest and musky pits on display for all to see—

“Ughh!” Kevin bellowed loudly as his cock erupted, shooting a large load into his boxers. His pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath, Kevin looked down at the stuffed trash bag and then towards his cut up clothes, and he couldn’t help but blush for the millionth time that day.

He imagined himself strolling around town wearing next to nothing, his body on display as he showed off like some dim, jockbro slut. And what was even stranger was that that thought didn’t cause any sort of humiliation, but instead sent an excited thrill through Kevin, making his cock rocket back to life in a snap.

“What’s happening to me?” Kevin panted, running a hand over his sensitive chest.

[Two Weeks Later]

“Welcome back, Kevin,” Blue smiled warmly as he greeted his patient into his office.

The newly transfigured Kevin Jonas sauntered into the hypnotherapist’s room, his head held high as he basked in the warmth that having another man’s eyes on his form brought him. Instead of the clean cut, good boy next door looking guy that had been at the first session, a new man entered.

Kevin wore a tiny tank top that was two sizes too small for him, and the bottom part had been cut off so that it ended right above his navel. Speaking off, Kevin had quit his shaving routine, allowing his chest hair to grow out more, the wisps of manly chest hair covering his entire torso. His fuzzy pecs were barely contained in the small tank, and when Blue stared more, he could make out the large nubs pressing against the tight fabric from where Kevin had pierced his nubby, sensitive nipples. He wore tight spandex shorts that showcased his thick hairy thighs and his impressive bubble butt. Speaking of, Kevin must’ve been hard at work at his at-home gym because his butt seemed to be a bit rounder and firmer, as if he’d been hard at work trying to look bigger. The large bulge in the front of his shorts was noticeably hard, and Kevin kept adjusting it as he entered the office, his hand seemingly constantly fondling himself under the other man’s gaze, making himself get even harder.

Kevin wore a cocky grin that was framed by the manly scruff on his face, particularly his new mustache. Instead of looking like a heartthrob from a boy band, Kevin now looked like he’d been ripped straight out of some porn site.

When he sat down on the couch, Kevin folded his arms behind his head, letting his hairy pits be on full display, his manly musk permeating the room.

“I see you’ve been doing well, Kevin,” Blue smiled, his eyes running up and down the singer’s new hairy body. “Tell me, have you still been feeling trapped in your career?”

Kevin shook his head, one of his hands still kneading his hard cock as he spoke. “No way,” he laughed, his voice having a deeper and slower quality to it. “I’ve already made up my mind to quit that stupid band.”

Blue couldn’t fight his smirk. “Oh?” he pressed. “And what path have you decided to take instead?”

Kevin mindlessly scratched at a hairy pec. “I’ve been thinking about streaming,” he said, leaning back further into the couch cushions. “I can just play some video games while I flex for people online. I figure for every sub I get, I’ve just flex my tits for them.”

To illustrate his point, Kevin made his hairy pecs bounce up and down, loving the action even more with Blue watching. Plus, the sensation of his shirt rubbing up against his hard nipples made his cock start to leak precum into his shorts, forming a wet spot in the front.

Blue nodded and hummed. “I’m happy to hear that, Kevin,” he commented, feeling a little mischievous spark, “but just to doublecheck…” Blue snapped his fingers.

Immediately, Kevin jerked back in his spot on the couch, looking as if he’d just been slapped. His eyes went wide and a rush of humiliation crashed over him as the realization of what he’d been doing over the past two weeks dawned on him.

The first thing that struck Kevin the most was the musk that wafted off of him. “Wh-what?” he panicked, lowering his buff arms and staring down at his altered body. The stunned singer paled as he glanced at his large, hairy pecs and his pierced nipples. His fingers accidentally grazed one of his hard nipples, and he had to stifle a moan as his cock throbbed like crazy in his tight shorts. His face went cherry red as he vividly recalled himself sauntering into the hypnotherapist’s office, wearing next to nothing and looking like some hairy jockbro slut who was super musky. “What the hell happened to me?!”

“I helped you figure out a new career path,” Blue simply stated. “You were tired of the boy band scene, so I thought that a new change of pace would do you well.”

Kevin gestured down at his altered form. “So you turn me into this?” he spat. “What the hell am I even wearing?”

“You can take it off, if you’d prefer?” Blue suggested.

“I’m not going to take…” Kevin trailed off as his arms moved on their own accord, grabbing the bottom of his tank top to tug it off. He tossed it to the floor, and despite the panic coursing through his veins, he couldn’t deny the spark of excitement he felt over having his hairy chest exposed. It became clearer to him that even though he’d been made aware of what happened, he was still under the influence of Blue’s hypnosis.

“See, Kevin?” Blue said, his smooth voice making the singer squirm in his seat. “I’ve made it so that you’ll love living out your life as a slutty cam boy. It won’t be so bad, right?”

“‘Not so bad’?” Kevin repeated incredulously. “Look at me!”

“I am looking at you, and there’ll be a lot more guys who’ll look too,” Blue explained. “We’ll set up an OnlyFans account to tie into your streaming career. That way, you can totally immerse yourself into your new career path. You’ll love it, trust me.”

The thought of having tons of guys watching and looking at his altered body as he showed it off made Kevin’s cock throb even harder. Kevin was aware of everything he was doing, but he couldn’t stop. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he liked it.

Blue walked forward and grabbed both of Kevin’s meaty, hairy pecs. He groped the large muscle mounds and ran his fingers through the new hairs that covered them. Kevin tried to hold back a moan over the sensation of another man playing with his sensitive chest, but he couldn’t prevent the low slutty noises from escaping his mouth. 

“See?” Blue smirked. “It looks like you like it.”

“Mmmm,” Kevin moaned, screaming at himself on the inside while trying to convince himself that he didn’t like it. His cock was leaking precum like crazy now, and he was rendered inert as he was felt up.

Becoming some slutty cam guy wasn’t Kevin’s first choice of a new career path, but he couldn’t deny the fact that his body lit up with electricity when the other man touched him, and he was desperate for more. He unconsciously bounced his chest and lifted both of his arms to flex his massive biceps. His manly musk started to waft out into the small office.

“Smell them,” Kevin heard himself playfully growl, placing a large hand on the back of Blue’s head.

Blue eagerly shoved his face into Kevin’s armpit and took a deep whiff, loving the manly musk that permeated his senses, making it smell like his office was a gym locker room instead. As he sniffed and licked at Kevin’s pit, Blue’s hand reached up and tugged on one of Kevin’s pierced nipples, making the singer squeal with delight.

“Ooohh!” Kevin moaned loudly, his untouched cock snaking out of his tight shorts and bobbing out in the open air.

Blue pulled away and went to his desk where he grabbed his phone. “Let’s go ahead and make your first video, Kevin,” he said. “And just know, I gave you back your awareness, so you’re free to stop at any time you want. If you choose that you don’t want this, then I’ll help you to return to your old life as a member of goody boy band.”

He pressed record and held up his phone towards the altered hunk.

Something clicked inside of Kevin’s brain, and as soon as he realized that he was being recorded, he couldn’t help but show off.

With one hand, he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. With the other, he began to tug on one of his nipples, moaning loudly as he pleasured himself in front of Blue. He didn’t want to be stuck as some slutty cam boy, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the surge of pleasure that took over him. Despite himself, Kevin couldn’t stop fondling his hard cock or playing with his sensitive chest. He even lifted his arm and sniffed at his own pit, moaning loudly as he breathed in his sweaty musk.

“Oh shit,” he bellowed out, “that’s fuckin’ nice. This is what real man looks like.” He gestured down at his hairy chest. “Not some smooth pretty boy, but this is a real fuckin’ man— uuughhh!”

He came and his load squirted up onto his hairy pecs, which heaved as Kevin tried to catch his breath.

“Well, I think this is going to be a great debut,” Blue grinned. “What do you think, Kevin?”

Dazed as he basked in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kevin nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he bellowed, smiling as his hard nipples burned with want again.

… … …

“Hey everyone,” Kevin grinned as he sat at his desk set up, with his headphones on. The camera was positioned so that the viewers of his stream could see the background of his office, which was decorated with video game collectables and lit up with a neon motif. The streamer sat bare chested, his hairy pecs clearly the focus of the camera as they took up most of the screen. Thanks to his frequent workouts, they’d packed on some serious size, and Kevin liked to lean forward and have the muscled mounds rest on the desk, showing off how large and cumbersome they were. “It’s your boy, Kevin, here, ready to do another let’s play of the latest Pokémon game.”

As part of his new streaming career, Kevin would frequently play video games shirtless, constantly flexing or showing off as he played— a majority of his viewers couldn’t even recall the game he’d been playing, they’d mainly just watched the horny hunk feel himself up. Every so often, Kevin would bounce his muscletits, tug on his nipples, or sniff at his smelly pits. For those followers who wanted to see something a little more mature, he’d set up his OnlyFans account which attracted scores of followers, eager to see the hot, hairy hunk pleasure himself in front of the camera. 

Kevin had completely gone from a clean cut boy band member to a hot, hairy slut.

“Check these out!” Kevin grinned as he thrusted his chest forward, showing off the shiny silver rings on his nubby nipples. “My boyfriend, Blue, got me these piercings. Fuckin’ hot, right?” He bounced his pecs in tandem, making the silver rings dangle with the movement.

On occasions, his brothers Nick and Joe would try to talk some sense into Kevin, asking why he’d been acting so differently and why he’d quit the band. Kevin would typically just snort at them and call them a bunch of little bitches with how desperately they’d clung onto their shiny Disney appearance. Luckily, Blue had reassured him that he would try to get them to understand his new life…

As Kevin played his game on the stream, he would flex here and there, his hard cock hidden underneath the desk. It throbbed with want and the more his viewer count climbed, the more men watched Kevin watch like a heated slut, the more turned on the stud was.

“Ugghhh!” Kevin groaned as he tensed up, his hairy pecs jiggling as he came on stream. The whole time the chat cheered and sent tons of eggplant emojis as the hunk spent his load for all to see.

Kevin loved his new streamer slut life, a dazed grin forming on his face as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was nice,” he bellowed, already growing hard again as more and more people logged in to watch.

my buddy has such a flat butt, he can’t keep his pants. it’s really embarrassing for him. do you think you could help him out?

Oh, poor guy. Let’s see what we can do. Go ahead and put this in his drink, and it should help him out. (*slides you a little vial of clear liquid) But, only put half of the vial in at a time.

You agreed and took the vial, eager to help your flat-backed friend…

You and your friend, I think his name is Jason, were getting ready to play a big baseball game. The two of you were active on your community team, and loved to play the sport, spending hours practicing. A plus to being an athlete was that your bodies were both fit and impressive… with the exception of Jason’s flat butt.

Still, you were ready to help out your friend, because you’re just such a nice guy.

When Jason wasn’t looking, you grabbed his water bottle and uncapped the vial, ready to pour in half of it. Carefully, you tilted the small glass vial so that the clear liquid could slowly fall in at a controlled rate and—

In a flash, the entire vial emptied into the water bottle. Oops.

For a brief moment, you panicked and wondered if you’d wasted your time and your chance to help your friend; but before you could react, Jason stalked forward.

“Hey, Man, can you pass me my water?” he asked in his deep voice. He’s a really handsome man with large, sexy muscles and a killer smile. It’s just a shame that he doesn’t have a rear, so to speak.

“Um,” you tried to stall, unable to think up an excuse. “Here…?” You hesitantly closed the lid and handed him the spiked water bottle, holding you breath as he eagerly grabbed it.

“Thanks,” Jason grunted as he took a large swig of the tainted liquid, followed by loud gulps until the bottle was empty. “Guess I was pretty thirsty.” He tugged up his loose pants and jogged out onto the baseball field. The fabric was loose and wrinkly, and he had to tug his pants up a little bit as they rode lower with every step.

For a brief moment, you worried a little bit about what sort of ramifications could occur because you’d accidentally used the entire vial; but once the game started, the panic drifted away from your mind and you began to enjoy yourself.

As the game progressed, you sat in the dug out, and Jason was on one of the bases.

Jason looked a little flushed and he grabbed at the back of his normally loose pants, his eyes widening at what he felt. 

From your vantage point, you could see exactly what had brought about such a reaction.

Jason’s usually loose pants now looked like they were painted on. The tight, white fabric was pressed against a butt that had seemed to magically grow out of nowhere. The jock who had been ridiculed frequently for being flat in the back now possessed a sizable bubblebutt that made him look like he was an avid cyclist.

“Wh-what the hell?” Jason wondered aloud as he glanced over his broad shoulder to examine the big butt attached to his lower back. It pressed out from his back a little more than what he would’ve liked, which was weird since he usually was embarrassed about his lack of a butt— but this one looked a little too big for his liking.

Then Jason’s new butt shuddered as the growth continued.

The jock freaked out as his butt grew out even further away from his back. It bubbled out farther and farther, rounding out as it grew. The new cheeks pressed against his pants that struggled to contain the new girth within them, seams starting to groan as they began to fail—

RRIIIPPP!

Jason’s pants finally gave way, his fleshy new mounds rippling out in the open for all to see. They grew so far out that they formed a nearly perfect shelf with Jason’s back, officially crossing the line into oversized territory. Now, the jock who had always lamented being flat in the back was bright red with humiliation as his enormous new bubblebutt hung out in the open for all to see. He knew deep down that none of his pants would ever fit over his rotund, massive butt.

Your bottom-heavy friend took an awkward step forward, his face going red as a tomato at how different his gait was. He could feel the meaty cheeks rolling over each other as he moved, and the cheeks rippled and bounced nonstop.

“Where’re you going?” the coach yelled out as Jason tried to waddle away. “We’re in the middle of a game!”

You and Jason were beyond confused over what had happened, but as you looked over the nonchalant crowd, you realized that no one, except for the two of you, could tell that Jason’s butt had managed to triple in size!

Still red in the face, Jason remained on the base, his big bubblebutt out in the open for all to see. And when he ran to home base, the mounds bounced and jiggled like crazy. When he returned to the dug out to where you were, Jason’s face was beet red with embarrassment. 

“Good job out there, Jason!” Coach said as he gave your bottom-heavy friend’s exposed rear a playful swat.

The cheeks jiggled and shook from the impact, and you could see the front of Jason’s tightened pants strain against his hardening cock.

He winced when he sat down next to you, feeling the meaty cheeks squish under him.

Now it seems as if your friend has a new problem: He can’t keep his pants up because his butt is way too big for them.

My favorite sports team is the South African Springboks and they just win the Rugby World Cup. I’m not a great player but do you think that you could make me a big hot world class rugby player to join the team?

(I really don't know a thing about rugby... lol)

Sure thing!

Imagine that you wake up one morning, and immediately feel the foreign sensation of muscle rubbing up against muscle the second you sit up. You would look down at your larger athletic form, impressed by the sheer size of your new muscles that exude masculine prowess.

However, you also smell that strong musk that is wafting off of your muscled body in waves, smelling as if you'd just finished an intense workout or won a hard-earned match.

You shower, noting how different it feels to have your fingers run over the new curvature of your pecs, biceps, and ass. But even after cleaning yourself off and using scented body wash, you still reek of musk.

No matter what you do, your big, buff jock body smells of manly musk. Especially whenever you flex your massive arms, forming a double biceps pose-- your hairy pits emanate a string musky odor that you can't resist taking a big whiff of.

I really hope you enjoy your new life as a big, muscular, musky jock!

Testing a New Supplement

Here's a fun story I wrote for a contest on Gayspiralstories. I didn't place, but it was still fun to write! I'll have to write some more!

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'Testing A New Supplement' by Ultram0th

At the behest of his roommate, college jock Viktor decides to volunteer for a new drug trial. However, little does Viktor know that this new

“So, what is this exactly?” Viktor asked as he examined the pink capsule pill that was handed to him. It looked like an ordinary pill from any generic vitamin store, but it was allegedly some sort of miracle drug on the cusp of a science breakthrough.

Ethan adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses as he animatedly gestured at the pill. “It’s the latest and greatest in pharmacology,” the nerd explained. “I’ve been working day and night all year to develop this drug. It’s a world class steroid that will help guys build mass, almost instantaneous.”

“‘Instantaneous’? Bullshit,” Viktor scoffed as he studied the pill some more.

When Viktor’s college roommate, Ethan, had eagerly rushed back to their dorm to announce that some members of his biology department were assisting with the development of the new miracle steroid supplement and needed volunteers (paid volunteers), he’d immediately brought a prototype over to Viktor.

Viktor practically lived in the gym, perfecting his body so that he could maintain his position as the star player on the college baseball team. His body was blessed with toned and impressive muscles, and Viktor loved to show them off. He frequently wore tight shirts that displayed his chiseled pecs, and form-fitting jeans that cupped his toned butt and allowed a sneak peek at his sizable bulge. The jock was a total hunk, and Viktor knew it. And he absolutely used his good looks to his advantage, earning himself a reputation as a total ladies’ man on campus, sleeping his way through sororities left and right.

Viktor was known as a total alpha.

It was ironic that he’d gotten stuck with Ethan as a roommate.

Ethan was a total nerd, through and through. The short, skinny dweeb was so utterly tiny, and he wore thick glasses that made him look all buggy. It was obvious that the little guy had a thing for his hunky roommate; and despite having zero interest in guys, Viktor would sometimes tease the little guy by walking around their shared dorm in nothing but his boxer briefs, letting his chiseled pecs be on full display for the nerd to drool over.

Even now as Viktor held the little experimental pill in his grip, he was clad in just his mesh shorts, having just returned from the gym. His pectoral muscles were pumped from chest day.

Ethan shrugged his narrow shoulders. “That’s why the biology department’s paying you thirty dollars, to find out.”

“True,” Viktor hummed. “Thirty bucks is thirty bucks.”

Viktor popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing it down dry.

“Great!” Ethan virtually cheered. “Now all we have to do is monitor and record the results. How’re you feeling now?”

“I feel fine,” Viktor snorted, rolling his eyes at the nerd’s eagerness. He couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of some sort of brand new steroid promising results in a few minutes. If anything, he figured he’d just get a minor stomach ache later in the night. “Maybe I got a placebo— UUGHhhh!”

Viktor felt all of his powerful muscles tense up at once, making it look like he was flexing. His body felt really warm, as if he’d just finished a marathon, sweat starting to drip down from his pores in a snap. However, the jock’s attention quickly became alerted to the fact that his impressive seven-and-a-half inch cock rocketed straight to attention, tenting out his gym shorts noticeably.

At first, the stud blushed at being rock hard in front of the small gay guy, but his mind was quickly overcome by a heavy haze of lust. His cock throbbed and ached for release, and Viktor could barely control himself, instinctually reaching down to tear his shorts away so he could take care of it.

Ethan chuckled as the large, alpha stud jerked himself off. Viktor wanted to bark at him and tell him to go away, but he was far too concerned with what he was starting to feel— or what he wasn’t feeling. No matter how hard or long he tugged on his hard cock, he couldn’t feel the regular jolts of pleasure emanating from it.

Viktor grit his teeth as he jerked himself off, but he was getting nowhere near climax. In fact, he could only feel his sexual tension starting to build, his knees weakening and his heart racing as he grew desperate to get off. He even knitted his eyebrows as his throbbing cock elicited zero sexual responses.

“Uhhhh, what’s happening?” Viktor whined, his voice cracking as his cock continued to spasm.

“Just relax,” Ethan said, his voice low and calculating. “You’re a part of a medical science breakthrough.”

Viktor’s face was cherry red as his large bicep flexed with power as he jerked his hard cock, all to no avail. He then winced when he felt his other muscled arm moving on its own accord, without any thought of his own, reaching around himself to his backside. His eyes widened when he felt one of his thick fingers pausing above his tight hole.

“OOOhhhh!” Viktor squealed with pleasure as he inserted a finger inside. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back as he fingered himself in front of his roommate. Viktor had never been penetrated before, and while he maintained the slightest coherence to be begging himself to stop, he’d never felt such pleasure. Viktor’s embarrassment was quickly clouded over as the stud heatedly fingered himself, adding another and then a third one, his mouth wide open as he loudly moaned like a needy slut.

Waves of pleasure crashed over the moaning jock until he could feel a sort of pressure starting to grow inside of him, getting larger and larger until it felt as if a bubble burst.

“GGNnnuuaaa!” Viktor cried as he came, his thick cock spasming as he blew his load all over his muscled chest. His fingers still securely lodged in his ass, Viktor’s massive pecs heaved as he tried to catch his breath after possibly blowing the largest load of his life. “What the fuck was that— uuughhh!” He tensed up, his cock shooting straight up and blowing another large load, his muscles twitching with masculine power as he came.

“It’s working!” Ethan exclaimed excitedly.

Before he could ask what the nerd had meant by that, Viktor felt his impressive muscles tense up as he seemingly was stuck in a perpetual orgasm. His cock kept throbbing and cumming, shooting load after load as the stunned college jock moaned loudly with each burst. Viktor looked down, his face beet red from humiliation before going ghostly white when he noticed something horrible.

Every time his cock blew a load, it grew smaller and smaller. It was still rock hard, but as it throbbed and came, it got yanked further into his body, getting tinier by the second.

“Wh-what!?” Viktor sputtered as he came and reached down at to grab at his shrinking cock, but then he felt something else behind him.

As he shuffled his feet, Viktor felt an unknown jiggling sensation emanating from his backside. The panicked stud looked over his broad shoulder and gasped loudly as he witnessed his proportional butt shudder and pull away from him, growing larger and rounder with each passing second.

“What’s happening to meeeee?” Viktor moaned as he kept cumming, panicking as his cock shrank and his butt grew, all the while the other man kept eying him hungrily as he changed.

Viktor’s ass ballooned out from his back, defying gravity as it blew up. It jutted out at a near ninety degree angle from his back, forming a perfect shelf. The cheeks bounced and jiggled from every slight move that the frantic stud made, sending bolts of electric pleasure straight to his cumming cock. Even his thighs packed on a little meat to accommodate the increased weight at his backside, growing closer together as they constantly rubbed against one another, forcing his tiny cock out front and center.

His butt grew so large that his fingers were forced out of his hole, not able to reach, and the growing sexual tension-fueled pressure inside of him grew to obscene levels, making Viktor desperate to feel stuffed again.

“Uuughhh!” Viktor shrieked as he blew his final load, left spent and gasping for breath as he rested a hand against the wall. His mind tried to piece everything together, but all he could seem to really focus on was the unsettling feeling of emptiness that his giant bubblebutt felt.

“It worked!” Ethan victoriously cried, eying the microdicked, bottomheavy stud with a devious glance.

With a loud gasp, Viktor was finally able to recompose himself, his mind filling with panic over his mysterious transformation. He mobbed past the smaller man, rushing down the hallway. His gait resembled more of a waddle with his thickened thighs, and as he moved, the stud winced as he felt his massive, new cheeks bounce and roll over each other. What was even more alarming was how each movement of his massive ass sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his small cock, which was still rock hard.

“Fuck!” Viktor shouted when he confronted his new form in the bathroom mirror.

His ass wasn’t just big, it was enormous! Viktor’s face was stark white as he examined his new physique. His butt had inflated to such large proportions that he could see the sides of his rounded cheeks from the front. His muscled torso kept its same size and shape, his massive pecs looming over a trimmed waist that then widened out to a giant pair of cheeks that were about the size of beach balls. No matter how impressive his pecs were, no matter how cute his smile was, and no matter how round his biceps were, Viktor knew that his giant bubblebutt would now forever be the focus of his body. As he turned to and fro to examine his new body, his huge ass bounce and jiggled, seemingly in constant movement.

The former alpha frowned when he saw the tiny one inch nub that his cock had become. It was still rock hard, but it was barely noticeable at its new size. Out of instinct, Viktor reached down and grabbed it, only able to hold it with his thumb and index due to how small it had become. It was embarrassingly tiny.

“What’s wrong, Stud?” Ethan asked as he walked up to him, enjoying how the larger man shuddered when he ran an admiring hand over his cresting ass.

“What— how— why?” Viktor sputtered as he tried to piece together what had happened to him. He knew for a fact that no one would ever look at him the same, that he’d immediately lost his alpha status thanks to the small cock he now possessed.

“You just helped with a scientific breakthrough,” Ethan told the bottomheavy hunk. “We were developing a supplement to see if we could turn the biggest, manliest jock into a musclebutt slut.”

Viktor’s eyes widened at what he heard. “Wh-what?”

“Just think about it: you are Exhibit A now. You’re proof that the straightest alpha male can be turned into a needy bottom who is built to bring pleasure to other men. That massive booty of yours is the perfect cushion for an alpha male to dominate, and that tiny cock of yours will make sure that all of your pleasure receptors are in that big butt now. See? You’re now the perfect bottom!”

Viktor’s pecs heaved as he tried to process what he’d just learned. Not only had his cock shrank and his butt inflated, but apparently the drug had also turned him into a needy bottom slut.

The jock looked over at the nerd beside him, the air in his throat drying up. Despite his panic, Viktor couldn’t help but notice how cute Ethan looked with his soft brown hair and little dimples. He felt a slight pressure in his crotch and looked downward, expecting to be hard. His little one inch cocklet looked unchanged, yet when he reached down and felt it, Viktor paled when he realized that he was in fact rock hard. He was just too small to notice.

But the throbbing in his tiny cock paled in comparison to the deep hunger that he felt in his inflated butt. The jock shuffled his feet with want, every shift and ripple from his booty making his nub throb even more. An intense itch formed deep within his inflated ass, and it grew with such fervor that he could barely think about anything else.

“What is it?” Ethan smirked, noting Viktor’s pained expression.

Viktor’s face burned bright red, and before he registered it, he heard himself blurt out, “I need you to fuck my slutty butt!”

“Well, go ahead and get to the bedroom then,” Ethan hummed.

On cue, Viktor hurried out of the bathroom towards Ethan’s room. His face was bright red due to the nonstop jiggling from his big butt and the absent sensations from his crotch, but his desire to get stuffed overtook it all.

The jock threw himself onto the bed on all fours, arcing his back and shoving his bubblebutt towards the nerd.

Viktor let out a low bellow as the other man entered him, moaning as he began to pick up speed. His inflated butt rippled as he thrusted himself back, sending massive shockwaves of pleasure throughout him, making his bulky muscles twitch. The entire time, his tiny cock uselessly sputtered out an embarrassingly small amount of cum.

His massive bubblebutt elicited nothing but pleasure, and before long, Viktor basked in the glow that getting fucked by the other man gave him. He couldn’t stop the slutty moans from escaping his lips, and the jock shoved his face down into the pillow as he flexed his cheeks, eagerly milking the nerd’s cock.

Ethan tensed up and came; and as he was filled, Viktor’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. He struggled to catch his breath as his entire body tingled, feeling electrified.

Steadily, as the sex-driven fog cleared from his frazzled mind, the shock of his transformation settled in.

“Ohhh, you can’t leave me like this!” Viktor begged, pawing at his pathetic nub and wiggling his hips, his massive butt jiggling wildly.

“Don’t worry, Vik,” Ethan cooed, “the supplement should’ve made it so that you’ll love living your new life as musclebutt.” To prove his point, he roughly swatted the jock’s enormous cheeks.

“Ooh!” Viktor squeaked as his microdick spat out a meager amount of cum.

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“Ready?” Ethan asked, dressed up in a suit that made the normally geeky young man look handsome. He peeked behind the curtain, marveling at the large crowd of people from the scientific community who attended the symposium.

Viktor swallowed loudly as he shuffled his feet nervously, his tiny nub throbbing as he examined his roommate in his black suit. “Um, I guess so,” he muttered unconvincingly.

The smaller man mock frowned. “What’s wrong, Big Guy?” he asked, placing a sympathetic hand on Viktor’s broad shoulder.

The former college jock blushed as he stared at the mirror that was placed backstage. Instead of wearing a suit like the nerd, Viktor had been instructed to wear his jockstrap… and nothing else. The usual cocky stud used to have absolutely zero problem with showing off his muscled body, and he could vividly recall peacocking in the gym with his massive chest muscles on full display for all to gawk at. However, now he felt incredibly exposed and humiliated.

His enormous bubblebutt protruded out the back of the jockstrap, being lifted slightly by the constricting straps. Instead of looking confident, the jock looked hesitant to parade around with his beach ball sized rear shifting and bouncing behind him. Still, no other pair of pants would fit him, leaving him wearing next to nothing and just letting his big booty be on full display wherever he waddled. Worse was that the front pouch was loose and baggy, illustrating how much the hunk was lacking.

“Um, n-nothing,” Viktor relented. It’d been three weeks since his transformation, and although he was still horrified over being turned into a slutty, microdicked power bottom— he was still incredibly turned on. Night after night, Ethan or one of his old teammates from the baseball team would take turns fucking him. Although he’d hated having such a big booty at first, Viktor’s massive cheeks brought the jock nothing but pleasure, and he even began to look forward to getting fucked, eagerly awaiting the next time a thick cock would be deep inside of him.

Even now, his little nub was rock hard and barely even tenting out the front of his jockstrap, just from noting how cute Ethan looked in his suit. That familiar needy sensation formed in his ass, and Viktor wondered if they had time to squeeze in a quicky before Ethan needed to go onstage.

Ethan checked his watch. “Whelp, it’s time for me to go out,” he said. “I’ll call you out in a sec.” He playfully swatted Viktor’s bubblebutt.

“Ooohhh!” Viktor moaned, shooting a meager load into his jockstrap. It was nothing like what it used to be, but the stud still panted as he tried to catch his breath, feeling tingles on his inflated butt from where the other man had touched it.

The crowd erupted into applause as Ethan walked up to the podium. After tapping the microphone, he began to speak:

“Good evening esteemed members of the science community. For years, us nerds and small tops have been typecasted as bottoms. But no more. Gentlemen, I am here today to declare that we have successfully created a new supplement one-hundred percent guaranteed to turn the biggest, most cocky alpha male into the neediest buttslut around. May I present, Exhibit A!”

That was Viktor’s cue.

After taking a deep breath, Viktor waddled out onto the stage.

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and awed gasps as the bottomheavy stud waddled out towards the podium. The whole time, Viktor’s face burned with humiliation and he felt as if he’d burst into flames at any second; however, his little cocklet throbbed with intense want as he moved. His massive bubblebutt shifted and jiggled behind him, many of the men in the crowd whistling at him in a catcalling manner.

Ethan smiled warmly at the altered jock and then continued. “Our new supplement will increase the libido of the male, as well as the size and sensitivity of his glutes. It also programs him to respond sexually to any male stimuli. And in order to solidify his status as a bottom, it will cause the phallus to reduce in size by upwards to ninety percent.” He turned to Viktor. “Exhibit A, if you may.”

Viktor’s face looking like a tomato, the jock hooked his thumbs into the straps of the jockstrap and tugged it downward.

The crowd marveled at the jock’s one inch microdick, and despite how humiliated he was, a bead of precum was already starting to ooze out Viktor’s nub.

Viktor glanced out over the crowd, realizing that everyone in attendance was male. Immediately, his nub throbbed even more and he couldn’t help but flex his massive butt with want. He was embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to hide somewhere off stage, but another part of him instantly began to fantasize about getting his big butt stuffed full of cock after cock— from every guy in the audience. He was so caught up in his horny daze that it took the jock a moment to realize that he’d been massaging his inflated cheeks with both hands, unable to stop even when he became aware.

“And for those of you who are more chest guys, we have been trying to develop a supplement to suit your needs. Exhibit A was given a dose this morning with his morning coffee,” Ethan explained.

Viktor jerked back in shock at what he’d heard. “Wait, what— uughhh!”

Vitkor spasmed and felt as if his chest were on fire, like he’d just finished an intense chest day at the gym. His nipples tingled, and then the bottomheavy jock’s jaw dropped as he watched his pecs begin to inflate and round out. The muscled mounds grew outwards from his chest, obstructing his view of anything below them. His nipples even increased in size, inflating into large nubs that stuck off his muscletits tantalizingly, looking more like thumbs.

“Oooohhh!” Viktor squealed as he came, his cocklet shooting out a tiny amount of cum for the entire audience to witness. The now curvy stud paled as he poked and prodded at his muscletits, embarrassed to find that his enlarged chest also elicited the same pleasurable sensations as his massive ass.

The crowd once again cheered as they admired the curvy jock with large pecs that protruded off his chest like a shelf, nearly swallowing his neck; and an even bigger butt.

Viktor knew that the college jock with the proportional body that women lusted over, was gone. And in his place was a curvy, microdicked powerbottom who begged for cock on the daily. He paled at mental images of himself strutting around the gym with a massive butt and humongous pecs… but then he thought about all of the handsome jocks on his baseball team. A lot of them had large muscles as well, and even larger cocks.

Viktor’s nub throbbed again as it hardened, and the stud couldn’t help but reach up and toy with an inflated nipple.

“Do you have anything to say, Viktor?” Ethan asked him, a smirk on his face.

Viktor’s brain was taken over with his horny daze, and despite himself, the former jock dropped onto all fours and wagged his bubblebutt towards the nerd. He even noted how his muscletits squished together as he rested on his hands, having to reposition his arms around their exaggerated size.

“Just please fuck me!” Viktor begged, his deep voice cracking by the surge of lust that took over his body. The stud let out a low, bellowing moan as Ethan slid himself inside of his tight hole, almost loving how many other guys were watching the whole ordeal.

His massive booty jiggling and his enlarged pecs bouncing with every thrust, the moaning Viktor basked in the immense pleasure that washed over him in tidal waves. Sure a small part of him was horrified over what he’d become, but a louder part loved every second of it— getting fucked every day and having his body built for nothing but the upmost sexual pleasure.

Viktor loved his massive booty and enormous pecs (and even his little cock), and he knew deep down that he’d need to convince other guys on the baseball team to take part in the drug trials.

But he’d need to have them fuck him before their cocks shrink, of course.

Found this Part 2 of one of my old stories from my old Tumblr. Happy to have found it!

“Ryan Terry Prepares for the Bodybuilding Competition” - Pt. 2

Part One

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Winner: Ryan can’t stop flirting with the other bodybuilders

Bodybuilder Ryan Terry stalked back onto the gym floor to finish his workout, feeling energized by the protein shake the gym employee had given him for free. His heart beat a little faster than it had been as soon as he was surrounded by his fellow bodybuilders, and he felt himself getting a little frisky.

Ryan decided to head towards a weight pile to work on some bicep curls. He caught his reflection in one of the gym mirrors, smiling when he saw how pumped up he looked. He’d packed on some serious muscle in preparation for tomorrow’s competition, looking bigger than ever.

He approached a vacant bench and started to bust out some reps, really getting into it as he grunted loudly with every rep he performed.

“Hey, Man,” he heard one of his fellow competitors greet him.

Ryan looked over his broad shoulder to see Derek Lunsford waddle over to start performing some bicep curls of his own. He was a friendly bodybuilder and he and Ryan were cordial with one another, often having small talk during workouts or behind the scenes at competitions.

Ryan smiled back and felt his heart start to race even more for some unknown reason. “Hey there…” he greeted back with a wide smile, “…Stud.”

Ryan jerked back and wondered why he’d just referred to Derek as a stud. Sure he was friendly with the other muscle man, but he’d never called him by such terms.

Luckily, Derek laughed it off as he took the empty bench next to him. “Thanks,” he chuckled. “I mean, I have been putting on some serious gains.” He flexed a large, bowling ball-sized bicep to illustrate his point. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna come in first this year.”

Ryan Terry’s eyes bulged at the sheer expanse of Derek’s bicep. It was massive and oozed such masculine power. Best of all was that Derek had yet to shave his body, so it was covered in dark, manly hair.

Ryan meant to offer a genuine congratulatory comment on Derek’s progress, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard himself utter, “Damn Daddy, that’s some serious size you got there.” Again, Ryan winced at what he said, having absolutely no intent on saying anything like that. However, it was as if his mouth moved on its own accord without any thought on his end.

“Uh, right,” Derek mumbled, cocking his eyebrow at his buddy.

Ryan dropped his dumbbell and flexed his own massive bicep, rivaling Derek’s size. “I got some gains of my own though,” he smirked. “See this huge, sexy muscle right here?” He felt himself lean forward and seductively lick his huge muscle, maintaining eye contact with the shocked Derek. Ryan inwardly screamed at himself the entire time. He had no idea why he was acting the way he was right now, and although he could feel and hear everything he was doing, he had no control over it. It was as if he were a puppet and someone else was controlling him. Still, Ryan was horrified at his actions, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as he licked his bicep.

“Um,” Derek wondered aloud, “I think I’m good on arms.” He quickly stood up and hurried away from the weight pile, leaving a humiliated and confused Ryan in his wake.

“What the fuck was that?” Ryan hissed to himself, seemingly able to control his words when he was by himself. He’d never once flirted with a man like that before. The straight stud had never even been so outlandish with a woman. Yet, he’d brazenly licked his bicep like some muscled up stripper on stage. He rubbed at his face in a panic, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for the weird way he’d just acted around Derek Lunsford. He put the dumbbells away and hurried off to the treadmill, figuring that a run would clear his head. Plus, he could just put in his headphones and ignore everyone else as he ran.

As he rushed towards the treadmills, Ryan was oblivious to the smiling gym employee who eagerly watched the scene unfold before him.

When he reached the treadmills, Ryan took the one on the far right. He got on and began to punch the buttons on the machine, starting to set it to a slow job to begin.

When he looked over at the occupied treadmill at his left, he saw bodybuilder Nick Walker running, trying to get some final cuts in before tomorrow’s competition. He was running without headphones, watching one of the TVs. As he ran, the man’s pecs bounced with every step, and since he was shirtless, Ryan got a full, uninterrupted view of the large muscle mounds.

Again, Ryan felt his heart speed up and even felt his cock start to twitch, further worrying him. He shook away his discomfort and smiled back at the other man when he grinned at him.

“How’s it goin’, Ryan?” Nick asked him.

Ryan felt his cock practically leap when the muscle man addressed him, which was thankfully concealed by his gym shorts. As soon as he felt his lips start to move, he was already pleading with himself to be quiet. However, such was not his luck.

“I’m doing great,” Ryan heard himself say animatedly. “I’ve been workin’ a lot on building up my muscle. Check it out!” He felt himself turn around and tug on the front of his shorts to make the material go tight against his large glutes, which he promptly flexed for Nick to see.

Despite Ryan screaming bloody murder inside his head, Nick laughed at him. “Yeah, pretty impressive,” he chuckled in a low, manly voice.

That sent a shiver down Ryan’s spine and his cock was now painfully hard, at full mast. “Well, if you think they’re impressive now,” he teased, “just wait ‘till you take a ride.” He glanced over his shoulder and gave the other man a playful wink. His stomach dropped when he saw Nick look uneasy and look away awkwardly.

“Uh, sure…” he mumbled.

Ryan, begging with himself to stop, turned forward to face the other bodybuilder. Despite his inner humiliation and horror over his uncontrollable actions, Ryan didn’t show any of it outwardly. His sexy smirk stayed glued onto his stubbled face. He felt himself puff out his chest, his nipples poking against his tight white tank top. His muscled arm reached upward and he began to playfully flick one of his hard nipples, sending electric shots of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock.

“If you’re unsure, then maybe I can convince you,” he heard himself purr, feeling his tongue flick out over his full lips at the end of his statement.

Nick just shook his head as he laughed uncomfortably, putting his earbuds in.

Ryan gave up on trying to run on the treadmill, opting to end his workout for the day. He rushed towards the locker room, his beefy hands clapped tightly over his mouth out of fear that his body would mutter something else flirtatiously, all the while, his hard cock bobbed in his shorts with every step.