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Singing a New Tune

Written for Occam's 2000 Follower Writing Challenge

“Babe, I love you.”

Jared smiled down at Julie, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He had to imagine his girlfriend dreamed of this moment. A romantic kiss at a Tiffany Stabina concert as the star finished out her set with one of Julie’s favorite songs. A slow romantic song- one that Jared knew all too well from frequent replays in the car.  

“Anything for you babe.” He replied, holding her closely in his muscular arms, “I love you too.”

This certainly wasn’t his kind of music. And he didn’t understand the cult-like devotion to Tiffany. But seeing Julie this happy? Worth it. Still, he imagined the other straight dudes here were thinking similarly. In fact, he and the guy next to him shared several looks throughout the night. A silent comradery acknowledging they’d rather be elsewhere. And if they had been elsewhere, Jared would’ve asked the guy for his arm day routine.

“Alright babe, we ought to head out before...”

“To all my fans, I love you!” Tiffany called out, their cheers drowning Jared’s words, “You’ve all been with me from the beginning, and I am so grateful.” She placed a hand over her heart, “But you all know I’ve been criticized.” The fans all booed, “And they’ve come after you too.”

“A bit dramatic.” Jared chuckled, earning a glare from Julie.

“You wouldn’t get it.” She replied, “They go after he for everything.” The jock nodded, not wanting to risk ruining their perfect night, “But when she sings, it’s like she’s speaking directly to you. People just don’t get it.” Jared nodded. There were some things just not worth it.

“I wasn’t going to do this, but I have a new song for you all this evening!” The crowd erupted in screams and applause. Jared groaned, “They say I’m pandering? Then I’ll pander.” She continued, and the crowd got louder.

Jared knew there would be no way of getting Julie to leave now. And he silently dreaded the hours they’d be stuck in traffic. But as the song started and Tiffany’s words echoed through the stadium, his thoughts slowed.

“They say I only cater to a few.”

Jared felt lightheaded, the sound of the crowd growing distant.

“The gays and the girls, oh boo hoo.”

“Julie?” He whispered, but she didn’t respond, “Julie, please...” He felt sick. The world was spinning, everything becoming black, “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” He whispered. He couldn’t move. Was he dying? Was this it?

“But I won’t back down, I won’t apologize.” Jared looked up and saw her. Tiffany Stabina. Standing in front of him, “For making them feel alive.” She strutted towards the helpless jock.

“What...? How is this...?”

“I see you dancing in the dark, feeling completely torn apart.” She sang.

Jared yelped as he felt a cool breeze caress him. And to his horror, he realized he was nude. Butt naked in front of Tiffany Stabina no less. She grinned and approached him, circling his nude figure and wrapping her arms around him.

“Embrace your uniqueness, don’t hide.”

Jared gasped as she placed pressure on his shoulders. He felt the floor getting closer as he lost inch after inch of height. He now stood at eye level with the 5’6” popstar.

“Wait? What did you do to me?” He yelped.

“Now let my music take you for a ride.”

She ran a hand along his muscular arms. Her very touch sent a wave of pleasure straight to his dick, and he blushed as all 10 inches stood at attention. Tiffany smirked, but continued rubbing his biceps and triceps. Her sensual touch was intoxicated, and Jared watched helplessly as his proud muscles started to diminish. His biceps atrophied, followed quickly by his triceps. His slender arms giving off the appearance they hadn’t seen a gym in years. He tried to cry out, but Tiffany placed a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him. He could only watch as her hands roamed his impressive pecs. He had always been proud of his pecs, and he loved when Julie rested her head on his chest. But now, he could only watch as they flattened away.

“Wait...” He was able to force out. But Tiffany was relentless, and her hands roamed down his abs.

He shed a few tears as his abs vanished, leaving him with a flat, slender tummy. There was no way this could be happening. It had to be some type of acid trip or something. Jared kept trying to reassure himself, even as she moved to his legs and quickly destroyed his muscular thighs and calves, leaving his legs slender and dainty. His feet followed, and quickly diminished from size 13s to 9.5s in mere seconds.

“My music is my contagion, unapologetic. Now we’re gonna collide.” Tiffany continued, this time wrapping her hands around his cock, “My fans are my tribe, I won’t divide.”

Jared felt like the wind was knocked out of him from both the pain and pleasure from her touch. And he watched as she shrunk his proud member. The young jock always knew he was well endowed. And he knew how to use it too. But as he watched his dick shrink from its proud ten inches to a mere 3 inches hard, he felt his confidence diminish.

“We’ll rise together, side by side.”

Her hands made their way to his flat ass. He tried to crane his neck to see what she was about to do. But he didn’t need to see. He could immediately feel his ass expand in her hands, filling them with firm, yet jiggly fat and muscle. He let out a moan as she caressed his basketball-sized ass cheeks, and he nearly came when she gave one a firm slap.

“Pl-please stop...” He begged as she placed a hand over his neck, “You can't do thith...” His voice cracked and he winced, “What’th happening to my voithe? Why do I thound like thith?” He begged, his voice cracking, “No, thith doethn't thound right.” His voice settled a few octaves higher, his masculine tone now lost forever.

“So bring on the hate, let the critics rage. We’ll keep on dancing, it’s time to turn the page.”

As she continued to caress his now slender body, and grind against him, he felt off. His dick  softened, as her physicality became less appealing to him. Her bouncing boobs and thick lips didn’t seem to do it for him. Even her touch was losing its pleasure. And he realized in terror what was occurring.

“No, not thith!” He begged, “Come on, come, think of thomething.” He remembered the BJ Julie gave him last night, and even the lesbian porn he watched a few days ago. But his measly member stayed soft, “No... pleathe...”

He felt Tiffany’s hand on his head. His pleading eyes met hers, and he knew he’d find no mercy. His hair restyled itself, and he felt a piercing pain in his left earlobe, which suddenly adourned a diamond stud. But her touch was doing far more than making a few style alterations. In his mind, his memories were shifting. Showering after football practice? Changing in the locker room after a lifting session with his bros? Watching football with his family?

“Oh god...” He moaned, as his small dick hardened and his ass throbbed with need.

He didn’t play football. He got fucked by the quarterback in the shower after a game. He wasn’t lifting at the gym. He was doing cardio and sucking off the gym bros between their sets. He didn’t watch sports like football. He just sat and scrolled on his phone, reading up on the latest Tiffany Stabina gossip and scrolling his socials. And as his new reality cemented itself, Jared’s eyes lost their intelligent spark and became half-lidded, his brain filling with celebrity gossip and how to please guys.

“This contagion’s here to stay, and we’ll celebrate it every day.”

She kissed him on the cheek. And with that, Jared was back. The cheers of the crowd filling his ears, as Tiffany thanked her fans and left the stage. Jared smiled.

“Oh my god! That wath tho amathing!” He cheered, “Tiffany! I love you!” He yelled, “It wath like Tiffany thpoke to me.”

“You felt that way too?” Jared turned and came face to face with a man of similar build. Albeit with slightly bigger arms, “Tiffany, like, totally thpeakth for uth.” He grinned as Jared felt up his arms.

“Wait!” A voice called out behind him, “Did you see the guy I came here with?” Julie asked, looking around desperately, “I swear, he was right here. I...”

“Thorry thithter, I hope you find him!” Jared replied, turning his attention back to the guy.

“Tho weird, thome poor girl athked me about her boyfriend too.” The man replied, “Probably got drunk and left to watch football.”

“OMG tho lame.” Jared laughed. The two smiled at one another, “Tho, like...”

“Wanna go back to my place? I have her latetht album.” The man winked, and Jared shuddered as his ass throbbed with need.

“That thounds delightful.” Jared replied, pulling the man in closer, his smile widening as the man squeezed his ass, “Oh! But like firtht I totally need a thelfie! I want everyone to know I thupport Tiffany and Tiffany thupports me!” He cheered, capturing their kiss on camera and posting it to his socials.

Later that night, Jared and his lover explored one another’s new bodies. Jared gasping at the size of his lover’s cock, moaning as he felt a firm hand squeeze his ass. His moans would continue to fill the room that night. With each thrust of his new lover’s dick, Jared was in heaven. Unaware of his former life or the horror it would bring his former self to see him like this. Just another horny slut- another gay twink dedicated to Tiffany Stabina.

XY

This story is a part of Occam's writing prompt challenge. I highly recommend y'all check out #occam2000 to read the other amazing entries by the other talented writers!!

LATEST REPORT ON RECENTLY DISCOVERED METAMORPHOSIS GENE 

Few things in this world are as beautifully intricate as human reproduction. However, it is not a perfect system. Any number of things could go wrong during the conception and/or birth of a human being, one of which includes genetic mutations. The chances of gene mutation are never zero. While modern-day doctors and scientists continue to fight the good fight of keeping harmful genetic disorders at bay, there is one particularly potent mutation a tiny percentage of the human population carries.

How long this mutation has existed within our gene pool is currently unknown. What is known is that although this malignant gene usually remains dormant within the human body, it can potentially rearrange an individual’s genetic composition and expression when active. Unfortunately, this information was only recently discovered after it had already wreaked havoc in [redacted]. The mutation has been dubbed the Metamorphosis (MM) gene. The MM gene is linked to the Y chromosome in humans. Fortunately, a male’s X chromosome usually functions as a suppressor, thereby keeping the malignant gene dormant in afflicted individuals. However, it is still possible for the MM gene to rekindle if certain conditions are met.

First, an afflicted male must lack the appropriate allele(s) for their X chromosome to properly function as a suppressor against the MM gene. Second, the individual’s body must be in a state of heightened activity due to intense physical exertion. Lastly, on a neurological level, the individual must experience high levels of dopamine, oxytocin, and norepinephrine (or, in simpler terms— love). Should all these conditions be met, the door opens for the MM gene to potentially awaken within the subject. 

As you may have already surmised, statistical probability works in our favor against the MM gene. Unfortunately, however, there remains a chance, regardless of how slight, that the proper conditions will align for this chaotic mutation to awaken and wreak havoc on both the carrier male as well as any surrounding, non-carrier parties. This was the case with one individual in the town of [redacted]. 

Numerous questions about how the MM gene operates and spreads among non-carriers despite being classified as a genetic disorder inundate microbiologists with, unfortunately, little to no answers at the time of this report. Further research into the matter remains a high priority. 

END REPORT 

***

It was supposed to be an ordinary day like any other when Geovanni R. Diaz stepped into the gym that afternoon. He drank his pre-workout in the front lobby while waiting for his friend/gym partner Evan Washington to arrive. The two men had met at the beginning of summer when they both started hitting the gym on the same day. They bonded over making fools of themselves as they misused several exercise machines. They became close friends and regular gym buddies since then. 

Some 20 minutes had passed, and Evan was still nowhere in sight. Geo finished the last few sips of his pre-workout and decided to start without him. It was common for Evan to flake out, especially as of late. While Geo initially shared Evan's casual approach to the gym, he eventually decided he wasn’t satisfied with doing the bare minimum. He took on an intense 60-day workout regime to really challenge himself. Evan supported his friend’s endeavor, but the differences in their goals eventually showed themselves when Evan regularly skipped days while Geo kept at it. He didn’t take it personally; he had grown used to it, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss having someone to joke around with between sets. Regardless, Geo claimed a chest fly machine, powered up his headphones, and then proceeded to get to work. 

“Hey papi, mind if I work in with you?” 

Geo heard a familiar voice behind him as he finished his warm-up set. He smiled as he turned and saw Evan leaning against the machine. 

“Hey, handsome, I thought you weren’t coming today.” Geo stood up and embraced his close friend. 

“Wasn’t planning on it if I’m being totally honest, but then I decided maybe I’ve been skipping too many days and forced myself out of bed to come here. Did you just start?”

“Yeah man! It’s chest and shoulder day today so I figured I’d start with my favorite machine,” Geo looked at Evan with a grin. “Care to join me?” 

Evan only laughed in response. They both already knew the answer, but they enjoyed asking anyway as a joke. With that, they proceeded to go through Geo’s workout plan together. Naturally, Evan couldn’t keep up with Geo anymore and had to lower the weight after every set, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying their time together. By the end of the workout, they were both tired and sweaty in the locker room after hitting the weights hard.

“I have no idea how you manage to stay on track with this whole fitness challenge thing…” Evan huffed as he caught his breath. “I’d probably give up after the first day. You look good though! Your hard work is paying off and it really shows!”

“You think so?” Geo said as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “It’s hard to tell sometimes. I look in the mirror and I feel good, but then I stare at myself too long and I start worrying if I’m just lying to myself.”

“That’s just body dysmorphia talking, you look great!”

“Aw thank you Evan, you’re too kind.”

“Of course! Anytime you need reassurance, I’ll always be here.” 

Evan flashed Geo a broad smile, and he smiled back. A few minutes passed before Evan started talking again. 

“Hey, are you free tonight? I was thinking of making my world famous lasagna tonight, and I'd love to have you over for dinner.”

Geo stopped drying himself after he heard Evan say that. He turned slowly to Evan and saw him with a shy smile. The same smile formed on his face as he began to answer.

“I would love to have dinner with you, Evan. Of course I’ll come over tonight.”

Evan practically exploded with excitement. He ran to Geo for a hug, almost knocking him over due to the impact. Geo wrapped his arms around Evan and held him in a tight embrace. Their hugs always put Geo in a good mood. He was more than overjoyed to discover that Evan shared his feelings. He knew this hug would quickly become one of his top favorite memories. It was a tender moment between two men falling in love, which made it all the more noticeable when loud indigestion ended their sweet moment abruptly. Geo pulled away and held his stomach as he kneeled over in pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Evan asked. 

“Ugh… I’m fine. I think I just need a bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Geo ran off while Evan stayed behind in the locker room. Evan finished packing up their things while he waited. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Growing worried, Evan walked to the bathroom stalls to check on his beloved friend. He heard heavy, labored breathing coming from the only closed stall. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” 

Evan knocked on the stall door and found that it was unlocked. He pushed it open slightly. His jaw dropped to the floor when he found Geo naked and drenched in sweat on the tile floor. His eyes were clenched closed, and his face was distorted due to unbearable abdominal pain. Evan ran to his side. 

“What’s going on!? What’s wrong?” Evan asked with apparent urgency in his voice. Geo could barely get words out as he was too busy hyperventilating. 

“So… Hot…”

Evan held a hand against Geo’s forehead and almost immediately recoiled from how hot it was. Geo was running an extremely high fever, unlike anything he had ever seen! Evan’s eyes darted around the bathroom as he desperately sought solutions but couldn’t think of anything due to his panic. He was desperate. He knew he needed to act fast before—

“Ohhhh it hurts!!”

Geo’s sudden shriek stopped Evan’s negative line of thinking. At that moment, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Evan’s gaze shot back to Geo. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what was happening to his soon-to-be boyfriend. Unbeknownst to both of them, Geo was a carrier for the Metamorphosis gene, and all the right conditions were met for it to awaken. The gene was hard at work rearranging Geo’s DNA, and he began transforming right before their very eyes! 

It began with his body hair. Like the other men from the paternal side of his family, Geo had never been able to grow much body hair, if any. However, he did have the genes needed for ample body hair, and thanks to the MM gene, it was finally able to express itself. Thick, black hair began sprouting out of his legs in spurts. With each hair follicle that grew in, Geo’s legs grew just a little bit thicker than before, causing Geo to moan obscenely loud as a result. The accelerated hair growth traveled up his legs and into his crotch area where his pubic hair grew in at an alarming rate until he had a jungle of bushy pubes covering his groin. His hairy balls hung lower than before after growing in size and his cock grew an inch thicker in width. Within a few minutes his entire lower half was transformed. His legs became as strong as tree trunks, and with a new, well-endowed package to boot— all covered in a thick layer of hair too! 

The transformation wave continued to ripple throughout the rest of his body. Geo twisted and writhed on the floor as the rest of his body underwent rapid changes. A prominent happy trail formed on his lower abdomen, connecting his belly button and pubic region with a line of long, messy hair. His pecs grew more plump as hair ran up his ab line and onto the center of his chest where it spiraled outward until it formed little rings of hair around his nipples. His chest and abdominal areas were only covered with a slight dusting of body hair compared to his legs. The stubble on his face grew until a thick, connected beard replaced the short goatee Geo once sported. 

His armpits were hit the hardest by the transformation. His pit hair grew and grew until it curled from its long length, leaving Geo with obscenely hairy underarms. Combined with the heavy sweat of an intense workout, Geo’s hairy pit smell began to fill the room. Evan recoiled from how unexpectedly strong Geo’s musky body odor had become, though he couldn’t resist helping himself to a couple of sniffs after he got a whiff of his powerful musk. 

The MM gene had thoroughly scrambled Geo’s DNA sequences, leaving him as a completely unrecognizable, alternate version of himself! 

“WHEW!! God I feel sooo much better now… Hey what’s wrong, babe? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“G… Geo? Is that you?” Evan stood in shock from disbelief. If he hadn’t witnessed it for himself, Evan would’ve never believed that the hairy, smelly jock lying in front of him, staring at him with a lustful smirk, was the same man he had just invited over for dinner. 

“Of course it is, mi hermosito, who else would I be?” Geo winked as he threw his arms up, leaving his hairy underarms exposed. “By the way, I saw you sniffing the air earlier… How about you come and have a whiff right from the source?” 

Evan chuckled nervously, but Geo wasn’t joking. His laughter died down as he realized just how dead-serious Geo was.

“No… You’re not seriously—” 

“Oh but I am,” Geo interrupted. “Just a little taste won’t hurt anyone. Call it a preview for what’s to come later tonight.”

“But right here? In the public bathrooms?”

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else is around right now. We’ll just have to keep our voices down if someone comes in. So, what do you say? I know you want to…”

Geo got up from the ground and approached Evan. He stood close enough that his scent naturally filled Evan’s nose without him needing to sniff. Evan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his friend’s intoxicating musk left him in a state of deep arousal. Of course, Evan had some reservations about hooking up with Geo after he had just randomly transformed right in front of him, but between how close Geo’s pits already were to his face and the fact that it still seemed to be the same man he had come to know and love on the inside, Evan couldn’t bring himself to reject the offer. Before he could think about it properly, he was already leaning in without even realizing it. 

Once Evan started, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face deep into Geo’s sweaty, rank underarms. Geo’s coarse black hair tickled Evan’s nostrils as he nuzzled against the crevices of his pits. Muffled groans filled with pleasure escaped Evan’s mouth as he indulged in the manly, sweaty scent, each sniff leaving him more satisfied than the last. Soon enough, both Geo and Evan grew rock hard from all the sensual physical touch. The tents in their gym shorts poked and rubbed against each other as they continued pressing their bodies together. For Geo, the thought of getting worshiped in a public place like a gym bathroom was the hottest thing ever while Evan was just happy he got to service a hairy, sweaty gym rat. 

Evan briefly lifted his head out of Geo’s armpit for air. At that moment, Geo held his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Their tongues wrestled inside of Evan’s mouth as they locked lips. Once they had their fill of making out after a while, Geo began pushing Evan down onto his knees, to which Evan happily obliged. Geo’s cock stood at full mast, nearly poking one of Evan’s eyes out as he got into position. Evan was in awe as he held the heavy piece of uncut brown meat in his hands. He was drooling just from the sight of it! Not able to restrain himself anymore, Evan dove right in and guided the leaking tip into his mouth.

Arghh… Mmmmm…

Geo let out guttural moans as his friend went down on him. The sound of a man’s deep moans encouraged Evan to service him as best as he physically could. It was almost like he forgot he needed to breathe as he slurped Geo’s entire length up and down with his tongue until it hit the back of his throat. Geo squirmed and grunted obscenely loud as Evan wrapped his cock with his warm, moist mouth. He only lasted a few minutes until he couldn’t hold in his load anymore. Geo held Evan’s head down, his nose pressing against his unruly bush, and let out a loud groan from deep within his lungs as his load came rushing out. Evan whimpered with pleasure as he swallowed Geo’s heavy load, the salty taste of cum filling up his mouth. Once it was done, they both pulled away with a satisfied ahhh!

“Alright, get up. Your turn.”

Geo helped Evan up to his feet, then got down on his knees himself. Evan didn’t deny Geo’s advances, but he also didn’t help him get into position either. He had a blank expression as Geo proceeded to go down on him. Even as he swirled and sucked on his sensitive head, Evan didn’t react or say anything aside from an occasional soft moan. All he could focus on was a prominent cut on the inside of his cheek that he could feel with his tongue. Was that always there? Evan wasn’t sure, but regardless, it was already too late. The damage was done. He had contracted the MM gene from Geo. 

Evan winced as he began to notice a pain growing in the pit of his stomach. It started as a slight ache, but it quickly became unbearable. Evan hunched over, letting a low groan as he held his hands against his side where it hurt the most. It felt like he was being stabbed from the inside out! The next thing he knew, his muscles rapidly stretched and constricted as the gene started rearranging his DNA. 

Because Evan was a non-carrier and his immune system was not already accustomed to suppressing the malignant virus, the MM gene was able to activate without delay and transformed him much faster than Geo. He threw his head back and quietly moaned as the transformation happened. Geo was too busy giving him head to even notice. He just thought he was doing a good job. 

The MM gene was hard at work bringing out Evan’s hidden genetic traits. Although he was only 12.5% Black from his mother’s side, that was more than enough for the virus to play around with. Various points around his skinny body began to inflate with muscle mass. His thin frame and scrawny chicken legs filled in with much-needed mass, giving him sturdy legs with sharp ab lines and impressive cannons for arms. His biceps swelled to the size of melons as his body flexed under the tension of rapid transformation. Evan himself was surprised with how heavy his new body was becoming.

His facial structure shifted and morphed. His nose widened while his jawline became stronger and sharper. A bushy goatee beard grew in where he once could only grow peach fuzz. The once wholly flat-chested Evan Washington now sported two massive slabs of meat resting on his torso. His pecs were firm, strong, and hung low from their own weight. Coupled with bright pink nips, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he now possessed a perfect chest. Although his pale skin tone stayed the same, the MM gene brought his Black features out to the forefront, giving the once undeniably White young man a more visibly biracial appearance by the end of his transformation.

While Evan underwent a total identity change, Geo kept blowing him all the while. Although he did notice a sudden change in Evan’s girth and overall size, the taste of a nice, sweaty cock kept him focused on the task at hand. Geo simply took a breath through his nose and opened his mouth up even wider to keep deepthroating him. Evan’s body was still sensitive from having undergone rapid growth, which only made the pleasure of having his dick sucked sloppily increase tenfold. The veins in his thighs and cock twitched and throbbed as he climaxed and pumped out his thick load straight down Geo’s throat. Geo swallowed, sighed with deep satisfaction, and got up from the ground. 

“Mmm! You know, yours tastes kinda tangy!” Geo gathered and licked up the few stray drops dripping from Evan’s tip. 

Meanwhile, Evan was trembling, struggling to breathe after all the physical stimulation. Only after Geo finished cleaning up the spunky mess did he realize that the Evan standing before him no longer looked like the Evan he once knew.  

“What the— Who are you!! Where’d Evan go?” Geo yelled. Evan turned to look at him, and Geo saw his pupils dilating unnaturally rapidly. “Dude, what’s wrong with your eyes!?”

Evan said nothing in response. The MM gene fried his mind with a heavy concentration of hormones, leaving him in a state of severe brain fog. Evan stumbled forward to the nearby mirror. His cock was still semi-erect. The sight of his own dick was enough to make Evan drool as he admired and flexed his arm muscles. Geo tried calling his attention but to no avail. Evan was unresponsive to his shouts. He had one thing and one thing only on his horny mind. 

“More…” Evan muttered.

“More what?” Geo replied. Evan snapped his line of sight back at Geo. His dazed eyes wandered to Geo’s exposed junk, then narrowed as they met his eyes. He let out a low growl as his eyes suddenly had an intense look that caused Geo to take a few steps back. It was the same look a hungry lion gave a gazelle out in the wild. Geo swallowed his breath. He became acutely aware of the situation he was in.

“Dick! I want more dick!!”

Evan puckered his lips and lunged towards Geo, though Geo managed to sidestep him in time.

“Get away from me! Look man, you might be hot as hell but I’m not interested! I’m a taken man!!” 

Geo quickly gathered his discarded clothes and hightailed it out of the bathroom. Naturally, being in the hyper state that he was, Evan wasn’t going to give up until he got what he craved. He stumbled out of the bathroom stall ass naked, where he was about to run into the perfect target.  

“Man! Today is just not my day,” a bodybuilder mumbled as he walked into the locker room. Dylan was a muscle gay, and he came to the gym solely to go cruising that day. 

However, despite his efforts, he struck out. He was getting sexually frustrated, which made him incredibly willing to hook up with some random stranger in the bathroom. 

Dylan was as equally surprised as he was impressed when Evan stepped out of the stall with his cock out. The smell of sweat and cum hit his nose, arousing him. Dylan loved what he saw and decided to make his move on the muscle-bound hunk.

“Hey there, stud! Need a hand there?” Dylan whistled at Evan, catching his attention.

Evan turned to him. He was still visibly sweaty and was breathing heavily. Dylan wasn’t sure what to make of him, but Evan didn’t give him a chance to reconsider. 

Evan charged at him, planting his lips against his upon impact. Dylan was caught off guard but had no problem matching Evan’s energy. He kissed him back as their frisky hands began feeling up each other’s bodies. Although Dylan loved making out, Evan’s kissing style was quickly turning out to be way too rough for his tastes. Evan forced his tongue in, had an obscene amount of saliva, and even bit down on his bottom lip with enough force to draw blood.

“OWW! What the fuck man!?”

Dylan pushed Evan away and held his bleeding lip. He was glad that there wasn't a lot of blood, but was still rightfully pissed off. As ravenous as he was due to the MM gene, Evan was oblivious to what he had done. Instead, his attention shifted to another guy wearing only a towel near the showers. He ran off in that direction and left Dylan in the dust. 

“Prick…” 

With that, Dylan decided to just give up and get a quick workout in. He took out a rice bar and ate it as he returned to the main area. He did his stretches, picked up a couple of barbells, and claimed an open bench. But just as he was about to start his first set, a powerful hunger overcame him. He grabbed at his stomach and kneeled over in pain as the MM gene took effect.

All of Dylan’s hard-earned muscles melted away within a matter of minutes. He rapidly gained pounds upon pounds of body fat. What were once washboard abs complimented by chiseled biceps were replaced by flabby arms and a protruding, hairy gut. His pecs lost their firmness and began to sag as they became nothing but a pair of man boobs. All the while, the same overwhelming lust Evan had began growing within Dylan too.

A handful of nearby good samaritans came to Dylan’s aid after he collapsed. While they all tried to help Dylan, most stayed back after witnessing his sudden transformation firsthand. Nobody knew what was happening behind the scenes, leading to anxious rumors and worried whispers floating around the gym. While most people were too cautious to get near Dylan, one brave man decided to step forward and help Dylan. Unfortunately, as he tried to help Dylan get up to his feet, Dylan accidentally scratched him on the back. The young man recoiled and dropped Dylan to the ground as a result.

As other people began to help Dylan, the injured man stepped off to the side to tend to his wound. He felt unusually warm as he finished putting on a bandage. He didn’t think much of it and ignored it but soon found himself sweating bullets as he rejoined the group. It got to the point that he needed to take a seat to try to cool off, but it was no use. He soon joined Dylan on the floor, writhing in pain due to contracting the MM gene.

At this point, everyone in the gym had gathered around the two men. The crowd stood back as they bore witness to yet another transformation. They watched in bewilderment as the short man rapidly grew in height. He groaned and gasped in anguish as his limbs stretched out. His torso grew and widened until he had the body of a tall bear. He pawed at the growing tent in his sweats as he thrashed around the floor, massaging his manhood as hormones continued pumping throughout his body. Within minutes, the infected man had gone from a stout 5’4 to a big, burly 6’4.

Although the afflicted man already had a healthy spattering of trimmed body hair, the MM gene forced his hair to grow to what was genetically possible. His body hair grew out beyond what Geo experienced. From his chest and belly to his legs and arms, every hair follicle grew longer and thicker, leaving him a pelt of curly body hair. His facial hair, in particular, grew out the most. His mustache grew longer and longer until it practically covered his mouth! His beard became bushy and unruly with coarse black hair as it reached his chest. All the while, the hair on the top of his head fell out one by one until he had a shiny bald head. He became an unrecognizable version of himself thanks to the MM gene. Once his transformation was over, he sat up and let out a bellowing belch that echoed throughout the gym. 

“Mrmph… Feels sooooo good…”

The crowd of witnesses backed away from the two transformed men. The two men turned to the crowd and smiled. A cold, ominous air filled the atmosphere. A few intuitive individuals saw the writing on the wall and left before shit hit the fan while the majority stayed behind, anxious and confused at what was going on. A few moments filled with tense silence passed, only for it to be broken when Evan came charging in from the men’s locker room and locked lips with the closest man. Almost as if on signal, Dylan and the burly bear joined Evan’s rampage and lashed out, too.

Pandemonium broke out as everyone made a mad dash for the exit. It was like a zombie attack as Evan and the other transformed men attacked every healthy man they could get their hands on. The unfortunate victims contracted the MM gene. Once infected, they, too, succumbed to genetic rearrangements. Some grew insanely muscular, and others became incredibly overweight. Hair was grown and lost; skin colors changed, and every physical feature rearranged until they were completely unrecognizable. All those transformed men wanted nothing more than to kiss, fuck, and spread their seed to as many people as possible until their hyped-up urges were satiated. 

“Shit’s getting crazy out here…” Geo whispered to himself. He poked his head out of the locker room and saw the chaos he unwittingly caused. He wanted nothing to do with the madness and ran out of the gym as fast as he could, though the infected men paid him no attention as he was already one of them. Police were beginning to arrive on the scene as Geo drove away with only one thought: his dinner date with his best friend and crush, Evan. 

Though unfortunately for him, the Evan he knew and loved was long gone. It would only be a matter of time before Geo forgot all about Evan, and his body gradually returned to its original state after the MM gene returned to a state of dormacy.

At least, until the next time Geo or some other carrier falls in love.

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PUBLIC STATEMENT ISSUED BY THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE

Good evening.

As you may have already heard, a horrific incident has occurred at one of our local gyms. Dozens of men went on a rampage. It took several hours and almost all of our manpower, but our police department has successfully arrested all of the sexually rabid men and have placed them in custody. 

Security camera footage shows that all of these men were physically transformed before attacking. After an initial investigation, medical experts suspect that a rare genetic disorder called the Metamorphosis gene is responsible. Unfortunately, while there were no casualties, some of our own brave policemen were affected by the viral outbreak and were transformed themselves.

Two big questions remain tonight: how did a genetic disorder manage to spread like a virus, and how did these men contract this previously unheard of disorder? The arrested men were questioned about the events that led to this mass riot. None have been able to provide any concrete information. None of them seem to recognize their former identities, citing amnesia and severe migraines as the cause. 

Patient 0 has yet to be found. An active investigation continues as research efforts for a potential cure to the Metamorphosis gene’s effects continue. 

END OF STATEMENT

I was on a morning jog when this ass hat didn't just bump into me, but he fucking called me a FAGGOT under his breath. The audacity of some of these douchebags will never cease to amaze me. So if he has the audacity to be rude and homophobic in public, then I think he should be good giving everyone on the trail a show.

"What was that BRO?! I don't think I heard you right!" I ask, turning to face his back as he stops in place. His body shivering as my words dance through the air and pelt into his skin.

"Don't Bro me fairy, you heard what I said!" He says looking back at me. I can see he tries to turn away, continue his jog, that raised eyebrow of confusion as his body stops registering his control. As he can't help but stay so he can hang on to EVERY WORD I have to say.

"Nah, you are a BRO though, you're my good BRO. Such a good BRO that I think it's a little HOT out here BRO. You should strip out of those stuffy clothes BRO. Gotta show off those GAINS for the STUDS am I right?!" My voice layering my magics rapidly onto him. As each BRO sends a shock to his body, I can see sweat drip down his brow as his beanie turns into a baseball cap.

"I..it's HOT out...str..strip for the STUDS... No what are you... I'm ..not Gay.. I lik...Girls...strip for the... STUDS!" He's panting as he shimmies his legs out of his sweatpants, his legs bulging as muscle and a layer of fat GROW from years of leg day all packed into one day PULSE through him. His calves like an ancient Grecian statue, his thighs beautifully thick and strong, and his ass bubbling out causing his underwear to strain. The magic shifting his underwear as his boxers' fabric breaks down and the elastic rearranges itself till he's wearing a slutty jockstrap.

His face scrunches, his mind racing as he tries to hold onto his personality. His prejudice is the first thing I eviscerate from his mind before stripping him of his audacity and coldness. The next is his inconsiderate nature and superiority complex, he wouldn't need that as whatever little intelligence and individuality he has gets washed away leaving a vulnerable man.

He pulls at his hoodie, the magic doing it's job as he feels the NEED to strip in public. As he lifts it up revealing his new slimming waist and his abdominals flex, a cobbled stone road leading to a gorgeous shelf of pecs. His heart is racing as he manages to remove it without taking the cap with it. His arms feeling up his body as his biceps bulged with power, veins popping.

He looks at me blank as I walk up to him silently, his eyes glazed as I slowly turn the cap backwards. Each movement making him hornier and hornier. His mind tries to imagine women, his favorite traits, his old kinks but each time he thinks of them they pop like bubbles. His cock starts hardening in his jockstrap as he giggles, the images of men, all shapes, sizes, positions and color. An exhibition kink taking root that will never leave as memories of cruising become permanently embedded in his mind

"How ya feeling BRO?" I ask looking at this glazed eyed HIMBO.

He smirks, moving towards one of the rest stop walls nearby, placing his hands against the wall. "Feeling empty Bro, mind filling me up before I finish my run!" He guffaws slapping his ass and wiggling his needy cheeks at me.

Safe to say he won't be hurting anyone on this jogging trail anytime soon.

KOKSTRAP KAOS PT1-ISH

Hey everyone, if you remember a little while ago I did a story where I put on a KOKSTRAP myself when I was getting with Kevin-linked below. Anyway I thought I'd share the direct aftermath. Enjoy!

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He wasn't supposed to get that big!

Now everyone I know I have a tendency, or well a consistency of plans going flawlessly but lately things have been going a little awry. I should have known wearing the Power bottom jockstrap by KOK (tm) would have caused problems, it was just so...so fucking fun.

As you all have seen, when I make a plan or a change I tend to have clear guidelines. Hell I write everything out for you all to see, the beginning and the results. But ever since I put on that damn jockstrap and changed Kevin.... I've been letting things slip, especially with him.

KOK Jocks or better known as KOKSTRAPS- all came with their own heaps of benefits and side effects, I mean all magic does. I made these jockstraps as a way to help others fundamentally change themselves and others around them. Hell Im even selling them on the frats Website. And while some of these jockstraps are permanent and their side effects more apparent then others. The one I wore should have been fine for me to wear because it's not a perma jock, just while wearing it, and I made it so I could just dismiss it. But Kevin was some of my best work and I was really appreciating my handiwork after his transformation.

Here's what the Power bottom KOKSTRAPSs effects are

Ass growth

Core muscle enhancement

Self Lubing hole

Tops hairiness preference

Figure enhancement

Stamina enhancement

Cum production enhancement

Dominant mindset

Flexibility enhancement

Hole elasticity emhancement

Which were all positives, none that could really be taken advantage of, until we get to the side effects.

KOK JOCKS is not liable for possible side effects when wearing Jockstrap POWERBOTTOM which may include- insatiable hunger for cock, cum, a need to be fucked and or fuck others with your ass, loss of intelligence, ditzy like behavior and mannerisms, incredibly high sensitivity to ass, lips and chest and easily susceptible to influence. If you or a love one experiences these side effects please contact Everett at KOK or his Vice President IMMEDIATELY.

I remember pulling myself off of his cock after our first fuck, he had started with us in doggy style before I shifted us into cowgirl, straddling his hips. Trying to pull myself off of every magically enhanced nine inches of his cock had almost made me cum again especially as I heard him moan, and his hands finding my hips, gently suggesting as I got halfway up for me to fall back down. Looking down at him, his cocky lantern jaw adorned with lips, biting back a loud moan and eyes pleadingly begging me to keep bouncing on his incredibly sensitive fuck stick.

I caved!

How could anyone resist that face, it was my first mistake of many "mmmm you want to keep fucking me Daddy?!" My voice so slutty, so smooth as I felt his hands, one still on my hip, his fingers starting to tighten so nicely around me, the other traveling up my sides until it reached my pecs and began to lightly caress my chest. The power and intention on the word Daddy was open ended, I was just so horny, I didn't realize it would take us where we went.

"Fu..F...Fuck yes, babe... Fuck I need you and that slutty ass. NOW!" His hand found one of my nipples and tweaked it causing me to slip up, my legs which had been straddling his hips just briefly lost their balance causing me to fall ALL the way back down his cock. My self Lubing hole had no resistance as he used his other hand to pull my waist down closer to him, his hips moving up to meet my ass, causing them to ripple.

Looking back I've learned that just because this KOKSTRAP gave me the mindset and base traits of a power bottom, didn't mean I was always going to have control. And I definitely didn't here.

Kevin's other hand moved quickly to my torso as he began to fuck me, not giving me any time to come down from taking his cock so quickly "Kev...Kevin slow down I..im-" i felt his hands tweak both my nipples this time, making me moan out in ecstasy as he interrupted me. "Uh uh, slut address me properly!" He says lifting me up his cock before pulling me down into his thrusting member, god I was so close to cumming again, the inside of this jockstrap soaked with my precum.

Through moans I try and ask him what it means and he tells me "CALL.ME.DADDY!" Each word punctuated with him pulling all the way out and plunging all the way back in

I continued to straddle the hips that were shaking, unable to stand on their own. Its like my vision just WHITES OUT, my back arches as I throw my head back, I can feel my cock cumming trapped behind the magical fabric, causing it to glow ever so slightly. I don't notice it I can't I'm incoherently babbling begging for more in tongues.

Kevin stops fucking me, he stops maneuvering my body, I'm sitting their beginning to adjust like I had wanted but my hole is so hungry, flexing around his cock. I can feel his cock twitching in me, I needed more. Why had I wanted him to slow down? "D...daddy I need it...please fuck MEEE!" I whine, my voice needier then I've ever heard, the jockstrap felt heavier on me, snugger and almost like it was massaging my cock with my excess cum...God I needed cum, why wouldn't Kevin cum.

I looked up at him his lantern jaw framing a smirk, his eyes staring down at me as he flexed his cock making me moan. "Not good enough boy. Need you to beg Daddy like a good boy. Otherwise Daddy won't cum!" He rested his hands against my globes, my ass felt so much better if he'd just grab them.

I needed it bad, all thoughts, all reasons be damned, this hot, sexy stud was refusing me cum, "Kev...DADDY..DADDY PPLEASE, I'll..I'll do anything" I flex my hole around his cock, and try to gyrate my hips but he grabs my hips and stops me from being able to move like I want..but those strong hands are doing what I need them to. Kneading my cheeks like dough.

He shakes his head and tsks at me. I feel his eyes bearing down into me "That was good begging SLUT, but your still not doing what I SAID! WHAT! IS! MY NAME! I'm not gonna fill your greedy boy pussy until you say it and MEAN IT!" He lifts me up and pulls me down six times rapidly causing me to moan my brains out. My hands searching for stability reach out and grab onto his muscular chest as my back arches and I cum, again. Harder then last time I fire off load after load, shooting three times, causing the KOKSTRAP to glow again. It's straps getting tighter, the pouch around my cock and balls following suit but also pulsing with magic. The words going around the top of the KOKSTRAP vanishing waiting to be filled in.

I look at him, the words falling out of my mouth, every single one of them burning with desire, power, PLEASURE! "YOUR DADDY, YOUR MY DADDY, IM DADDYS SLUTTY BOI!" My words echoing out, my KOKSTRAP burning with power engraves DADDYS SLUTTY BOI across the waistband, that same power washes over KEVIN DADDY , settling on his throat

He smiles down at me as he pulls me off his cock, standing tall. "MHMM, so this is what your power feels like BOI, it feels so ENDLESS, it's like I know exactly what to say to change you!" He sits down on my bed and moves me onto my stomach over his lap. I'm biting my lip as his words echoing with my power, his deep DADDY voice commanding me as the KOKSTRAP GLOWS PURPLE. "First things first BOI, no taking off that KOKSTRAP unless DADDY TELLS YOU!" As he says the words the KOKSTRAP tightens around me, the straps framing my ass feel sturdier then ever, the pouching holding my cock and balls in and place and massaging them magically hardens as the magic blazes through the fabric. Sinking into my flesh I don't even feel the desire to take it off, all I want...no all I feel is my needy hole begging for him to fuck me again. I needed DADDY.

I try to say something but as I do I feel DADDY'S hand away down onto my ass. "no talking back, no clever tricks BOI, BAD BOIS get spanked" whatever thought I had seemed to get sent flying as his hands connected to my ass popping my thoughts like bubbles leaving my mind blank.

"If you want to be DADDY'S GOOD SLUTTY BOY, and I know you do, you just have to listen" he says caressing my my muscle cheeks after he finished spanking them. His fingers eventually finding my begging hole as began to tease it. I wanted... Needed to be his GOOD BOY so I listened. "GOOD SLUTTY BOYS need to get fucked often. You can't think clearly if you don't get enough cock and cum. Each time you get FUCKED you'll go back to being lucid... Mostly...still with that hunger and a lil bit sluttier. But the longer you go without cock and cum, my cock and cum ESPECIALLY the dumber, sluttier, hungrier for it you'll get!" He moans his voice and breath getting ragged as he talks faster, finger fucking me faster. I look over my shoulder, biting my lips as I'm moaning. He's smirking down at me as he forces another orgasm out with just his fingers my eyes crossing. The KOKSTRAP glowing with more power.

He moves me to where I'm sitting on his lap facing him. His words much like mine normally DRIPPING with power as each sentence pelts into me. Drilling into my core being, before becoming ingrained. He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces it with his cock hotdogged between my cheeks as he teases my hole.

"How are you feeling SLUT?!" He asks his hands back on my ass, I can feel the magic in him PULSE as my cheeks begin to feel WARM as they grow even bigger around his shaft. "Oh...oh DADDY, I'm..I'm so horny DADDY, my HOLE like, like NEEDS your cock daddy, please fuck me, fuck me silly" The words falling out of my mouth rapidly as I try to gyrate and grind against DADDY. His Cock, his Cum melting my brain further as he uses his new magics to make me his slutty good boi.

"oh I will SLUT, just two more changes then you can ride me the rest of the night" he smiles removing one of his hands from my ass, gently holding my chin. His face was so rugged and handsome even when he had a soft smile curling on his lips. "Any time you see a Cock, you will have to serve it. It will eat away at your brain and consume you until you've been fucked like the slut you are by it!" His words slam into me as I moan, his hand going from my chin to lightly grabbing my neck. Just enough to be firm without actually choking me. He starts bucking his hips into me causing me to fly up before crashing down. He does it again and again till he sends me high enough to where his cockhead finds my hole and slides in as I fall down. "And to make sure you can get it anytime someone sees your ass they are going to get so horny-straight or gay they'll be into you even if they don't realize it at first" He finishes saying.

He was talking so fast, making changes so rapidly so quickly one could only think, if they could think with out a mind numbing cock in them, that he was scared he was going to lose this power. As Daddy Fucked me I couldn't be concerned though. Daddy was so smart, so strong, so big he could do whatever he wanted. I threw my head back as he got faster, his balls, so big, so juicy underneath me began to tighten as I moaned riding his enlarging cock, words spilling more and more out of his mouth as he fucked me senseless they were lost in the moaning.

Time began to blur, my vision going white. My toes curling as I was so close, So close fuck just a little more, YESS DADDY more. I begged and begged until finally I felt his load and mine came after passing out.

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I woke up, covered in so much cum and sweat and disoriented that I didn't quite remember last night. I remembered changing into the powerbottom KOKSTRAP , I remembered Kevin DADDY fucking me till he turned fully gay. But as I got up and walked to the kitchen, my body feeling heavier in places like my chest and ass where they weren't before I tried to figure it out. Till I bumped into a wall of muscle in the kitchen.

"Look whose finally awake, Good morning SLUT!" His voice rang through the air as I felt my mind, and my hole PULSE. He reached down and groped his cock my eyes falling to meet it and more memories of last night FLASH through my head as I felt my knees automatically fall down "Good Morning DADDY!" My voice dumb and ditzy lisps out as he smirks down at me.