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Wolfe Glick's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2

"Damn it!” Blue, working in his home office, heard Kevin groan from the front door.

He pushed himself away from his desk and walked downstairs, trying to figure out what was wrong. In the entryway of their home, he saw his shirtless, hairy boyfriend clad in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap that struggled to contain his massive bulge. He was frowning as he glanced at the porch, the door swinging wide open so that the whole neighborhood could see his buff frame.

“What is it?” Blue asked, placing a tender hand on Kevin’s hairy pec, trying to fight back a smile as the other man shuddered at the touch, his jockstrap-clad bulge twitching.

Kevin tried to focus on the issue at hand, even as he leaned further into Blue’s touch. “Someone stole our package,” he whined. “Again!”

At the sound of the ruckus downstairs, Nick made his way down and over to the other two. He was still naked from his interrupted stream, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him with every step he took. The only thing he wore was a cowboy hat— something that was a permanent fixture of his wardrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his thick country boy accent as prominent as ever.

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself. “It seems that there’s been some porch pirates in the area,” he mused, trying to think up a solution.

Kevin snorted, “Maybe if we had a guard dog to scare the thieves away.”

Nick nodded in agreement. “Some big fella who would scare any of them robbers away. That’d do the trick.”

An idea started to form in Blue’s mind and he began to smirk to himself. “A big, strong guard dog?” he hummed. “That’s a pretty good idea…”

— — —

“…so make sure you like and subscribe for more Pokémon content,” Wolfe Glick said into his webcam, giving his usual sign off for his next video. He clicked on the red circle icon, stopping his recording.

He glanced at the time on his computer, and shot out of his seat once he realized that he was running late for his appointment. The World Champion Pokémon player was an avid streamer, and with Worlds coming up, he was starting to feel the pressure a little bit. It wasn’t anything too terrible, but Wolfe figured that the smartest thing to do would be to talk to a professional before any of his anxieties grew.

After doing some Internet searching, Wolfe had stumbled upon the homepage of a certain hypnotherapist named Blue, who claimed to specialize in work-related anxiety. After one phone call, he’d made an appointment with the hypnotherapist, hoping that he could use his expertise to help him dominate at Worlds and maintain his top position as the World’s Greatest Pokémon Master.

After leaving his place, Wolfe made it to the hypnotherapist’s home office just in time. He parked his car in back and made his way up to the front door.

He barely had time to knock before the front door swung open, revealing the doctor. “Welcome, Wolfe,” Blue grinned. “I’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”

The streamer followed Blue inside the home, noting how cozy it was. There was the faint smell of musk, as if there was an at-home gym on the premises. Plus, he could see a variety of consoles and gaming memorabilia.

“You game?” Wolfe asked, finding playing video games a safe way to form a connection with a new person.

Blue nodded as he led the other man into his office, gesturing towards the sofa for him to relax on. “From time to time,” he said. “My boyfriends play a lot more than I do. They actually stream for a living.”

Wolfe nodded to himself as he took the offered seat.

“But you didn’t come all the way here to discuss gaming with me, did you?” Blue asked, grabbing his notebook and pen. “Tell me, Wolfe, what’s on your mind?”

The streamer shrugged his broad shoulders, and the bottom of his polo lifted with the action, giving Blue a sneak peek of his happy trail. “I’ve just been feeling a little stress and anxiety over this competition that’s coming up,” he admitted. “It’s nothing too much, but I just wanted to talk to someone to make sure I stay grounded.”

Blue nodded, humming to himself in thought. “You know,” he finally said, “there are some hypnosis treatments that I can offer you to help keep your stress levels down.”

“Sure, let’s try it,” he said, leaning back into the sofa.

The hypnotherapist fought to hide his mischievous smirk as he grabbed his pocket watch out of his coat. “Now, just focus your attention on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice,” he said in a smooth tone. 

Wolfe did as instructed, and he instantly felt relaxed as he watched the pocket watch swing left and right. The sounds of the Blue’s melodic words lulled him into a deep sleep, and eventually his eyes glazed over and his jaw was slack as he fell under Blue’s control.

A wide grin stretched out Blue’s face. “Now Wolfe, I want you to listen to every command I give you,” he said, his voice slow and deep. “Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand,” Wolfe repeated in a monotone, his eyes still fixated on the swinging pocket watch.

“Now, Wolfe, you may continue your streaming career, but you’re also going to take up another passion: Bodybuilding.”

“I will take up bodybuilding,” Wolfe repeated.

“You will look into bodybuilding and you will grow consumed with the thought of getting bigger. And you won’t listen to anyone who questions this new desire of yours.”

“I want to get bigger.”

Snap! Blue snapped his fingers, jolting Wolfe out of his daze.

Wolfe jerked back in his seat, rubbing at his temples in confusion. The last thing he’d been able to vividly recall was arriving at the doctor’s home. Yet, after that, everything was fuzzy. He struggled to recall anything during the hypnosis session, but a thick fog seemed to solidify in his brain, effectively blocking it out.

The streamer continued to massage his foggy head as he tried to piece together anything. However, he soon realized that the mild panic he’d felt earlier in the morning was gone. Whereas, he’d felt a little apprehension about the upcoming Pokémon tournaments, he didn’t feel worried in the slightest now as he sat in front of Blue.

The man perked up. “It worked!” he gasped in surprised. “Holy crap, it actually worked!”

Blue smiled to himself. “Of course it did,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s go ahead an schedule you a follow-up…”

After scheduling another session, Wolfe left the doctor’s office with his head held high. The cute streamer was in awe that the hypnotherapy actually worked, and he was planning on telling all of his friends about the miracle worker that Dr. Blue was. However, all of his elation fell down to the ground when he saw his reflection in the tinted windows of his car.

Wolfe deeply frowned when he examined his body.

He’d worn a simple polo and some shorts for his session, so his limbs were easily visible. However, the man grew self-conscious when he saw how stick thin and tiny his arms looked. He flexed one arm, feeling immense disappointment when his bicep barely created a lump. Looking down at himself, his chest seemed embarrassingly flat, showing absolutely zero traces of muscle whatsoever. And his legs were like toothpicks: thin and simple.

Never before had Wolfe ever felt self-conscious about his body. Being a streamer, he tended to not get as much exercise as he’d preferred to; however, all he seemed to be able to think about as he stared at his slender reflection was that he was so small and tiny.

Without a second thought, Wolfe got into his car and sped down the road to one of the local gyms in the area. He hurried inside and paid for a membership, immediately heading towards the weight pile…

— — —

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Blue left his office to go answer it. He swung it open widely, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he saw his altered client.

“Good morning, Dr. Blue,” Wolfe smiled as he entered the house for his follow-up appointment.

It’d been about two months since his last visit, and although he’d known that the results would be drastic, Blue still wasn’t fully prepared for what he saw.

Whereas before, Wolfe had been rather slender and toned, this new hunk was packed with solid muscle. Still wearing the same sized clothes as before, Wolfe’s new muscles stretched every fabric to the limit. His arms had grown, making the tight sleeves of his polo bunch up near his rounding shoulders. The bottom of his shirt was lifted a little bit due to his growing pecs that were now so big that the streamer couldn’t button up the polo at the top. His legs had grown a bit too, forcing his usual strut to take on a little bit of a waddle.

“Wow, Wolfe, you’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Blue mused, quite literally drooling over the growing gamer.

Wolfe blushed a little bit. “Yeah, a little bit,” he said, flexing a sizable bicep, causing the fabric around his arms to rip a little bit. “I’m still nowhere near as big as I’d like to be though.”

Blue smirked a little as an idea formed in his head. “Well, I can help you out with that too,” he offered. “If you’d like, of course.”

Wolfe eagerly agreed and nearly threw himself down onto the couch, sitting up straight as he readied himself for another hypnotherapy session. His stress levels were already at an all time low, so if Blue could help him out with his workouts, then he’d feel one-hundred percent at peace. Over the past few months, Wolfe still streamed and prepared for Worlds; however, whenever he wasn’t playing Pokémon, the stud was in the gym. He worked out religiously all in attempt to bulk up. Although he was gaining some impressive muscles in such a short amount of time (and he’d already gained about twenty pounds of pure muscle), he was nowhere near feeling big enough. He still felt tiny, despite having outgrown all of his clothes that were now plastered against his growing frame.

“Just pay attention to the pocket watch,” Blue ordered, swinging it to and fro.

Again, it didn’t take long before Wolfe was lost in a trance, his jaw slacked as the growing muscle stud was put under.

“Wolfe,” Blue smiled, “you’re making some nice progress, but we can speed things up a bit. You’re now going to feel an urge to take steroids so that you can get as inhumanly big as possible.”

“I will take steroids,” Wolfe repeated, his voice robotic and slow.

“And once you’re all big and bulky like a bodybuilder, you’ll come move in here to be our good guard dog.”

“I will be a big guard dog…”

— — —

Over the next few months, Wolfe practically lived in the gym. He still focused on his streaming career, and even won Worlds. However, now that that was out of the way, the growing hunk was able to devote all of his time to working out and growing his muscles.

At his gym, he’d managed to make some connections to get a hold of some fast-acting steroids that were guaranteed to bring about drastic results. At first, Wolfe noticed the side effects more than anything. His body hair grew in thicker with all of the extra testosterone in his system, leading to his chest hair growing in at a faster rate and covering up all of his budding muscles. And his libido was in hyperdrive. The streamer was constantly horny, and after each workout session, he had to excuse himself to the locker room to take care of his throbbing member.

Whereas Wolfe had started out his hypnotherapy sessions weighing in a regular 180 pounds, the stud was now topping the scales at 320 pounds of pure, solid muscle. His arms had packed on so much size that he had trouble bending them past a ninety degree angle, and whenever they were relaxed, they rested atop his new flaring lats. His pecs had inflated to large proportions, looking cumbersome and heavy as they jutted off his torso. The hairy mounds were so large that they forced his nipples to point downward; and his large pecs and arms kept pushing against each other whenever he tried to told a game controller for his streams which led to a lot of his videos showing him struggling to get comfortable in his tiny chair with such a large bulky body. His legs were so large now that the streamer waddled everywhere he went, his massive thighs rolling over each other with each step. Thanks to his steroid usage, his stomach pushed out slightly, giving him the beginnings of what would eventually turn into a large, round roidgut.

Wolfe was huge! His large hairy muscles were professional bodybuilder size, and the stud still wanted to get bigger. He had trouble finding clothes that would fit over his enormous bulk, resulting in his wardrobe consisting of numerous tanks and loose shorts. Still, at their largest size, his shorts appeared shrink wrapped around his big quads, and his pecs constantly spilled out over the tops of his tanks.

It was dressed like this that Wolfe made his way back to Blue’s place for what was supposed to be their final session. Although Wolfe felt as if his anxiety was under control, he still felt compelled to venture back to the hypnotherapist’s office.

When he entered, he felt an odd surge of pride when he saw how wide Blue’s eyes got when looking at his muscles.

“Wow, Wolfey,” Blue genuinely mused. “You’re huge!”

Wolfe felt his face stretch out into a joyful smile at being called huge, and he couldn’t resist forming a double biceps pose on the spot. His mountainous biceps flexed with power, and since he’d come straight to the doctor’s after his workout, his hairy pits were all sweaty and musky, filling the small office with a locker room aroma.

Blue ran an admiring hand over one of Wolfe’s large muscletits, giving the round muscle a playful squeeze. “You must’ve been working out a lot,” he teased. “Such a big, strong guy you are!”

Wolfe couldn’t help but preen at the compliments he was getting. For some strange reason, they seemed to bring about a joyous sensation deep within him, and he felt himself growing more and more excited by the second. His hard cock started to tent out his workout shorts, and he moved to another pose. This time, forming a side chest pose to illustrate just how much work he’d put into building up his massive body.

“Is that him?” Wolfe heard a deep voice with a country accent ask.

Still posing, he looked over to the stairs to see two men descend. One was wearing cowboy hat while the other had grown out what looked like a porn stache. Both were hairy and left their impressive (yet way smaller than his) chests on full display.

Instead of being self-conscious at being caught showing off his muscles for another guy, Wolfe loved having more guys look at him. The streamer leaned forward to form a most muscular pose, loving every second that the three guys were gawking at his humongous muscles.

“Yep,” Blue said, clapping Wolfe on the back. “This is Wolfey, our new guard dog. With muscles as big as his, no one will dare to steal our packages anymore. Watch…”

The hypnotherapist pressed a button on his phone, making the doorbell ring.

Something inside of Wolfe clicked and the large bodybuilder streamer felt a fierce protectiveness grow inside of himself. Looking at Blue, Nick, and Kevin, Wolfe started to view the men in a different light. Suddenly, instead of strangers, the three of them were the most handsome men in the world to Wolfe, and he could feel an almost animalistic instinct form in the pit of his gut.

At the thought of someone being at the door, Wolfe dropped onto all fours with a loud thud. The large bodybuilder crawled over the door, his massive muscular arms slamming onto the floor intimidatingly as he moved. He felt himself bare his teeth, letting out a low, bellowing growl.

“Grrr…” Wolfey growled as he protected his new home like a guard dog. He puffed out his hairy, muscular chest with power. Had someone really been at the door, then no doubt, they would’ve been scared away by the sight of the growling bodybuilder.

Blue smirked and walked up to Wolfey. He fastened a leather collar with spikes adorning it around his neck. Attached to it was a metallic tag in the shape of a dog bone that read out: WOLFEY.

Wolfey flinched at the feeling and for a moment, something inside of his foggy brain screamed at him that something was wrong. It said that he shouldn’t be on the floor of the hypnotherapist’s office, and that he shouldn’t be this big. However, as he looked up into Blue’s eyes, he felt the panic quickly evaporate and he flexed his large muscles with pride.

“Who’s my good boy?” Blue teasingly asked, patting Wolfey on the head.

The bodybuilder streamer straightened his posture and flexed his large arms again. “Me,” he beamed widely. “I’m a good boy!”

Over the next few days, Wolfey blended into the new dynamic at Blue’s household seamlessly. In the morning, he would wake up and stream some Pokémon, showing off his massive muscles for his viewers and flexing whenever they tipped him. Then he’d start to work out in the home gym, grunting loudly as he lifted heavy weights like they were nothing. He also proved to be quite the guard dog too, fiercely protecting his new house and its inhabitants. There were no more porch pirate incidents, especially after Wolfey came bounding out the front door, barking and displaying his massive muscles to scare the would-be robber away.

The massive bodybuilder guard dog loved his new life with Blue, Kevin, and Nick. He was such a good boy.

A New Life

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3

It’d been almost a year since Blue had hypnotized his new boyfriends.

The first had been Kevin Jonas, and Blue had managed to convince the former boy band member that he was just some slutty streamer who loved to be musky all day. Whereas Kevin used to have the boy-next-door motif, he now looked like he’d been ripped straight out of a 70’s porn flick, complete with the mustache and hairy chest.

Second had been Nick Jonas. The singer was now a cowboy who had to play with his nipples in order to get off. Sure, Nick had played tons of gay roles for shows in the past, the stud was now living it: showing off and fondling his sensitive chest for everyone to see on stream, all the while moaning in that new country accent of his.

Finally, Wolfe Glick had joined the group. The competitive Pokémon player had gone from good boy to an entirely different definition of the phrase. His body had been pumped full of steroids, turning him into an absolute muscle monster who lived to be praised by Blue and the others. Not only was he a good boy in the new sense, but he also acted as guard dog for the group’s house, growling at anyone who walked too close to the front door.

The three of them would frequently stream together online, playing numerous video games and showing off for the chat. Speaking of, the chat would often times egg them on, tipping them if they sniffed/licked one another’s pits or flexed their muscles for the camera. Their streams proved to be immensely popular, and the three altered men were loving their new lives.

However, at the end of the day, Blue couldn’t deny that he felt a little semblance of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Of course, he loved his life with his three slutty streamer boyfriends, and he wouldn’t change them (back) for the world; however, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the voice in the back of his head that told him that they were only with him because of the hypnosis. No matter how happy they looked and no matter how great the sex was, the hypnotherapist still knew deep down that they wouldn’t be there if he hadn’t hypnotized them in the first place.

Therefore, one day Blue called the three of them down to his office. 

The trio lumbered into the office, each of them a little confused as to why this impromptu meeting had been called. Each one of them was dressed in just a jockstrap; with the exceptions being Nick’s cowboy hat and Wolfe’s dog collar. They shared the couch with one another, with Wolfey taking up most of the space with his extra wide bulk. The three of them were shirtless, each one of them preferring to be as uncovered as possible. Musk wafted off their hot bodies in waves since they’d just finished showing off on stream, the stench of sexual excitement permeating the air.

“What’s up?” Kevin asked.

Blue leaned back in his chair, unsure of how to approach the issue that he was feeling. He wanted to ask if they would still be with him on their own free will, but at the same time, he didn’t know how to possibly explain the current situation to them. Hence, he figured that the band-aid method would be best.

Snap! the hypnotherapist snapped his fingers, each man on the couch wincing as they felt as if they’d just been hit by a freight train.

Immediately, the three men felt a rush as the onslaught of the year’s past memories came back at them full force. They each paled at the memories of what they’d done on stream as well as the body modifications that they’d undergone.

“Wh-what?” Kevin stuttered as he blushed furiously, feeling as if he’d burst into flames over the humiliation he felt over seeing himself sniff at his hairy pits for hundreds to see. He looked down at himself, feeling incredibly exposed as his hairy body was clad in just a small jockstrap. Worse was that his cock was still half-hard, despite being surrounded by other guys.

In the middle of the couch, Nick grabbed his cowboy hat off his head and placed it in his lap so that he could shield his own jockstrap bulge from view of the other men. He was red from head to toe, and despite himself, his perky nipples still burned with want. It took all of his willpower to not tug on them in front of the other men, and he had to focus on his humiliation in order to stay grounded. The poor guy even struggled with the odd sensation of feeling naked without his hat on… despite truly being nearly nude. His lack of a cowboy hat seemed to be the catalyst for his sense of discomfort.

Lastly, Wolfe first noticed how heavy he felt. He looked down at his body and gasped loudly as he saw how large he now was. With shaking hands, he moved barely flexible arms to feel at his large, new bodybuilder form. He was huge and he blushed as his new form kept rubbing up against itself with every movement. “Wh-what happened to me?” he panicked, his voice sounding a bit deeper than it should’ve.

The three men looked at Blue with wide, frightened eyes as they struggled to piece the last year’s events together. They knew that he was behind it, and their humiliation was mixed with anger over how they’d been forced to act against their will. More embarrassing was that, despite how horrified they were at this epiphany, there was a growing part inside each of them that was excited over the thought of showing off for the camera— a spark of pleasure forming at the idea of handfuls of men watching them pleasure themselves.

The hypnotherapist held his hands out in front of himself in a genuine gesture. “Listen,” he said, his voice slow and soothing, “I’ve had you three hypnotized over the past year. Each one of you had been brought to believe that you were a gay, slutty streamer and that we’d all been in a poly-relationship together.”

Each of the men on the other couch blushed at this epiphany but despite their shock, they couldn’t deny the foreign tingling they felt deep inside as their broad, bare shoulders constantly brushed up against one another’s. Plus, with the three of them on one sofa, their musk permeated the small living room. Poor Wolfe’s arms were too large and they kept jostling against his bulbous pecs, preventing him from covering his hardening bulge in the front of his tiny jockstrap.

“I simply used hypnotherapy to convince each one of you to let down your inhibitions and unleash a hidden part of yourself— and behold!” Blue gestured at the three men on the couch. “Think about it. I released you from the hypnosis, but what do you all feel in this moment?”

Instinctually, the three altered men wanted to lash out at the smaller guy on the other side of the living room. However, they couldn’t help but ponder the question presented to them all.

Kevin thought back to his transformation into a hairy slut. Of course there was a part of him that missed his old boy band life, but he could not deny that there was a thrill that rippled through him at the thought of showing off on camera for tons of other men to gawk at. He was rock hard as he breathed in the other guys’ musk, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t deny that he was eager to get back on camera as soon as possible. 

Nick experienced the same influx of emotions: embarrassment, anger, and above all horniness. Although he couldn’t shake his thick country boy accent, Nick didn’t really seem to mind the thought of showing off his body to other guys. He’d done it before on TV as he’d played plenty of LGBTQ+ characters. The only difference now was that he was actually living the part. Also, his chest burned with want, and never before had Nick ever gotten off so intensely than when he’d had his nipples toyed and played with. He severely doubted that even if he did go back to his old life, that he’d ever experience pleasure as great as when Blue would thumb his hard nips. The mere thought already made his tits burn with deep desire.

Wolfe was obviously the most drastically transformed. The stud knew that no matter what, there was no way he could ever trade in his new bodybuilder bulk for his old body; nor did he really want to. His chest felt cumbersome and he couldn’t see over the shelf his large pecs created. His arms were thick and barely movable. When he walked, he was forced to lumber side to side in a waddling stride. But despite all of that, he loved how much he dwarfed the other men in the house. He could easily pick up each of them and toss them over this broad shoulder, the simple action filling him with a protective contentment. Deep down, Wolfe had always been described as a sweet puppy by his friends, and now he was a sweet guard dog… just significantly bigger.

Overall, as Kevin, Nick, and Wolfe each thought about what had been done to them, they didn’t take long to realize that at the end of the day, they all loved it and they couldn’t imagine leaving their new lives of pleasure to return to their old, boring ones.

But still, they each wanted Blue to pay.

Each man wore a mischievous smirk as they looked over at the small hypnotherapist.

Kevin, being the first one transformed and therefore assuming the role as leader of the group, spoke up. “You’re right,” he admitted, “we love our new lives. But for doing this to us against our will, you owe us.”

Blue’s heart sped up in his chest. “What do you mean?” he asked, feeling himself getting hard as he stood in front of the three larger men.

Wolfey stepped forward and easily tossed the smaller man over this broadened shoulder, puffing out his muscled chest with pride as he carried him back up the stairs to their shared bedroom. Kevin and Nick eagerly followed behind.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, Blue was gently tossed down onto the bed before all three of the men pounced at once.

They took turns shoving their hairy, musky armpits into Blue’s face, forcing the smaller man to lap at them hungrily with his tongue, which he did so gleefully. Kevin’s were especially musky, and he went so far as to place his hand on the back of Blue’s head to shove his face deeper into them. 

Each of the larger men was rock hard, their massive cocks springing out as they tore their tight jockstraps away from themselves as they anticipated their hypnotherapist boyfriend taking care of them.

Kevin grabbed Blue from behind, placing both of his hands on the other man’s hips. Nick tore away Blue’s pants, allowing the other man to line up his throbbing cock with the smaller guy’s hole. 

“Oooohhh!” Blue moaned loudly as Kevin entered him. The rest of the guys cheered in the bedroom as the sounds of Blue’s clapping cheeks rang out, Kevin thrusting into his throbbing hole like a mad man. 

Wolfey circled around the bed and grabbed a hold of Blue’s head (having a little difficultly with his bulky muscles getting the way). Wolfe’s hard cock bobbed in front of Blue’s face, his purple-flushed head leaking precum as it brushed against Blue’s slack jaw as he moaned.

Without hesitation, the hypnotherapist took in Wolfe’s hard cock in his mouth, moaning loudly as he was being stuffed full by both ends. 

Kevin fucked his aching hole while Wolfey fucked his face. 

Not wanting to feel left out, Nick hungrily rushed forward and snatched both of Blue’s hands, shoving them onto his hairy pecs. Blue took his cue and began to tug on Nick’s sensitive nipples, causing the cowboy stud to moan like a needy slut.

All four men heatedly fucked in the small bedroom that they shared, illustrating their new roles in life. No longer did Kevin, Nick, and Wolfe feel angry about being turned into slutty streamers. They loved their new lives and they loved their new boyfriend that they all shared.

Blue moaned as he was fucked both ways and as he groped Nick, loving having all three of his boyfriends use him to get off.

Kevin, Nick, and Wolfe each came at the same time, filling up the small hypnotherapist with their cum from both ends while Nick’s coated his chest.

Blue lied on the bed, spent from being used by his boyfriends, a smile on his tired face.

“I’d say we’re even now,” Kevin smirked as he crossed his arms in front of his hairy chest.

..The End..

New Costumes for Halloween

[Here's a Halloween story in June... I'm not a summer person-- like, at all! So this was perfect timing!]

“Step right up and experience the mysticism of Hypnosis!” Blue the Magician announced from atop the brightly lit stage. He worked as a special magician whom parties could hire for Halloween fun. He’d been sought out by a wealthy benefactor to perform at a party in Downtown LA in which majority of the guests would be celebrities and influencers; and upon hearing this, Blue knew exactly what kind of tricks he’d try out for the fall fun.

The magician, who was decked out head-to-toe in a generic outfit that looked like it’d been purchased from a party store, gestured towards his three “volunteers”.

Onstage next to Blue stood three studs who all smiled and waved shy at the crowd in front of them. Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas, and Wolfe Glick had all been hand-selected by the magician to take part in his special hypnosis segment, each of them dressed in their generic clothes as if they were too cool to partake in any Halloween dress up fun.

Blue, smiling mischievously the whole time, turned back to the audience who’s faces were obscured by shadows thanks to the lighting of the stage. “Our first volunteer will be… Nick Jonas!” he announced to the crowd, which was then met with a thunderous applause.

Nick took a few steps forward, looking a little nervous. The quiet stud had never tried hypnosis before, and when his name had been called, he’d tried to pretend that he hadn’t heard; but his friends had been all too eager to help him up onto the stage for the Halloween show.

Blue walked up to him and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “Tell me, Nick,” he asked, his headset picking up his voice and projecting it to the rest of the partygoers, “what are you supposed to be for Halloween?”

Nick blushed as he looked down at his polo and jeans. They were skin tight and showed off his muscular body, but they were painfully drab for the holiday. “Um,” the stud stalled as he tried to think up something, “I’m an office worker.”

The crowd laughed.

Blue mock-frowned. “That’s a dreadful career choice for someone as virile as you, wouldn’t you agree?” he playfully asked, tracing a finger along Nick’s pecs. “Let’s go ahead and help you out.”

He reached into his coat pocket, bringing out a gold pocket watch and holding it up for all three of the hunks to see. 

“Now, I want you all to watch this pocket watch as it swings back and forth…” Blue said in his soothing voice as he gently began to swing the watch to and fro, having it dangle in front of each of the guys’ faces until eventually all three of them went slack-jawed and their eyes glazed over. “…and sleep!”

Their heads all lowered in unison.

The crowd cheered loudly, but no matter how loud they got, Nick, Kevin, and Wolfe remained under. 

“Now, let’s go ahead and give these studs some real, actual Halloween costumes!” Blue smiled, gesturing towards his assistant (a muscle stud clad in just a jockstrap, who wore a familiar blank expression on his face) to hand him a velvet sack that was filled with various articles of clothing and accessories.

Blue waved his hand dismissively at the studs, and on nonverbal command, each of them began to strip naked. They took off their shirts and pants, even dropping their boxers until they were fully nude in front of the crowd. In their hypnotic state, none of them even registered that they were fully exposed, and they stood with their arms at their sides so that their dicks were on full display.

The magician snickered to himself as he admired the hairy musculature that each of the entranced men possessed. They each had similar builds: toned muscles, hairy chests, and thick cocks.

“Well, well,” Blue mused aloud, “it seems as if you three take really good care of those sexy bodies. You all must really love to show them off and be on display.”

On cue, each of the guys onstage went rock hard, their cocks standing perfectly erect as they realized that all eyes were on them. They puffed out their hairy chests with pride and began to flex in unison to show off for the eager crowd. Nick formed a double biceps pose, Kevin a side chest pose, and Wolfe decided on a most muscular. Each one of them wore a large, dull smile as they were still under yet loving to show off their hot bodies.

Blue’s smile grew. “Now, let’s go ahead and pass out some Halloween costumes for you all,” he said, digging through the sack before handing each man his own stack of clothes. “Go ahead and put on your new costumes.”

Each of the hypnotized men began to dress up into the clothes that Blue had given them, their hard cocks bobbing in the air as they moved.

In his trance, Nick yanked on a tight pair of tattered blue jeans that were suction cupped to his toned legs and that showed off his perky ass expertly. He put on clunky work boots that were so thick at the bottom that they added at least an inch to his already impressive height. A red, plaid button down shirt covered his torso, but he opted to leave it all the way unbuttoned so that his hairy pecs could remain on full display to Blue and the rest of the crowd of people. To top it off, he placed a black beanie atop his head. In his hand, he held a tiny prop that looked like an axe, completing his brand new lumberjack costume. His dazed look hardened as a stern expression crossed his handsome face, and he crossed his large arms in front of his hairy chest.

Directly next to Nick, Wolfe began to put on his new costume. For Wolfe, he was given a large pair of dark denim jeans that were a little baggy on him. They sagged downward a little and since he was going commando, the top of his butt crack was easily visible. There was no shirt in his pile of clothes, so the gold chain he put on rested between the cleavage of his hairy pecs. To finalize his look, he added on diamond clip-on earrings and a large gold watch. Lastly, he placed a backwards hat on top of his head, completing his wangster from the suburbs costume. His blank face changed into a cocky smirk and he turned around to give his perky butt a playful shake for the audience.

Finally, at the end of the row was Kevin who had gotten a tiny, red speedo. He yanked them up his legs, and the fabric was so tight that it clearly showcased his large bulge in the front. The skimpy suit was so small that the front was pulled downward a bit due to the girth it had to contain, showing off some of his bush. In the back, his round cheeks swallowed the rear slightly, making the speedos appear more like a thong. Kevin pulled on a puka shell necklace and a blond wig that made him look like a surfer bro. As a final touch, Kevin’s tranced face broke out into a dull grin and he bounced his pecs for the crowd to cheer for.

Blue cleared his throat, catching the attention of the three dressed up men. “Now, you will all assume your new Halloween costume identities for the next twenty-four hours,” he told them. He quickly turned off his mic so that the crowd wouldn’t hear him add the next part. “And while you’re under, you’ll all forget your old lives and believe that the four of us are a couple in a very sexually charged, romantic relationship. Oh, and Nick and Kevin, you two aren’t brothers anymore."

Blue clapped his hands loudly, and the three altered men each jerked back as their brand new identities took over.

Nick was the first one to speak up, a confused look all over this gruff face. “Why the fuck am I up here onstage?” he grunted, his voice sounding a lot deeper than it normally was. Plus, there was an authoritative tone behind it, his lumberjack, mountain man persona taking over the former boy band member. He looked around the stage, his eyes landing onto Blue, and the way he hungrily licked his lips towards the party magician made it clear what he had in mind once the show was over.

Blue couldn’t fight the smirk that formed on his own face, and he addressed the audience one last time. “Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all for tonight’s Halloween Hypnosis Show!” he announced, which was then met by several cheers.

With that, he led the three altered men back behind the stage and down the hallway towards his dressing room. Once inside, he locked the door to give them all some much needed privacy. The room was pretty spacious and included a large couch.

Kevin, in his new beach himbo persona, gave a throaty chuckle. “Bro, that was such a good show!” he cheered, wrapping both of his toned arms around Blue in a congratulatory hug. He playfully shoved the shorter man’s face into his hairy pecs and ground his speedo-clad bulge against him, rutting his hardening cock against his leg.

Starting to feel a little left out, Wolfe, in his new cocky, rich guy identity, stalked over towards the couch and threw himself down onto all fours. “If you guys are going to start, when does someone wanna take care of this?” he asked, sounding impatient as he wagged his perky bubble butt behind him. The movement caused his baggy jeans to lower even more, showing off his round bubble, the cheeks jiggling in perpetual motion.

“Hold your horses,” Nick grunted, stomping forward. With his new lumberjack identity, the stud had quickly assumed the role as dom. He puffed his hairy chest out and lumbered forward, running his hand over the crest of Wolfe’s back shelf.

Wolfe shuddered at the sensation of another man touching his ass, and he eagerly thrusted his cheeks backward so that Nick could get a better hold. His cocky smirk had completely morphed into a needy visage that clearly illustrated that the stud was desperate to get stuffed full.

Nick’s thick finger circled around Wolfe’s tight, virgin hole. Without warning, he shoved it inside and started to pump it around, causing Wolfe to be a horny, moaning mess.

“Ooohhh fuuuuuck,” Wolfe groaned loudly as he wiggled his hips, rooting the other man’s finger deeper inside of himself. Pleasure receptors of all kinds were on fire deep within him, and although in reality he’d never been penetrated before, the new Wolfe was desperate to feel it over and over again.

“There’s no reason why we can’t be having fun too, Bro,” Kevin gushed in his himbo drawl as he flexed his powerful muscles against Blue playfully. “Why don’t you feel up these muscles, Little Guy?”

Kevin threw his arms up above his head, forming a double biceps pose. He smiled invitingly at Blue and gestured for him to feel him up.

Blue accepted the invitation with glee, hungrily running his hands all over Kevin’s musculature, feeling every crevice of his meticulously crafted muscles. He even leaned forward and gave Kevin’s hairy, musky pits a playful lick, causing the new himbo to whimper in anticipation. 

The newly hypnotized man could barely control himself, and he practically carried Blue over to the couch to join the other two men.

The four men were tangled together into a large, musky mess as they messed around with one another. Wolfe, being the needy bottom that he now was, moaned loudly as each of the other guys felt up his rotund ass. When Blue positioned his hard cock directly at his hole, teasing him, Wolfe couldn’t control his brand new instincts— he rapidly thrusted himself back, his hungry hole engulfing the entirety of Blue’s throbbing cock in one, swift movement.

Wolfe moaned loudly like the spoiled slut he now was, and he bucked and writhed like crazy, his toned muscles bouncing with the movement and his cheeks clapping.

Nick looked over at Kevin and motioned for him to come forward with his finger. “C’mere,” he grunted in his deep voice, rising his own large arm and exposing his hairy pits. “Come take care of these, Boy.”

“Sure thing, Bruh,” Kevin breathed as he rushed forward and obediently shoved his face into Nick’s sweaty pit. Thanks to their hypnotic states, they didn’t register that they were brothers, so Kevin had zero issues with lapping hungrily at Nick’s hairy, musky pits like his life depended on it. He couldn’t hold back the loud moans of pleasure as he followed the lumberjack’s orders, his hands traveling all over his hairy muscles.

Nick held his hand behind Kevin’s head, shoving his face deeper into his sweaty pit.

After that, Nick let go and lumbered over behind Blue. He grabbed a stronghold of the man’s trimmed waist before shoving himself inside and thrusting wildly. Blue moaned loudly as Nick fucked him, and the lumberjack grunted with every thrust he gave— the whole, his hairy bulk jiggled with power. Kevin waddled over to Wolfe’s front, and the eager bottom began to suck on the himbo’s cock as he flexed and showed off.

The newly formed couple sucked in a single-file line on the couch that was in the magician’s dressing room. Nick the lumberjack fucked Blue the magician, who fucked Wolfe the eager bottom brat, who in turn sucked off Kevin the himbo. 

All four of them came in unison, and immediately after, they continued to hungrily paw at one another and begin another round.

After several hours of this, Blue finally stood up off the couch, feeling spent and very satisfied. He began to pull his clothes back on, smiling down at the sight of the three altered men covered in one another’s cum and sweat as they rested on the tiny couch.

“That was fun,” Blue smiled as he exited the dressing room. “I’ll see you all next Halloween…”

As soon as the dressing room slammed shut behind him, Nick, Wolfe, and Kevin were jolted out of their respective hypnotic states. They each winced and looked downward at themselves and the costumes they were wearing.

“Wh-what?!” Kevin panicked as he gazed down at the speedo he was wearing. “What am I wearing…?” His voice trailed off as soon as the memories of the previous night filtered in through his mind. His face went bright red as he recalled how he’d been fucked and sucked off by the other men in the room.

Nick and Wolfe both shared the same embraced looks as they clearly remembered everything single sexual act from that fateful Halloween night. And despite their shared humiliation, each man couldn’t deny the spark of horniness that he felt deep within his gut.

Their faces beet red, Nick, Kevin, and Wolfe each had to shield their hard cocks from view of one another as they waddled out of the dressing room…

was watching someone count down the top ten worst songs of 2019 and the jonas brothers came on and it did this

BRO

was watching someone count down the top ten worst songs of 2019 and the jonas brothers came on and it did this

Yo “Jaehyun” is literally me. I got into boy groups because of BTR and then to 1D. JB and The JB are good too I guess but BTR SLAPS and is better

Johnny: Mark what really inspired you to become an idol.

Mark: So it was a crisp Canadian morning and Justin Bieber: Never Say Never just rolled into theaters.

Johnny: Don't finish that thought I've heard all I need to hear.

Mark: Fine what about you since you're so much better.

Johnny: It was a few weeks after my 14th birthday when Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience was playing in my local cinema.

Mark: How is that different from mine.

Johnny: The Jonas Brothers are better. The original JB. What about you Jaehyun?

Jaehyun: I dunno but Big Time Rush kinda goes hard.

Johnny: Cause an empty room can be so loud. There's too many tears to drown them out. So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Mark: Love me, Love me. Say that you love me. Fool me, fool me. Oh how you do me. Kiss me, kiss me. Say that you miss me.

Jaehyun: Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

Me and my coworkers started a 10 minute debate on who’s who out of the Jonas brothers. We’re grown ass females in out late 20s and early 30s. The fandom is still lit 😭😭