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"Oh c'mon lil bro, you think I'll let you go to your classes without getting you well-fed with my cum? It's the least I can do as your hunk, dumb and full of cum older bro. Go kneel, quick, before mom and dad found out about your shady little dealings tinkering with my brain and hypnotizing me into totally okay with you going at it with my dick,"

Uggghhh I really love my hunk, dumb, full of cum older bro. I need to strengthen my power during this upcoming winter break to the point that my parents also fall to my control. I need them to be totally unphased with my homophobic older bro spraying his cum to my throat in the middle of the living room or letting me do whatever kinky shit I want to do with him. But let's make this one quick first, I have one more Professor Arnalds class to attend anyway

Until recently, I never really understand why the jocks in my town, or anywhere else, tend to behave like a douchebag. The way people seemingly worshipped them due to their built, looks or wealth which led them to behave obnoxiously really showcased how shallow most of us tend to be. But, well, I was just a bitter, pathetic attention whore who thought that my brilliance deserve the same amount of adoration with the jocks incredible feat on court (and in bed), because as soon as I ended up inside Kent, oh boy......

How can you not be self-obsessed when you are looking like this 24/7? A little vanity is inevitable! I was so proud of the way I solved difficult mathematical equation in my head, now why can't I be proud when my biceps flexed like this and some other person just instantly wet themselves upon seeing it in person? That's a major ego boost, and we the jocks deserve to be admired that way. Not to mention, once you become a jock, you surround yourself ONLY with like-minded people, the one with RIGHT mindset you know?

Gym-junkies, people that want to get some muscle to show off, having wide or round shoulder and sick v-taper is a goal, obsessed with molding others to be fit too including people that wanna get close to us because we can't be seen with unfit people, that's a rife place where jocks are validated in their world view

Now, add the muscle and the look with wealth. That's triple kill, because here I am looking hot and flushed with wealth, and you tell me I cannot be a bit of a dickhead to those lowlifes? I cannot just tell those admiring or jealous sons of bitches that they can and should work harder if they want the same privilege like me, or else get the fuck out from my way? That's going to be total BS, because I DO have the RIGHTS to tell them the TRUTH!

I don't think I am better than other people, I FACTUALLY AM BETTER, and this whole change of perspective really illuminated me on why we behave this way, we are just better and anyone that said otherwise are just jealous

Public Relations Internship Part 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @swap-tech-enterprise.

When I arrived at Michael’s college dorm, I was met by his roommates, a lively bunch who seemed genuinely excited to see me. They greeted me with fist bumps and slaps on the back.

“Yo, Mike! Ready for the party tonight?” one of them, Jason, asked with a grin.

I forced a casual smile. “Yeah, definitely. Can’t wait.”

It felt strange that Michael hadn’t mentioned the STE program to them. As we hung out in the dorm, I tried to absorb everything, matching their energy and conversations. We played some video games, and the hours flew by until it was time for the party.

The frat house was buzzing with energy. Music blared from speakers, and people were everywhere, laughing, dancing, and drinking. Jason handed me a beer.

“Drink up, Mike! Tonight’s gonna be epic!” he shouted over the music.

I took a long swig, feeling the alcohol warm me up. Soon enough, I found myself surrounded by Michael’s friends. As the night wore on, the guys got rowdy. Ethan, a sweet, muscular guy with a kind demeanor, pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs.

“Come on, Mike! Join us!” Ethan laughed, flexing his muscles playfully but without a hint of arrogance.

I hesitated for a moment before pulling off my own shirt, trying to play it cool. The air was thick with excitement and the scent of sweat and cologne. I couldn't help but steal

The night continued with more drinks, laughter, and dancing. I found myself flirting with a couple of girls, but my heart wasn’t in it. My thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan, who was now arm-wrestling another guy, his muscles straining under the effort.

Back at the dorm, the night’s events replayed in my mind. Lying in Michael’s bed, I couldn’t shake the image of Ethan’s playful smile and his kind eyes. The rush of youthful energy and endorphins surged through me. I slipped my hand into my pants, feeling the hard, youthful body beneath my touch. The sensation was electric, more intense than I remembered. I began to stroke myself, my mind fixated on Ethan’s chiseled physique and warm, friendly demeanor.

The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming my senses. My body tensed, and I released with a shuddering gasp, waves of ecstasy washing over me. The sensation was so intense, so consuming, that it left me breathless.

As I lay there, catching my breath, a wave of worry hit me. The rush of endorphins was overwhelming, far more potent than anything I remembered. What if this new body and its heightened sensations became addictive? The thought was sobering, and for a moment, I felt a pang of anxiety.

But I pushed the worry aside, letting myself bask in the afterglow. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, eager to see what the next day would bring.

---

Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn to the gym more and more. It became a routine, almost an obsession. Each visit was a mix of hard work and pleasure. The feeling of my muscles straining and growing was intoxicating. I relished the jealous stares from other guys as I lifted heavier weights and pushed myself further than I ever had in my original body.

One day, as I was in the middle of a particularly intense workout, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. It was Michael, now in my old body. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and answered the call, making sure the gym equipment was visible in the background.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

Michael’s face appeared on the screen, looking a bit frazzled but otherwise managing. “Hey, Chris. Just wanted to check in. How are things?”

I flashed a confident smile. “Great! Just at the gym, keeping your body in top shape.”

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it,” Michael said, visibly relieved.

Another day, as I was finishing up a study session at the library, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Michael’s mom.

“Hi, Michael! How are you?” she asked warmly.

“Hey, Mom! I’m good, just studying at the library,” I said, angling the phone to show the stacks of books behind me.

“That’s wonderful to hear. We’re so proud of you. Keep up the good work!”

“Thanks, I will,” I replied, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. At first, calling Michael's parents "Mom" and "Dad" had been awkward, but we all agreed it was necessary to keep up the ruse. Now, they acted like it was second nature to call me son.

Later that week, I was back at the gym when Michael’s dad called. I quickly answered, positioning the camera to show the weights.

“Hello, Michael. Just checking in. How’s everything going?”

“Hey, Dad! Everything’s great. Just getting a workout in.”

“That’s my boy. Keep it up,” he said, sounding impressed.

I chuckled to myself as I hung up. It was almost like he was forgetting that I wasn’t actually his son.

These calls seemed to happen at the perfect times, always catching me either at the gym or the library, making me look like the model body steward. It gave Michael’s parents confidence that I was taking good care of their son’s body while he was off interning. But if I was honest with myself, my motivations were a bit more selfish. I loved the attention, the envious glances from other guys. I had never been this strong or admired when I was younger, and it turned me on a bit to see what I had become. My confidence started to shift into cockiness. I strutted around the gym, enjoying the looks of envy and admiration.

Back at the dorm, I was growing closer to Michael’s friends. They were no longer just his buddies—they were becoming mine. We bonded over shared experiences and late-night talks. They noticed the changes in my personality, especially my transformation into a gym rat.

“Dude, you’ve been killing it at the gym lately,” Jason remarked one evening. “I’ve never seen you this dedicated before.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, man. You’re looking ripped. What’s your secret?”

I shrugged, smirking. “Just hard work and dedication, I guess. Not everyone can handle it.”

They seemed to enjoy my newfound confidence, feeding into it and hyping me up all the time. “Look at those guns!” one of them would say, poking my biceps. “You’re gonna be a beast!”

Their encouragement only fueled my ego further. I started to see myself not just as a steward of Michael’s body, but ... dare I say ... as its true owner. Uh oh.

---

For spring break, we decided to take a road trip to Miami. The idea of spending a week in the sun, partying, and enjoying the freedom of youth was too good to pass up. We piled into a car and hit the road, the excitement palpable.

Miami was everything we hoped for and more. The beach was amazing, and the nightlife was electric. I had a fantastic time being young and ripped, soaking up the attention and admiration everywhere we went.

And damn might I add that Ethan looked hot as hell too.

One night, we hit up one of the hottest clubs in the city. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was packed. I was feeling invincible, my confidence boosted by the alcohol and the energy of the crowd. As we danced, I caught the eye of an insanely hot guy across the dance floor. Our eyes locked, and he made his way over to me.

Before I knew it, we were making out right there on the dance floor, the music and lights making everything feel surreal. My friends looked on in shock, but I was too lost in the moment to care. The guy pulled me away from the dance floor and into the club bathroom, where things quickly escalated.

He pushed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my chest and abs. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he kissed his way down my body. When he dropped to his knees and undid my pants, my breath hitched in anticipation.

The moment his mouth enveloped me, a wave of intense pleasure shot through my body. I leaned back against the wall, my hands gripping the edges of the sink for support. His tongue and lips worked expertly, creating sensations that were almost too overwhelming to bear. The tight, warm, wet pressure around me was more intense than anything I'd ever felt.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, my mind a haze of bliss and disbelief. The rhythmic movements of his head, the soft hums of pleasure he made, the way his hands held my hips—it all combined into an experience that felt surreal and euphoric. I found myself letting out quiet, desperate moans, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

In that moment, the realization hit me like a freight train. The pleasure, the freedom, the pure, unfiltered ecstasy—I didn't want to give this up. I couldn't go back to my old life, not after experiencing something this intoxicating.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes, I climaxed with a shuddering gasp, my body shaking from the release. He stood up, wiped his mouth with a satisfied grin, and kissed me again before disappearing into the crowd.

I returned to my friends, who were still processing what they had seen. Jason was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion and curiosity. “Dude, are you... gay?”

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “I’m bi, actually. I’ve wanted to act on it for a while, and I guess now seemed like the right time.”

They exchanged glances, processing this new information. Ethan spoke up, a reassuring smile on his face. “Hey, man, no judgment here. We’re just surprised, that’s all. You’ve never mentioned it before.”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool. We’re just glad you’re being yourself.”

Their acceptance was a relief. I had been worried about how they would react, but they took it surprisingly well. As we continued to party the night away, I felt a sense of liberation. For the first time, I was truly living life on my terms.

The rest of the week in Miami was a blur of fun and excitement. I reveled in the freedom of being young, strong, and confident, making the most of every moment. The thought of returning to my old life seemed more and more distant, and I knew deep down that I couldn’t go back. This was who I was meant to be.

---

Back at school, I spent hours poring over the original contract, desperately searching for a way to stay in Michael's body. The thought of returning to my old life was unbearable after experiencing the freedom and confidence that came with being Michael. As I scanned the dense legal text, a clause caught my eye: the mutual reside clause. It allowed both parties to agree to remain swapped permanently, but I knew that wasn’t an option. Michael's wistful expressions during our video calls made it clear he wanted his body back.

My heart sank until I noticed another clause, the special non-compete agreement. According to the contract, once the original owner of the body, Michael, returned, he couldn’t work for a competing company to avoid any potential advantage from the swap. However, there was no mention of any restrictions on me taking such a job while still in Michael’s body.

A plan began to form. If I could secure a position at a competing firm before the swap was due to reverse, it would violate the non-compete clause, making it impossible for STE to swap us back without breaking their own rules. And since the swap would become permanent after a year, as stated in the mutual reside clause, all I needed was a few more months in the job to ensure I stayed in Michael’s body indefinitely.

I wasted no time leveraging my knowledge of the industry to land a job at a rival company. My determination and newfound confidence made me an attractive candidate, and it wasn’t long before I received an offer. I took the position quietly, knowing it was only a matter of time before Michael discovered the truth.

The semester ended, and I had successfully hidden my new job from Michael, who hadn’t reviewed the contract in detail. The transformation from the inside out felt complete as I integrated more fully into this new life.

---

On the day of the swap, Michael waited anxiously at the STE facility, expecting me to arrive any minute. As the clock ticked on, worry turned to frustration, and he realized something was amiss. Determined to get his body back, Michael decided to find me himself.

He tracked me down to my new office, confronting me in the lobby. I looked up from my desk, a mixture of surprise and self-assuredness in my expression.

“Chris, what the hell?” Michael demanded, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. “You didn’t show up for the swap! What are you doing here?”

I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile playing on my lips. “I got a job at a competing firm. According to the non-compete clause, they can’t swap us back now.”

Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious? You did this on purpose?”

I shrugged, my demeanor unapologetic. “I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You’ve got to admit, it’s a pretty clever move.”

Michael clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger. “You had no right to make this decision for both of us.”

“Maybe not, but I couldn’t give up this life,” I replied, my voice firm and unapologetic.

---

Later, back at the dorm, most students had left after finals, leaving the place almost eerily quiet. I sat on my bed, reflecting on my confrontation with Michael. Despite the tension, I felt a thrill of excitement at having taken control of my destiny.

I glanced over at Ethan, who had been acting more flirtatious since our trip to Miami. With the dorm practically empty, there was no one around to witness what might happen next.

Ethan caught my eye and smiled, his bashfulness evident. “Uh, hey Chris. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

I smirked, enjoying Ethan’s shyness. I subtly flexed my muscles, feeling them strain against the fabric of my polo. “What’s up, Ethan?”

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed. “In Miami, when you hooked up with that guy…I got jealous. I’ve actually liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

My eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and interest. I leaned in slightly, my tone playful. “You know, Ethan, I’ve noticed how amazing you’ve been recently. Your abs, for instance—they’re seriously impressive.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with a shy yet pleased grin. He lifted his shirt just enough to show off his abs, then quickly brought it back down. “Thanks, Mike. I’ve been working hard.”

I smiled warmly. “And those pecs of yours—they’re looking fantastic. You’ve really put in the effort.”

Ethan blushed, his smile widening. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his shirt slightly to reveal his well-defined pecs, showing them off playfully before lowering the fabric again. “You think so?”

I nodded appreciatively. “Absolutely. And those shoulders… they look incredible too.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. With a slight chuckle, he began to remove his shirt, revealing his broad and sculpted shoulders. His chest and abs were even more impressive up close, each muscle perfectly defined.

My excitement grew as I admired Ethan’s physique. “Damn, well, there’s one part I haven’t seen.”

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, and with a shy smile, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the waistband of his underwear. He revealed a massive, uncut cock, the perfect shade of olive skin, hard and ready. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a surge of arousal.

Ethan, now fully confident, took charge. He pushed me down onto the couch, pinned me down, and slid off my shorts.

He reached for the lube, applying a generous amount to my hole. His fingers worked their way in slowly, preparing me with careful, deliberate strokes. He started with one finger, then gradually added another, and eventually a third, each movement making me moan with increasing pleasure.

Once I was well-lubed and stretched, Ethan positioned himself, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and determination. My heart raced as Ethan's powerful hands guided me.

With a firm thrust, Ethan entered me, filling me up more completely than I’d ever felt before. The sensation was overwhelming and exhilarating, leaving me feeling full and whole in a way I never had. The intensity of the moment made me gasp, my body arching with pleasure.

Ethan's movements were confident and powerful, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. Each thrust seemed to echo my inner thrill and satisfaction.

As Ethan's passion built, my mind raced with a mix of euphoria and a final thought that summed up my satisfaction just as I came: “Damn, why wouldn’t anyone want to do this program again?”

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‘Becoming the Dom

I’ve always been a dom. I love teasing a guy so much that he begs for sexual release. I love when a guy submits to me and fucking worships me. Yup. I love being a dom, but I didn’t always look the part. I was once a twinky 27 year old with a fetish for being in control. When people saw me, they would assume I was a submissive, bottom. False! I wanted to fuck their brains out and make em moan for me. 

That’s when I thought that maybe I just needed the right gear to make people believe I am a dom. So I go to a leather shop that was just around the corner from where I live and as I walked in, I was greeted by the shop keep. The place was pretty dark, but the shop keep seemed to have an opposite personality to the ambiance. He was tall, had a lean swimmer build, and dressed quite professionally for a place that catered to people with a leather fetish. 

“Welcome. What can I do for you today?”

“I need some leather gear so people can recognize me as a dom. “

He looked at me for a second and told me he had just the outfit. he picked out some gauntlets, arm bands, a pair of pants, and executioner hood. I took a look at the gear he was giving me and thought no way I am gonna fit in any of these. They must have been at least two sizes too big for me. 

“Are you sure these are the right size?”

“Don’t worry. Just try them on. You wont be disappointed. Make sure you try on the hood last. “

“He guided me to the fitting room in the back of the store. I tried on the pants and man were they loose. Same with the gauntlets, and arm bands.” 

“Are you sure these are the right size? I questioned the shopkeep.”

“Yes. When you put on the hood, keep an image of yourself as a dom in your head. “

I thought this guy has to be pulling my leg. I put on the hood and looked in the mirror and thought it was an improvement. In that moment, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. My body began to inflate like a balloon. First my legs which stretched the pants I was wearing. Then my torso began to look like a bodybuilder’s. My arms grew and expanded so that the arm bands and gauntlets were hugging my now powerful biceps and forearms. I saw in the mirror that I was growing facial hair as well and my face changed shape. 

I no longer saw a twink in the mirror, but instead a muscular hunk in leather gear. I walked out of the fitting room and saw the shopkeep there smiling.

“So…do you like it?”

“I love it.” I responded as I was flexing my newly obtained biceps.

“Wait right there.” 

A few minutes later, he came back wearing a leather jock, some chaps, a harness, and a dog collar. 

If I wasn't hard already, I was rock solid now. I unzipped my pants, revealing my new 9 inch member. 

“Kneel and suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

He got down on all fours and crawled toward me, got on just his knees, then sucked my shaft. I grabbed his head and guided him as he was sucking me faster and faster. 

“Fuck yeah. You like that cock, huh, bitch?”

“Yes…”

Before he could finish I grabbed his head and kissed him. 

“…Sir.”

He got up then leaned up against a wall, bent over presenting his wonderful bubble butt to me.

“Please fuck me, sir. I want you inside of me so bad. Please.”

I walked up behind him and felt down his muscular back down to his bubble butt and gave it a slap. he moaned and it drove me crazy. With a hard thrust, I drove my cock into his ass and he moaned even louder. his moans where intoxicating and I kept thrusting harder and he would moan louder. I pulled out and got him to kneel in front of me again. he opened his mouth and came. he swallowed every last drop. Fuck!

“Hope I served you well, sir. Cum again”. ;)

I happily announce that this story featuring my work with my dear friend as the model (my shots are the man that exhales smoke). He’s aware with my Tumblr-ing activity and the content of my Tumblr, and he’s okay being the model for this one. He even dared me to make this story as hot as possible, well the standard of “hot” is relative but hopefully I’ll pass his “high-level demand”. This is also an answer for the request that asked an Asian muscle growth, sorry if it’s weird.

One day I went to the mall with my friend, Zac. He asked me to company him while searching the perfect present for his anniversary with his girlfriend and our best friend, Helena. We spent several hours in there before we finally found the so-called perfect present, an enormous Minion doll and a vape. Well, Zac and I are in our second year in college and Helena just turned 18, finally going to graduate from high school this summer and coming from such a strict Christian, health-caring family, smoke is a huge no-no in her family, so as a tease, Zac decided that the vape will be a great addition to the Minion.

“Yo Zac, I just remember I’ve to search for something first. What about if you go to your car and meet me in the main entrance?”

“Well, if you say so. Don’t take too long, k? Helena’s party is going to start soon and I haven’t showered yet,”

“K, I’ll call you when I’m done, just wait for me and don’t you dare you leave me,”

He just smiled and left, and I completely unaware that was probably the last time I saw his gentle yet genuine smile……

Long story short, I’ve waited for almost an hour in the Main Entrance and he hasn’t picked me up yet. I’ve texted him and even called him, but no response. Quite worried, I traced his iPhone and weirdly, his iPhone shown that he’s still in the parking spot. I started to think irrationally and afraid of something happen, I went to the parking spot where he parked his car and I was stunned beyond believe at what I saw, he is vaping! Fucking vaping! What the damn hell in that vape until he seems so high? Goddamn weed? I barraged to him and that slapped his cheek carefully

“Ey, Zac. Stop inhale the goddamn vape, Helena’s party is in 1 hour,”

As I tried to took the vape, his hand grabbed mine and then he said

“Zac’s not here…….” he smiled devilishly

“You clearly are high…..and a fuckin’ pussy. High because of vape? I can’t imagine if you use weed, bro,”

I once again tried to grab the vape but he’s hand holding me even tighter than before and then he punched me with his other hand and then yelled

“Put your hand away from my home, you goddamn mortal! I’m going out from him soon after I extracted his knowledge, fuck bro, your friend here is one hell of an intelligent mortal, going to back and forth inside him until he’s knowledge drained,”

He inhaled the vape again and his eyes became white, like when someone is high. Then he said

“Uhhhhhh…….fuckkkk………the knowledge rush is fuckin’ good,”

I also noticed that somehow, his arms getting bigger, not really that big, but it’s bigger than his normal arm……..and somehow his biceps and triceps popped, like someone that new to work out and already gain a quite quick result.

“Ey fuck, some abs to man this boy up, a fair trade for his knowledge,” said Zac to himself as he lifted his shirt to reveal a sudden appearance of a hint of abs set in his once flat belly.

“You know what, mortal? I’ll be back to his body soon, making him bigger and stealing his knowledge even more, but for now, I’ll let him back to you, see you soon,”

And as he said that, he exhaled an enormous cloudy-white smoke from his nose and the smoke slowly back to the vape again, weirdly. Then, after losing his consciousness for a while, he’s back. I tried to destroy the goddamn weird vape but then he hold my wrist and then said

“MINE! Don’t you dare do shit to my vape!”

I never saw him that terrifying so I gave the vape back to him and then he just smirked at me

“Let’s go to Helena’s,”

Since that day, he’s pretty much changing. The usual cheerful and jolly Zac now turned into some obsessive, quiet and loner person, and I also caught him several times being “possessed” by the smoke from that vape and everytime that happen, his body got more defined but I can clearly see from his eyes that his mind becoming dull, drained, it reflected on his score that slowly declined.

One day, after months of not even saying “Hi” to each other, suddenly, one day before summer break, he texted me alongside with a pic

“Not trying to fight me again, mortal?”

Clearly from the pic, he changed his hairstyle, well pretty much all of his style has been changed, becoming more jockish day by day. And his abs now clearly defined even though it’s still quite lanky. Then, he texted again

“C’mon mortal, don’t you want your friend back?”

I can’t do anything. The weird smoke already changed Zac’s life and only God knows what can the smoke did to me. What if that smoke possessed me and also changed me too?

It was 6 months ago and the change on Zac is even more dramatic. He’s not lanky anymore, he is goddamn buff now and his skin is getting some nice tan.

His hairstyle also changed into more manly and somehow his face becoming more angular and more intimidating. He gained several inches in height, which is quite weird because we are 21 at this point and the growth should be slower instead of faster. Gym is becoming his 2nd home and he always spent hours there. He of course becoming dumber, from straight A’s student into straight C’s and D’s, clearly having a hard time cope up with the materials and now in the edge of dropped out. But what shocked me the most is the tattoo that he made 2 months ago in his biceps, clearly the smoke already turned Zac into just a simple-minded piece of meat while it drained his knowledge and resistance to fight the urge to not vape. 

Helena, well, the poor girl already wiped away from his daily life that only focused solemnly on working out and fucking random chicks.

Classes today is finally finished and I can’t wait to step into my dorm and have a nice bath but then suddenly, someone knock me out. I passed out and when I’m awake, I already tied up in a chair inside a vast room, probably an abandoned warehouse, with Zac smiling devilishly in front of me

“Well, well, bro. I hate being abandoned and clearly, my brain is already drained, the smoke doesn’t even want to enter me again. He said I’m too dumb now and nothing left in my mind except the basic human skill and some shitty knowledge about food plan, working out and fucking. As I said before, I hate being abandoned and since the change, the magnificent change that the smoke did to me, everyone tried to be as far away as possible from me, even you, my best friend! But you know what, after this, we will become best friend again, bro, and I’ll guide you so you can have great body like me too. So, are you ready?”

I can’t even scream as the duct tape closed my mouth and then, he moves closer to me and inhale the vape. Then, when our nose touch each other, he opens my duct tape and then choked my throat, forcing my mouth to be wide open and that’s when he exhales the smoke right to my mouth. I can clearly feel the smoke filling every single part of my body, slowly yet surely taking over my body completely. I coughed some smoke out but the smoke seems endless because it keeps coming back. In the verge of letting my body being controlled, Zac smiled to me

“Ohhhhhh……we will be best bros once more, Will,”

1 Year Later

“Great work out today bro!” said Zac

“Yeah sure, bro. Hey, thanks for keep pushing me when I lift that fucking weight……..you really push me to my limit bro,” replied Will, tapping his best bro shoulder

“Well, that’s why I’m here, to help you break that fucking limit. You said that you can’t lift 225 lbs? Well, you just lift 245 lbs shit, and how does it feel?” asked Zac, smiling cockily

“Fuckin’ great. Thanks for that push, bro. You’re the best,” answered Will

“No, we are the best!” said Zac proudly while puffing his chest out,”Now, now, where do you want to go first before we head home?” asked Zac

“Shower? I’m fuckin’ reeked, bro,” said Will, sniffing his clothes and pit

“Well, you’re right. Let’s go then,” said Zac after sniffing his reeked pit

As they walked to the locker room and then the shower, Will asked

“Where’s the vape?”

“Uhhhhh……..dunno. Lost it in that frat party last week, well, it’s not healthy, so who care?”

“Yeah, you’re right bro”

Adjusting To New Life

“Let’s start this routine” said Peter to himself as he takes off his clothes and tosses it

He never visit gym before but since he suddenly drained Steve, the soccer team captain, muscle in a horrible accident in the chemistry lab, instead of the library, Peter (now he prefer to be called Pete) now found himself in gym or training with the other soccer team member. At first, they reluctantly agree to accept that their real team captain now turned into nerd and they have to accept the nerd that they once bullied together became their team captain but as the time goes by, they just act like Pete has been the team captain since the first time. He’s less nerdy too now but still a lot nicer compared to Steve’s authoritative and self-centered attitude.

The change is not only affecting the physique, but also their mentality and knowledge, but not too drastic. For simple, Peter now have the knowledge about sports, especially soccer and how to live healthy and keep his body fit. There’s also an additional dash of sex knowledge and how to please women now in his mind, but he lose some of his academic intelligence. He can’t do even the simplest Math equation and algebra seems like an alien-type of knowledge. For the once dumb Steve, the rush of new knowledge in terms of academic things make him curious even more, he wanted to know more about the knowledge that he just gain, making him spending time in the library more, a place that he never want to even walk through before all of this.

“Hey, Pete” said Alexandra to Pete who’s busy lifting weights

“Oh, hey…..umh…..,” said Pete, trying to recall about who is Alexandra. He puts down his weight and make his way to the girl in the hoodie

“Alexandra, Pete. Alex,”

“Oh yeah, Alex! Wassup?”

“I just want to stop by and asking your condition,”

“Well, I’m fine, as you can see. Now, could you please leave, I know I sounded too harsh but I’ve some busy schedule for the next 4 hours. I should finish this before 6 because I’ve soccer practice too tonight, so, I’m sorry,”

“Wow…..that’s quite harsh. You don’t even ask how am I doing…….” Said Alex, clearly disappointed

“Look, Alex. I don’t have time to chit chat with some former best friend. You know what happen to me, my memories fucked up, I don’t even think my biological parents as my real parents now simply because all I can think is that my actual parents is Steve’s even though I know it’s not true, so please leave,”

Alexandra leaves in tear and then  Pete just stared to her fading figure and chuckled ironically

“Fuck, I don’t even have any clue about who is that bitch actually, prolly some pathetic geek wishing to be close with me,”

And then he’s back to finish his routine

Transformation Porn.

A collection of gay porn with TF themes that I’ve come across and managed to find this week, I might gif up the TF parts of them, it is porn so the TF bits aren’t really the main focus. Technical Ecstasy- A man signs up for a Virtual reality program to experience being different people. VGL Hung- A man signs up to an online dating website and is transformed into men that he describes in an attempt to find true love. (This is one of my faves) Devil is a Bottom- A group of men summon the devil and wish for various things, a guy to love, lots of money and a big dick. Dr Jerkoff and Mr Hard- A Jekyll and Hyde parody where a nerdy professor gets a special potion from a gypsy to turn him into the sexual porn star within. Hard Bargains- An older man obsessed with watching porn wishes he could be a porn star, a magical genie within his television makes it happen and he is turned into a young porn star. Invaders from Uranus- An alien from uranus is trying to hunt down an alien who escaped to earth, using shapeshifting powers he has sex with various men in an attempt to find his target. The dialogue in this is hillarious and no matter what body the alien is in he speaks and move robotically and awkwardly. Earth Guys are Easy- Felt like a cheaper version of Invaders, an alien steals human bodies after having sex with them via holding there hand.

Assimilated StepDaddy

Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

Benson didn't waste any more time and started to suck on Ryan's huge tits. He had only two hours left before his mom would return from work, and he would always make the most of it.

JOCK MATTHEW

JOCK Matthew hmmmmm

He was arrogant, a bully, all the ladies wanted him. Always picking on me during the terms and used me as his secret fuck toy. Forces me to do all his homework in return for me to be at his cock giving him a BJ.

You know I was consuming his DNA on purpose as one day I managed to activate a spell that allowed me to change realities. That day was now!

Now I'm on the bed naked in Matthew's body, his mind filled up with sex last, gym, and sports knowledge and now all my smarts. I'm finally tye arrogant jock, I got his personality taking over. I'm a smart jock now, and I do whatever I want. Instead of girls, I want guys now.

Was it worth it? Totally! The cunt twerp now can give me a BJ if he wants his body back which will never! MMMMMM his mouth on my cock is amazing!!!!

The bass thumped through the walls, rattling my windows and vibrating through my thin mattress. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the clock glowing 12:34 AM. Marco had been at it for hours, his party spilling out from his backyard into the street, laughter and loud music blending into an obnoxious cacophony. I threw on a t-shirt and padded barefoot to the door, my frustration boiling over.

"Hey, Marco!" I shouted over the fence, catching sight of him with his arm draped around some girl, his golden tan glistening under the dim porch light. His dark brown locks fell perfectly over his forehead, his thin chain catching the light as it rested on his muscular chest. He turned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you want, man?" His voice was smooth, dripping with arrogance.

"Can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, loud and dismissive, turning back to his friends. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered, pulling the girl closer and resuming his conversation. The frustration bubbled into anger. If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well join the party in a different way.

I turned on my heel and walked back to my apartment, slamming the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic thudding of the music. Slowly, I felt myself detach from my body, floating upward, becoming an unseen ghost.

Floating unseen, I drifted through the wall, across the street, and into Marco’s yard. The sounds grew louder, more defined, as I zeroed in on him. His voice, deep and commanding, filled my ears.

“And then I told him, ‘You better watch your back, man, or you’ll end up with more than just a black eye,’” Marco boasted, his arm still around the girl. I hovered closer, until I was directly behind him. I could smell the sweat and alcohol emanating from him. With a surge of determination, I slowly entered through his exposed back, seeping into his skin and blood, filling his muscles.

Marco’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as I settled into him. The sensation was intoxicating. His muscles flexed under my control, his heartbeat strong and steady. I felt the warmth of the night air on his golden skin, the slight tickle of hair on his pecs. I turned to the girl, flashing a confident smile.

“Let me get us a drink,” I said, my voice deep and smooth, just like Marco’s. I grabbed his phone from the table, subtly snapping a selfie as I headed inside. The smirk on his face in the photo was pure satisfaction. I took another, this time flashing a toothy grin. Damn, it's so hot pretending to be him.

Once inside, I had not intention of getting the actual drinks. I made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, Marco’s dark eyes staring back.

"Hey man, sorry for all the noise, I'm just a loud guy," I said, imitating his voice perfectly "but glad you could come by and join the party. Make yourself at home" I smirked as I made a welcome gesture with open arms to the mirror.

"Don't mind if I do" I made him laugh. This was going to be so much fun.

I began to explore his body, my hands sliding over his muscular chest, feeling the hard pecs beneath my fingers. “Mmm, this feels amazing,” I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. They were so firm, yet so soft as well.

"Ungghhh, fuckkkkkkk, this feels so good," I made him moan loudly, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. I played with his nipples, pinching and rubbing, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

My hands roamed lower, and I couldn't resist any longer. I unbuckled his pants and started to stroke his leaking tool, moaning loudly. "Fuck yeahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk" his groans becoming increasingly louder.

"Sorry man, I can't help be-being so fucking lo-loud" I made him moan, feeling the heat build throughout his body. "Can't help being such a loud bi-bitch" I kept going edging him on, the pleasure mounting.

"FUUUCKKK I'M CUMMMING" I shouted in his voice, until I finally exploded, a guttural cry escaping his lips.

I stood there, panting, looking at the mess I had made. Marco's chest was slick with juices, his hands and beard sticky. I brought a finger to his lips, tasting myself. "Mmmm, delicious, thank you Marco" I whispered, grinning at his sloppy reflection.

...

Marco blinked, finding himself standing over the sink in the bathroom. He looked around, confusion etched on his face as he took in the mess and at his reflection: his chest and hands covered in juices, some in his beard, and his pants around his ankles. His dick hung limp, dripping.

"What the fuck," he said, shaking his head tasting the stickiness in his mouth. What the fuck happened?

Dustin Mcneer

Horizons

It was some fuck shit, man. Hiding behind a dumpster, pantin' through my balaclava... I can't believe that little shit ratted on me to the fuckin' cops. Picture this. I'm in that fucker's car, a beautiful Aston Martin, just about done hotwiring it. I was literally three fuckin' seconds away from getting the hell out of there, with a sick new ride. But no, that stupid fuckin' rat let me in the gate, watched me hop in the car, and then called the fuzz. Thought he'd be able to just pocket the two grand I paid him off with, but believe me. Karma is a bitch.

So by the time I had the car ready to go, I hear the fuckin' pigs squealin' at me. The whole nine yards, man. Guns drawn, "put your hands up," blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. I took the fuck off, hoppin' over the fence and just cutting through people's backyards. Man, they had a whole perimeter set up. Cops on every major street corner, watchin for my big bird lookin' ass decked out in black. On a side note, I looked hot as fuck by the way. Not gonna lie, the kicks were fresh as fuck. But either way, there was no way I was gonna get back to the docks without being seen. So I had to fall back onto plan B.

I snuck through alleys, hid behind trashcans and corners, but I knew my trashy ass apartment was just around the corner. Plus, if that little fucker told them who I was, they'd be looking for Thiago Zapata at his place, right? Only thing is, I wasn't gonna go to my place. I moved into the building like three months ago, so I got to know the neighbors pretty alright. The old lady across the hall, the streetracer to the left, and to the right were Chase & Aidan. Two little cocksuckers. Aidan was alright, built like a fuckin' blonde twig but always real happy and nice. He was cool, but his man was another story. Chase was one of those little trust fund bitches, thinkin' they own everything, thinkin' you should be thankful to just be around them... I made all my money snatchin' shit from fuckers just like him. Always lookin' me up and down, questioning my swag, complaining about the smoke, complaining about the music; bro, he literally came up and was like "Do you bathe? I can smell you from next door." Fuckin' bitch ass. I decided then and there, if a plan should ever go wrong, I now had a plan B.

So as I bolted across the street, hiding stiff as a board behind a tree, I finally made it to the shithole that was my building. No cops outside yet, but from the sirens I knew they were on the fuckin' way. I checked my phone, seein' the time was just before 10 PM. The universe was on my side that night man, I guess it was as fuckin' fed up with Chase as I was. I got upstairs and hid in the janitor's closet right between my door and theirs, and I waited. I knew he always came home late from whatever the fuck he did every Saturday night, and that Aidan would be sitting there waiting for him like a lil' puppy. I almost felt bad for the guy. Not knowing what it's like to stick your dick in some good fuckin' pussy, and then for the guy you give it up for to be such a piece of shit. I'm doing him a favor, bro.

I heard the footsteps comin' up the stairs, so I opened the door just a crack, in case it was the fuckin' pigs about to break into my place. But no, there he was in that whack ass outfit, lookin' like he lived at Abercrombie & Fitch, struttin' down the hall probably drunk as shit. I waited for him to get close to the closet, and just as he stumbled right in front of the door, I got him. Left hand around the mouth, right arm around the neck. He thought he could wriggle out of the whole thing, but man was it easy to drag the little fucker into my apartment and lock the door. He could barely stand up, sniveling like the little weasel he was, but when I took off my mask his face turned from fear to rage.

"I knew it. I knew this is the kind of street trash you are. Is that why the cops are circling the block every five seconds?" I didn't say shit. I just kicked off my J's, and tossed my bag onto the floor. "See, this is why we need border control, so thugs like you can get shipped back to Mexico. Fucking fence jumper." I stripped my hoodie, wouldn't need it for what I was about to do.

"Bruh, you know I'm from fuckin' Colombia. You know that. Racist little pendejo." That little shit scoffed at me. Rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Man, I smacked that shit out his hands real fuckin' quick. "Be a good little cumdump and shut the fuck up. Turn around, bitch!" I spun him around and pushed his bitch ass against the wall, but before I could do what I needed to, that little fucker spat on my face.

"Hope you like Guantanamo, amigo." I was like, nah, fuck this shit. I'm not takin' that from a 5'9 rich, racist gringo. He was gonna be tight as fuck, but I've been in tighter squeezes. I got his pants by the belt loop, and yanked 'em down. He wriggled his ass in my face, as if he was gonna get lucky tonight. Heh, I guess he did. Just like I did back in New Orleans, I squatted down, put my hands together, and in I went with a wet squelch. "What the fuck?!"

I looked at his stretched hole, swallowing my arms up to my fuckin' elbows. I couldn't help but smile as I started to wriggle up into him. His bitchin' quickly turned into moanin', as my arms squeezed up in him, and my head started to sink into the hole. I slithered up inside him, my shoulders, my lats... it got easier as we got down to my waist, enough for my hands to feel inside of his shoulders. I pushed 'em down, my thick arms stretching his skin as I slipped his hands on like gloves. Feelin' the cold drywall beneath his fingers, the sweat pouring from his pores... they were mine now. So as much as I wanted this little fuck to suffer, I was feelin' generous that night. My arms were already in his, so it was easy to just hold the top of his curly haired head and thrust mine up his throat. I could hear his gurgles as he tried to moan in pleasure, but within a couple of seconds, I felt the top of my head pressin' against the roof of his mouth. One more little push, and it gave way. My head slipped into his in the blink of an eye.

I used his hands to tug on his face, makin' sure everything was sittin' where it needed to sit. Didn't wanna be lookin' like the bug guy from Men in Black, you know what I'm sayin'? Took a minute, had to shove my tongue into his, make sure my eyes lined up, get my ears inside his; feelin' my hoops rip through his skin, I opened my new mouth and breathed in. Man, I had to smile, lickin' his lips and lookin' down. Fuck I'm glad his arms stretched enough for mine, the lil' cocksucker needed a bit of meat on him. My pecs filled out his skinny lil' chest, my ink already seepin' up to the surface of his skin. But at that point he looked like a puppet, man. I'm up in the top half, but my ass and legs are stickin' out his hole.

I flexed my abs, feelin my fat ass squeezin' in, my cock and balls slurpin' in... Bro, his twiggy little butt got big real fuckin' quick when my cheeks inflated into his. My thighs and calves quickly slipped in, only leavin' my big ass feet stickin' out his ass. I smirked with his cocky lil face.

"Aww. I forgot to bathe, bro. My bad." Shit, his voice sounded good on me. Can't imagine he'd be into the feet he complained about stinkin' so fuckin' much squeezin' into his tight lil' body. Not that he was gonna be complainin' anymore, anyway. They were a bit sweaty, so all I had to do was jerk my knees up a bit and in they went. I pushed my legs down into his, watchin' with a big ass smile on my face as I saw my feet beneath his the skin of his tiny lil' legs slippin' down. My toes reached the base of his heel, and just like puttin' on a pair of sneaks, I shoved those big ass puppies up into his. His feet were all wriggly and warpy as they stretched out, but quickly those lil size 8's were my size 13's, ripe stink and all.

I stood up straight, watching as his lower body stretched upward, going from 5'9 to 6'3 as my quads and calves filled his to the fuckin' brim. Man, it was like puttin' on skinny jeans. I don't fuck with that shit, but here we are. The tightest pair of pants ever. I looked at his groin, all fucked up and not aligned. I smirked, my favorite part. I grabbed his cock, pulling it out as far as it would stretch, farther than it should stretch; just enough for me to push my cockhead to the base of his shaft. Bruh, when I tell you it's like slippin' your babymaker into a fleshlight, I fuckin' mean it. I got hard right then and there, bro. As my big meaty cock pushed into his, it got thicker as it went further, slurpin' into the little cocksleeve it was, until my musky 9 incher had completely filled his. Tuggin' a bit more on his dick skin to gimme my foreskin back. One final snap of the skin, and a bit of ball shufflin' and I was fuckin' in.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Police, open up!" I turned, smirkin'. Too late, porkers. I picked up my black hoodie, slippin' it on over his torso, pulled on some sweatpants and slipped my big puppies back into my J's. I walked over to the door, and swung it wide with a grin on my face. Two cops were outside, starin' me down with confusion. "Uh, good evening, sir. Is this Thiago Zapata's domicile?" I pretended to be all confused, cockin' my head a bit.

"Uh, yeah, man. I'm watchin' it while he's gone. He said he was gonna be in Cartagena for a couple of weeks or whatever. I'm the neighbor." The dumbasses just nodded, scribblin' in their dumb lil' notepads.

"And what's your name, sir? First and last, please." Not a moment too soon, I felt his memories start to slink into my head. I smirked.

"Chase Hightower. I live with my boyfriend in 2C, next door." They wasted like fifteen more minutes gettin' all up in my business, askin' all their questions... I just smiled and nodded, using Chase's memories to give them all the answers they were looking for. Finally they gave up trying to get in, sayin' they were gonna get a warrant or whatever. "That's totally fine, bro. I'll be next door whenever it comes through. Oh, and I just gotta say, Thiago's a good dude. Real nice guy, fine as fuck too. Gotta be some kind of mistake." I had to throw that in, this little shit would be tellin' them all sorts of fake shit about me, none of it good. But as they stomped off, I closed the door and threw my fist up in the air. "FUCK YEAH! NICE TRY MOTHERFUCKERS!" I collapsed onto my couch, takin' a breather before his most recent memories started to get clearer. Aidan was sitting next door, waiting for him to show up.

I had to keep up appearances, after all. So I just grabbed a couple of my things: clothes n' shit, all my kicks, my weed and papers, some cash, and a couple of condoms. Chase was a good lookin' kid before, but with me in there, I'm gonna have girls slobberin' all over this dick! Hah! I got it all in a couple of bags, picked up his phone I'd swatted to the ground, and headed over to Chase's apartment. I opened the door and the place was fuckin' immaculate man. Clean, fancy furniture, smellin' like Febreeze... Damn, we'll see how long this takes to fuck up.

"CHASE!" I turned, seeing Aidan with his arms crossed, tappin' his foot on the kitchen floor. He was fuckin' pissed. "Where in the fuck have you been? There's cops everywhere!" The cops may not have known Chase, but Aidan sure as fuck did. I had to really use his memories to play it off, but man, I'm always slippin' through the mask.

"Ahh, babe. It's my bad. Got stuck in traffic or... whatever. I'm so..." A memory surfaced then and there. The memory of why Chase was so late that night, of why he came home late every fuckin' Saturday night. It was fuzzy at first, but as it got clearer, I saw him fuckin' some dude raw across town. Every weekend, steppin' out on this poor kid, just to dump his load into some lil twink and come home to pretend nothin' was wrong. Fuck, this guy was shit. "I'm... sorry. Won't happen again, babe. I promise you that."

Right off the bat, I knew he saw something was wrong. I don't know if it was delayed reaction, or if he was just so fuckin' pissed he didn't see it at first... But he definitely saw it then. His boy wasn't over 6'0 before. His boy wasn't dressin' in black hoodies and Jordans. His boy wasn't stacked from hours every day at the gym. But now... he was.

"You look off. What have you been doing? Are you on steroids?" I kept searching through Chase's memories to find something to use to diffuse a very pissed off Aidan. Eventually, I found it. I smirked, leaning my arm against the wall and crossing my ankles.

"What, babe? You liking what you're seein'? You been askin' for me to play bad boy for months now, well tonight's your night, bro." His demeanor immediately shifted from rage to nervousness. "Yeah, just like Thiago next door, right? You love it when he gets home all sweaty and jacked, smellin' like a locker room. You like it when you hear him poundin' babes all night long on the other side of the wall. You wanted him to step on your face and make you lick his feet and suck his big smelly cock..." I groped my bulge through the sweats, watching as his eyes went down to my throbbin' package. The kid was sweet, man he had a thing for me. Little did he know he had the real deal in front of him.

"I... Why now? You said he was dirty and disgusting and you'd never be like him..." I grinned, pushin' off the wall to strut over to him. He leaned against the counter as I put my arms on either side of him, pushing my new body right up against his. I could feel his lil' cock throbbin' against mine. It was... I don't know, man, it was cute the way he was blushin' lookin' at me.

"Yeah, maybe I like dirty and nasty, now. 'Cuz I know you like dirty and nasty..." I put my hand on his bulge, squeezing rough. He moaned, lettin' out a soft whimper. "Yeah, babe. How's bout you let Thiago take care of you tonight, babe. Go to the bedroom and strip for me." He sat there for a second, I guess he was thinkin' or whatever, but it didn't take long for a smile to show up and for him to run into the bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh, bro. It was so cute. There's somethin' so feminine about the guy, kinda reminds me of my ex. I guess guys could be femme too, maybe I could get with that. Fuck, why not. I was like, I'm gonna be in here for a long time, might as well get some tail in while I'm here.

I walked into the bathroom, pullin' off my sweatshirt and lookin' into the mirror for the first time. The chest ink is all done, his skin forever gonna be branded with my tatts. I pull out his phone, typing in my bro's number with the crew. I snap a pic of my sweaty, sexy new gringo bod, and send it to him.

"Layin' low for a minute, O. Pigs got me all fucked up. Still down for jobs, tho." I smirked, pressin' send, and walkin' out into the dark bedroom. Aidan was bare-ass naked, his legs up in the air and a surprisingly juicy lil' ass beggin for this dick. His hole puckered as he whimpered for it. Man, somethin' snapped in me that night, bro. It just looked so fuckin' nice... such a perfect, tight lil cum dump... and he was literally beggin' for it. I growled as I pushed my sweats to the ground, my briefs fallin' with them. Struttin' over to him, my J's squeakin' on the wood floors, I'm just ready to stick that drippin' musky rod inside him before he chirps up.

"Wait..." I look down at him, leaning over the top of him with a wolfish grin. "Can we... can we do the thing..." I knew exactly what he was talkin' about. Chase was such a fuckin' prude he'd never do it for the kid, but with me in the driver's seat, this thirsty lil guy was gonna get a whole new side of his man. I grinned as I pulled off one of my Jordans, holding it just below my face to take a quick sniff. Man, I'd been runnin' in these all night, liftin' in these every day, it stank of my ripe ass feet, and he'd been dreamin' of that funk ever since I moved in.

I slammed the sneaker down over his nose, spitting on my pre-slicked cock before thrusting my length into his puckering hole. I fucked that kid hard, just like I'd fucked Lizzie, Aisha, Carmen, & Mina. He moaned and sniffed over and over again as I slipped in and out of his hole. Aidan was a thirsty lil twink, he wanted a hard masculine guy to fuck him like a toy, and Chase just wasn't up for the fuckin' job. But man, feelin' my slimy dick ramming into his tight ass was like fuckin' the tightest pussy I've ever had. He was better than the last two weeks of girls combined. His hand took over holding the sneaker on his face, lettin' me grab ahold of his lil' dick and pump. I guess my sweaty hands were doin' it for him, as his moans got louder. He started thrustin' into my palms as I fucked him silly.

"Yeah, babe. You been wantin' Thiago's smelly dick all up inside you haven't you?" *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* "Ahh fuck yeah, babe. Let me take care of you, babe." *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* I felt my balls start to quake, feelin' my knees get all wobbly... It was comin' "Fuck yeah, you want this load inside you, baby?" He whimpered nose deep in my sneaker, I could hear him groaning a quiet 'mmmmhmmmm'. That's all I ever need to hear, baby. I only ever need a yes.

"AaaaaaaaAGH!" I felt my balls jolt, and my load went bursting into him. Once, Twice, Three times, Four times, Five times... just wave after wave of my splooge just rushin' into that twink ass. Fuck! I hadn't cum like that before. Ever! Dribblin' off at 7 shots of my batter deep into him, and he shot his own lil load onto my hand. I kept strokin, grinning from ear to ear hearin' his whiny ass gettin' all 'ahhhhhhh' and 'oooooooooooo'... Hah! Damn, the kid was a natural. I pulled my snake out of him, my load drippin' out of his gaping hole.

I fell onto the bed next to him, panting and sighing. I turned my head, laughin' seein my sneaker still sittin' upside down on his face. Pulling it off, I got to see his smiling face, glistening with sweat. For my first time with a dude, Aidan gave a lot of girls a run for their money. He turned to me, chuckling under his panting breath. Wantin' to give him a bit of a show, I brought the Jordan to my nose, takin' a quick whiff and sighing in satisfaction. Ripe n' funky, but if it does it for ya, you can get as much as you want. Dropping it on the floor, I could tell he was still shocked.

"What happened to you?" He smiled and laughed, and I felt myself grinning from his happy little laughs.

"I'm a new man for you, babe. I can stick around if you want?" I winked at him, and he smiled; nodding and cuddlin' up against my sweaty muscles. I hadn't done what they call 'aftercare' before, but I learned a lot that night. Aidan likes to be all snuggled up, sweet and complimentary, talkin' about his day and what he was thinking and feeling... It was different, and honestly kinda nice. Maybe this wouldn't be as much of a fuckin' drag as I thought it would be. I turned to the nightstand, seein' my phone light up and vibrate. Omarion.

I picked it up as he started to nod off, seein' that my bro had texted back. Opening the text, it was just a location and a time. I knew what that meant. Tomorrow night, meetin' up at the docks. I nodded and put the phone onto the charger, and started gettin' to puttin' my stuff into my new closet.

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I woke up the next morning, the smell of cum still hangin' in the air. I stretched and sighed, winkin' at myself in the mirror before hoppin up to my feet. I went into the living room, seein' the balcony door open. I smiled, seein' a memory of Aidan drinkin' his coffee out there on the couch. So, I went and got him a glass of his cold brew, and walked out there, seein' him quietly reading a book. I looked at him and immediately saw he was decked out in my threads: my tank, my jeans, my chucks, my chains... and honestly it looked good on him.

"What you doin' out here without your coffee?" He looked up from his book, and smiled.

"You never bring me my coffee! Thanks, Chase!" I grinned hearing that name, handing him his cold brew and plopping down on the seat across from him. He sipped it, tossing it back like a bachelorette downing tequila shots. He smacked his lips and hummed, but looked up at me with a weird look. "Last night was hot as fuck."

"Yeah, baby. It was hot. You got real into it, bro." He raised his eyebrow a bit, putting his drink down on the balcony ledge.

"What happened to you? You never answered me last night. What's changed?" He waved his hand up and down, pointin' at my chest, my arms, my abs, my feet, my height... "You did not look like this yesterday morning." I sat there for a second, thinkin' about what the fuck I was gonna say. I couldn't tell him, of course. But I needed a better answer than 'oh, I'm using your boyfriend's body as a disguise to hide from the cops.'

"I can tell you if you really wanna know, babe. Or, I could just show you. But, gimme a day or so." He looked at me for what seemed like a long ass time, but in the end, he smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, Chase. One day to explain." Bullet dodged. For now, at least. I now had a day to figure out what to do. The guy was like, a genuinely good dude. I'm not gonna fuck the kid over, or slip out of his boyfriend to show him he got his wish havin' the Colombian Neighbor fuck him. "Anyway, it's Sunday. And I got you for the whole day." He grinned, rubbing his hand on my thigh.

For the next ten hours, it was like hanging out with one of my bros. Playin' video games, cookin' food, I even got the little guy to take a rip from the bong. He was hackin' up a lung, and I laughed my ass off, but fuck is Aidan a good dude to kick back with. I was really starting to dig him; the vibes were on point, he's funny as fuck, interested in cool things... The more time I spent with him, the more I really liked the guy. If anything, it made me that much more fuckin' pissed that a racist little fuck like Chase was steppin' out on him behind his back. This is the kind of dude you have at home, and you're puttin' your dick in someone else? Like, far be it for me to have much to say about serial fuckin', but Aidan didn't deserve that. At all.

I decided then and there, as long as I was pilotin' Chase, he was gonna be the man that Aidan had always wanted, and the man he deserved. It wasn't even gonna be that hard, man. Just bein' myself, the vibes were electric. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought. Laughin', puttin' my arm around him as he played Legend of Zelda or whatever, I don't know it just felt right. So by the time the sun went down, it felt like it had only been twenty minutes. I looked up at the clock on the oven, seein' it sayin' that it was almost 9 PM.

"Hey, babe. I'm gonna run to the store, you want me to get you anything?" He barely looked up from the game, just turnin' his head a little bit.

"Ice cream. Pistachio. Love you." I laughed, ruffling his blonde locks before hoppin' up, and slippin' my J's back on. I made sure his eyes were plastered on the screen before slipping heat into my pants, and headed toward the door.

"Be right back, bro." He just waved behind him, not so much as glancin' at me. I snickered, and felt the butterflies in my stomach flutterin' around. Fuck, I was gettin' in deep. I opened the door, and made my way out into the hall. The police had tape all around my old apartment, doin' all their searches and fingerprintin'. Fuckin' fools. I turned and walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

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The docks were empty at that time of night, no one's around past 8. So walking straight up to warehouse 7 was a breeze. I reached in through the broken glass on the door, turning the knob from the inside and walkin' in. The blue lights were barely lighting anything, but in the far side of the empty room, I saw my boy smokin' his blunt. Still decked out in his diamonds and gold.

"Bruh, I gotta tell you. I ain't been a gay before, but this shit ain't too bad!" He looked up at me, nearly bursting into laughter at the gringo struttin' up in my clothes.

"Fuck, bro! Now I know that ain't Thiago up in that white boy." I smirked, bowing like the drama queen Chase used to be before slappin' Omarion on the shoulder.

"The one and only, bro. Pretty wild, right?" He laughed, passing me the blunt. I took a quick hit, lettin' out the rings I'm known for in our crew. That seemed to set his questions at ease.

"Motherfucker that is you! I'm out here dodgin' feds and pigs right and left, and you're over there squeezin' into fags." That word hit differently now, I felt my smile fade the moment it left his lips.

"Yeah, man. Snatched this little racist homewrecker in the hall. His boyfriends pretty tight, though."

"Him or his hole?" Omarion started to laugh, and I couldn't stop myself from shoving him against the wall. I'd caught him off guard, puttin' my arm against his neck.

"Don't be talkin' about him like that. Aidan's alright. Got it?" Omarion snickered, and then burst out laughing.

"Bruh, you in deep with this. Aight, aight! I ain't got nothin' against the gays, man. You know that." I let him off the wall, steppin back before taking another hit off the blunt. "So..." He awkwardly muttered. "Got a little hidey-hole for me?"

I turned to him, lettin' out a cloud of smoke in his face. No way I was gonna put up Aidan as his personal safe house. But thinking about it for just a second, a smirk crawled across my face. Perhaps that little shit Chase had been fuckin' on the side may come in handy after all.

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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.”

"what do you mean you think you like this new hairless look I've got going on bro?" The jock asked me gesturing to the thick expanse of hair covering his shirtless chest, like it was the most ridiculous thing he had heard today. I mean he had every right, he WAS a hairy mountain of a man but as the question left my lips I saw the forestbof hairs retreat from his chest, arms, legs, and jaw. Leaving him as smooth as the day he was born.

Chet over here had the misfortune of being rude to me at the gym, I apparently was on his favorite leg press and he'd made an ass out of himself. So I was going to use it. He sat down between his sets resting and I had decided to do the same next to him.

"I just mean it goes so well with that new hairstyle you got yesterday at the salon" dog piling on the changes, his face cocked in confusion. "Bro. I don't know you, and I don't go to no faggy salons!" He says brushing his hair back, before he rolls his eyes at you. "I get myself waxed for comps and that's it!" His voice sounding so done with me. But his brows were furrowing, things felt dizzy confusing as his posture shifted a little.

I just smirk, "ofcourse you go to faggy salons you silly airhead, they always give you those facials you love that make the skin around your gorgeous dick sucking lips, so nice and pristine!" I could see him ball his fists, my god who would dare fucking talk Chet Wilder, College Quarter back this way. I would.

I could see my choice of words already taking effect, the airhead comment was making his faces' anger soften, his lips began to plump until they were nice and supple always in a permanent pout. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a giggle. "What..what are you doing...doing to me" Chet rapidly said, he felt warm and fuzzy, all his thoughts flooding out of his brain, drifting aimlessly until I decided where to put them.

"you don't have to think about that, you never have to think about anything other than stuffing that giant bubble butt of yours with as many cocks as your slutty hole can dream of" I say, god I was really laying it onto him thick. I shifted his own thoughts and identity into mass and shifted all of that energy down his body and onto his tight muscled ass. He started to squirm in his chair, his pants already tight began to rip and tear as his new beach ball ass lifted him out of the seat. His face became what I could only describe as empty, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he bit his lips. I was destroying a masculine man, I was remaking him into a bubble butted slut himbo who needed cock like an addict needed their fix.

I felt the raw magic settle and heard him moan, more like whine in a high pitched voice... "Fuck..fuck yes somebody fill my holes" he yelled throwing his head back biting his lips eyes closed.