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To start off I love!!!! Your story great stuff!! 

Also could you tern my best friend and I into two himbo and as we change we start having felling for each other until we are boyfriends

So you and your friend want to be himbos?Well I can certainly help with that. Let’s start with you and then I’ll make your friend into what your new body will yearn for.

Now, I find it commendable that you took the initiative to kickstart this brand new life for you and your future boyfriend, so it only feels right to make you the dom top. Your muscles swell and soon get coated in a nice layer of fat, making you look even larger. Your skin darkens, cementing your new body as a man of indian heritage. Your hair thins out before simply vanishing, rendering you bald. But in return for the loss of hair on your head, curly gray hairs appear all over your body. Your face ages as your mature hair settles in. You begin emitting a pungent body odor as if you have never step foot in a shower. Your brain activity slows to a decently dumb IQ of 85. Not too dumb but definitely not smart. Your new brain is bombarded with images of your massive cock breeding white twinks and forcing them to partake in your every fantasy.

Now for your “friend”. You see, your new body yearns to dominate, so he’s going to become your ideal fuck toy. His already small muscles diminish except for his butt, which grows to become a perfect fuck hole for you. He ages too, except to 32 rather than 60 like you. He finds himself now only able to wear leather gear like his favorite accessory, a butt plug with a fake tail attached. His mind changes more drastically, his new IQ resting around 40. His mind is too slow to conjure up original thoughts so he just follows his master’s lead. And that master just so happens to be you. He becomes entirely submissive, the idea of making his own decision or saying “no” seeming like herculean feats.

So you’re welcome! You’re now the proud owner and “boyfriend” of your friend. He’s incessantly submissive to you, taking any chance he can to worship your large muscles, your giant stinky feet, and your gargantuan brown cock. And you take any chance you can get to pound this twink’s fat ass or breed his gaping throat. Have a nice life you two lovebirds.

Can himbo maker help me? Im sick and tied of being a tall skinny no one i want to be a hot owned himbo

You’re sitting on the couch, pretending to pay attention to your relatives, when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You thought you’d put it on silent.

Himbo_mkr: Bro, the gym is, like, totally the place to be! Where u at?

“Sorry, I gotta go,” you say to your flustered family, and run out the door. How did you forget your gym session today? Thankfully, the gym is only a short drive away, and you find yourself suddenly dressed in a graphic tee and sweats as you park.

The gym is surprisingly crowded with a whole lot of really intense-looking guys. You aren’t sure where your buddy is. You were gonna come with a buddy, right? Your phone buzzes.

Himbo_mkr: Get with the workout, bro! Don’t wanna upset Daddy!

A massive hand claps onto your shoulder, and the gruff voice of your Daddy says, “Extra 10 minute run for not starting immediately.”

You start and bow your head, looking down at Daddy’s beat-up lifting shoes. You never look at Daddy’s handsome, manly face, not since he decided you were his. “Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” you murmur. You haven’t seen much progress in the gym, but you’re grateful to Daddy for trying.

Himbo_mkr: You’re so close, bro! Once your arms are 20 inches, Daddy said he’d unlock you.

You start Daddy’s punishing arm workout, feeling the motion of your cage in your sweats as you move. You’ve been horny for months, but Daddy says that powers your workouts better. Last time he measured, your arms were 19.5 inches in circumference. Hopefully, when you and Daddy get home tonight, they’ll be 20, and Daddy will let you have a single orgasm before he puts you back in chastity.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

Hey. Loving your stories.

One place I have not been yet is Amsterdam. I would so love to go please

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You wake up to darkness. For an instant, you feel fear rising, but then it gets washed away. You’re in sensory deprivation with a hood on. Of course. You test your bonds, feeling the leather suit and straps tight against your skin. Your legs ache distantly from falling asleep on your knees with your arms bound behind you. You can smell the leather on your face, as well as the stale sweat and cum you’ve been kneeling in for who knows how long. In the distance, muffled through the hood and the walls, you can hear the thumping music and chatter of a club.

You hear footsteps approaching, and a door open. You kneel at attention. A rough hand grabs you by the O-ring at the nape of your neck and hauls off your hood. You blink your blue eyes in the sudden light. You’re in a bare room some storeys above the Reguliersdwarsstraat. You’re a skinny, beautiful young man in head-to-toe leather bondage, with two big leather daddies looking down at you. One, the one holding you by the neck, is your handler, the other is one of his regulars.

The two men look down at you with sneers, but you know later tonight, if you service their thick, cheesy dicks well enough, they’ll take you out for a night in Amsterdam you’ll never remember. After all, what else is a leather boy for but bottoming and blacking out?

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

Himbo Maker: Misha

Misha was an Egirl: a European Guy In Real Life. He would do his makeup, put on fake eyelashes, a wig, and a pair of pink headphones with kitty cat ears, and stream video games online. He loved to troll new viewers by spending an hour or so doing a breathy, feminine voice, and then suddenly hit them with his natural Baltic baritone. The way the chat went crazy made it worth it every time.

The whole game was helped by how petit and curvy Misha had always been. Even in his twenties, he still had a soft, almost girlish body and stood at most of other guys’ sternums. Too bad he wasn’t a trans girl, or at least a gay boy, he sometimes thought, looking at his body in the mirror. Gay guys were supposed to go for little guys who looked like him.

One evening, Misha was just starting his stream when some user started acting really weird in chat. He had a username that almost seemed familiar to Misha, but the guy he was thinking of had always been polite and given insightful comments on Misha’s gaming. This guy’s messages were full of typos, and he couldn’t seem to stop talking about his muscles.

Misha was just about to ban the guy when an alert sounded: Misha’s charming, girly laugh, which indicated a user had just donated a hefty sum. Of course, it was this annoying brodude.

“Uh,” said Misha, almost forgetting to put on his femmy voice, “He says, “Bro, this guy liek wants to chat wiht u on stream.” And there’s a link in the donation.”

Clicking the link, Misha found himself looking at a chat website he’d never seen before. “Hold on, let me share my screen,” he simpered, sharing the chat window. Somehow, his usual screen name was already in the bar. It must have populated from his stream.

Mish-kittycat: Like, heyoooo! You okay with being on stream with me? (✿◠‿◠)

Himbo_mkr: No way, bruh! I love meeting new bros. Like, hi stream!

Misha was a bit offended that this chat partner would refer to him as a “bro.” But stream chat seemed interested, so he thought it could be worth a few minutes to humour the donater. It had been a fair amount of money.

Mish-kittycat: What do you want to talk about UwU

Himbo_mkr: Bro, you know that all I ever talk about are my sick gains and going out with guys, lmao

Okay, so this was a troll. They probably wanted to get Misha banned for lewdness or something. Still, at least it was original that the troll character was a gay guy. He rolled his eyes at the stream and said, out loud in his girl voice, “Looks like someone got mad enough to pay to speak with all this.” He gestured down his slim body in tonight’s outfit, a stereotypical Japanese maid costume.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, bro, you clicked on the link. Didn’t force you to do it.

Misha froze. Of course the troll was watching the stream. “Heh, I don’t let meatheaded bullies boss me around,” he chirped, trying to save face.

Himbo_mkr: You sure? You sure like it when your chat bosses you around, bro.

Now this guy was just lying. Misha scowled, even though he knew the expression would make his foundation crack unattractively. “This is a really weird way to bully someone.” He looked at the stream chat, waiting for his subscribers to back him up.

But the character of the chat seemed to have changed. No, they had always been bossy, Misha suddenly remembered. They would tell Misha how to play his games all the time while he pretended to struggle. It was a key part of the dynamic of his channel that chat bossed him around, and right now they were telling him to go back to chatting with this guy. One guy even messaged, “No more talking, kitty. You’re only allowed to write in the chat.” Misha gave the camera a plaintive look, but listened. He always listened to his chat.

Mish-kittycat: So maybe you’re right about that one thing, but coming in here being rude is totally uncool (งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was just tryna compliment you on your sick bis, dude.

Misha cocked his head, confused. He was the opposite of buff, that was why he was so good at dressing as a girl. But as he continued to think about it, he remembered all the hours he spent working on his arms. He kept a set of weights next to his bedroom door, and he did bicep curls to failure every time he went through the doorway. Yeah, his biceps were his pride and joy, and they were usually how he showed off his manliness when he revealed his deep voice and accent.

A tip came in. “Flex for us, kitty,” commanded the text-to-speech voice. With a smirk, Misha lifted up one of his arms, feeling it stretch the sleeve of his maid costume as the veins popped. Too bad the rest of his body hadn’t followed his arms and gotten bulky.

Himbo_mkr: We’re all waiting for you to drop your lifting routine, bro! You’ve been totally blowing up.

Misha blushed at the flattery. His physique wasn’t all that impressive. Sure, now that he thought about it, he had been really hitting the weights a lot and eating right. In fact, his room seemed to be full of lifting clothes and supplements as he looked around. But that was because some of his subscribers kept telling him to get to the gym and hit his macros. It had actually been really freeing to just let people pay to tell him what to do on his fitness journey. And it was paying off! Misha definitely couldn’t pass for a girl these days, which was why the channel had changed to be more about doing stuff in-game for the highest bidders.

The maid costume barely wrapped around Misha’s broad pecs, and the garters had torn when he’d tried to pull them up his thick thighs. Sure, it had been funny when the stream started and the chat had gotten Misha to show off his shoulder raises while dressed in a little maid skirt, but the polyester was really starting to chafe on his smooth muscles. It was a relief when a tip rolled in while Misha flexed and said “Kitty, wear comfy clothes.” The chat oooohed and aaaahed as Misha shucked the maid costume, showing off his bulky chest, and pulled on his favourite comfy shirt instead. Sure, it had some tears and stuff, but as a masculine guy, Misha wasn’t worried about dressing up fancy or anything.

The guy whose chat Misha was streaming had been quiet, so Misha hopped back over and sent another message.

Mish-kittyhunk: Thanks man! It’s all about trusting the process.

Himbo_mkr: I can tell that you trust people, bro! You’re like a puppy lmao.

Well, Misha thought, maybe he did like getting bossed around in chat, but it wasn’t like he trusted everyone blindly! Okay, well, maybe he did tend to stop to help people on the road and then lose his wallet a lot. They looked like they needed help! And maybe he did sometimes click on links that meant he needed to take his phone to the store for them to fix, but so did everyone else!

Looking at the chat, who were all laughing about Misha being a totally trusting puppy, Misha had to finally agree. That was why one of his subscribers had gotten him this headset with floppy dog ears on it, after all.

Mish-puphunk: Haha, you got me, dude! That’s why I clicked on this link, too XD

Himbo_mkr: It’s okay, bro. Lots of gay hunks are pretty dumb, it just adds to that himbo appeal.

This time this guy was definitely making stuff up. Misha was totally straight, he just didn’t do well with girls. Well, that and being a submissive hunk online mostly attracted a gay male fanbase. And, well, now that he thought about it, when was the last time Misha had really thought about a girl? Like, maybe if it was a domme? But no, even then, Misha would really prefer a guy to be involved at some point. This guy was probably right, Misha was gay.

It was super hard to think. There was a reason that Misha preferred to let chat do the thinking for him. Even before he realised how much he loved to listen when men told him what to do, Misha had never been much of a deep thinker. That was why most of the stuff in his room was gym gear, gaming stuff, or whatever his subscribers bought for him. Lately, they had been really loving when Misha wore even less clothes and showed off more of his growing body, and Misha was happy to oblige as long as they kept telling him what to do!

Mish-puphunk: Lol I guess you’re right! I just wanna give sirs what they want

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I totally get why you love pup play so much. You just love being obedient and dumb and empty lmao. You, like, pretty much live in your mask these days.

A pup mask…Misha was pretty sure one of his subscribers had sent him one of those once, but it had been really confusing to put on and he’d only worn it once. No, wait, that wasn’t right. Misha was such a ditz! He’d loved the experience of putting on the pup mask and letting himself be a dumb pup for his chat. And chat had loved sending in tips to give him commands like “sit,” “roll over,” and “stick a tail in your hole.”

It had been so popular that the subscribers had told Misha to make it a weekly thing, then a biweekly thing, and by now it had pretty much become what Misha did during his streams. While chatting with this guy had been fun, Misha really wanted to get on with the stream and mask up. He opened his mouth to tell the viewers that, but then remembered that he had been ordered not to talk. Too bad, chat would only hear his deep, resonant voice if they ordered him to bark after he put on his mask.

Mish-puphunk: Okay dude, I gotta go be a good dumb pup now.

Himbo_mkr: Got it, bruh! You got a bunch of hunky doms to please by being a good pup slut!

Chat cheered as Misha stopped streaming the chat window and winked at the camera. An especially hung dom who loved to tip had won the bid war last night to decide what Misha wore, so Misha fondled the straps of his leather harness as he got up to grab his mask. He wondered what his chat full of muscular, horny himbo doms would have him do today.

Misha slipped on the mask and let his mind go blank.

is that the commission? I thought it was supposed to be straight to gay :(

To those who have been asking about the commissioned story, I apologize for the delay. No, the recent stories are not the one in question - those were stories that were already written and just needed images/tidying to be posted. As it stands right now, I really don't have much time to write outside of quick bursts of horny rambling, and the reason for the delay is because I do intend on making the commissioned story a worthwhile experience for the commissioner and don't want to rush it simply for the sake of getting it out. That being said! I understand that there's been a lot of gay to straight content recently, and the straight to gay fans might be a little thirsty. Let me quench that with a short story! *

Jason was really regretting his wish. The star quarterback just wanted his coach to approve of him, to give him attention and praise and to be his favorite guy in the whole school. At first he was elated as he felt the energy course through him, his athletic body growing taller and firmer, chest hair spiraling across his nineteen year old chest. He had always struggled to grow it before, like he struggled with his studies, and now he could feel the itch of it everywhere. On his hardening jaw, down his torso, even on his shoulders and back. He continued to stretch and swell, his skin growing weathered and tough, wrinkles etching themselves across his face as he reached his coach's age. He saw a glimpse of himself in the locker room mirror, a handsome and much more mature version of himself, a hairy muscle man just a couple inches shorter than coach, but equally as manly and tough looking. He was so excited, maybe he had become an assistant coach and was gonna be able to enjoy being around his coach fulltime, getting paid and helping the team. He strolled out of the locker room to see his coach already waiting for him, his clothes soaked with sweat as if he had just finished some heavy lifting. He couldn't wait to get into some bro talk with the guy, to bond and become closer and talk about the next match, but it seemed that he had it all wrong. Coach smirked at him, lifting one of his firm arms up and behind his head, allowing the putrid odor of his sweaty pit to waft across the room and shoot up Jason's larger nose. "Hey, pig boy," his coach drawled casually, looking down at the man across from him with hunger and lust and dominance all shining in his mature gaze. "My slut just had to follow me to work today, huh? Couldn't be patient and wait at home like a good boy?" Jason instantly felt flushed and confused, worried about the way his coach was speaking to him but suddenly feeling so ashamed and embarrassed. His coach's opinion meant so much to him, even before his wish, but now it was like the man's wants were all Jason could focus on. All that mattered. "Here's what's gonna happen, pig," the man stated calmly, his pit still on display and drops of sweat sliding down the side of his body. "You're gonna get your ass over here and worship your husband. Drink up all this fucking sweat. And then you're gonna walk your filthy, horny ass back to our house, and I want you lubed and spread on our bed waiting for me. Got it?" Jason was horrified. This wasn't what he wanted at all! He was fine being an older, hotter man if it meant being his coach's best bud, but since when was coach gay?! He never realized that, but now he'd have all the time in the world to know just how kinky and dominant and gay his coach really was. He didn't have the chance to answer, his neck being gripped by his husband and quickly being shoved into the rank, reeking and wet pit. It wasn't a big deal, either way.

The sounds of his moans and slurping were answer enough.

Like Mother Like Son

Chris was my mom's new boyfriend. I had found him annoying since the first time we had met, he was my high school PE teacher. He was a bald man, quite muscular although he was no longer young, with a thick dark beard and hair that covered him almost entirely, arms, legs and chest. He always wore tank tops or unbuttoned shirts, proud of his masculinity…I found him gross.

My father had been gone for years; I was a child when my mother became a widow. In my years of growth she had never found anybody, trying not to give me new daddy figures to replace my departed father. Hence I was surprised when, returning from college for summer break, I found her happily engaged to my former teacher. Of all men, did she have to go and pick that guy? My father was not that kind of man at all, I remember him being posed, clean, elegant. I really didn't understand her, what did she see in that rough, stinking pile of muscle and hair? She kept talking about him like he was the best boyfriend in the world, her eyes shining with admiration, worshipping him with unreasonable devotion.

To make matters worse, Chris had moved in with us. He said his house would be under renovation for a long time, that he needed a place to stay, and my mother had immediately arranged for him to live with us. He had also brought his workout equipment, which now filled our living room. Obviously he also slept in the bed with her and every night he fucked her loudly, sometimes depriving me of sleep. I was definitely angered by the whole situation.

It happened that my mother had to leave for a weekend to visit a dear friend who was sick. I did not have many friends in my hometown, I had always been bullied for my puny physique, my inability in sports and my nerdy passions, so I would never go out with pals on those two days. This meant that I would spend them at home with Chris, he and I by ourselves. At first I was reluctant to spend a weekend with the man, but I finally saw it as a chance to set the record straight.

So it was just a few minutes after my mother had left that I rushed into the living room to confront him. I found him on the bench, shirtless, sweating, intent on lifting the balance bar while emitting grunts. I stood a few feet away, drawing his attention by clearing my throat. He stopped, soundly dropped the bar with the weights, and sat down, looking at me. Rivulets of sweat were falling from his bald forehead, soaking his beard and body, aided by the summer heat. - "Listen, Chris. I came to talk to you about - " - "I already know what you wanna tell me."

He interrupted me rudely, continuing to stare at me. I could feel his dark eyes fathoming my soul; I had never thought he could have such an intense gaze. He was giving me the creeps. - "Boy, I know you don't like me. It's not rocket science, I've known that look of disdain in your eyes since I was your teacher. Now you've come to tell me that I have to leave, that you don't like the relationship between your mother and me. Well, that's none of your business, we're two adults. And so are you, so shut up and grow up."

Of course he had a point, but if he wanted to be nice to me he certainly shouldn't have used that tone. I could feel the blood boiling in my veins; I was really angry. I blurted out, shouting. - "You may be right, you are adults, but you invaded our house without hesitation! You bang my mother without restraint while I sleep in the next room! You're the one who doesn't have an ounce of respect!"

I saw something snap in his eyes. He stood up quickly, his muscles throbbing. He was massive. - "Respect?! Are you talking to me about respect?! Kiddo, you don't know what respect is…now you will learn something about it.

As he spoke these words, he approached me with heavy steps. I could not move, feeling like a trapped prey. Only when he was a step away from me I found the strength to turn and run, but it was too late. His giant palm pounced on my face, shutting my mouth, while my back touched his soaked chest. I felt unspeakable nausea, pressed in his grip I could only feel his unbearable stench of sweat enter my nostrils. - "I had intended to use it as an emergency measure, but you leave me no choice. Our cohabitation will become very easy from now on."

With his free hand, he placed a pendant in front of my face. It was a large round coin engraved with a spiral, supported by a leather rope. His hold forced me to watch it swing before my eyes; I could not escape it. It was only after a few seconds that the panic vanished from my body; I began to feel more relaxed, calm, at ease. Meanwhile, I could hear Chris keep talking. - "Sometimes I have to use the same trick with your mother as well. To make it clear, I didn't need it to win her over; she has good taste in real men. Unfortunately, she sometimes gets reluctant, like about coming to stay here with you, so it takes a little help to persuade her."

The syllables coming from his lips made sense, I could tell, but the more I looked at the pendant, the more I struggled to stay focused. Suddenly, I found myself heavy-eyed, my gaze fixed on nothing even as Chris placed the pendant back in his pocket. He let me go and turned me around so that I could look at him in the eye. He continued to hold his giant hands on my shoulders. - "Hey, kiddo, now listen to me straight. From now on you will have immense respect for me. You will be obedient, a good boy, a diligent little soldier. You will address me as a sir and never question what I tell you. My approval will be your only purpose. Clear?"

I still sensed something in my body, something resisting. My eyes were half-closed, my mouth was drooling on the floor, my arms were weak. He shook me. - "Hey, I'm talking to you! Is that clear to you, you little shit!" - "Yes, sir."

My mouth let slip these two words, as inside I felt my dying will fade away. When I recognized his gaze through the veil of trance, the nausea I felt for him was gone. In fact, it had converted into a sense of deep respect and devotion. Man, I was standing in front of the handsome Chris. I certainly couldn't just hang around like this. I immediately stood at attention, my back straight, my hand on my forehead. - "Command, sir!"

Chris looked at me with stunned eyes, then laughed out loud, holding his chest with his hands. - "Even less, kid, we're not in the army! I like the attitude with which you took my commands, though, I must admit. Now, come on, go cook lunch."

What a fool I had been, of course, I wasn't a soldier, I was just the son of Chris's girlfriend. What I had to do was just respecting and serving him. I started to do what was needed to make him a good lunch. - " Boy, you're certainly not as good as your mother, but you're not doing too bad." - "Thank you, sir."

I watched him eat as I too took bites of my meal. He was satisfied, he complimented. A rush of happiness pervaded me. I had made Chris happy, I was equally pleased. - "Good, now clear the table, then join me in the living room. It's time to grow some of those muscles."

He had me take off my shirt and put me on the bench, making me lift the minimum. It was incredibly exhausting, a tremendous effort for my frail, scrawny body.

My arms were hurting a lot already after just a few lifts. He meanwhile kept correcting my posture, giving me advice. I arrived at the end of the series devastated, unable to continue. I was ready for a lecture from Chris, certainly I had let him down. - "You still did the best you could, boy. It's a question of perseverance, you'll see in some time how you'll improve. Now, look at this old man doing it."

I leaned close and watched him intently as he lifted weights. The veins in his arms swelled and his biceps bulged with each lift. Drops of sweat ran down his body, his bald head, his thick beard, the curly hair on his chest. I noticed that as he worked out, he occasionally looked at me, perhaps to make sure I was watching him. And what else was I supposed to do? Chris was really strong, a true man. He was going to be a great boyfriend for my mother, a great new daddy for me. I smiled at him, he smiled back. Then he let go of the bar and sat down on the floor, straining from the effort.

- "Tell me, boy, do you like what you see?"

He was touching his sweaty pecs with his hands, massaging his nipples. I didn't know what to answer. Sure, I admired Chris's body, but I was into girls. I fantasized about anime chicks, idols. I used to fill tissues with cum thinking about imaginary girls with big tits and provocative behavior. I tried to find a neutral answer to his question. - "I really admire you, sir."

At that point Chris, stood up, slowly approaching me. I sat, as his imposing body began to shadow me. - "Well, admiration is a first step. You know, earlier when I was watching you on the stand, I thought that all things considered, you're not to be thrown away. You have a very promising body, your face reminds me so much of your mother's…not to mention your butt. It's perfect, just like hers. Which is why I had a little idea."

He raised his arm, showing me his armpit filled with long gray black hairs. A whiff of masculine stench came over my face, dazing me. It was Chris's smell, though, so it wasn't bad. It was the scent of a real man. - "I guess you're smelling this, boy. There you see, that's the essence of a real alpha male. And you are certainly not a pack leader, indeed; your puny little muscles make you nothing but a submissive boy, a beta. You are not good at anything, except for one thing. Being fucked by your new daddy."

His words were being written in my brain as irrefutable truths: it had always been that way, of course. As his fragrance haunted my face, every desire for a woman was overwritten. All the smooth skin, the huge tits, the pussies…everything was being overshadowed by my Daddy, his thick hair, his cozy muscles, his massive chest…and the glorious cock he hid in his underwear. I was the good boy, ready to please his sugar daddy in everything, just like my mom. I stuck out my tongue and licked his armpit eagerly, drinking the drops of his sweat like it was some divine nectar. - "Wow, you're a fast learner, boy. You're really good at licking. What do you say, would you like to do this with something else, too?"

I nodded, tongue drawn out and drooling, eyes bright and craving. I would have the honor of having Chris's cock between my lips; I was over the moon. I stripped and stood waiting for him on my knees, my mouth wide open as he undressed too. When he pulled his massive cock out of his underpants, a second whiff of smell pervaded me, this time more pungent and musky. He brought the tip of his cock close to my lips, running along them inch by inch as I listened obediently. - "What you are about to feel is the real cock of a proper alpha male. After you feel it, you won't want anything else in your holes. Of course, your mother will have priority, always. But when she's gone, and you've been a good boy, your new daddy will always let you play with his big fat cock. Now let's see if you've learned anything else from Mom, too."

He slammed his 8-inch dong covered with grizzled hair into my mouth in a single stroke. The salty taste of it sent me over the edge. Only my daddy Chris could have such a good cock. I sucked it passionately, every now and then pulling it out to rub it against my cheeks, as a good submissive boy wanted to arouse his daddy would do. Chris let out manly moans of pleasure, a sign that I was good. When he erupted all his cum in my mouth, I let his warm white jets wash over me, the only shower I was worthy of. I ran my hand over my face to collect every ounce of it. Then I saw his face still horny and knew it wasn't over. - "Now turn around like a good boy. We'll find out if you're screaming with pleasure like your mommy, now that I'm about to fuck you."

How excited I was. As his cock still wet with cum entered my anus, a blissful smile spread across my face, my eyes shot back. I began to cry out in pleasure, clearly feeling the tip of his shaft pounding my prostate. He had thrown me down on the living room couch, where he turned me front and back, always making sure he had his cock firmly planted between my buttocks. He was looking into my eyes as he came for the second time, and I with him. His cock planted its seed inside me, mine wetting my belly and face. My arms collapsed on the couch pillows as his cock did not give up coming out of my ass. Before letting me go he leaned over me and whispered in my ear. - "You are really good, just like your mom."

Since that weekend, Chris has never stopped living with us. My mother and I spend our days seeking his attention, cooking for him, washing his clothes, massaging his feet when he is tired. I left college, in fact all that learning didn't serve me at all. Chris always tells me that muscles matter more than brains, so I decided that I would become like him, a massive gym stud. In a short time I had already gained weight, put on good muscles, and above all, as Chris likes it, worked as much as I could on my butt cheeks, to make them well rounded. I have also been growing a lot of extra body hair, maybe I am starting to become a real man too, who knows. One thing I do know is that I am so happy with my new daddy and I look forward, every time, to spending some time alone with him. I constantly crave daddy's cock.

To The Ground Floor

Heyo- Saw this next picture and just had to use it so here’s a businessman to dumb sub twunk TF! 

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Probably be wrapping it up/posting a poll soon! -Occam

I don’t know what my company was thinking when they scheduled our conference in Tenerife. It would be one thing if it was a retreat or team vacation, but it is nearly impossible to get any real work done with all these tourists stomping around and getting in my way. I was set to make it early to our morning meeting, as I always do, before this twat forced his way in before I could get to the close door button. He surely noticed since he glared at me before returning to focus on the only thing that seems to matter to him, his vanity.

In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but scoff as he started to take a picture of his reflection in the door. It was immature, but when dealing with this crowd of influencers or whatever these childish twits has put me off my usually stoic demeanor. He immediately responded with aggression, “You laughin’ mate? You lot all think you’re so much better than us eh?” He scowls once more at me and to his credit, I do think myself superior to him. Not afraid to say it either.

I open my mouth to shoot some clever insult at him but before I can the delinquent fully spits at me! Where does he get off! The elevator chimes as it stops at the sixth floor. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the spit off my dress shoes as I hear him run off, shouting “you’ll get yours ya git!” I look up to see the small of his back showing beneath his trailing coat and mesh top. I can’t help but stare as he runs, asshole he may be but, god, he is hot isn’t he?

I cough as I can’t believe I thought that! He’s absolute filth! Parading himself around dressed like that on a work day, my word! I don’t notice that there is no longer a handkerchief in my hand as I reach to wipe the spit off my shoes with my now empty hand. As I finally wrest my eyes from his pert body I notice that the villain pushed every button in the elevator. So help me god if I’m late to my meeting I will find him and- well, there’s not much I can do. I’m not exactly the peak specimen, unlike, uh him I suppose.

The doors click closed and begin to take me to the fifth floor. I consider hopping off to take the stairs but I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for me. I go to check my rolex when I notice I’m not wearing it? I would never go to a meeting without it though? My mind grows foggy as I thoughtlessly wipe the spit still on my hand on my suit. God it’s a little warm in this elevator isn’t it. I sniff the air and find that it still smells of that jerk. His cologne must’ve been something intense.

I continue to whiff the air before realizing that it is clearly not perfume but his natural body odor, blushing as I grow slightly jealous at his scent. I find my mind drifting as I think what a man he must be to smell so, mm. The only word I can think is, virile? Ugh, I need to get to work, this is going to set me back. The doors clink open to the fifth floor as the heat only continues to grow. Why am I wearing such a thick suit jacket anyway? It is so fucking hot on this island. I absolutely hate it here. I’ll just take it off for the rest of the elevator ride. Yeah, that couldn’t hurt right? My eyes glaze over as I think of his coat trailing off his head as he ran down the hallway and I bite my lip.

God that hot fucker. My jacket falls to the floor and before I can catch it it’s as if it was never there. I grunt as I think once more of my upcoming meeting. Surely they won’t judge right? My mind shuffles as I don’t even try to understand what has happened to my jacket. The fogginess in my head swiftly finds a form though as I see his smug smirk in my mind. Fuck I- I need to fuck him, or be fucked or? I grunt once more, my voice noticeably more dull. I try to fan my shirt open as the heat grows worse and I find myself growing hornier by the second. The elevator is already on the way to the fourth floor without my notice. I give up fanning my shirt and instead just open the buttons when I am suddenly met with something I cannot reconcile. When the fuck did I get, such, fuckable pecs? I press a finger into my own chest and start to drool as I see the depth of my muscle. I see my brown nipples grow and try to wipe the pooling drool from my mouth as I think how much my body looks like that uh, that twit? No that uh, that hot fucker?  I feel like I’m losing my mind. Or, losing myself? Uh..

The doors open and close on floor four as I struggle to think of absolutely anything but that, uh, stud. My own chest jutting out forces me to think of his own hearty pecs. The powerful curves of his body stretching his fishnet top, ugh. I see the biceps now on my own arms and struggle to not flex them thinking of that staring at himself in the elevator’s reflective wall and posing. I stare at the abs pushing out of my torso and think of his cinched waist peeking out from those sagging pants. God why didn’t I just try to fuck him then oohh.. Or no, Why didn’t I give myself to him..I moan as I loosen my belt, trying to allow my growing erection some air, instead giving my cock and ass more space to expand.

God his fuckable ass was impossible to miss even through those jeans. I bite my lip once more trying to stop myself from moaning as the doors open to the third floor. No one is there to see or hear me as my pants drop to the floor and disappear as if they were never there. As if I would wear pleated pants ever I think blushing. My cock begins to grow to fill my boxers. Or no hee hee- Surely I’m not wearing boxers right haha, giggling as I look down and see the clear imprint of my erection in my tight spandex. Mikey would never let me wear something so unattractive as boxers~

I feel an itch in my crotch as I think of Mikey once more, not hesitating to wonder how I could possibly know his name. Nor why he brings me such intense, feelings. It’s just, I’m so lucky to have him! Ah- I might lose control if I keep thinking about him, I need to keep it together for my uh, meeting? I shove my hand into my crotch to deal with whatever that itch is when I find it’s not my still growing cock, but a jungle of pubes that have begun to grow down there. I feel my fingers drag through them, now covered in sweat as the pubes begin to push themselves above my waistline. 

I giggle to myself as I see the thick black hair inch its way to create a perfect treasure trail up my stomach. I’ve gotta keep it looking good for Mikey after all! I play with the lengthening hair in my crotch, giggling to myself, as the elevator makes its landing on the second floor. I raise my sweaty hand to smell it as some prude stares in disbelief in the elevator lobby. I smile coily at him as he narrows his eyes in shock. He almost looks a little familiar but I’d certainly not waste any of my time on him haha!

He decides not to get on for some reason, not that I care as I look at my sharpening reflection. I play with my chest feeling the ebb and flow of my strength as I start to smell my own scent fill the elevator. I notice my feet are now bare on the dirty elevator’s floor. Ah, I hope Mikey won’t be upset if my feet are gross, smiling to myself as I think of him chewing me out. I feel a similar forest begin to grow in my pits as the elevator stops unceremoniously on the first floor before making its way to the ground floor.

I rub my hands all over on my now almost completely unclothed body as I feel my spandex shrink and tighten into a yellow speedo. My hands glide smoothly around the muscular curves, only ever getting caught on my tangled pubes as I giggle to myself. Wasn’t there something I had to do when I got to the ground floor? I raise my arm to bask in my scent as the elevator finally delivers me to my destination, and who could be standing there but Mikey!

“Mikey!” I shout at him! He looks so happy to see me, before responding, “well you’re looking great aren’t ya love.” He pushes and prods me as if he’s inspecting me as I proudly stand there giving him the doe eyes he demands. He smirks as he pulls me out of the elevator and plants his lips on mine. I can barely help but come right there as I feel my cock stretch at my speedo. I moan but keep it together, feeling his pursed lips grow into a smirk before he pulls away and laughs. 

I tilt my head at him before he speaks once more, “you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now right, pet?” My face grows warm with blush, surely betraying my cluelessness as I struggle to remember. I had a meeting or? No, Haha As if! I, I could never work a stupid office job~ I try to look as coy as possible, inviting him to jog my memory. His eyes grow dark, not from aggression, but a hunger welling within him as he answers, “I need ya to get those posh wankers and bring them to me eh, doll? Need to them to submit yeh?”

My smile grows wide as my mind fills with excitement for this task. I’m gonna be so good and Mikey will be so proud of me! None of those boring businessmen will be able to resist me hehe! I begin to make my way out to the beach looking for any salarymen looking especially susceptible to my charms. I strut around, my body on display to everyone, monkeysuit suckers and other horny tourists alike. As if any of them have something more important going on hee hee! Soon they’ll all realize there is nothing more important than pleasuring Mikey!

My Roommate Gives Me Nicknames

When I decided to live in the dorms at college I pretty nervous. At my college, all the dorms are four-person apartments. I wouldn’t know who my three roommates were until moving day. It sucked, not having any friends at the same school.

When I showed up at the door of #202, it’s fair to say that I was a little nerdy. Not all pocket-protector and virgin nerdy, but I was a first year in Physics. Definitely not the type to party all night or hookup with randoms.

I was wearing khaki’s and a button-down shirt. It was summer, but I thought it was best I made a good impression on my new roommates.

Inside, I could hear a couple of guys being pretty loud. I rolled my eyes a bit and thought I should have worked harder last year to find people to share a place with. This sounded … obnoxious.

I hoped that the guys inside were just horsing around because it was moving day, not because they were disruptive. Last year, my cousin Jimmy had gotten stuck in an apartment with three stoners. Needless to say, he spent most of his time in the library instead of being able to study at home.

Still, my names was on the door, this was my place.

I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. There were three guys inside were chucking around a football. They were like fratboy clones, all board shorts and surfer-T’s. At that moment, the only way I could tell them apart was with by their hair: blonde, red, and curly brown. Blonde and red had each used a full bottle of gel that morning.

In contrast with my thin body and conservative buzz cut, it was almost a parody.

When the blonde one saw me, he changed his aim and shouted “think fast!” By the time I realized the football was on it’s way, it had already bounced off my face and caused a nosebleed.

“Shit!” said the redhead. The curly haired one was jumping for paper towels, shoving a wad of them under my face to catch the blood. I held them close and gave a begrudging “Thanks”.

“Lemme start over,” the blonde one thrust his hand out at me. “I’m Kevin, this here’s Jonas.”

“Call me Jay,” the redhead said. “Sorry about the…uh…blood, I guess.”

I shook Kevin’s hand. “Hi,” I said through a muffled nose, “I’m Alexander.”

“I’m Charlie,” filled in the curly-haired one.

I looked over my roommates. Jay and Charlie oriented themselves subconsciously behind Kevin, looking for cues. These guys were pack animals, and Kevin was definitely the alpha.

“It’s good to meet you,” said Kevin. “Totally a rocky start, but I promise you bro, we’re gonna be total buds.”

I couldn’t believe this. I hated guys who called me bro. It was my biggest pet peeve. We definitely weren’t getting off on the right foot.

It looked like they hadn’t brought any of their stuff up yet, save a six-pack and the football. “So, I guess we better bring up our things. Do need any help with your stuff?” I was going for an olive branch. “I’m going to go down and get some boxes.”

“Y’know, we should do the same. I brought a foosball table, and we could use some help getting it up the stairs.” Kevin headed towards the door and clasped me on the shoulder. “You’ll help with that, won’t’cha bro?”

We headed downstairs and started pulling boxes out of my car. One of them was unwieldy, but Kevin jumped in and said “Let me help you out with that bro!”

We unloaded the car, and the whole time I was getting tenser and tenser. Kevin kept calling me ‘bro’ in this really pointed way, like he was trying to make the word stick.

By the time we got their foosball table up the stairs and wrestled it into the apartment, I was sweating and shaking. Every time Kevin called me bro, I felt the word reverberating in my head and making my stomach fill with nervous energy. He was seriously pissing me off and I didn’t know how to respond.

“What’s wrong bro?” Kevin asked. “You look shaky bro.”

Charlie laughed. “Dude, he’s almost ready.”

What were they talking about? Ready?

I was breathing fast, like I’d just run a long way. “Stop it…” I said. “Stop calling me bro.”

I was dizzy, like I stood up too fast.

“Why not bro?” said Kevin.

I could barely stand. I could barely think.

“Want a beer, bro?”

Something inside of me snapped. The nervous energy inside me let loose.

My muscles were tensed. My skin was soaked in sweat. I could feel it coming, and it was impossible.

Deep inside my gut, I felt a spark of something well up… something different than me. Someone different than me. It felt arrogant and cocky. Entitled. Ambitious.

“No fuckin’ way,” said Jay. “This is so cool to watch.”

I felt the spark ripple outward towards my skin. For a moment, the whole world seemed to blur.

My body swelled and tightened at the same time, becoming denser with muscle and tendon. Not like I was some jock or anything, but I clearly worked out. My biceps…my…my guns swelled out. A barbed-wire tattoo accented the muscle.

My delts and pecs gained definition. A light layer of fat covered my body. I skipped leg day a little too often, but I wasn’t nerdy looking anymore.

My hair grew out, becoming longer and unruly. I felt my backwards cap settle over my black mop.

A cocky grin split my face and I looked down at my improved body. Ripped jeans and flip-flops made up my entire outfit. My chest was bare and just a little sunburnt from spending the day moving.

I flopped down on the couch. “Duh bro, ‘course I want one” I said, and pinched a beer off Kevin’s sixer. I drank deeply and belched before asking. “So, what the fuck bros? Did I win the lottery?”

Kevin grinned. “He just accepts it, no problem,” he muttered to himself, like he’d seen a magic trick and was still in awe. Then he turned to me and answered my question while Jay and Charlie looked on. “I bought this potion online. I drink some, and then I call someone a nickname for a while, and eventually they turn into the nickname. I called you bro all day, so now you’re a total bro.”

“No fuckin’ way,” I grinned. “So you can like, I dunno, call some chick ‘slut’ all night and she’ll bang you?”

I would have expected high fives from Jay or Charlie, but none came. Maybe I misread the dynamic and they were waiting for Kevin to respond.

Luckily Kevin laughed and said, “Yeah, I guess.”

We were out that night, pounding back beers off campus. The pub was full of good looking girls. I was dressed in jeans and a designer polo, and all I could think about was how much I deserved to get laid.

The first chick I tried to pickup told me to fuck off.

The second one told me I was a creep.

The third girl just laughed in my face.

I rejoined my bros for another beer and spent a good ten minutes rambling on about the sluts in this place being total bitches before Kevin motioned for me to stop.

“Alex, chill out. So, they’re not into you. The will be soon, stud.”

“Huh? What’d’ya call me?”

Was Kevin trying to hit on me? I was gonna beat his ass so fuckin’ hard…

“Relax stud,” he smiled. “I’ve got my internet potion, remember? I call you stud enough times, and nobody is gonna be able to resist you, right stud?”

Whoa, I’d forgotten about that. I’d only been a bro for a few hours, and already the memory of my old life had faded to background noise. Kevin was just helping me out.

“Hey stud!” Kevin snapped me out of it. “We’re dry,” he motioned with the pitcher, “go get the next round, stud.”

I got up to go to the bar when I suddenly felt sick. I hadn’t drank that much, maybe four or five beers, but all of a sudden I felt like I was gonna hurl.

Charlie barked a laugh. “Dude, you were right, it’s happening faster this time.”

“Yeah, ‘course it is. He’s still all worked up from this afternoon. The stud hasn’t had time to stabilize yet.”

I was confused. The room was spinning. It was happening!

I felt the same tension as before, like something was ready to explode out of me. This time it wasn’t arrogance and entitlement. The ambition was still there, stronger than ever, but with confidence and drive.

The whole bar blurred out for a second.

My body shuddered. Instead of a fratboy beer belly, my core had hardened into six-pack abs and hard muscle. My chest rounded out. My arms became more solid with hard-earned stabilizer muscles. Below my waist, I felt the burn from a well-done leg day. My ass pushed against my jeans and my cock gained another inch or two, filling out my boxer briefs.

I looked at my reflection in the pub window. My shirt had gotten more casual, downplaying to a fitted-T that showed off all my hard work in the gym. The dumbfounded look I’d been wearing all day shifted subtly, my features morphing to become symmetrical and alluring.

I could have any girl in this bar. Fuckin’ A.

Kevin, Charlie and Jay were grinning at me. “Nice,” said Kevin.

I laughed and headed off to get us another round. All the way to the bar I could feel the girls - and more than a couple of guys - staring at me. They all wanted me to take them home tonight. Whatever. I’d get to them all eventually.

For tonight, there was this chick standing by the bar. Total bombshell. She had blonde hair and a pink tank top.

“Hey,” I said, and gave her a killer smile. “You having a good night?”

She laughed and brushed her hair away from her face. “Hi. I’m Tracy.”

“Alex,” I motioned to the bartender and paid for the beer.

I got my bros their pitcher, but after that Tracy and I sort of ditched them and went to make out by the pool table. They understand, it’s not like me hooking up is a surprise. Not since Kevin started calling me stud.

It was pretty late that night when Tracy and I stumbled back into my apartment. She was ready to go, and I was fucking hard, so I couldn’t wait to get her into my room and plow her.

The guys were playing video games or something in the front room, so Tracy and I just slipped down the hall and got to it. After I came, she cuddled up like she was gonna sleep here or something. Whatever, I had to piss like a racehorse. I’d kick her out after. I slipped on some boxers and headed down the hall.

The lights in the front room were off, but there was still noise coming from there. I tried to be extra quiet, maybe one of my buddies had hooked up too.

“Oooh, yeah, fuck,” I heard Jay moaning in the dark. Alright Jay.

He was still going at it when I was sneaking back to my room.

“Oh, yeah…dude…”

Wait. What?

Then I heard Kevin’ deep voice. “Yeah, say my name, bro.”

“Uh…uhnn…Kevin…fuck…”

I peered around the corner. In the dark, Kevin had Jay bent over the couch and was pounding him for all he was worth. Charlie was there too, sitting across the room and jerking himself off while he watched.

“Fuck…fuck me harder Kevin. Ooooooh. Oooh. Oh.” Jay was ready to cum. All over our fucking couch.

“What the fuck bro!?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth.

Jay cried out loudly. He was cumming, barely even registering that I was there.

Kevin, on the other hand, had pulled out and was looking at me with hungry eyes.

“What’re you looking at faggot?”

“Dude, What the hell?” I was shocked. “I’m no fag.”

“Sure you are, faggot,” Kevin spoke with that same pointed tone.

“Fuck this, I’m out,” I said. I headed down the hall to grab some clothes and get the fuck out of this place. I felt fucking betrayed. No way were my bros gay.

“Get back here, faggot!” Kevin was calling me from the other room. I stormed back.

“Stop calling me that!” I yelled. “You freaks might be gay, but I’m not.”

“Just turn him already,” Jay moaned from the couch.

“Yeah,” Charlie spoke up, his hand pumping up and down his shaft. “It’s time.”

I could hear Tracy moving around in the bedroom. The noise must have woken her up.

“Comeon faggot, you know you want my cock.”

Dammit. I felt dizzy.

“Fight it,” I muttered to myself through clenched teeth. “C’mon man, fight it.”

“Just give in to it faggot.” I tried to shut out Kevin’s voice, but I couldn’t manage it.

A chill ran down my spine and the world blurred. I felt the spark of the change forming inside of me. I felt righteous. Empowered. Proud and ready to tell the world.

I shuddered again as it burst out of me. I could feel my body changing. My ass swelled, feeling big. Feeling…sexy? Of course, that was it, it felt sexy. My cock swelled again. For a moment I thought I was getting bigger again, but then I realized.

I was getting hard. Harder than I’d ever been before.

I looked down at my body. It was pretty much the same, but I now clearly spent time in a tanning bed. My boxers had swapped for a pair of cyan briefs, which looked, like, totally gorgeous on my hottie body. My cock pointed straight out, distorting the fabric and giving my bros something to stare at.

I could hear Tracy coming around the corner. There was a pause, then heavier footsteps.

“Hey Xander,” he said and wrapped his thick arms around me from behind.

For a second, I wasn’t sure what was going on, but then I remembered. I was gay as fuck. Of course I’d taken a guy home.

Kevin was grinning even more than usual. I turned to face Tracy. He was a blond bombshell, biceps and bravado, just the way I like ‘em. As I turned, he was slipping his pink muscle shirt back on.

“Going?” I asked.

“Yeah, I got an early class or somethin’. Besides, it looks like you’ve got plenty to keep you busy here.”

“Text me sometime,” I said.

“Totally,” he smiled. “I could get in on this sometime.” Tracy kissed me once more, then ambled out of the room and into his new life as a hot jock. Some people have all the luck, you know?

I dropped my briefs and prepared to get lucky myself.

Charlie was on me in an instant, his warm mouth enveloping my firm cock. He sucked like his life depended on it. He ran his tongue up and down my most sensitive veins, flicked it just underneath my head, and sucked my balls until I thought I was going to burst. Just thinking about that BJ makes me hard.

Jay was zonked out after his orgasm, but Kevin was still looking for more. He leaned in on me and took control with a deep kiss. Kevin’s hands groped my rounded ass, teasing my hole and moving away quickly. I wanted more. I could feel an now familiar emptiness inside, making me ache for a dick to fill me.

“Oh, fuck me, please, fuck me,” I moaned to Kevin. I remembered being on top with Tracy, but where Kevin was involved, it just felt natural that I should submit.

“Yeah? You want me, huh,” he laughed at my eagerness.

“Yeah. I want you.” I mirrored.

Charlie backed off, and Kevin bent me over the couch. I felt a cold squirt of lube on my hole and a gentle finger getting me ready to receive. Kevin took a moment to slip on a condom, then started teasing my ass with his rod.

“You know what I like?” Kevin asked me, slipping his cockhead inside of me. God, he was perfectly sized - any bigger and I wouldn’t be able to take him. As it was, I had trouble concentrating on what he said.

“I said, you know what I like?” he prompted me again.

“What’s that?” I asked. I was pushing back against him, working to drive him deeper into me.

“This whole studbro thing you’ve got going on is nice, but I’m into muscles. You need more, don’t’cha, muscles?”

I could really feel him inside me now. “Yeah. I guess. I could work out more.”

“Nah, why do it the hard way muscles? You know what, muscles? There are benefits to being one of my guys.”

I was sliding up and down his shaft, feeling him hit me perfectly. Kevin’s cock was filling me up and making me feel whole.

I was also feeling weird.

“You want to be one of my boytoys, huh muscles?” Kevin spoke. Not for my benefit, but to drive in the nickname.

I could feel the spark inside me. Strong. Trained. Dedicated to the gym.

“C’mon muscles!” shouted Kevin.

I embraced the wave this time. The spark burst out of me, the world blurred, and as my body inflated, I came harder than ever. I felt Kevin cumming inside me, his big cock pulsing, tearing apart my hard-earned body.

I collapsed on the living room floor. He fell on the couch. Charlie and Jay were nearby, covered in their own cum, exhausted by jacking off to the reality of my transformation.

For the first time in my life, I felt big. Constrained by my physique. My arms wouldn’t hang flat against my sides anymore. I couldn’t stretch as far.

I writhed on the floor, feeling my oversized body and marvelling at how fucking hot I was all hulked out. I was still thinking about how much of a stud I was when I finally fell asleep.

I woke up late the next morning, covered in dry cum and sweat. I checked my phone and got up fast. I was going to be late to my first class of the year if I didn’t hustle.

Kevin, Jay and Charlie were still snoring off last nights fun when I hopped in the shower. Ten minutes later, I was headed out the door in a too-tight t-shirt and going commando in a pair of sweats. There isn’t a lot that fits a guy like me.

All through my class, I kept getting weird looks. The prof even asked if I had the right room. Like I didn’t know my physics, just ‘cause I’ve got a body like a mountain.

Jay was making bacon and eggs for Kevin when I got back to the apartment.

“Hey, where you been?” asked Kevin. “I wanted to wake you up with a BJ, but you took off super early.”

“I had class bro, the life of a physics major. Last night was awesome, but I’ve got to keep that kind of stuff to the weekends if I want to pass all my classes.”

Kevin ate a piece of bacon and mulled that over. “You’re not a physics major Dummy, you’re in business. Everyone knows you don’t have the brains for science Dummy.”

I stopped in my tracks. Fuck, I made the wrong move. Kevin was the alpha here and it was starting to sink in that I was going to have to be careful.

“Whoa, Kev, I’m grateful and everything for all the changes, but please don’t call me that.”

“Why shouldn’t I Dummy? I’ve almost got you perfect, and I’m not stopping until you’re moulded into my fantasy.”

My head was starting to get cloudy. There was a spark of something growing inside me again. It was…it wasn’t better like the others. This one was dull. Slow. If this one got out…

“Kevin,” Jay stopped eating. “You’ve done enough with him man, if he says no, it’s no.”

“Shut-up slave,” Kevin shot back at Jay. Jay’s eyes widened.

“No man, you said you wouldn’t do it to me, not again.” He knew he’d crossed the line.

“You’ve been a good boy so far, slave, but it seems like you need a reminder about who’s in charge.”

Jay tried to escape. He almost made it out the door.

“Sit down slave,” Kevin ordered.

It was the first time I saw Kevin’s power from outside. In a split second Jay blurred like a bad special effect. When he came back into focus, he was different. His hair was buzzed short, and he was naked except for a studded collar. His head was slightly bowed. Submissive.

“Yes sir,” said Jay. He sat down across from Kevin at the table and studied his food closely, no longer daring to make eye contact.

Kevin caught me again with an evil eye. “Now Dummy, let’s finish up here.”

That was the last word. The spark inside me burst outward and a gray fog settled over my thoughts.

“Huh?” I asked. “What were we talkin’ about?”

“Nothing big. Want some eggs?”

“Sure bro,” I said. I started toward the stove, but Jay beat me to it, he was so happy to serve.

Kevin grinned at me again. “This is the life, huh slut?”

I settled into my chair and ate my eggs. My thoughts turned over slowly, and I saw my reflection on the microwave door. I was a lucky guy, all musclebound and good looking. I had my bro’s Kevin and Charlie to hang out with and our slave to make life easier. Maybe I wasn’t the brightest anymore, but I was sure gonna get laid this year. Especially if Kevin called me slut a couple more times.

“Yeah,” I said eventually. I shifted my weight on the chair, trying to keep my obvious erection from being uncomfortable. “This is the fuckin’ life.”

Be of Service

Round of applause to @mrrharper

I dumped my uniform and bag into the locker, my partner John doing likewise beside me. After a graveyard shift, the two of us had decided to hit the gym bright and early in the morning before sleeping through our day off. John and I had been partners since we had first joined the police force. As officers, we had done a lot together; rode together, drank together, laughed together. One time we were even in a foursome together with two chicks we had picked up at a bar.

Now in our early thirties though, we had begun to take life a little more seriously. Start choosing wisely, acting responsibly. Working out had been my idea, and after six months it had already shown some results. Both of us were average height and had gained some pudge over the years, but now we both had notable definition. I could not help but flex a little in the mirror, impressed by the beginnings of my triceps.

“Looking fire, broski!”

My eyes shifted over to one of the three football jocks who sauntered into the locker room. I was immediately annoyed by the trio of obnoxious meatheads, and I could tell John was as well.

“Have you been coming here for long?” the first asked. “We haven’t seen you around.”

“We come when we can,” I replied. “Working for the law gives us busy schedules.”

“Woah…so are you guys like, officers or something?” the second guffawed.

“Officers, yeah.” John was irked.

“Huhuhuh…cool bruh!” the third jock inserted. “You two should totally join us!”

Before we could respond, the first jock piped back in, “Yeah dudes! We could have a great sesh between the five of us. Brock here is stellar at arms, and Duke is the best at working those legs and glutes.”

“Jalen’s a pro with chest,” the second jock, Brock, finished. “And you two officer bros, what are you good at?”

I grunted, “Knowing how to refuse an offer.”

It took Brock and Duke, the third jock, a second to process what I had implied, their mental capacities obviously slower than the average male. Jalen was a little faster however, putting on a dumb smile. 

“Your loss bros, but totally understandable,” he shrugged. “In case it wasn’t obvious, we’re on the football team at the local college, so let us know if you need any workout tips or exercises.”

I barely nodded my head, offering a blunt, “Ok, thanks.” John and I then made our way past the bulky jocks, the three of them each larger than either of us. I took a breath as soon as we exited their collective earshot.

“Three cocky dicks,” I snorted. “No better way to start the morning.”

John mockingly agreed. Our workout was brutal, our bodies already tired due to our unusual sleep schedule. This, along with the occasional stare from one of the jocks, only encouraged us to work harder. Nothing was spared from our exercises, we utilized machines that hit multiple areas at once. Arms and chest, legs and back, abs and quads. At the end, we hit the treadmills for a thirty minute run, sneering back at the trio while they stood in front of one of the many mirrors and flexed their pumped arms, taking pictures for social media.

Eventually, we were back in the locker room cleaning up, both expecting the jocks to ambush us again. Fortunately, the lumbering footballers never arrived. John had joked they were probably still drooling over their own muscles in the mirror, and I had replied better they were drooling on themselves then us. I did not want their narcissistic, dim-witted reek all over me, and neither did my partner. We both opted to skip showers; we could take them back at our respective apartments before crashing into our own, cool beds.

As we left the locker rooms and headed towards the exit, we were immediately swarmed by our unwanted acquaintances. 

“You know, bros,” Jalen swung a beefy, sweaty arm around both of us. Brock paced behind me, and Duke followed suit with John. “We never caught your names? We’d like to thank you for your service, officers, whatever it is you do."

His tone was a little menacing, but I knew he would not try to pull something in broad daylight. “Darren,” I responded. “and John.”

Jalen grinned, moving his arms to pat the back of our necks. I felt a little sting at his touch, almost like an electric shock.

“Now c’mon bros, how about you come join us at the frat house where we can properly use your services.”

John frowned, and I retorted with, “I think you boys have had your fun.”

Brock chuckled, “Fun’s not even started broski.”

Duke’s response was even deeper and dumber, “Huhuhuh...dudes aren’t even ready.”

We had finally made it outside, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. I noticed our squad cars parked up front, we would be out of this mess in just a moment.

“Alright, this is our stop,” I exclaimed, making sure the three got my message. Suddenly, a piercing jolt was sent across my spine, traveling all the way from my brain to my toes.

“Our stop is actually over there, officers.” Jalen pointed to the two trucks past their cruisers. “Darren, you can come with me and Brock, Duke here is gonna take John.”

Robotically, my body followed Jalen’s command, tracing behind the first two jocks to their obnoxiously big vehicle. Although I could not turn my head, I could tell John’s body was following the orders as well.

“Disengage Operation Mode, security bypass JALEN, sleep.”

— —

“Engage 25% Operation Mode, security bypass JALEN, wake.”

My eyes fluttered open. I was standing in an empty room, not rigid but not slouching either. To my right, I could sense my partner’s presence, familiar with John’s aura. We were still in our dirty gym gear, although our body odor was nothing compared to the three jocks standing proudly before us. Through the windows behind them, I assumed it to still be some time in the morning, but that was the only piece of the situation that I could try to fathom.

“Bet you’ve never had a mind control chip implanted, have you, officers?”

I tried to respond with something snarky, but my mouth wouldn’t let me.

“We were just trying to be friendly, help some bros out, but you two insulted our kindness.” Jalen stepped a little closer, even from a distance I could feel his large, masculine presence. “Maybe next time you won’t mess with the son of a government-funded millionaire.”

Jalen pointed his fingers at his two goons. Brock and Duke each stepped forward, crossing the distance between them and John and I. They removed our shirts, and although I could see or move my feet, I realized my shoes had already been taken too.

“My dad gifted me some leftover mind-control chips he had built for the military, said I could use them if I ever needed them. Something along the lines of "accessing the nervous system" and "reprogramming capabilities". Didn't matter to me bros, it was all nerd-speak. I just needed the commands.”

If I could have, I would have gulped. Jalen stepped closer as the other jocks discarded our clothes.

“MC 1001, 50% Operation Mode.”

Suddenly, the feeling was restored throughout my body. I did not bother with attempting an escape, recognizing my body was still glued to the floor. When I turned to my partner, I realized John had not been released.

“What’s the plan, Jalen?” I spat.

“You were so rude to us back at our gym when you are employed to be of service” Jalen smirked. "The bros and I thought we should remind you of your duty, and what better way then by dispatching you as our new security guards who obey our every wish and command?”

“So what, you’re going to 'reprogram' us?”

“How about you see for yourself?” Jalen then turned to John. “MC 1002, engage Modification Mode, security bypass JALEN.”

“MC 1002, Modification Mode engaged, security bypass confirmed." It may have been John’s mouth that had opened, but I knew it was not him who was speaking.

“Brock,” Jalen invited. “How about you take the first swing?”

Brock laughed and scratched at his crotch, “Get him jacked bro.”

Jalen turned to Duke, “Anything specific you’d like to add?”

To my surprise, Duke did have something to add–a lot to add: “Make them former rugby players bro, cause rugby is for idiots and rugby players should serve football jocks, the real alphas.”

Jalen raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised too. “Works for me. MC 1002, enter in keywords ‘Rugby’ and ‘Jock’ to the personality frame and set both at 88. Raise ‘Muscle’ by 40 base points and remove any post-secondary education from the mainframe.”

Watching the football neanderthal list off a series of programming commands put our situation into a new perspective. My eyes grew with fear as the changes installed into John’s body. It was like watching a horrible balloon inflation, his body contorting as it expanded. John’s once meager chest bloated into two massive pecs supported by two trunks of legs. His arms cartoonishly bulged until they were practically circular, his pits filling with hair as a tattoo wrapped itself around his right bicep. His face thickened too, adopting a square shape along with a wider nose and thicker stubble.

“Keywords ‘Rugby’ and ‘Jock’ successfully installed.” John’s voice was now deeper, gruffer. “‘Muscle’ upgraded, post-secondary education deleted.”

Jalen nodded, “MC 1002, add 10 base points to his age as well.”

“Adding 10 base points to ‘Age’.” To my shock, I helplessly observed my partner grow older beside me. The skin around his body tightened, pulling in to reveal the more delicate details of his veins and tendons. Wrinkles began to develop across his body along with other age marks. It was painful to watch his hairline slowly pull back, his scalp thinning out into a well-maintained crew cut.

“Here’s the fun part,” Jalen mocked, noting my face of terror. "Lower cognitive abilities by 20 base points and independent identity by 30 base points. Install the ‘Security’ package to the mainframe and boost the ‘Obedience’ category to max potential."

Although there were no visible alterations, I could have sworn the light went out behind my partner’s eyes. “All actions executed, please confirm modifications to MC 1002.”

Jalen smirked, making direct eye contact with me. “Confirm MC 1002, disengage Modification Mode, reengage total Operation Mode.”

To my delight, I watched as John’s body reanimated completely, indicating he now had full control over his body. But any hope I had was immediately crushed as soon as he stood at command, dumbly  grinning with his arms crossed over his chest.

“How can I be of service, sir?” John asked Jalen.

“Go do a full sweep of the yard of something, bro.” Jalen tossed John a pair of sunglasses, not even bothering to hand him any other clothes. Apparently his now too-tight joggers were enough. “Oh, and by the way, you go by Hammer now.”

“Hammer…” John processed. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

I watched as my former partner stomped out of the room, out of our reality.

“Why ‘Hammer’, bro?” Brock piped in from behind me.

“‘Cause he’ll be laying down the law of the land.” Jalen then shifted back to me. “Our other friend here will be ‘Brute’.”

I heard two empty-headed laughs from the two empty-headed jocks behind me.

“He’ll be nothing more than a wall of meat,” Jalen taunted. Before I could insult him back, he instantly shut me up. “MC 1001, engage Modification Mode, security bypass JALEN.”

“MC 1001, Modification Mode engaged, security bypass confirmed." My mouth was out of my control. I tried to fight back, reanimate myself by any means possible.

“Alright Duke, it’s your turn.”

“Same thing as last time, bruh.”

Disappointed, Jalen shifted back to Brock, “Got something else?”

I prayed Brock would not say anything too damaging “Make him huge dude,” he requested, putting me at ease before following up with: “And make him like a butler too.”

Jalen laughed, and if I could have I would have cried.

“Oh MC 1001,” Jalen merrily instructed. “Copy MC 1002’s personality frame and mainframe, and enhance body and clothes proportions to 1.5. ”

“Modifications downloading,” I stated, a sudden sinking emerging in my stomach. In moments, I sprung upwards towards the ceiling, my height soaring above the jocks to an astonishing six and a half feet. Muscles exploded out of my body, bloating me thick with bulk. My arms were plump and my hands meaty. Two juicy pecs larger than my head were now carried by my absolute barrel of a chest, stretched out and taut. My legs were colossal, so dense that I would permanently be forced to take wide, swaggering steps. Even my neck thickened, supporting my newly masculinized skull.

“Copy and paste procedure successful.” My voice was husky, low, deep and booming. “Body and clothes proportions at 1.5.”

“Look at his socks, bro,” I heard Brock snigger behind me. “Whattya think those stompers are?”

“Huhuhuh…I don’t know dude…maybe Size 15?”

“Looks like I missed something,” Jalen appeared disappointed. “MC 1001, reduce reproductive size to 3.”

“Redacting 4 base points from ‘Reproduction’.” I screamed, pleading for this to stop. But no words exited my mouth. Instead, I remained painfully silent as I felt my cock and balls shrivel down within my shorts. 

“Helps with the obedience factor” Jalen stated. “Now, let's lower cognitive abilities by 40 base points and independent identity to 15 base points. Install the ‘Security’ package to the mainframe, boost the ‘Obedience’ category to max potential, and add in keywords ‘Respect’, ‘Humility’, and ‘Subservience’."

I would not give up, I would not cave in. “Please confirm modifications to MC 1002?”

Jalen was finished with his game. “Confirm modifications, disengage Modification Mode, reengage total Operation Mode.”

After a moment, I blinked. My head felt fuzzy, empty, as if some great weight of responsibility had been removed. I dumbly chuckled to myself.

"Feeling good there, bro?” Jalen smiled. “Excited to serve us jocks?"

"Uhhhh, yeah bruh…be of service."

"Well said, Brute."

"Brute?" I smiled lazily. “What can I uh…do bro?”

"First, let’s get you in uniform.” Jalen signaled to Duke, who then tossed a black cap to me. I secured it backwards onto my head proudly.

“Now, clean the frat house from top to bottom. I’m talking dirty laundry in the machine, trash taken out, floors scrubbed–the whole deal. I want this place looking slick before the party starts tonight. Once you’re done with that, you can go patrol the lawn for any feds. Got all that?”

It took a while for me to process everything, but eventually the dumb grin came back to my face.

“Yeah bruh…whatever you need.”

What do you think are the essential transformations required to be a boy toy?

Well obviously physically it's about having that perfectly fuckable ass. Something round and bouncy. A bit of muscle too always helps, some nice thighs and nice pecs.

Most importantly however it's the mental changes. Like the changes you're going through right now. I couldn't explain what the essential transformations were without giving a demonstration.

Do you feel yourself struggling to think about complex subjects? That's the dumbing down, very important.

Do you feel yourself become smaller? Not physically, but as if you always have to look up to other men? Yep, that's the submissiveness. Another crucial change.

I think we'll finish you off with an insatiable sex drive. That's the priority for you now, getting that next dick inside you.

Becoming Dan's

I think Dan is probably obsessed with me. Ever since I joined the gym, he hasn't taken his eyes off me. He asks me every time to help him at the bench, he gives me advice on how to best use the gym equipment, how to improve my diet, he encourages me nonstop. Everyone here seems to love him; he is a trained and rather strong guy, but he is also nice, always with a ready joke and a smile on his face. He doesn't seem at all like the classic blowhard trying to be better than others; it's a pleasure to spend time with him.

The only thing that puzzles me sometimes is the way he looks at me. I think Dan is gay. I've never been the type to judge other people's sexuality, but honestly his naughty looks creep me out sometimes. Despite this, he keeps looking for me at the gym and I keep spending time with him, often without even thinking about it. Moreover, when I leave the gym, I have the feeling that I have forgotten the last moments, as if something fundamental has happened. Anyway, my memory is so blurred that I stop worrying about it --- besides, this forgetfulness is accompanied by a feeling of total comfort. In particular, I frequently forget what goes on in the locker room once I finish training. I guess it's the fatigue.

--- One month later ---

Dan and I are now inseparable. I started going to the gym almost every day, if only to see him. I began to feel the need to talk to him, to train together. When I happen to fail, he sends me selfies, showing me his biceps and reminding me that "no pain, no gain."

I always promise him that I will do my best to be at training the next day. I have never felt such a transport for another man, such a vivid and intense friendship. When I am with him I feel ecstatic, full of energy. His laughter is infectious, we have so much fun together that we even go out together to the pub or dancing at the disco. He revealed to me that he is in fact gay, as I imagined, but I don't really care now. In fact, I must admit that his looks fill me with pride; it means that the hard work is paying off, my body is becoming more toned and muscular. He even convinced me to take a shower at the gym, whereas I used to wash at home. I don't feel any embarrassment being naked with him under the pouring water, in contrary, I occasionally find myself looking at him, fantasizing about when I will also have a body like his.

The amnesias anyway continue, but they are less and less intense. I think it is because I am getting better at handling fatigue.

--- Two weeks later ---

For the past week I've been embarrassed being with Dan. Sure, it's always nice to spend time with him, but I think I'm starting to feel something for him. I never thought I could like men, but it's different with him. I find myself fantasizing about his body, wishing that his mighty arms and massive hairy chest would hold me in a big hug. When it happens --- and it happens often because Dan is a very affectionate guy --- I feel so happy, even though we are covered in sweat. Incredibly, even his masculine stench no longer disgusts me, in fact I find it sweet and pleasant. When we are in the shower, I try not to look at him but his body attracts my eyes like a magnet.

I feel something move in my lower abdomen as I see him soaping himself, his hands touching his body covering the hairs with white foam. I realize I am about to have an erection, at which point I finish the shower as soon as possible, immediately covering myself with the towel and concentrating on something else. Often Dan asks me if everything is all right, I nod and pretend nothing is wrong. Maybe I should talk to him about it more directly, maybe even he, since he is gay, would know how to help me out.

--- One week later ---

I told Dan everything. He was a little shocked, then laughed about it with his usual cheerfulness. He told me it's normal, it's all part of the change my body is going through. The hormones inevitably undergo an awakening when you work out a lot, he says. I trust him because I don't understand anything about it, but I'm heartened to know that it's all okay. He assured me that I'm not turning gay, it's just a phase. He also told me that he will help me manage it, so now after each workout we wait until the gym is half empty, then lock ourselves in the bathroom. In those moments Dan lets me touch his body while he shows me his muscles.

Feeling under my fingers his warm body, his hard skin, and his thick hair causes a visible erection in my underwear. He tells me not to be embarrassed, it is perfectly normal. Sometimes he even lets me do it in the shower, our penises standing erect but I try not to look at them, my gaze focused on his torso and smiling face. Sometimes I think our cocks brushed against each other, at which point I pulled away and covered my face, embarrassed. He after the shower hugs me, tells me it can happen. No homo at all, he told me, it's just a phase. I am really grateful to him.

--- One week later ---

I couldn't resist anymore. One day, as I touched his muscular body in the shower, I launched into a kiss. Dan, to my amazement and wonder, did not pull back. His arms wrapped around me and our tongues entwined. I felt an immense feeling of pleasure come from my belly. I had never felt anything like it in my life. When he let me go, he told me as he dried himself to join him at his house.

When we were there, he told me the whole truth. From the first day he had seen me come in, his eyes had been only for me. He told me that he had liked me for a long time and that he had not hoped for it, but he was so happy to be reciprocated. I, in my heart, thought I was living a dream. I didn't like men and I knew it, but Dan was different. The idea of being with him, even intimately, made me feel an irrepressible joy. That night we kissed again and again, holding each other tightly on his couch, our chests bare, our cocks hard in our pants.

--- Two weeks later ---

My relationship with Dan is going strong. The more days go by, the more I avoid going to the gym. I'm still trying to keep everything a secret, and it would be embarrassing to be seen together while we pretend to be just friends. But every night I'm at his house, we stay naked all the time, sometimes I even spend the night there. Dan is really special, he cares that we take our time since this is the first times with a man for me. Every time we were naked and hugging without the heat of a shower on us was magical. I feel his warm body on me and as our hard cocks touch I feel no embarrassment whatsoever. I press my face to his chest, his hairs scratch my cheeks, and fall asleep smelling the musky scent of his armpits.

He was the first to break the ice: one night on the couch he made me lie down and then put his hand near my penis. Now, when he masturbates me, I lose all inhibitions, my body is pervaded by spasms of pleasure and I cannot hold back moans of ecstasy. When I cum on my belly, he usually wipes me with a handkerchief, caringly. Needless to say, since he started with the blowjobs, everything was amplified, the pleasure, the spasms. I can't resist resting a hand on her head and thrusting, as I feel her tongue wrap wildly around my cock. I erupt each time into her mouth, rivulets of cum flowing from her lips as she watches me. I begin to think it would be nice to reciprocate. His cock is huge, much bigger than mine. Although it is 8-inches long, it always surprises me how massive, wide and powerful it is. The idea of having it in my hands or elsewhere intimidated and excited me at the same time, making me linger every night about what to do.

--- Two weeks later ---

I love Dan's cock insanely. The first night I brought him close to my face I was surprised at how good his smell was; it was much more intense than his armpit scent, but also much sweeter. My body was raced by an uncontrollable craving and I pounced with my lips on his glans, voraciously.

That was a turning point. Now when I enter his house, the first thing I do is open the fly of his pants to give him a proper blowjob. There is nothing better than his cock for me now. His sweet taste blows my mind every time. The first few times it was tricky, I often let myself gag because of its size, it took my breath away. By now I had become masterful. I also started to make him cum in my mouth; the violence with which his penis erupts in my throat is repaid by the delicious taste of his seed, I always drink every drop, as if I were addicted to it. I am totally his now. I find myself mindlessly on my knees before him, panting with my tongue out, a docile little puppy ready to suck his favorite bone. He looks at me contentedly and I feel utter bliss.

--- One month later ---

The other day my historical friends asked me what happened to me. I lied that work was overwhelming me. I actually live permanently at Dan's now. Every day, when we meet again at his house, I do nothing but get wildly fucked.

Since he started pounding my ass, I have no reason to want anything else. When his cock enters my asshole, the rest of the world fades away. Only his eyes remain, his hairy body swaying as he pleasures me wildly. After the pain I felt the first time, I thought I could do without it, but Dan is magnetic. The idea of being submissive to him is the most exciting part of it. We don't even use lubricants anymore, by now my anus is so broken in that his penis enters without resistance. We fuck for hours, me always aroused despite muscle aches, him always craving my body. His smug smile cleanses me of effort and pain. I think I have fallen completely in love with him, my massive stud.

--- One month later ---

Dan is not only the love of my life now. Dan is my master. We started playing more and more within the walls of his house, me getting more and more excited to be obedient to him. It all started when he asked me to call him "Daddy."

I was very excited by the idea, the sense of protection our relationship gave me was immediately heightened. Then he began to treat me like a little dog; I had the purpose of bringing objects back to him with my mouth, licking his feet while he showed me how strong he was --- there was no one stronger than Daddy Dan.

Every task completed produces an orgasm in me. I often have a tail plug inserted as well, to be even more of his obedient little pup. He loves it when I pull out my tongue and panting yearn for his cock, I can see it in his eyes.

--- Two months later ---

Dan is my only universe. I've been leaving his house for weeks just to go to the gym --- everyone knows about us by now --- or to go grocery shopping. I am his property now, and I couldn't be happier. I left my old home, my job, my friends, but I found the greatest joy, that of being my Daddy's obedient slave. He revealed to me that when I am hesitant, he pulls out a magic pendulum from his pocket and hypnotizes me. He confessed to me that he has always done this since we first met. He told me that the amnesias that plagued me were nothing more than his orders, the command to erase the traces of every instruction he had given me. But everything that had taken place in the last few months was the result of his manipulation. He had hypnotized me, controlled me to make me first his friend, then his lover. All with the clear intention of making me his property. From the first moment he had seen me, it had all been planned.

The revelation did not arouse anger in me; far from it, I felt deeply honored. My daddy Dan is always so considerate, he knows I could only be happy like this, dominated by his piercing eyes, his hairy, muscular chest, his huge cock. I will now have the thoughtfulness to reciprocate him, forever, like the good little boy I have become.

A Surprise Gift

“Are you fucking for real dude?” Jim slammed the door to their apartment and stumbled toward the couch, “I was this close.” He sat down and stared daggers at his roommate.

“She wasn’t interested bro.” Eric replied, “You were acting like a fucking creep.” Jim muttered a few curse words under his breath, “Sober up.” He tossed him a water bottle.

“Fucking cock blocker.” Jim whined before chugging the water, “She would’ve been lucky to...”

“You say that about everyone. Its gross man.” Eric sighed, “Look, I’m going to bed. You should too. And clean up the kitchen tomorrow. I’m tired of all the dishes in the sink.” Jim shot him another dirty look and stumbled to his bed.

“Fucking asshole.” Eric mumbled, hoping to forget this stupid night out. 

_______

The next morning, Eric stumbled out of his room in just a pair of gray boxers. It was Sunday and he had a few things he needed to get done- mainly study for an upcoming exam and exercise. And of course, Jim was up playing videogames.

“Did you start on the dishes?” Jim glared at Eric, and before they could continue bickering, someone knocked on their door.

Jim mumbled something about it being too early, as Eric walked over and opened the door. Sitting in front of the door was a white box, addressed to Jim.

“Hey Jim, you got something.” Eric said, placing the box on the counter, “Any idea what it might be?”

Jim smirked, “Probably from one of my admirers.” He chucked, walking over and tearing open the box, “See dude, this is what happens when you... what the fuck?”

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the contents of the box. Whoever left it had a sense of humor. There were several dick shaped lollipops, all of various sizes and colors. Jim looked mortified as he inspected them.

“Was this you dude?”

“Wasn’t me.” Eric replied, walking over and inspecting the contents, “Maybe someone’s trying to tell you something. You gonna try one?”

“No fucking way man.” Jim grimaced in disgust, “This mouth doesn’t suck dick. I’m throwing this shit out.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m not that insecure about my sexuality.” He said with a grin, plopping one of the lollipops in his mouth, “Besides, don’t you like doing it with guys too?”

Jim smirked, “I get sucked or I fuck. Not the other way around. I’m not some hole.”

Eric wanted to call Jim an asshole, but was at a loss for words. The flavor of the lollipop was intense, coating his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness. He began sucking vigorously on the lollipop, earning him a look from Jim.

“Yo dude, you enjoying that?” Jim chuckled.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Damn,” He chucked in embarrassment, “It’s pretty good.” He looked at the time though and sighed, “Shit I need to get ready. Finish those dishes, okay?”

But the rest of the day just didn’t feel right to Eric. Likely from the booze he told himself. His workout was shitty and even studying felt useless. Material he mastered was almost as confusing as when he first started. Feeling defeated, he headed back to his apartment.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jim asked, his eyes never leaving the TV.

“Not much, just feeling off.” Eric replied, absent mindedly grabbing another lollipop and sucking on it, “Just gonna get ready for bed and start fresh tomorrow.” He stumbled to his room, collapsing onto his bed and drifting to sleep.

_______

The next morning brought no relief. In fact, Eric felt worse. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed things were off. Maybe it was the lighter color of his hair, or the fact that his triceps and biceps looked less swole. Same with his pecs and legs for that matter. He poked at his pec and grimaced. It felt less firm, almost as if the muscle behind them was breaking down.

“I just need to work out.” He mumbled.

He threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, noticing that they seemed baggy on him compared to their usual tight fit. He probably fucked them up in the laundry. But he was running late- he didn’t have time to worry.

“See yA lAter!” He called out to Jim- his voice cracking, which caused him to turn red with embarrassment.

Jim raised an eyebrow and watched as Eric grabbed another lollipop, “Hey dude, maybe...” But before he could say anything, Eric was gone.

_______

Eric sighed as he returned to the apartment later that day, feeling defeated. He couldn’t focus on the review session his professor was leading. Every time he looked up, he couldn’t help but stare at some of the men in his class. More specifically their muscular arms, sexy smiles, and facial hair. While Eric never seemed to notice those things before, it was all he could focus on during class.

“Hey mAn.” Why the fuck did his voice keep cracking?

Jim looked over at Eric, “Woah dude, you don’t look so good.” He walked over to his roommate. Eric blushed when he noticed Jim wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

He must’ve just worked out. Eric could smell his musk and couldn’t help but notice how big his arms appeared. The heat from his body was radiating, and without thinking, Eric placed a hand on his roommate’s large pec. It felt so good- so firm in his grasp.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” Eric’s hand shot to his side. He looked down, deep in thought and trying to make sense of his actions.

Before Jim could speak again, Eric grabbed another lollipop and fled to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto bed, tears stinging at his eyes.

_______

The following morning, Eric awoke and daintily hopped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He found himself needing to pull up his boxers to prevent them from sliding off his skinny waste. When Eric rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared in the mirror, he jumped.

“Wh-what the fuck?” He whispered, his voice more high pitched and feminine, “Where’d my pit hair go?” He mumbled raising an arm above his head, “Fuck what happened to my muscles?” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

His hard earned muscles- tokens of his masculinity- all seemed to have shrunk down to nothing. His abs that he worked so hard on were gone, replaced by a thin layer of fat. He spent years working to get his body to peak athletic performance. Even a few days of underperformance at the gym shouldn’t have reversed his hard earned gains. He needed to get help... Jim could help him, right? Jim always looked good. So muscular and manly. Eric shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I kinda look like the guys Jim brings home” He whispered, a strange pride rising from within him, “I-I need to talk to Jim”, He left to find Jim. But as he did, he noticed the dishes still piled in the sink, “Hmm I should take care of those for Jim. He works so hard.” He thought, deviating from his path and grabbing another lollipop. If he was going to do the dishes, he might as well treat himself.

And when he finally finished, he treated himself to another lollipop. Barely remembering why he wanted to talk, he went to knock on Jim’s door. But the sound coming from the other side stopped him- the unmistakable sound of some porn video. And he could hear his roommate moaning.

With each masculine moan, Eric’s mind was melting. Why was some porno making Jim moan like that? Especially when he could make Jim moan like that? The thought of pleasing Jim... it was intoxicating. And as these thoughts violated his mind, he reached down and massaged his ass. He imagined Jim- his sweaty body, his big muscles, his huge dick- grabbing and slapping his ass And as he teased his asshole, Eric’s eyes began to widen- what the fuck was he thinking?  

He scurried back to his room, forgetting that he had an exam today. Instead, he sat there, sucking on another lollipop, and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. All the while, unaware that his ass was starting to fatten up as his dick shrank.  

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Eric stumbled out of his room a few hours later, hungering for another lollipop. His ass was massive now- nearly spilling out of his tight boxers. At least they weren’t loose anymore. But his gait had shifted too. He would never be able to walk again without showing off his ass with his sexy saunter. No one would ignore it- especially not Jim.

“Dude...” Jim said, looking up from his videogame, “Fuck...”

Eric’s face turned red, “Dude, I don’t...” He tried to find another lollipop but they were gone, “Bro! What happened to all the...?”

“You ate them all.” Jim said, walking over to Eric, “Shit, what happened to you dude?”

But Eric was near tears, “I need those lollipops, please.” He whined, “They’re so good.” And without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Jim’s muscular torso and sobbed into his pecs.

Jim smirked. Since when was Eric so short? And damn, when did his ass get so fuckable? The jock cupped Eric’s chin and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Eric, I don’t know what happened to you.” He said with a grin, “But if you wanna suck cock so bad, why settle for those stupid lollipops?”

Eric looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. Jim slowly pushed Eric to his knees, never breaking eye contact. And Eric, despite the voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stop, pulled down Jim’s shorts. His roommate’s monster of a cock slapped him in the face.

“Go on.” Jim encouraged, “I think you owe me for all the times you cock blocked me. Right roomie?”  

And with that, Eric wrapped his lips around Jim’s thick cock. The sensation was even more intoxicating than the lollipops. It filled his mouth- the saltiness dancing across his taste buds, while the smell of Jim’s manly musk invaded his nostrils. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jim thrust his cock deeper and deeper into his formerly straight roommate’s throat. And with each thrust, Eric’s hair became lighter and lighter- until settling on platinum blond. At the same time, Eric’s mind was breaking down. His interest in sports disintegrated- he would email his coaches that he was quitting the team. His desire to succeed in school was replaced by a need to suck and get fucked- he would drop out of school tomorrow. Any decency or respect he commanded was drowned in a sea of lust- a need for cock. Any cock, anywhere. Eric’s eyes became vacant and glazed over as the remainder of his intelligence, kindness, and ambition disappeared into the void. And when Jim caught the dull, submissive, slutty look in his roommate’s eyes, he came.

_______

It had been a few weeks since then and Eric continued to serve his sexy roommate. Jim would go to practice and classes, while Eric would take care of things around the apartment. And when Jim would return, Eric was happy to provide him with either his mouth or ass. Sure, it was a surprise to when he came out as gay. And an even bigger surprise when he dropped out of college. But Eric hadn’t a care in the world. Just a hole- as Jim called him.

As he spent another day cleaning up after Jim, he heard a knock at the door.

“OMG is Scott here already?” Eric sang. Jim was nice enough to let the other members of the team use Eric when they needed. But Eric was disappointed to find just a letter addressed to him, “Hmm okay then.” He whined, opening it.

His vacant eyes read through the letter. Something about an apology. That those lollipops were meant to teach Jim a lesson for using others as nothing more than holes. That this wasn’t what they wanted. That there could be a way to reverse this. Eric giggled- a voice screaming from within his mind to reverse it. To call the number left on the letter and return him to his prior self. But Eric shrugged and tore the letter- the voice in the back of his head now sobbing.

“Reverse this?” He giggled, “Not a chance.”

After bullying the nerds at his college for so long, Josh finally met his comeuppance.

Over the course of a week, the jock felt himself getting dimmer and dimmer, having much more difficulty concentrating in class or even performing some of the simplest tasks. All he seemed to really be able to concentrate on was working out in the gym and flexing his big muscles for the scrawny nerds.

It came to a climax when Josh spotted Nicky, one of the Mathlete nerds, getting pushed around. Out of instinct, Josh pushed his muscled chest out and rushed over, feeling some inane protective instincts over his nerd.

Due to his size, Josh easily intimidated the jock and sent him scurrying off.

"Thanks, Josh," Nicky smiled, patting the dumb jock on his meaty shoulder. "You're such a good boy."

Josh beat his large pecs with pride, holding his head up high as he assumed his role as the nerds' dumb musclepet.

My mate convinced me to slip in to his latex suit. It was one of those long legs with short arms. It was awesome.. getting it on was a struggle as he was a size smaller than me, but once I was in.. it felt amazing.. it was tight, my arms filled the short sleeves, my legs, butt, cock, all filled it..

He can over to me and touched me. Even that felt good. Then he said

“Want to try something a little different?”

I was like sure. He pulls out his phone and the next thing I know the suit is constricting on me. Getting tighter, squeezing me.. it was enjoyable to start with until it got painfull. My mate said something and all I heard was “I’m turning you in to the perfect twink. Trust me, you will enjoy it.”

This was as I felt my height being compressed from 6foot to 5’4”. My arms, legs, feet all getting smaller.. everything about me getting younger.. my eyes and hair turning dark brown. My face changes, my skin, every part Of me is not how it was.

I could feel the changes happening, as I felt all the hair on my body pull in to me.. I was down on my knees, sat back on my feet as I felt the chain collar be put on me, the wrist cuffs and the knee pads and the sneakers..

I lost all my muscles as my body became lean. Thin with a hot set of abs. A good new mouth, with a change to my gag reflex. The suit was still tight on me, but not in the shoulders or the arms. Intact when I saw myself in the mirror, he was right.. I was perfect. Don’t get me wrong I do miss my old body, but the fun I’ve had as the new me was worth it.

Master

It had only been a week since the last time I had seen him, so why is my normally scrawny dorm mate and best bro standing in front of me… changed?

Rufus had always been an… interesting kind of guy. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just… he’s always been a little different from the rest of us bros. Can’t hate him though, known that guy since Elementary School. He’s a brother to me. He’s always been shy, quieter than the other bros in our group so was no surprise to me when he came out as gay. Of course I had no problem with it, just cause I’m a straight jock doesn’t mean i’m an asshole! Anyways, it didn’t change anything between us and we respected each other’s boundaries since he was my best friend. But the dude in front of me right now, that’s not my bro.

“Dudeeee Spring Break was so sick! It was totally life changing man, when I went on that trip with my fam I found this little plant and dude ever since I touched it I just feel brand new, you feel?” Rufus rambled on, saying this as he relaxed back against the dorm wall, revealing his bushy pits.

Instantly this smell hit my nose, catching me by surprise. Usually Rufus was this clean freak who made sure he smelled like roses and babies and shit, even making sure I washed up properly. He hated stink! “Rufus-“

“Nahhh man just call me Roof, that names sooo uptight!” he briefly interrupted.

“Alright Roof…” I paused, adjusting to the name, “I mean you do look brand new, and you’re acting well brand new too? Haven’t you seen yourself?”

A confused look spread across his face, “Aw thanks bro! I’m happy you finally brought up the ‘stache — I’ve been growin’ it out! And I think maybe I’m just more chill cuz of spring break, still pretty relaxed now y’know?”

Now I was the one confused. “Bro do you really not notice anything different about yourself?”

My best friend seemed concerned for me now, “You trippin’ bro? I mean I’m the same old Roof as always?”

This was driving me nuts. One, my best friend, who is normally a scrawny, nerdy guy looks like if you took him and turned him into huge dumb muscular oaf. Two, he stinks, which Rufus never does. And three, he doesn’t notice anything different?”

“Hey man,” The man who says he’s Rufus but ISN’T Rufus slowly said, “You seem a little stressed. Maybe you just gotta chill out, like me…” I looked up a smile slowly start to creep across his dumb face and suddenly, the entire room felt… damp.

In the sense of both wet and humid… and also kind of heavy. Almost like… my brain was slowing down… growing kinda tired… it was so hot in here… and it smells so bad… so fucking stinky. Pushing through this… trying to open up… window…

As I sluggishly made my way over to the dorm room window and reached to open it, Roof spoke commandingly, “Nah man leave it closed.”

I stopped in my tracks. My body wasn’t moving anymore. I was frozen. A wave of panic and anxiety washed over me, what the hell was going on??

I was able to move my eyes, glancing over to Roof as terror filled my mind. “Don’t worry, you’re okay bro. Just come on over here” he beckoned with his a motion of his hand.

Suddenly all the worry in my mind vanished and I felt perfectly fine, other than the odor in the room. I held in my breath as I made my way over to Roof the smell becoming more and more pungent as I drew closer. I stopped in front of him, looking him in the eye I noticed there was an aura of confidence in them I didn’t recognize.

“You don’t like the smell bro? C’mon just try it. Breathe in it for a second,” Roof urged, scratching his wiry pit hair, causing more odor to escape from the bush.

My tensed muscle instantly relaxed, following his suggestion. I closed my eyes and began to breathe in the putrid odor his body was emanating. It smelled like cheese, eggs, sweat, farts, and protein — everything the locker room does after a long practice. Weirdly enough, I could pick up on some hidden notes, a taste of spice and the tropics. Even weirder, I started to like it. I could feel sweat drip from my brow, the room getting much stuffier and hotter. I began to take in deeper breaths, the mix of Roof’s stink and oxygen clouding my mind as I tried to keep myself from passing out.

“That’s it bro… keep breathing it in. Keep breathing me in.”

I opened my eyes to find my body had slumped to the ground, muscles weak and on my knees in front of Roof. The weight of the air around us kept me on the ground, I could barely muster the strength to get up or even move. He was looking down at me with a face full of pride and a sense of dominance. I felt… content.

He ripped off his sweat soaked wifebeater, tearing through it easily with his muscles. Tossing the shreds ti the side, he began to flex his bicep right above my face and suddenly another wave of must hit me. This time however it was stronger, even more mind-fucking, like inhaling him straight from the source. Droplets of his salty sweat began to fall on my face, one by one, and all feelings of disgust went out the window. Without command, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out to catch them. I heard Roof let out a dumb chuckle from above as he watched with content. I could feel my dick hardening in my shorts. I didn’t care. I didn’t care how gay this was, how stupid and weak I look on my knees, all I cared about was this.

As the foreign liquid fell into my mouth, my eyes shot open with disgust. The taste was sweet, putrid, salty, like spoiled juice left in a dumpster out in the rain and yet so addicting. The couple droplets I had tasted acted as an energy shot as I jumped up off my knees and brought my tongue straight into his hairy armpits. Grabbing his onto his flexed bicep for support, I raked my tongue across the bushy coils and wet skin, taking in every rancid flavor and droplet. Taking a deep breath in of his stink, the smell was heavenly now. I couldn’t live without it. A warm feeling began to fill my stomach as I lapped up more of his sweat while my mind became completely fogged as I huffed his musk. I could feel my rock hard boner was straining against my shorts, begging to be let go.

“Good boy,” Roof whispered into my ear. Almost like a trigger word for some sleeper agent, I slumped back onto my knees as my mind went blank and my eyes glossed over.

It was some dream state. Indescribable. Pure bliss. I couldn’t hear or see anything, just blurbs and slight movements. I picked up on bits of what Roof was saying. I could hear him pacing around me in the small dorm room. “Finally … waited all these years … in love with you … but you … straight … can’t handle … anymore … now you’re mine.”

With those final words my eyes fluttered open. I was on my knees on the floor of my dorm room. I looked up and there he was. Master was standing in front of me.

“Who’s a good boy?” He smirked as he began pulling his sweatpants down — he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His pubes created a blanket of dark grass from which his cock sprouted from and balls hung. I stared at it intently, like a dog eyeing a meat stick hungrily. It was thick and girthy, like an uncut sausage hanging downwards and from the scent I was picking up, I could tell I was going to find a treasure trove of cheese if I rolled back the skin. His balls were perfect, filled with my master’s seed. I had one purpose, please him.

I wrapped my lips around his manhood and began to go to town, bobbing my head up and down. I rolled back the skin to reveal his perfect head and I assumed correctly. I looked up at my Master with happiness as he smirked, placing his hands in my hair as he guided me down the shaft. I swirled my tongue as I went down, picking up all the cheesy goodness and tasting every flavor imaginable. With ease I made it down to his pubes, his 10 inches in my throat — Master trained me well. I sniffed his musky carpet before my master’s hands pushed me back to the tip of his cock. Rinse and repeat, each with a different level of feverish desire. Master bobbed me up and down his dick, using me as nothing more than a toy. I didn’t care. I loved it. I could feel his tangy pre-cum as it started to lubricate the inside of my mouth, preparing for the arrival of his seed. I rolled my eyes back from pure pleasure of his taste. Back - forth - back - forth, he continuously thrust into my mouth and down my throat, gripping my hair like handles. I felt nothing more than ecstasy when he treated me this way. Finally I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and he slowed his pace allowing me to catch my breath and regain some autonomy in the situation. I wrapped both my hands around his shaft, the girth akin to a coke can, and placed my lips on his tip and began to suck again. Almost as if beckoning the seed to spout from the hole, my master’s hot moans escaped his mouth, telling me I should go on. With one final pop, his seed exploded into my mouth, filling me with the highest honor of being his slave.

He continuously pumped into my mouth groaning loudly as he did so, it had to have been seven or eight times until he finally had run out. Similar to his sweat, I could feel this warm sensation as his seed slipped down my throat as I swallowed his load. Suddenly I felt my form begin to change. I jutted my ass backwards, feeling it expand and balloon with the perfect amount of muscle and fat to keep my Master satisfied. I flexed my thighs as they grew meatier while my hips widened to bear Master’s children. Sweat dripped between my cheeks and into my crack, tickling and stimulating my asshole, beginning what would soon be my life long yearning for cock to fill my hole. I was becoming perfectly sculpted to my Master’s desires, and I was so happy.

My head throbbed with pain as memories and intelligence, anything I knew about myself for the past 20 years of my life was dissolved into my balls. I could feel my erection becoming harder and harder and my balls churning until I blew my load, all over the dorm floor. Almost instantly after, the dick I once used to conquest women turned into a pathetic excuse for a manhood. The sensation in my body dissipated and my muscles relaxed, cementing my physique and rendering my dick at an almost unusable state. That’s okay, I won’t need it.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Bad boy… look at what you did to my floor.” I heard Master’s voice scolding me from above.

I hung my head low with embarrassment as I got on all fours and groveled at his smelly feet, “I’m so sorry Master, please forgive me.”

As I looked back up, I could see as Master Roof grabbed his cock and jerked it, and suddenly he was back at full mast. I licked my lips with both hunger and happiness, looks like he was in a good mood today.

He smirked when he saw the lust in my eyes, “Let’s see how many loads it’ll take to get you pregnant.”

I've always enjoyed reading transformation fiction, and it's always such a shame that's all it is...fiction. There are so many things I could think about becoming if it were all real, but I understand the risks. For example, I have a close mate of mine that I've had something of a crush on for years now, super tall and slim but toned where he needs to be, dark curly hair, well groomed beard, and such a nice ass that definitely doesn't match his slender figure. Shame he's straight. I want nothing more than to be with him. It would be easy to try and change him to suit my needs, but that might change the way I see him. Even if I changed myself to be what he wants, those wants could change on a whim and then I'm stuck with him showing me no attention because his interest has gone.

No, I don't want to be what he wants; I want to be what he needs.

I have to admit, your mate is very handsome indeed. I understand why you'd have a crush on him. I mean, it's obvious just from the way you describe him. You're completely head over heels for him. But you don't want me to change him for you because .... you're scared you won't find him hot anymore ? So instead you want to ignore your feelings and become what HE wants instead ? It's kinda pathetic ... dude, you need to stop thinking about what other people want and think about what YOU want ! Take what's rightfully yours !

Now, i already hear you saying "he isn't for me to take", "it's objectifying", "even if i wanted to i'm not like that anyway", "i'm way out of his league" bla bla bla... Quit finding excuses bro. You said you wanted to become what he needs. Have you ever thought that what he's always needed was a man powerful enough to claim him ? I'm here to help you get what you want, do you want to pass that up ?

That's what i thought. Alright, so you'll need to listen to what i'm saying and everything will work out. I want you to close your eyes and think about your crush. Think about his dark locks and his beautiful eyes. Think about his plump lips and his fit body. How does that make you feel ?

"Like i want to be with him so bad ... like i want him to be my boyfriend ..."

Good ! These are your desires so why should you ignore them ? You want him to be yours right ? You want to make him yours ?

"Yeah .... i guess ....."

Alright, now i want you to think about his bubble butt, the one you've been secretly glancing at for years. Think about how round it is, how defined it looks in his gym shorts, how it bounces whenever he walks. What do you want to do with it ? You want to grab it right ?

"hum ... yeah ...."

But you want to do more than that. When you're at his place and you see him sleep, you want to grab his ass right ? You want to jiggle his plump bubble butt and feel it bounce. You want to spread his cheeks and then grind your dick against his tight hole right ?

"fuck .... yeah, i want that !"

You want to shove him into the mattress and shove your hard dick into him. You want him to take the full length of your cock and then you want to pound his ass into submission. You want both of you to fuck so hard that you'll be completely covered in sweat and that you'll fall asleep with your dick still in his warm hole.

"FUCK YES !!!"

"... but .... he's straight. I can't force that on him."

You won't have to force him. You'll convince him to give himself to you. You know you want it. Don't fight it bro, these feelings you've always had for him. Every time you see him, it's the only thing you can think about: turning him into your own personal buttslut.

You have the power to make that happen in you. Feel that burning power coursing through your veins. Feel how it's making your muscles surge, how it's making your dick enlarge into a tool designed for wrecking holes, how it's making you grow into the dominant jock with the strength to make him yours. And how it's filling you with the confidence to do it

At first you fight against your urges. This doesn't feel like who you are. But gradually, you realize that your obsession with your mate is too overwhelming, and it'll only be quenched if you accept this change.

Don't fight it bro, give in to your desires. Becomes the alpha beast that'll convert your mate into the cock-hungry bottom boy of your dreams. Accept these desires. Feel the countless tattoos etching themselves on your skin as you accept them, each one representing a desire you've embraced.

You eventually go beyond mere accentance, fully assimilating your desires into your very being. With it you've converted into a manly arrogant fuckboy who'll take what is rightfully his.

Open your eyes bro.

Check yourself out man. Feel those powerful rippling muscles. Smell that sweaty musk that'll get any bottom boy you want on their knees. Yeah, i can tell you love your new body by that smug look on your chiseled face.

Your personality has been improved: bolder, cocky, dominant, with a sex drive to match your new needs. Your massive package is already begging -no, demanding attention. You're a sexual beast. Now go and do what you've always wanted to.

Your mate was shocked by your new appearance. Your old self only peeking through in the traits of your face, otherwise drowned in a sea of muscle and ink.

"Dude, what happened to you ?"

"You'll address me as Sir from now on, boy."

Wasting no time, grabbing him forcefully and forcing him on his knees in front of you. You hold the back of his head and force him into the front of your shorts, making him breathe the musk emanating from your bulging package. Your mate struggles against you, pushing against you and trying to get himself free from the stench.

"Breathe in boy."

He resists at first, trying to get away and holding in breath so as not to inhale your intoxicating musk. But your masculine pheromones eventually start taking effect, clouding his brain in fluffy cotton candy. You feel his resistance gradually break down. His eyes glaze over and his arms fall to his sides. He's now taking deep breaths of your sweaty aroma, moaning in pleasure.

You finally got him exactly where you wanted him. Lifting his chin up, you looked at him in his puppy eyes and slid your thumb in his mouth.

"Daddy's gonna pop your cherry now. Turn around"

With a nod, your mate turned around and presented his willing ass to you. Not wasting any time, you ripped his shorts appart, revealing the smooth bubble butt you had spent so long fantasizing about. You whipped out your ten-inch cock and positioned its head against his tight hole.

With one deep stroke, you entered your whole length inside his ass. He groaned in pain at first, unfamiliar with this new sensation. It was entirely foreign to him. You didn't move, resting your hip against his ass, letting him get used to the feeling of your cock inside of him.

After breaking him in, you started going back and forth in thrusts of increasing energy. Your sexual needs took over, this was what you had been waiting for for so long. You pinned him down and went to town on his ass. His tight warm hole felt amazing, better than you could have ever imagined. With loud animalistic grunts, you gave your former mate a true pounding ... and he was loving it (click to see).

His hole was getting wrecked but it was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. The feeling of your throbbing cock pushing against his prostate was completely rewiring his brain. You were making him high off of your dick and you were determined to make him fully addicted. With each thrust, more of his straightness was decimated and a bottom slut was being born. How could he have missed out on this for so long.

“Ahhh, fuuuuuuck. Holy shit dude.”

"Yeah that’s right bitch. You're gonna be my bottom bitch now boy."

"Please... make me your bitch, sir"

His hole was conforming perfectly to the shape of your cock and the sensation was making both of you go wild. You continued dicking him down like an animal in heat. You fucked him like you wanted his hole to be forever molded to your cock. Eventually, you exploded in a torrent of cum inside of him; seeding him and marking him as yours forever.

Feeling the flood of seed inside him, he came right after you. He would be addicted to getting his ass pounded for the rest of his life. You had transformed your former mate into nothing more than a cum-hungry slut.

Along with his rewritten psyche, his physical appearance quickly changed as well. The newly christened buttslut now only wore extremely revealing and tight clothes in order to show off his body to other men. He exclusively wore jockstraps so that any man could have easy access to his ass. His entire existence now revolved around pleasing men by getting his hole as well as his dick sucking lips stuffed with thick dicks.

His plain hair was bleached and dyed hot pink so that anyone would be aware of his bottom status. A permanent look of submissiveness was plastered on his face. The glint of intelligence in his eyes had faded and his dull look now only betrayed his craving for cum.

You were the first man in a long list of men who'll be using his holes from now on. But, as the first man to ever fucked and seed him with your potent cum, he would always belong to you. You had cunted him and his hole will forever be tailor made for your dick.

You finally had the fucktoy himbo boyfriend of your dreams. Enjoy !

Hey hi, I need your help asap! I was talking with my roommate and he told me about your new special deal. And I wasn’t really interested but my roommate let slip that he was gonna ask you to turn me into a nymphomaniac hunk for him. And I don’t want that, so I rushed to write to you. Please can you turn my roommate into anything that will prevent him to turn me, maybe show him a taste of what he wanted to force me into? Thanks a lot!

Subject: Customer Service Ticket #3478

Dear (REDACTED),

We hope to alleviate any concerns you have about our services. However, at this time, we are unable to process any changes regarding Order #100765. Any changes will need to be made by the authorized purchaser. If there is any other way we can be of assistance, please feel free to contact us at the number below. Otherwise, we know that you’ll soon be satisfied.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

One email and I was left in a panic. I can’t believe my roommate would try to change me. I called the number included on the email, dialed 2 for customer service, and waited as the hold music played. All the while I was left thinking. We had the usual quibbles about dishes and cleaning up and all that, but committing to the kind of shit he had laid out in his order? It had to be some kind of prank. I was just in circles, kept thinking how there must be a way to cancel the order. All the while I was listening to instrumentals of jazzy horns and synths. You waited five, ten, twenty minutes on the line, hoping for a response. You had other plans today, but this had shot those down. You could only sit, wait, and listen.

After 30 minutes of waiting and stewing, someone finally picked up on the line,

“Hello, is this (REDACTED)?”

“Yes! Finally. I have been waiting forever. You’ve got to help me man.”

“I’m sorry to hear you have been waiting so long. Have you been just listening to that horrible hold music for half an hour?” He sounded condescending, like he wasn’t taking my dilemma seriously.

“Yea, now I need your help. I need to cancel an order.”

“Are you sure you need to boy toy?”

The words bounced in your head and your jaw went slack. You feel strange… dizzy and confused. “Huuuh?” was all you could get out.

“Yeah boy toy, just tell me what you need changed? Unless the wait helped you calm down?”

Your mind raced, to think of what you needed. But the more you tried to think, the harder it felt, “Uhhhhh…”

The man’s voice turned helpful, “Well, let’s go over the order just in case, shall we?” You sat and listened as he rattled off details. “Let’s see, we have an order here for a sexy hunk, with an increased sex drive. One of our best lines. That sound okay?”

He sounded confident. Was it really the best? You must have wanted the best, “Yes.”

“Good, so that comes with our lean muscle package, with abs, pecs, and a bubble butt extension. Does that feel right?”

You feel a shift beneath you, and looking down something feels wrong. You weren’t expecting to see perfectly tanned skin, pulled tight against your six pack. As you glide your hand down your form it all feels so firm. So muscular. Your mind tries to think of a reason not to, but you mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy toy,” you lit up a bit. You liked it when he called you that. “Now, it also does come with a facial remodel. And I have it in the notes here you want the hair platinum blonde?”

You felt pressure in your face. Your open mouth snapped tight as your bones shaped and remodeled themselves. The pain was sudden and sharp. But by the time you lifted your hand to your jaw, it had stopped. Quickly, the memory faded to the background as you relaxed again, drool pooling out newly plumped lips, “Yuuh.”

“Perfect, perfect. Now, the last change I have here is a priority shift. You want to think only with your hungry hole boy toy?”

The hormone levels in your body jumped as your ass shifted uncomfortably beneath you. You needed to contain it, have some sense of control. Or do you? As you let yourself relax, you began grinding against the ground beneath you. Only one thought was left in your mind: you needed your hole filled. You began playing with yourself, and a faint moan was all that the operator needed to hear.

“I think that’s everything. Boy toy, wake up.” The fog receding in your mind did nothing to mask the horniness. If anything it made the need more clear. “Thank you for calling The Spiral customer service line. Goodbye!” And he was gone.

You barely could manage to navigate your way home. Every man was a distraction, as your mind raced with fantasies of being groped and used. But something within you made sure you made it through the complex door and safely into your apartment. You wanted to just lay down and try to sort out the day. But the man spreading out on your couch stopped you in your tracks.

A small voice in the back of your mind tried to say something was wrong. But your roommate on the couch looked so right. His features glistened in the dim light, highlighting his muscular physique and masculine features. His old, well worn wife beater and grey stained shorts left little to the imagination. And the sloppy demeanor and funk he emanated clashed with your clean and well-toned body. But the way his eyes fixed on you, the hunger and swagger in his gaze, left you weak in the knees. The attraction was instant, and with no willpower left, you buried yourself in his body and began worshiping this pillar of masculine energy. Inhibition was gone as you licked at the thin fabric separating you from your prize. And as he pulled his waistband down and shoved his sweaty cock down your throat, you let his flavor coat your pallet.

“Welcome home boy toy,” he groaned. That’s right. You were his little boy toy.

A buzz came from your roommate’s pocket.

Subject: Order #100690 Fulfilled

Dear (REDACTED)

Your order has been fulfilled. We have also closed Ticket #3478 at this time. We know you have many options, but thank you for the support.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

Genie's lamp

Lex strolled along the cobblestone streets of the small coastal town, soaking in the salty breeze that whispered tales of the sea. His summer holidays had brought him here, seeking respite from the bustling city life and his studies that had consumed him for so long. As he wandered, a glint of light caught his eye, drawing him to a narrow side street where an ancient-looking shop stood, its wooden sign creaking in the wind. Intrigued, Lex pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside, the musty smell of old books and incense enveloping him. Shelves lined with peculiar artifacts and trinkets stretched out before him, each item holding a hint of mystery within its aged confines. "Welcome, young traveler," a voice called out, drawing Lex's attention to a figure behind the counter. Declan, the shop owner, stood before him, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Feel free to browse my collection. I must make a quick errand to the post office, but I'll return shortly." As Declan made his exit, Lex's curious gaze wandered over the shelves filled with curiosities from distant lands. His eyes landed on a tarnished Arabic lamp, its intricate designs whispering of tales untold.

As he lifted the lamp, a playful grin tugged at his lips, recalling childhood tales of genies and their whimsical magic. He rubbed the lamp absentmindedly, half-expecting nothing but a puff of dust to emerge. Lex's eyes widened in awe as he watched the ancient lamp in his hands start to emit wisps of smoke. His heart raced with excitement, a smile spreading across his face. The air crackled with energy as the smoke coalesced into a muscular figure, clad in black leather harem pants, standing with their back to him.

"Cool, a real genie! I already know what I will wish for! Ahm… what’s actually your name, genie?" Lex exclaimed, overcome with excitement. Turning slowly to face Lex, the genie's eyes gleamed with a potent mix of mischief and malevolence. "I am Jafar," the genie rumbled, his voice laced with authority "You will refer to me as Master, mere mortal." Confusion clouded Lex's features at the genie's command. "Master? What do you mean?" he spluttered, uncertainty tainting his tone. The genie's next words sent a shiver down Lex's spine. "Kneel before me and submit," Jafar commanded, his voice steely with power. Fear gripped Lex's heart, his instincts urging him to flee as he took a step back. With a shaky voice, he stammered, "I...I have to go." His heart raced as he made a break for the door. But before he could make it, an unseen force lifted him off the ground, tendrils of smoke enveloping him. Panic seized him as he felt himself turning to smoke, his very essence slipping away.

The laughter of the genie echoed around him as Lex found himself being pulled into the ancient lamp. Inside, the world shifted around him, his clothes transforming into exotic harem pants and golden rings adorning his limbs.

Panic surged through Lex as he pounded against the walls of the lamp, trying to break free from this strange and terrifying prison. Jafar, the genie, held the lamp nonchalantly, observing Lex's futile attempts with amusement.

"You're quite the spirited one, aren't you?" Jafar's voice dripped with malicious charm. "But fear not, the lamp's magic will soon calm you and make you more... impressionable." A strange calmness settled over Lex, his mind clouding with a soothing fog. "Relax, kneel," the genie's voice commanded, its tone both hypnotic and commanding. Filled with a strange sense of peace, Lex obeyed, his anxiety giving way to a bizarre sense of acceptance.

Lex's thoughts grew foggy, his will bending to the genie's influence. "It has always been your hidden desire to help others," Jafar purred. "What better way than to serve me?" Finding a strange sense of logic in the genie's words, Lex embraced the idea of serving.

Followed by the genie's revelations about Lex's yearning for confidence and independence hit uncomfortably close to home. "Your struggles stem from your desire to be strong, my dear Lex," Jafar continued, his voice a luring whisper. "You do not need to be strong yourself, but to walk in the shadow of greatness," Jafar's words resonated within Lex's soul. The genie continued, his voice like a hypnotic melody. "Simply follow a strong master, and you shall find your purpose." A revelation dawned upon Lex, a realization that perhaps he had been searching for guidance all along. Lex felt a strange sense of clarity wash over him and gratitude swelled in his chest as Jafar offered his help and guidance. So, Lex embraced the notion of relinquishing his independence and accepted willingly, to follow where the genie led with a newfound sense of purpose.

Jafar's words cut through the haze, revealing a truth about Lex that he had never acknowledged. "All your struggles stem from one simple truth you deny," Jafar's voice carried a weight of finality. "You are secretly gay, Lex." Lex's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. Could it be true? Had he been blind to his own desires all along? “But... but I’ve never...” Lex's voice faltered, uncertainty clouding his mind. Jafar demanded, "Admit it. Say it aloud. Acknowledge who you truly are." Doubt flickered in Lex' eyes, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, "I...I'm..." his voice trembled before he took a deep breath and uttered the words, "I'm gay, Master." Jafar's laughter rang out, a mix of triumph and satisfaction.

"Well done, my obedient pleasure boy. Embrace your new self." Lex felt a strange mix of liberation and vulnerability wash over him as he acknowledged his hidden truth, sending ripples of change through his being. As the words hung in the air, a wave of acceptance washed over him, mingling with the confusion and fear that clouded his thoughts. Before he could dwell on his newfound revelation, Jafar swiftly sprung into the lamp.

Jafar's eyes danced with triumph as he took a step closer to Lex, his movements predatory and sinuous. With a swift motion, he caressed Lex thighs and member through the delicate fabric of the harem pants. A moan escaped Lex's lips as he felt the undeniable response of his body to Jafar's touch. The genie's dark eyes held a predatory gleam as he watched Lex' cock respond eagerly to his dominance. "That's mine now, right?" he purred, his voice dripping with power and desire. Lex's response was a guttural moan, a simple "Yes, Master," escaping his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Jafar's grip on Lex's chin was firm yet gentle as he lifted his gaze, locking eyes with him in an unspoken command. "Show me your devotion," he demanded, his voice laced with undeniable authority. Feeling a mix of devotion and arousal, Lex knelt before Jafar, his hands trembling as he reached for the genie's leather-clad thighs.

As he sucked Jafar’s dick, his mind clouded with submission, a strange eagerness washing over him. The genie's deep chuckle filled the air as Lex' obedience pleased him.

As Jafar reached the heights of pleasure, Lex obediently swallowed every drop of his master's cum, savoring it with an appetite fueled by his submission. Jafar's dark laughter mixed with Lex's moans, creating a symphony of domination and pleasure within the confines of the magical lamp.  Just when the intensity of the moment peaked, a sudden interruption shattered the moment. The shop owner's return brought a jolt of reality to the surreal scene unfolding before him. Declan's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the genie and the student, frozen in a moment of twisted bliss. "Ah, Declan, your timing is impeccable as always," Jafar's voice dripped with smooth amusement, his gaze lingering on Lex with a knowing look. Lex's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, unsure of what would come next in this unexpected encounter between master, servant, and unwitting spectator. The air crackled with tension, a sense of anticipation hanging heavy in the magical shop.

Declan's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, "Jafar, I wish that you let the boy free!" His words held a tone of authority that demanded obedience. Jafar's eyes narrowed, but he begrudgingly complied, knowing he had to obey Declan's wish. "Your wish is my command, master," he hissed through clenched teeth. In a swirl of magic and smoke, Lex was released from the confines of the lamp, standing once more in the shop, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and confusion.

Declan approached Lex, his gaze filled with sympathy as he explained the gravity of the situation. "I arrived just in time. A few minutes later, and Jafar would have transformed you into a genie for good," he revealed, his tone grave yet comforting. Gratitude swelled within Lex as he realized the extent of Declan's intervention. He had been spared a fate worse than he could imagine.

Lex mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of the events that had unfolded and he felt a sense of overwhelming fatigue wash over him. "I think that's enough excitement for one day. It's time for me to leave," he mumbled wearily, ready to escape the bewildering events of the day. Yet, Declan's words halted him in his tracks, his gaze locking onto Lex with a mix of intent and purpose. "As you have already swallowed Jafar’s seed, you have gained magical powers that need to be trained," Declan explained, his tone unwavering. "You must become my sorcerer apprentice now."

Lex's mind reeled at the sudden shift in his destiny. From a simple student on holiday to now a budding sorcerer under Declan's guidance, his life had taken a dramatic turn.

Though Declan reassured him that Jafar's revelation about his supposed hidden gay desires was part of the genie's corrupting influence, a lingering sense of longing remained within Lex. The memory of serving Jafar, albeit under false pretenses, had stirred something deep within him.

As Lex embarked on this new chapter of his life, delving into the world of magic and sorcery under Declan's tutelage, he couldn't shake off the echoes of his encounter with the genie. The allure of power, the pull of submission, and the whispers of forbidden desires tugged at the edges of his consciousness.

And so, Lex's journey into the realm of mysticism and enchantment began, marked by the lingering shadows of his past encounter and the uncertain promise of what lay ahead as he navigated the path to becoming a powerful sorcerer and, perhaps, mastering the depths of his own desires.

Bored At The Metro

I was bored, waiting at the metro, when I noticed two handsome men nearby, both wearing earphones. Perfect, I thought. I opened my laptop and activated my special mind-bending program. I easily hacked into their phones and started typing: "Make out with the man wearing a black shirt on your side" I send the command to the phone of the young man wearing a blue dress shirt.

"Make out with the young man wearing a blue dress shirt on your side" I send the command to the hot man in a black shirt. Now I just had to wait...

I watched as their eyes rolled back for a few seconds, their earphones transferring the commands to their vulnerable brains, suddenly they both looked at each other with hunger in their eyes and started making out in front of everyone. It was such a hot sight.

I just love using my mind-bending program on strangers and making them fall in love with each other, most of the time they are straight men, like these two love birds, but no matter how much straight they are, they always obey the commands.

Information about the two subjects began to appear on my laptop. The one in the black shirt was a 31-year-old married dad with one child, heading home after a long, exhausting day at work. The other, wearing a dress shirt, was a 21-year-old also returning home from his job.

I decided then to make them a permanent couple, I mean, look how cute they are together. I wanted to make things more fun so I started typing again.

"You're a gay bottom for your new boyfriend, you do everything he orders you to and you will obey without questioning, you love to be his slut." I sent the command to the sexy Daddy, and I immediately started to notice a tent forming in his jeans.

"You're a top, an alpha male, you love dominating and humiliating your new Daddy boyfriend." I sent the command to the young man's brain, his demeanor immediately changed and he started to dominate the kiss, he grabbed the Daddy's bulge and squeezed it hard. "I don't even know your name, but I want you to come home with me, I need to fuck you like the slut you are!" He said, his voice filled with desire.

"Yes sir, do whatever you want with me!" They went back to kissing. People started to give them weird stares but they didn't care, they were just a happy couple now.

I closed my laptop with a smirk, I wasn't so bored anymore.

Sam and Mikey

“Sam, stop.” Michael laughed as his best friend Sam fondled the hunk’s breasts.

“I can’t believe it! I can’t believe the spell worked!” Sam yelled in disbelief. “Who would have thought it! Grandad’s old spell book…”

“Yeah Sam. With a body like this, no one is gonna mess with us now!” Michael celebrated.

Sammy continued to knead his friend’s perky breasts. Michael’s chest looked so big and soft, the exact opposite as it had looked 20 minutes ago. Just half an hour ago, Michael was just your average skinny twink. But now… now he was this muscular jock. Well, a jock with the mind of a nerd.

“When does the spell wear off…. bro?” Michael asks absentmindedly, admiring his new flexed bicep.

Sam looked at Michael in confusion. Was he joking? ‘Bro’. Michael would never say such a thing. At least, not in a serious manner like he just did. It just wasn’t in his vernacular. Nor was it in Sam’s. Sam hoped Michael was mocking the jock stereotype. I mean, he wouldn’t put it past Michael to play a joke like this. But it was just the way he said it… it just slipped out of his lips with ease. As if it was a common occurrence.

“Bro?” Sam laughed nervously. “Is everything alright, Michael?”

Michael, who was still admiring his new sexy body, scoffs and laughs. “Dude, who are you, my mother? It’s Mikey. When have you ever called me by my full name, man?”

Sam’s heart dropped into his stomach. Something was wrong. Sam had never called Michael ‘Mikey’ in his life. It had always felt so… so weird. While the two were the closest of friends, they never called each other by anything other than their proper names. Michael and Sam. Sam and Michael. That’s how it had always been. Not Sam and ‘Mikey’.

“I’m getting worried, Michael. I think we should just refer the spell. We can try again later-” Sam panicked, grasping at his grandfather’s spell book. He frantically flicked through the pages before Mikey’s thick hands snatched it away from him.

“I said, DON’T call me that!” Mikey grunts, carelessly swinging the spell book around. “I’m not some fuckin nerd like you, bro!”

Sam flinches, almost cowering before his best friend. This wasn’t part of the plan. The spell book said nothing about mental changes. Only physical. Sam’s hands shake and sweat begins to glisten his skin.

“Calm down, Micha- I mean, Mikey… you’re scaring me-” Sam stutters.

“SCARING YOU? YOU FUCKIN PUSSY, BRO?” Mikey pushes Sam against the wall, his pecs pressing against the twink’s face. “YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A PUSSY? THEN I’M GONNA TREAT YOU LIKE ONE… ISN’T THAT RIGHT, FUCKTOY?”

“No… no please. Don’t-” Before Sam can finish his sentence, Mikey grabs Sam’s head and forces his lips onto his massive pecs. Mikey’s nipples slip their way into Sam’s mouth, forcing him to nurse on his friend’s tits. “SUCK LIKE THE GOOD BITCH YOU ARE!”

Sam, still pressed against the wall, could feel Mikey’s cock pressing against his stomach. Michael, whose cock was around 5 inches on a good day, now had a fat 11 inch cock. A cock big enough to force any slut into submission. Sam didn’t think the spell would affect Michael this much. It was only supposed to turn him into “the man he desired to be”. But Michael didn’t mention that he wanted to be anything like this.

Mikey took a step back, letting Sam fall to his knees. Sam felt dazed from sucking his friend-turned-bully’s tit. He sat back against the wall and noticed something lying on the ground. On the floor, behind the jock, lay Sam’s one chance at escape: the spell book. Maybe there was a way at reversing all this. Changing the hot-headed horny jock Mikey back to sweet caring Michael. Sam had no other choice.

As soon as Sam saw the big hunk admiring his biceps, he made a break for it. He threw himself across the room and onto the book. He clawed at it, scrambling to find the reverse spell. Just as Sam opens the correct page, he feels a force tug him from behind.

Mikey flips Sam on his back and sits on him. The jock’s weight making it impossible for Sam to move. The jock rips the book from Sam’s small hands and stared at it. Mikey squinted at the front cover, struggling to pronounce the words taped onto the book.

“Gran…. grand-fath-er’s spell-book…. Grandfather’s Spellbook!” he yelled triumphantly as drool trickled down the side of his mouth.

“This is what you wanted, lil bro? Wanted to change me? As if…” the jock smiled deviously. “How about I change you, bro. Anything is better than being a nerd, man.”

“How about turning you into my submissive pet or an inflatable sexdoll… or maybe a jock like me…?” Mikey grinned as Sam began pleading to the huge jock.

“Huhuhuhu bro. Oh no bro. You’re fucked huhuhu. This one is perfect.” He dumbly chuckles.

“Don’t worry, brah. You’re gonna love being my happy, air-headed submissive boiwife” the jock smiled and recited the wish.

Sam began growing beneath him. More fuckable. More bouncy. More slutty. His brain emptying of all thoughts and worries. Leaving him as nothing more than a big assed fuckable himbo.

Mikey looked down at his creation beneath him, smirking at the wedding ring trapped on former Sam’s finger.

“Oh fuck man… you’re perfect.”