Josh's Tiny Problem

Josh's Tiny Problem

New bodybuilder, Josh, has an issue with his big dick always getting hard while he poses. Luckily, his coach has a solution to turn his big problem into a really tiny problem.

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'Josh's Tiny Problem' by Ultram0th

New bodybuilder, Josh, has an issue with his big dick always getting hard while he poses. Luckily, his coach has a solution to turn his big

Josh had a problem. A pretty big problem at that.

The up and coming muscle stud frowned as he examined his impressive physique in the posing mirror. The hunk had spent years building up his musculature so that he could have the perfectly round biceps that were the size of bowling balls. The large pectorals were large and looming which were capped with nubby nipples that were pointing downwards. His thighs were thick which turned his walk into a powerful muscleman strut as they rolled over one another with each step. His huge glutes protruded from his lower back tantalizingly. He built his online career on working out and showing off his big manly muscles, all for his followers to gaze at in admiration— that, and his youthful face also scored thousands of admirers. Josh’s size easily rivaled that of several competitive bodybuilders, hence the twenty-one year old stud decided that it was time to finally make his debut. His corner of social media was a buzz with the prospect of Josh’s first competition, of which many believed that he would take First Place.

However, as Josh’s eyes ran over his large physique that was pumped and ready for him to hit the stage, they zeroed in on his stuffed blue poser that did absolutely nothing to hide his throbbing eight inch cock.

That was Josh’s problem: Whenever the stud flexed his massive muscles, he got rock hard without fail.

The faint mic checks from the stage echoed out, letting the embarrassed stud know that he’d have to go onstage soon. The weight of his problem was starting to really weigh on him, making his heart race and thereby making his cock throb even more.

Josh had first encountered this issue when he’d begun to post some flexing videos on his Instagram. The mere second he’d formed a double biceps pose for the camera, and his large arms bulged with masculine power, his thick cock had rocketed to life in an instant. He’d had to delete the video, believing that had just been some sort of fluke. However, after having taken care of his throbbing member, as soon as Josh had tried flexing again, his cock was hard all over again.

Although the young man considered himself straight, he couldn’t deny that there was something extremely hot about flexing his massive muscles and displaying how much larger he was than the other men in the vicinity. At the gym, Josh would have to be careful not to flex a bicep or bounce his muscletits in the mirror, otherwise his cock would harden and noticeably tent out his shorts. It was a purely uncontrollable phenomena too. No matter how much he tried to fight against it or force himself to think about something repulsive, the exact millisecond Josh flexed his muscles, he could feel the blood rush straight to his cock as it began to throb. It always left the stud red in the face as he’d embarrassingly have to cover his hard cock and excuse himself from the gym floor to take care of it. It had gotten so bad to the point that Josh could get off just by flexing in the posing mirror in his bedroom, his cock shooting a fat load just by having the stud performing a most muscular pose. Despite this, the stud was relatively modest and dreaded the thought of being hard in front of a crowd of people.

Josh never thought that the day would come when he would resent his eight inch cock and large balls. His package definitely never left one of his girlfriends angry, but for the stud, there was no hiding his monster package. Even when he wasn’t hard, Josh’s thick thighs thrusted his bulge front and center, which would leave him looking like he was the biggest man on stage— both in terms of muscle and dick size.

Of course being a professional bodybuilder was the ultimate goal for Josh, but the stud couldn’t help but worry about the prospect of himself popping a boner on stage as soon as he struck a pose.

“Fuck, what am I gonna do?” the hunk hissed to himself as he stared at his throbbing member that was trapped within the tight confines of his blue posers. The material was skin tight, doing absolutely nothing to conceal the large cock from view. The obvious answer would be to wear posing trunks, but the stud didn’t want to cover up his sizable quads that he’d spent so much time working on.

The stud paled at the thought of his hard, eight inch cock bobbing in front of himself while on stage for everyone to see. He knew he’d get disqualified and then his bodybuilding career would be over before it could even officially begin.

“Are you making any progress in there, Josh?” Josh’s manager, Ivan, asked as he entered into the backstage area that was separated from the rest of the contestants by dividers.

Ivan was a retired bodybuilder who had allowed his enormous muscles to be accompanied by a thick layer of fat as he’d stopped competing. The result was a big muscle bear of a man, complete with a hairy chest that was almost always barely covered by a string tank top and the tightest shorts that showed off his own sizable bulge that was clad in a small jockstrap. The older man took one look at the crestfallen Josh, and then noticed the way the young man’s posers were stretched to the max around his hard cock.

Josh had the wherewithal to try to cover up his cock, but his eight inches was so hard that his hands struggled to conceal it in its entirety. His handsome face turned cherry red, although it wasn’t quite discernible given his posing oil.

Ivan nodded. “Still having trouble with that little problem of yours?” he chuckled, gesturing at the way the young man tried, and failed, to cover himself.

“It’s not funny!” Josh protested, even stomping an annoyed foot which caused his toned glutes to bounce a little from the movement. “How am I supposed to compete if every time I flex, I get hard? The judges are gonna think that I’m some kind of horny freak!”

“It’s not that bad…” Ivan tried to say, but at the same time he knew that all eyes would be on Josh’s cock instead of his hard-earned muscles if he went up on stage now.

“‘Not that bad’?” Josh balked, flexing his glutes to prove his point. As soon as his ass moved the slightest bit, his cock throbbed once more. This time, though, his dick managed to tear through the tight confines of his posers, bobbing out in the open air freely. “Damn it!” The hunk grabbed at his hair in frustration as his hard cock wagged in front of his muscled body.

Ivan bit down on his lip in thought before perking up. “I think I have an idea,” he said before he rushed over to his duffle bag that was in the corner of the room. His walk resembled more of a waddle due to his large size, and when he bent over, he let out a huff as he maneuvered around his rotund musclegut.

When he returned, the muscle bear held a small pink, capsule pill in his large hand. “Here, swallow this and it should help you out,” he told his frustrated client.

Josh didn’t have time to ask what the pill was for. He assumed it would act as some sort of relaxer and help keep him flaccid while on stage, so he eagerly swallowed the pill dry.

He didn’t have to wonder long because the pill didn’t take long to take action.

The first thing that Josh noticed was a tingling sensation that took over his hard cock and dangling balls. His still hard cock throbbed again, and Josh felt all of his large muscles flex in unison as he blew his load.

“Uughhnn!” Josh loudly grunted as his cum shot out and coated the posing mirror in strands. The young stud barely had enough time to blush at the fact that he’d unleashed his load in front of another man before the tingling sensation in his package strengthened.

The young man looked down at himself and over his bulging pecs he paled as he saw his cock twitch before steadily starting to pull inwards.

“Wh-what?!” Josh panicked as he clutched at his shrinking package, his stomach dropping as he could even feel his balls gradually get smaller and pull up to his body. He winced as he felt his big, manly cock getting smaller by the second as it shrank in his grasp. Worse was that his pecs and biceps pushed against one another, and the tinier his cock got, the harder it was to maintain a grasp on it.

Finally the tingling subsided and disappeared altogether, leaving the panting stud standing in silent anticipation.

“Go ahead,” Ivan said, crossing his big arms over this beefy chest, “let’s see it.”

Josh shot him a glare before taking a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the action. He removed his shaky hand and paled at the sight before him.

His cock had shrunk to such a severe degree that Josh couldn’t even see it by looking down at himself because of his pec shelf. Instead, the young stud had to look into the posing mirror at his brand new nub. Given that he was freshly shaven everywhere for the competition, the lack of pubes did nothing to help his new tiny cock look any bigger. Instead, a little pinky-sized dicklet barely protruded out from his groin, and a little set of balls that were able the size of small grapes were tight against his skin. It was package that would look tiny on anyone, but on Josh’s broad 220 pound physique of pure muscle, it was hilariously miniscule.

Josh had to force himself to look away from his microdick that he now possessed, his heart racing in his muscled chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouted at his manager. “I’m fuckin’ tiny!” He gestured wildly down at his nub with shaking hands, unable to fully wrap his head around the fact that his cock had somehow magically shrank in a matter of seconds.

Ivan dramatically rolled his eyes. “I solved your problem, Josh,” he grunted as he waddled forward and grabbed the waist of the young bodybuilder’s poser to tug them back up.

Josh felt his face grow warm as he blushed even more. The blue poser that had been skin tight and tented out by his previously eight inch cock was now way too big in the front. The back still cupped his bubblebutt expertly, yet the front pouch was loose and baggy now. The stunned hunk couldn’t help but turn to the side and move back and forth a little bit, seeing how the loose fabric would bunch up and ruin the look that he’d wanted to achieve.

“Yeah, those posers are way too big for you, Stud,” Ivan mock-frowned, voicing what Josh was thinking. “Let me see if I have a smaller pair for you. Go ahead and take those off.”

Josh could vaguely make out the muffled sounds of the announcers telling the audience that the competition was about to start; and despite his panic, he still found himself listening to his manager and dropping his posers to the floor. His blush deepened as he moved, that absent sensation of his thick cock dangling between his legs a harsh reality of just how tiny he now was. His nub barely moved and was so small that it didn’t hang low, and instead it stuck straight outwards atop his tiny balls.

His manager lumbered back over with a few pairs of posers in his mitt, and he held them out as he thought about which one to choose. “Go ahead and flex for me, Stud,” he ordered.

In his daze, Josh still managed to place both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat spread, displaying just how broad he was. Just as before, the sheer moment the stud flexed, he felt a throbbing down in his cock. Unfortunately, unlike before, Josh’s new nub barely grew at all as it got hard; yet, he felt as if it throbbed even more, like he’d never been so hard in his life.

Ivan leaned forward, holding a measuring tape in his paws. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he read out the new measurement of Josh’s shrunken package: “Looks like you’re topping out at 1.5 inches.”

Josh couldn’t believe his ears. His cock had really been reduced by six-and-a-half inches all because of some mysterious pill that his trusted manager had given him. His tiny nub still throbbed and the stud couldn’t resist reaching down with a tentative hand, shuddering as soon as his fingers grazed his tiny cock. He had to grip it with his thumb and index finger due to how small it now was, that simple touch shooting tidal waves of pleasure throughout his body that made his large muscles twitch with want.

“Yeah, that’s a side effect,” Ivan snickered as he finally settled on a black pair of posers. “Apparently all of the nerves that were in your big cock are now all compacted in your tiny one, so your little clit is gonna be super sensitive.”

To illustrate his point, Ivan reached over and began to rub Josh’s tiny nub with his hand, grounding the small organ against his palm.

As soon as there was contact with his sensitive member, Josh had to reach out and place a hand on Ivan’s beefy shoulder in order to steady himself. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through the microdicked hunk, causing him to curl his toes and roll his head back.

“Ooohhhh fuck…” Josh moaned out as his manager played with is tiny cock. The hunk usually wasn’t so vocal whenever he got off, but he was seemingly unable to stop moaning as he was felt up.

On instinct, Josh threw both of his massive arms to form a double biceps pose—

“OOOOhhh!” Josh squealed as he came, his tiny balls only managing to create a few droplets of cum.

As the young bodybuilder panted and struggled to catch his breath, Ivan went ahead and maneuvered his stiff legs into the black posers, tugging the small piece of fabric up his wide thighs.

Although his body was still buzzing from his recent sexual release, Josh still groaned as he saw his new posers. There was barely any fabric whatsoever; so little that “Thong” might’ve been a more appropriate word for the article of clothing. The back of the posers slipped entirely between the stud’s cheeks, covering none of the large bubblebutt at all. Instead, there was a little triangle of fabric right over his crack, resembling a whale tail. Worse was that the front pouch was a size XS, cupping Josh’s dicklet and tiny balls with expert craftsmanship. It was a perfect fit, and the black fabric popped noticeably against his pale skin, perfectly detailing just how tiny the hunk now was.

The meager bulge in front of the young man’s posers was incredibly small, and it was nearly engulfed by his thick thighs. Ivan affixed the button with his competitor number on them, and Josh’s heart dropped when he realized that the button was way bigger than his poser’s bulge.

“Aww, look how cute the little guy is,” Ivan teased. “It’s a good thing that these little pills cause permanent changes. I think this is a great look for you.”

“P-permanent?” Josh repeated, his stance a little wobbly as the weight of this realization crashed upon him. The stud had built his career on his physique, and now that he possessed a little microdick, he knew that he would have to carve out a new niche for himself. No longer would he be known as the online stud with a body and muscles to die for, but he’d now be known as the muscleman with the really small cock.

For some reason, he felt his heart race at that last thought. He didn’t have time to question it before the loudspeakers blared out.

“Or next competitor is Number 96: Joshua C., coming in at 5’7” and 220 pounds,” the announcer said, which was followed by a roar of applause.

“—and 1.5 inches hard,” Ivan added, giving the young bodybuilder a playful nudge. “You better get out there, Stud. Your debut starts now!”

Josh took one last look in the posing mirror, steeling his nerves as his eyes could’t help but hone in on the tiny bulge in the front of his posers. He loudly gulped but still waddled out from his section and onto the stage, his heart racing in his huge chest the entire time. As he moved, he couldn’t help but note how weird it felt to not have a big pouch nestled in front of his quads.

Josh stepped onstage, seeing that the venue was packed with scores of people who were no doubt eager to witness his bodybuilding debut. He also knew that, because of his frequent promoting on his social media platforms, that a good chunk of the audience was comprised of his own followers— all of whom would know that his bulge was significantly smaller than it should’ve been.

Thanks to the posing oil, no one could see how bright red the stud’s face was turning with humiliation. He could see that the giant screen at the back of the stage showcased close up video footage of himself as he waddled towards the center of the stage, the camera focusing in on how small his bulge was.

A few gasps and giggles were audible from the crowd as Josh’s thighs swallowed his junk as he moved, his massive form a stark contrast from his tiny package.

Still, this was supposed to be his moment. Hence the stud took a deep breath and placed both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat pose. His lats flared widely and his tiny bulge was thrusted forward by the movement.

On cue, Josh felt an intense throbbing sensation in his crotch as he got hard. He expected the worse as he held his pose, but he didn’t hear any indication that people knew. The hunk turned around to form a rear lat pose. He had a flash of embarrassment at how the thin posers had left his ass virtually on display, which was now being shown off to the crowd; however, that feeling disappeared when Josh took the time that he had facing away from the crowd to look down at himself.

The hunk felt a foreign sense of relief for the first time in a while when he registered that, although he was rock hard, his dick was so tiny that it barely created a tent in his posers. Thanks to his weird quirk of getting turned on by flexing, Josh’s cock was still throbbing like normal, albeit a bit more thanks to how sensitive it now was. But it was barely visible.

Josh turned back around and moved to a side chest pose. His biceps and pecs inflated with power as he showed off his musculature, his cocklet throbbing even more as he showed off his muscles. As he moved to the other side, he stole a glimpse of himself on the large monitor, elated that his hard, tiny cock wasn’t visible to the crowd whatsoever.

Now Josh’s heart raced in his muscled chest for an entirely different reason as it dawned on him. Sure he had a really tiny dick, but now no one could tell that he was rock hard as he posed onstage.

Josh’s handsome face broke out into a smile that was alight with zeal. The muscle stud threw his arms up into the air as he formed a double biceps pose, his cocklet throbbing with the motion as he flexed. He was deeply turned on as he continued to flex, moving from pose to pose as he showed off his hard-earned muscles.

The crowd could pick up on the change in Josh’s mood, and they began to cheer more and more as he posed.

Josh held his head up high as he flexed, feeling more turned on than ever. Never before had he ever felt so aroused, not even with one of his girlfriends or even posing in the mirror at home. Nothing compared to the feeling of showing off his massive, manly muscles for all of the guys in the crowd to lust over. He flexed his big, round muscles onstage, basking in the light over how much guys cheered for him. Even more was when Josh flexed his glutes for the men, loving every second of it.

Deep down Josh knew that his life was now changed forever. Thanks to the cockshrinking pill that Ivan had given him, gone was the modest stud who would flex on camera and get off on it in secret. In his place was now a brazen horny, microdicked bodybuilder who flexed and showed off his muscles live onstage, the action feeling a million times better than sex. All of his previous anger and humiliation from having his cock shrunk disappeared, leaving the hard stud preening. Even more surprising was that Josh felt himself having the time of his life, loving the fact that he was hard onstage in front of so many people. He found himself desperate to do it again.

At the end of Josh’s posing routine, he leaned over and formed a most muscular pose. His thick arms flexed with power as they bulged. His massive pecs felt so heavy and large as they pumped up for the crowd. This ultimate pose ended in Josh twitching onstage, and he had to bite down on his tongue to prevent his moan from escaping his lips as he came in his posers.

The microdicked stud panted and gave a dazed smile as he basked in the post-orgasmic bliss that flexing onstage had given him, his load so tiny that there wasn’t even a wet mark visible on his slutty posers. Still, despite how tiny his load was, Josh still felt as if he’d just blown the biggest load of his life, unable to ignore the excited tingling he felt. Already, he was looking forward to the Pose Off portion of the competition where he’d get the opportunity to flex next to other bodybuilders, showing off for musclemen up close and personal.

His nub throbbed in anticipation.

He gave a wave to the crowd as he left the stage, loving how much they all cheered for him. The bass-filled noise let Josh know that it was majority men in the crowd, which made his heart race even more for some reason.

Josh waddled backstage, seeing that Ivan was waiting expectantly for him in their section. The older man clapped him on the back excitedly.

“You killed it out there, Stud!” Ivan cheered. “How do you feel about your bodybuilding debut?”

Josh mulled over the question seriously.

His dick was tiny, but he’d just won over the crowd at his first bodybuilding competition. That, and he was able to not be the laughing stock of the bodybuilding world because of how he’d always get hard while flexing. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Ivan had been a genius for giving him the cockshrinking pill. Josh couldn’t wait to get back to the gym and work out some more, eager to grow his muscles bigger and bigger so that he could flex and show off onstage again. All the while, his tiny cocklet would be rock hard and shooting load after load into his skimpy posers. Yet, because of how small his microdick was, no one would be able to tell that the young bodybuilder was practically masturbating in front of everyone. 

It’d be his own little dirty secret.

“I feel great!” Josh honestly answered, feeling so intensely horny as if he hadn’t just gotten off a few seconds ago. “I can’t wait for the next competition!” Ivan couldn’t see it, but Josh’s 1.5 inch dicklet was already hard and throbbing with the prospect of flexing in front of all of those men again. It was so small that it barely grazed the pouch of the slutty posers he was wearing, which would definitely become a stable of his wardrobe; and not just at competitions, but everywhere! 

“There’s no need to wait for the next portion,” Ivan hummed, a knowing hint in his voice. “Why don’t you give me a quick, private posing session, Stud?” He sat down in one of the chairs that was backstage, crossing his arms in front go his hairy chest expectantly.

Josh’s face broke out into a cocky smirk and he hooked his thumbs into the strings of his posers, tugging them down to the floor. His tiny cock sprang free, already at its full length of 1.5 inches and totally clashing with the young man’s massive muscles. Still, Josh thrust his hips forward proudly, shoving his microdick out front and center. His little nub was swallowed by his thick thighs as he waddled forward.

There was no sense of embarrassment this time, just an immense sense of lust as the older man watched him show off. As he posed and moved, he could feel his large muscles bulging, and having the other guy watching him made his nub throb even harder than usual.

Josh playfully turned around and flexed his glutes for Ivan, his cocklet leaking precum from the action. He wiggled his hips and made the globes jiggle, which was an unknown instinctual action that made him cock his eyebrow at first. But he couldn’t deny that he loved it, so he did it once more, turning back around to crunch his abs and make them pop.

Ivan enjoyed the show from the microdicked muscleslut that had been molded out of a big-dicked jock, even more so when he coyly glanced at the pill bottle that read out UltraM0th’s Cockshrinking Formula! New Pill Form! Side Effects include permanent drastic penile shrinkage, and uncontrollable arousal around men.

“You ever seen a guy this big?” Josh teased as he continued to flex, making his muscles bulge with immense power… but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like they weren’t right. He shook his head and his smirk grew. “You ever seen a guy this small?”

He gestured down at his nub that throbbed the more Ivan admired it.

“I sure haven’t,” Ivan grunted. “You’re the smallest guy I’ve ever met. All of those big muscles, just to be paired with such a puny clit dick.”

Josh continued to smirk as he moved to a front thigh pose, the pose forcing his meager package front and center. It was hilariously small and could barely be seen. But Josh loved that! He felt so turned on by showing off how big and small he was.

“Uughhnn!” Josh tensed up as his tiny cocklet let out another load, the third one in such a short amount of time. Despite cumming so frequently, Josh felt like he could go for another round immediately. The tiny drops of cum landed on his abs, looking like a little puddle.

“Thanks for the show, Stud,” Ivan mused. “You better get back out there soon for the group posing.”

Josh loved what he heard and couldn’t resist forming another most muscular pose, the new muscleslut hard instantaneously all over again. He happily rushed back onstage amid the other musclemen and began to flex, easily outmuscling every other bodybuilder. Yet, every single man onstage had a much larger packer than he did. The new Josh didn’t mind though.

Josh loved being a massive bodybuilder, but he loved having a tiny dick even more!

Lee Embraces His Daddy Persona

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4 │ Part 5

It had been two weeks since Lee was turned into Daddy, molding the formerly straight PokéTuber into a horny man with a sexy dad bod. The normally shy guy now strutted around the house that he shared with Blue, Kevin, Nick, and Wolfey wearing nothing but the skimpiest jockstrap that he could find, his beefy dad bod perpetually on display. He would frequently park himself in his chair in front of the TV, watching football and scratching his hairy belly and unleashing burp after burp as he drank his beer. The stud was a total daddy now, and he emulated every ounce of his new persona with pride.

However, as time ticked on by, Blue thought back to when he’d given Wolfey, Nick, and Kevin the opportunity to decide whether or not they wanted to return to their old lives or if they wanted to remain in their new identities. 

Deep down, he loved having Daddy run the house and demand belly rubs and getting sucked off; but Blue couldn’t deny that he wanted to be fair to his new boyfriend too. Therefore, one Friday evening, Blue sat down in the living room while Daddy was lounging in his chair. Wanting to make things go easier on him when he snaps him back to reality, Blue brought Wolfey down with him to help him out.

Blue and Wolfey sat down on the sofa opposite the coffee table; and with his massive, broad frame, Blue was virtually forced to sit on Wolfey because there was almost no space left on the loveseat due to his bodybuilder bulk. Wolfey had just finished up a workout, therefore a large waft of musk emanated off the bodybuilder in waves; and when Wolfey wrapped a thick arm over Blue’s thin shoulders, his musk seeped into Blue’s shirt almost as if he were scent-marking him.

As soon as the game was in halftime, Blue knew that he had a moment to execute his plan. “Hey, Daddy,” he said.

“Hmm?” Daddy grunted, giving his gut a scratch as his eyes stayed glued to the TV. Like the rest of the guys, Daddy still religiously worked out and therefore had his own musky aura. The only difference was that Daddy focused more on arms and chest, giving him a large and heavy top build, complete with his big beer belly. Still, at hearing his tiny-by-comparison boyfriend call him Daddy, the bulge in the front of his tight jockstrap already began to twitch with anticipation. His nubby nipples began to burn with want and he licked his lips excitedly. “What is it, Babe?”

Blue shifted in his seat. “I was hoping to ask how you’ve liking it here so far?” he asked innocently. He already knew that if Lee were in control, then he’d get a tongue lashing. However, he could see how much Daddy loved his new life with the other guys: days filled with eating, lifting, and fucking. It was a paradise for the altered man.

“Eh?” Daddy grunted again, cocking his eyebrow. This time, he finally looked over at Blue, his features softening the smallest bit. His new persona was that of a dom daddy, but he still had a major soft spot for Blue and the other guys, yet he still tried to keep up a tough guy appearance. “S’nice.”

Blue smirked to himself as he readied to bring Lee back to the surface. “Are you sure it’s just ‘Nice’ Daddy?” he teased. “I mean, based off of what I can see, you really enjoy it.” He gestured at the other man’s twitching bulge.

Daddy looked downward at his crotch, but his view was blocked by his hairy beer belly. Instead, he reached around it and fished his hard cock out of the confines of his jockstrap, letting the twitching member bob in the air freely. “Yeah,” he admitted, lifting his arms to form a double biceps pose, his biceps flexing with power. “I guess I do love being your horny, sexy daddy.”

“Just remember that you said that,” Blue grinned, “…Lee.”

On cue, as soon as Daddy heard his real name being uttered by the hypnotherapist, he snapped back to reality. Like he was hit by a semi-truck, the stud jerked back in his seat, his ice blue eyes going wide as the onslaught of new memories filtered in through his frazzled brain. 

“Wait…” Lee muttered as his hands explored the large mass that was now his body, paling at the memories of how he’d been living over the past two weeks. The formerly straight stud couldn’t believe that he’d been calling himself “Daddy” and that he’d been participating in, and actively encouraging, an array of sexual acts with the other men in the house. He pictured himself thrusting himself into a moaning Kevin, and then sometimes being the one bent over the bed as someone plowed into his rotund, hairy cheeks. Lee blushed at everything he’d done, but he felt even more humiliated over the fact that he was rock hard at the memories. He could feel his cock bobbing in the air for all to see, and he quickly stuffed it back into his jockstrap, creating a large tent instead.

And worse was that there was a part of himself that looked forward to doing everything all over again— but he quickly told himself that that must’ve been a residual side effect of whatever Blue had done to him.

Blue could see the struggle in the larger man’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, Lee, I’m assuming you’d like to know why I hypnotized you?” he playfully asked.

“You hypnotized me…?” Lee asked out loud, his voice disbelieving. Hypnosis was some sort of Hollywood concoction, he’d believed. Yet, the hunk found himself sitting in a house he vaguely recognized, wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap. And when he looked down at his body, his heart raced at the sheer amount of weight he’d gained. He could still see his hard-earned muscles, but now he appeared more like an off-season jock as opposed to a lean, proportional guy. His big gut was the most eye-catching part of him, and he gave it a tentative poke, his blush deepening when he felt his already-hard cock twitch at the feeling.

“Yes, Lee,” Blue answered honestly. “However, I mainly used hypnosis to help you come to terms with your true self.”

Lee stared blankly at him.

Blue continued, thinking back to when he’d first seen the hunk at the competition in the UK. “I could sense your discomfort onstage regarding having a little belly,” he explained, going so far as to reach over and run an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s gut, loving how it sent a shudder through the shocked man. “And truth be told, I thought that you looked really sexy with your budding dad bod. So I figured that I’d do the nice thing and help you embrace the dad bod, per se. And know look at you!”

“Yeah! Look at me!” Lee grunted as he gestured down at his new body. He winced when he felt his big belly jiggle with each movement, yet it took him a second to realize that he’d been rubbing his belly with one hand the whole time he’d been speaking. Even though his face turned cherry red at the realization, he didn’t stop.

“It’s hard not to, Daddy,” Wolfey mused in his deep voice. “You look seriously hot.”

Lee whipped his head over to face the bodybuilder who was his friend from before all of this head on. Before he could grill him, he sniffed at the air and covered his nose. “Bro, you reek,” he groaned.

Wolfey shrugged his broadened shoulders. “I just finished a workout,” he grunted, flexing a bowling ball sized bicep for emphasis. “And by the way, we all kinda stink around here.”

As if to check, Lee sniffed at his own hairy pits, gagging at the thick musk that wafted off them in waves. He could tell from the stench that he still frequented the gym, but he just didn’t pay too much attention to his diet.

And like clockwork, his cock throbbed with desire within the confines of his tight jockstrap. A late, wet mark was forming on the front pouch as it began to leak precum excitedly. He tried his best to ignore the surges of lust that he felt welling up within him.

“But Wolfe, how?” he asked. “How could you possibly be okay with any of this? You were a VGC Champion, not some horny bodybuilder!”

Again, Wolfey shrugged his massive shoulders, his muscles flexing with power from the minuscule movement. “I still am a VGC Champ,” he explained, “I just so happen to also partake in bodybuilding. Trust me, this whole hypnosis thing helped us all be a family: Dr. Blue, Kevin, Nick, me, and even you.”

Lee’s eyes widened at what he heard, fearing that his friend was long gone.

“Besides,” Wolfey went on, “it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and return to my old life. I mean, look at me.” He held his arms out to show off his enormous bodybuilder physique. “And look at you. And based off that tent in the front of your slutty jockstrap, you secretly like it.”

“N-no I don’t,” Lee tried to deny it, but he didn’t even believe his own words. Despite his panic over what he’d been turned into, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely horny. His lust was quickly overpowering his fear, and he felt as if he’d cum at any second the more he rubbed his belly or even by feeling the A/C blow over his nubby nipples. As much as he wanted to deny it, Lee also could’t ignore the protective and dominant instincts that dwelled within him as he thought about the other men whom he’d referred to as his boyfriends. He squirmed in his seat in anticipation.

“And besides, even if the hypnosis was what started it, who cares?” Wolfey asked. “I’m happy.”

“You’re only saying that because of whatever Blue did to you!” Lee accused. “You’re not even the real Wolfe anymore. You’re whatever gay caricature Blue wanted you to be!”

Blue shook his head, getting an idea from seeing Lee try to fight his daddy persona so much. “All I did was help you let down your inhibitions,” he told the struggling Lee. “I think deep down, you’ve come to love your slutty, dom daddy life. Which is why I have a deal for you.”

Lee stopped fidgeting around and eyed the smaller man cautiously. “What kind of a deal?” he reluctantly asked, annoyed at how turned on he felt just by looking at Blue, feeling an urge to shove the smaller guy’s face into the deep crevice of his hairy pecs.

Blue held his hands out in front of himself, signaling that he was speaking with one-hundred percent earnestly. “I’ll let you go, completely erase any traces of the hypnosis from your brain. Then you’ll be free to return to your boring, hetero life. Or…

“I’ll put you back under, and you can go back to being a total daddy. But, in order to sweeten the deal, I’ll even place you as the second in command at the house. That means that, after me, you’ll be in charge of Nick, Kevin, and even Big Wolfey here.” He gestured at the bodybuilder who was popping his pecs, lost in thought. “They will obey your every command, and completely accept you as Daddy of the House. What do you think?”

“I… I don’t want this…” Lee trailed off as he began to think over Blue’s offer.

A part of himself wanted to return to his old life, where he had his usual PokéTuber friends online and where he posted regular content on his channel for his viewers to watch. However, a larger, growing part of himself told him to accept the offer to become Daddy. As much as he tried to fight against it, he couldn’t deny the surging lust inside of himself, the part that longed to fuck the other guys in the house and to get fucked by them in turn. And the more he thought about them, the more he considered them family. They weren’t just some faceless names that popped up onto a screen, they were here with him. And he was their Daddy.

Plus, Lee had no idea what he’d do with his new dad bod if he were to return to his old life; so that made a pretty big difference in his decision.

“Fine,” Lee sighed. “I’ll go back under.”

Blue fought back his smirk, knowing that he’d won. “Okay then,” he grinned from ear-to-ear, “…Daddy.”

As soon as the name left the hypnotherapist’s lips, Lee felt his old self being shoved down into a small box deep within his psyche. He could see, feel, and hear everything around him, but he could also sense a larger, much more powerful entity taking over as Daddy reassumed control of his altered body.

Daddy couldn’t help but let out a loud belch as he scratched at his beer belly. He turned to glare at Blue. “Boy, don’t you ever turn me back into my pushover, straight self again,” he barked, that daddy dominance drenching every word he uttered. “Ya hear me?”

Blue giggled. “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy motioned with his finger for Blue to approach. “C’mere,” he grunted in his gruff voice, a playful growl audible in it.

Blue took only a few tiny steps forward before Daddy got out of his seat and roughly grabbed him by the back of the head. He pulled the smaller man closer to him, causing him to tumble against his massive dad bod. Daddy shivered as he could feel the hypnotherapist’s hands against his hairy chest, and he leaned down to heatedly make out with Blue.

Of course Daddy was the dominant one in the make out session, exploring every crevice of Blue’s mouth with his tongue. He pulled back only to gesture at Wolfey.

“You too, get in here and take care of Daddy,” he ordered.

The bodybuilder shot off the couch and immediately dropped down to his knees with a loud thud. He leaned forward and, using just his mouth, tore Daddy’s jockstrap down to the floor. The dominant man’s throbbing seven inches was unsheathed, and Wolfey eagerly swallowed it whole. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from echoing out as he sucked off the newly minted Daddy, even reaching up to fondle his large, baseball-sized balls.

Blue loved to see the man in front of him melt into a puddle of lustful goo, so he began to run his hands up and down the stud’s hairy chest. He paid special attention to the large, nubby nipples of his, eliciting loud, slutty moans from Daddy.

In between his bellowing moans, Daddy called up to the other men upstairs. “Nick! Kevin! Get your asses down here!” he roared.

Obeying the Daddy of the House, as Blue had promised, Nick and Kevin scampered out of their rooms as soon as they were given instructions. They both hurried down the stairs and immediately got to work.

Nick placed both of his hands on Wolfe’s wide waist, lining up his already oozing cock with the bodybuilder’s tight hole. He slowly entered before beginning to pick up speed, the both of them moaning loudly. As Nick thrusted into the bigger man, all of Wolfey’s impressive muscles bounced due to the pounding his bubble butt was receiving. 

Kevin, being the first one to be hypnotized by Blue and therefore the bravest, went behind Daddy. At first, he placed his throbbing head right at the crevice of Daddy’s hairy cheeks, teasing the other man as he still made out with Blue. His lust overpowering him, Daddy felt himself thrusting his ass backwards to completely engulf the other man’s large cock.

Daddy moaned like a slut as he impaled himself on Kevin’s cock, doing most of the work as he bucked and rolled his hips with expert precision. He then dropped to his hands and knees and hungrily fished Blue’s cock out of his pants before taking it into his mouth.

Despite getting stuffed both ways, Daddy was still in charge. The way he moved his booty let Kevin know that he was taking charge in their heated fuck; and he sucked Blue’s dick like a pro, leaving the hypnotherapist nearly cross-eyed. Deep down as he watched from within his trapped psyche, Lee realized that he loved this and might have always wanted to be a slutty daddy. After all, even when he’d been brought back to the surface, he’d been incredibly turned on by the other men and the way his body had felt. 

Lee loved being Daddy, and he didn’t ever want to go back to his old life.

“Mmmmm!” Daddy groaned as he came, both Kevin and Blue also cumming simultaneously. As he was filled from both ends, Daddy’s eyes glazed over and he happily swallowed all that Blue had unleashed into his mouth.

“…damn,” was all Blue could get out as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as he felt like he’d just blown the largest load of his life.

Daddy stood up and wrapped a loving arm around the smaller guy’s waist. “Who’s your daddy?” he chuckled before pressing a chaste kiss to the other man’s cheek, his goatee prickling Blue’s skin.

“You,” Blue laughed, running his hand up and down Daddy’s belly. It wasn’t long until the other man was rock hard again, and ready for the next round.

My boyfriend wondered why this place was called "Nub Beach". Apparently, there is a curse in which every stud who steps foot on the sand has their cock shrink to a meager 1.5 inches.

I hope he won't be mad when he notices...

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We just reached 3000 followers on here and I really just want to thank you everyone who's stuck by over the past few years. I really love writing and morphing pics, and even though my updates aren't following a certain schedule, I will be here for the long run.

I can't wait to see what the future holds!

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When you're so small even your dog judges you.

Lee Provost's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4

After some time of living his new life as a bodybuilder guard dog, Wolfey had been invited to partake in a Pokémon competition that was taking place in the UK. Due to his protective instincts, the bodybuilding streamer brought Blue along with him to watch the tournament go down.

During his first match, Wolfey was aware of the numerous stares that his hulking figure received, with many people in awe over his one-hundred pound weight gain of solid muscle, causing the previously nerdy-looking stud to come off more of a competition-ready superheavyweight bodybuilder. It didn’t help that most clothing didn’t fit over this massive frame, so Wolfey was left to wear a string tank top that left most of his gargantuan pecs spilling out the front— and he had trouble grabbing his Switch with his enormous muscletits and biceps constantly pushing up against one another.

“And Wolfe Glick has won his first round!” one of the casters announced, his deep voice catching the attention of Blue.

As the crowd erupted into cheers, Blue looked up at the caster who was speaking, his eyes widening at the sight of the handsome man.

On stage, getting ready to interview Wolfey for his victory, stood a tall man with dirty blond hair. His ice blue eyes with alight with joy as he spoke passionately about Pokémon and began to ask the hulking bodybuilder about his team composition and battle style. One could easily tell that he liked to work out as was evident by the tightness of his button down shirt; however, it was also obvious that the hunk had been either bulking up recently or hadn’t had time to go to the gym in a bit because of the way his belly was pressing against his tight white shirt. The buttons were straining to conceal his gut that was an indication of the beginnings of a sexy dad bod.

Looking at the handsome, daddy-ish looking caster, the cogs in Blue’s mind began to spin around deviously.

Up on the large display screen behind the stage, Blue was able to see that the handsome stud’s name was Lee Provost, and that he went by Osirus online.

Taking his time to formulate a thought, Blue waited until the interview between Lee and Wolfey was over before he acted. The second the display screen blackened and the workers began to set up for the next match, he took advantage of the opportunity and moved backstage under the guise of congratulating his boyfriend.

Wolfey’s big eyes lit up as soon as he saw Blue, and he even rushed forward to pull the much smaller man into a large embrace, shoving his face into the cleavage of his massive pecs. “I won! Did you see?” Wolfey gushed happily.

“You did so you great,” Blue warmly smiled, running an admiring hand over Wolfey’s bicep, loving when he saw the tent in the front of his shorts twitch and begin to grow. “May I see your team again, please?”

“Sure, Babe,” Wolfey grinned, handing his Switch to his hypnotherapist boyfriend.

Acting swiftly, Blue quickly went into the Photo Album section where he’d downloaded a special image just for this sort of occasion. After loading it up and readying it behind the sleep screen, Blue handed the Switch back to Wolfey. “Don’t forget to hand this over to the casters so that they can verify your team, too,” he instructed him.

Being the good boy he now was, Wolfey eagerly nodded and waddled over towards Lee, his large thighs rolling over one another as the muscle man lumbered.

Lee smiled when he saw his fellow PokéTuber approaching. “Hey Wolfey,” he grinned. “Y’know I never got the opportunity to compliment you on your gains. Seriously, you’re huge!” The two of them had worked together in the past due to being in the same community, but other than that, they tended to do their own thing due to living on different continents. Hence, Lee had been one of the many people shocked when they saw Wolfey in his new bodybuilder form.

Wolfey smiled ear-to-ear and lifted both of his humongous arms to form a double biceps pose. As he flexed, his strong musk wafted out from his hairy pits and filtered through the backstage air. “Thanks, Little Man!” he guffawed before flinching. “Oh yeah, got distracted there. Here’s my Switch for you to inspect before the next match.”

“Um… y-yeah,” Lee stammered, still in awe over the other man’s sheer size. He took the offered Switch and turned it on, his eyes instantly honing in on the intense swirl of colors on the tiny screen.

From across the floor backstage, Blue smirked to himself as he witnessed Lee’s stunned face lit up by the Switch’s screen. His eyes widened and glazed over as his lower jaw went slack, hanging agape. The mixture of colors was supposed to put the other man into a hypnotic state, instructing him to head to Blue’s hotel room once the day’s events were finished. From there, Blue would be able to give him more orders.

Sure enough, after Day One’s games came to an end and Wolfey was still one of the top contenders, Blue and Wolfey were back in their hotel room. Blue lounged out on the bed and watched TV while Wolfey flexed in the mirror, a dull grin on his handsome face as he bounced his pecs.

On cue, there was a knock at the door.

His guard dog instincts still strong, Wolfey tensed up and bounded over to the door. He puffed out his chest intimidatingly when he opened it, only relaxing once he saw that it was Lee on the other side.

“Oh, Lee! Hey, Man. C’mon in!” the muscleman cheered as he stood to the side for his friend to enter.

True to the hypnotic instructions, Lee entered into the small hotel room like a zombie. He had a dazed look on his face, void of any emotion which indicated that he was deep under. His walk had a sleepy lumbering quality to it, and when he was inside the room, he stopped right in front of the bed.

“I’m here,” Lee monotonously said, sounding robotic. “I’m ready for my instructions…”

Blue’s smile grew as he got off the bed and circled around the hypnotized man, admiring his budding dad bod form. He could easily see Lee’s impressive muscles, yet he couldn’t help but pay extra attention to his little gut. He even playfully gave it a poke, loving how it jiggled in response.

“That’s a nice dad belly you’re growing there, Lee,” Blue teased.

Even while in his hypnotic state, Lee blushed at the comment about his gut. He prided himself on his fitness and due to his role as a caster at the tournament, he hadn’t gotten as much time as he’d preferred to be in the gym. No matter how hard he’d tried to suck it in during his interviews, Lee was humiliatingly aware of how his gut pressed against his shirt the whole time.

Blue picked up on his and unbuttoned Lee’s shirt, revealing the stud’s hairy chest. It was still toned and his pecs popped noticeably. However, his abs were shrouded under a thick layer of fat. His gut wasn’t too big, but it was still enough to make the caster annoyed. Despite this, the hypnotherapist thought that this look was rather hot, and that Lee should lean into it.

“Don’t be shy, Lee,” Blue cooed as he rubbed the stud’s hairy belly lovingly. “In fact, I think you’ll start to lean into your new look as a daddy, embracing your dad bod. And you’ll love to show it off.”

“I love to show off my dad bod,” Lee repeated.

“And it makes you feel extremely horny being a big daddy,” Blue continued. “And once you’ve fully embraced your new daddy persona and have grown your dad bod a bit more, then you’ll come to America to stay with us: Your new family…”

**********

Blue and Wolfey had returned home after Wolfey had won the competition, maintaining his Pokémon Champion status. A few weeks had passed and everything was normal in the house that the four boyfriends shared.

One evening, Blue was sprawled on his back with his legs up in the air as Kevin plowed away at him, and Wolfey straddled his head so that the hypnotherapist could suck off the champion. The whole time, Blue’s hands felt up Nick’s hairy pectorals, turning the altered cowboy into a moaning mess as he played with his ultra-sensitive nipples.

It was in this state that the four men heard the doorbell ring. Blue huffed loudly as he untangled himself from the group of guys, miffed that his fun times were being interrupted. However, there was a spark of excitement that he felt in his chest over the prospect of who could be at the door.

Sure enough, as soon as Blue opened up the front door, the newly altered Lee stood on the other side.

“Hey,” Blue smiled deviously at the man, “it’s nice to see you.”

“Um, yeah,” Lee blushed, a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember why he’d flown all the way to the States to come to Blue’s place, but his instructions quickly held strong and the stud lumbered inside regardless.

Blue’s hypnotic instructions had held up fantastically, he noticed, as he looked Lee up and down. The stud had grown out his dark goatee which framed his full lips tantalizingly, giving the hunk a much more mature appearance. He wore a tight polo shirt that looked like it was painted on. His plump pecs and nubby nipples poked noticeably against the fabric; and when Blue stared more at Lee’s nips, he could clearly see the large lumps which indicated that he’d gotten them pierced. Best of all was that Lee had followed through on embracing his dad bod. The hunk still had visible muscles, but he appeared more like a linebacker than an aesthetic-focused bodybuilder. His budding belly that had been slightly poking against his shirt at the competition was now a full on beer belly. It protruded far out in front of the hunk, looking like he had a weight ball attached to the front of his torso. The bottom of his tight-fitting polo was even starting to ride over the large belly, showing off his fuzzy navel every time the cotton sprung up over the gut. Lee would instinctually tug the shirt back down over his belly, but it was a futile battle as each and every time he pulled it down, it bounced back up in a matter of milliseconds.

Blue smirked as he witnessed Lee struggling to keep his dad bod covered. “Just ditch the shirt, Daddy,” he laughed.

At hearing the name “Daddy”, Lee felt something deep down inside of him snap. Immediately, he felt his thick cock plump up, forming a large tent in the front of his shorts and he practically tore the offending polo away from his bulk. His large, hairy gut finally on display, Blue could could get a full idea of how much weight Lee had truly packed on. He estimated that the PokéTuber must’ve gained at least thirty to forty pounds, with a majority of it centered on his big belly which jiggled with every movement the stud made. His pecs were puffier, and they rested atop his bulging belly. Plus, Blue’s suspicions had been correct when he caught sight of the silver rings adorning Lee’s nubby nipples, which made the stud’s nips all the more bigger.

Lee caught sight of Blue’s hungry stares and he held his muscular arms out to show off his dad bod. “You like that, Boy?” he playfully asked, his normally cheery voice sounding much more dominant and deeper than it should’ve. “You like checkin’ out Daddy’s body?”

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself as he admired his work. “Very much, Daddy,” he teased. “Why don’t you show me more?”

Lee gave a throaty chuckle. “Only if you think you can handle it,” he grunted as he dropped his shorts and tightie-whities to the hardwood floor. His hard cock bobbed out in front of him and his large booty bounced as he undressed. Standing completely naked in the house, Lee wore a cocky grin, his impressive cock throbbing with want as it was hidden under his big belly from his eyes.

Wanting to have a little fun, Blue added, “Yeah I can handle that… Lee.”

Upon hearing his name, Lee jerked back in surprise. The stud paled as all of the memories of the past few weeks filtered in through his mind. The stud vividly recalled getting his nipples pierced, sucking off countless men and fucking them in turn, letting his gut grow to a big size, and acting like a horny slut whenever someone called him “Daddy”. 

“Wha-what… what did you do to me?!” Lee panicked as he looked down at himself and explored his hairy dad bod with shaky hands. He had to stifle a low moan when his fingers grazed his nubby nipples, which were hardwired directly to his cock.

Blue walked forward and ran an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s daddy belly, loving how it sent a shudder through the other man. “Relax,” he said in his smooth voice, “I just helped you embrace your new dad bod. I mean, don’t you think you look better this way?”

“‘Better’?” Lee balked. “Look at the size of this thing!” He gestured down at his gut. “It’s way too big!”

Blue mock-frowned. “Don’t you think that you should have a big belly… Daddy?”

At that word “Daddy” again, Lee could feel his new persona fighting to take over. He grit his teeth and tried to battle against it, refusing to lose control over his body again. “N-no,” he grunted. “You better change me back now!”

“You don’t really wanna be changed back, Daddy. You’re very turned on by your new body and you’ll soon find that you’ll love being the daddy of our house.”

At those words, Lee could feel a shiver run down his spine. Despite his inner turmoil, he could feel his hard cock throbbing with want, his new Daddy identity growing stronger by the second. He moaned as the smaller man still rubbed his hairy belly, melting at the other guy’s touch. Every centimeter of his new body was on fire with lust, and the hairs that covered it only amplified every horny sensation. Lee blushed as something as simple as a belly rub sent him close to the edge.

To up the ante, Blue began to play with the altered stud’s pierced nipples, making his moans turn into near shrieks of joy as he toyed with them. “Does Daddy like that?” he teased.

“Y-yeah— I mean, no! No, I…” Lee trailed off, his cock leaking precum like a faucet as he was felt up. 

Deep down, the formerly straight stud didn’t want to be some big, gay daddy who was virtually too horny to function. He could also envision himself strolling down the street perpetually without a shirt, his massive dad bod always on full display. He wanted to feel a sense of humiliation at the idea of wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap while in the house he’d now call a home.

And what was more concerning to the altered caster was that the more he thought about it, the more turned on he was.

Lee unleashed a loud groan as he came, his load shooting out and landing on his belly and hairy pecs. As he climaxed, the old Lee was quickly pushed down and Daddy took his place.

Daddy’s goatee-framed smirked formed on his handsome face as he panted, his fuzzy pecs heaving. “That was a nice warm-up,” he grunted, eying Blue. “Now it’s time for you to take care of Daddy’s needs like a good boy.”

**********

Daddy, formerly Lee, fit in seamlessly to the house. Given his new name, he quickly assumed the role of Daddy of the House.

Daddy would often walk around in nothing but the smallest possible jockstrap that he could find, allowing his large cheeks to hang out the back while his nearly constantly hard cock filled the pouch to bursting. His hairy dad bod was always on display for the other guys to lust over, each of them loving to offer him a belly rub or to play with his pierced nipples, turning the usually stern Daddy into a hot, moaning mess.

True to his new persona, Daddy would often times spend his free time in his favorite chair in the living room as he watched football, scratching at his gut or his balls as he watched the game. Whenever he’d feel frisky, he’d call over one of the guys (usually Blue) to come over and sit on his lap. Daddy would squirm and try to stifle a moan as another guy sat on his lap, loving the feeling of another guy’s hands running over his dad bod. It was quickly becoming evident that of all the men in the household, Daddy was by far the horniest and he had the biggest libido. It took the rest of the men taking turns to keep him satirized, each of them loving to bend over and get fucked by him or to suck on his nubby nipples.

All in all, despite his initial hesitation, Daddy loved his new life in the house. From time to time, as he’d be looking into the mirror and admiring his large naked dad bod, a tiny voice in the back of his head would sound off alarm bells. It’d tell him that he shouldn’t have a gut this big. That his nipples shouldn’t be pierced. That he shouldn’t be stomping around wearing nothing but a slutty jockstrap. That he shouldn’t be so turned on by being called “Daddy”. But that voice was usually silenced in a matter of seconds as a cloud of horniness would shroud the stud’s mind, and all he could focus on was getting off.

“Does Daddy want a belly rub?” Blue cooed as he settled in on the larger man’s lap as he sat in his chair watching the game. Without waiting for an answer, the hypnotherapist ran his hands up and down the stud’s hairy frame, loving how Daddy shuddered at the touch, a large wet mark forming on the front pouch of his jockstrap.