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FML: Initiate

This is a follow up to FML: Fraternize as selected by you for my 2,500 subscriber special. It took longer than expected and had a few rewrites, but I promised you all this would be the next story released. Hopefully it is worth the wait.

In all my years at this university I had never seen anything like it. Week after week students were seeming to disappear. You expect to see some flux in enrollment as students change schedules and drop classes. But these students weren’t removing themselves from classes. It was as though they were never enrolled at all. Initially within the department we all had our pet theories on the matter. But in a few weeks it was clear where they were going. It isn’t hard to notice a lot more students milling around the business campus, or the sudden discussion within administration of expanding the personal training and physiology tracts. We were all just left wondering why.

I finally hit my breaking point near the end of the semester when one of my more promising students disappeared from my roster. I asked the other pre-law professors and sure enough, they couldn’t find a trace of him ever taking a class in the department. However, I did find one lead. One of my students must have heard me discussing it with the TA’s and said that he was a member of a fraternity on campus. I groaned at the thought of having to trek out there, but I knew it was the quickest way to get some closure. Against my better judgment, I headed to the Eta Psi Rho house.

Every step there filled me with dread. I hate to confess it, but I had once attended this same university, and yes, even tried to join a fraternity. It had been such a long time ago, but I could still remember the cruel ways that my brothers had mocked, berated, and punished pledges. Fraternities we’re nothing but a blight on this campus that produced people like… well people like the man who greeted me out front.

Honestly. Back in our days at least we had the good sense to drag our brothers inside. It’s a shock campus police had not raided the place yet. I knelt down. He reeked of booze and sweat. His snore was almost deafening. Even if his brothers wouldn’t help him, I couldn’t leave him out here. I pestered the young man awake. Groggily, he rose to his feet, stumbling over his feet and his words. Immediately he clapped me on the back, thanking his ‘bro’ for the help. I tried to brush him aside, but his firm grip ushered me inside as he muttered about being late for class. I’m surprised he was still enrolled. Regardless, he helped me get inside and one of his ‘bruhs’ tried pointing me in the right direction where I could find my lost student. I began wandering the halls, looking for any sign of the young man, but they were eerily empty inside. What was I saying, the young men were all in their classes surely. Still, when from down the hall I suddenly heard, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” chanted in unison, I was a bit shocked. I walked up to the door and peered in, hoping to get better directions. I was met with a group of young men, glassy eyed, staring deep into a static filled television.

I walked in front of one young man, trying to get his attention. It was like I wasn't there as he stared right through me. It was no use, and the sound and light in the room was giving me a headache. I was about to leave when suddenly, from the TV, a clear command:

Brothers are lean and muscular.

Brothers are lean and muscular, the men all repeated. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the young man before me changed. His skin rippled for a moment, as though a chill went down his spine. Then, he began to swell. It came in bubbles, uneven and tumorous. But each patch began to combine and normalize with those around it until it suddenly stopped and a different man sat before me. At least, that's what I told myself as I bolted from the room.

Lost in the maze of corridors, I was just following the signs to the nearest emergency exit. Something was wrong here. Young men don't just- just GROW. The sign directed me rounded the corner into the laundry room and more pressingly, into a stranger. I started apologizing before I paused. I assumed there had to be a mistake.

The stranger had a familiar air to him. When he had been my student, the young man I knew was clean shaven, a bit shy and reserved in class, but smart as a whip and friendly. The man in front of me was confident. He shot me a smirk as he greeted me, ‘dabbing me up’ and calling me his bro. Up close he was overwhelming. I had known a brother to miss showers but it smelled like he hadn’t rinsed off in a week. The smell of cologne did nothing to hide the alcohol on his breath and the funk emanating from him. And while I could tell he used to be fit this was absurd. He looked chiseled from a magazine cover! The vacant expression was a far cry from the law student I knew. If it weren’t for his face and eyes, I doubt I would have even recognized him.

Regardless of his appearance, I started talking, pleading with him to tell me what was happening. What was happening in this house? Who was responsible for the poor boys in that room? Why did he throw away a bright future for this? But my words never seemed to get through. He pleasantly smiled and nodded, but gave canned answers about ‘brotherhood’. I really should have made for the exit in front of me but I was past the point of logic.

I finally shouted, “I just don’t understand why you would throw your life away for this!”

“This is my life,” he droned, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.”

That same mantra as those young men. I took a breath before continuing. God this place was rank. “Listen son, I know about the brotherhood and this fraternity. But you have to see something wrong is going on here. What were those boys doing in that room?"

"Oh the pledgies? Yeah, initiation is next week, got to make sure they stay in line over the finish line, ya know what I'm saying?"

"Someone's got to stop this. I'm going to the Dean, he'll be able to do something. This fraternity can't operate like this!"

The toothy smile fell, “You’ve got to be loyal to your bros. After all, we are made to be loyal to the frat.” His tone was suddenly flat as he began inching closer. In one swift motion he removed his tank top, flashing all his muscles. In one more, his shorts were on the ground. As he got closer, the heat in the room intensified.

It was getting hard to think, I was feeling so woozy. This bizarre display had gotten far beyond my scope as an educator. I tried to excuse myself, “I think I’d better go, this was a waste of- ” but he was suddenly upon me. I hadn’t realized I had backed myself into a corner.

"Pledge, come here!" and my mind froze.

As much as I wanted to scream and run, I could feel an unnamed power he held over me as his command to stop burrowed into my brain.

"You sound like you were in there for a bit. Let's see how much you got trained. What's a good punishment... ah. Pledge, sniff."

I felt so aroused and so scared as I was forced to closer to the source of his musk. I tried to resist, but something primal drove my nose in and gave a hesitant huff of pure frat bro. I was loosing any… any restraint… left. I couldn’t… resist… my… my…

He smirked, "Bro, what was that? Come on, Pledge, sniff!"

“Yes bruh.” It slipped so easily out, almost as easily as the drool from my mouth. My face crinkled as I shoved my face in his nasty pit. I couldn’t think about it. I sniffed and while I knew it was gross, it all felt fuzzy and warm in my head.

“Oh, you must have been in with them a while. Dude, we can't have you sharing fraternity secrets. Don't worry though, we may be able to save you yet. Come with me.”

My brain only processed the command as I stumbled after him back through the halls. We turned into a familiar room. I stood, head spinning, as he fiddled with a TV for a second and sat himself down.

“I think that the guys won't mind a double dose. Sit next to me.”

“Yeaaah, surrre thing,” I slurred, stumbling into my seat. His firm arm felt nice around me. He held me firmly as he pressed play on the remote and a VHS tape whirred to life. There was a disorientating strobe of colors that left me a bit dazed before starting up into an intro. I was confused at first what the tape was talking about. I wasn’t here to join the fraternity and learn more about a life of brotherhood. The opposite almost. I tried to stand, but his arm held me firmly in place. I started to protest, but the voice sounded so insistent, and it was so confusing to watch. It reminded me of something, some tape I had seen long ago. It was like slipping back into an old pair of pants, something just fit. Maybe I hear him out? Then, the tone switched.

Welcome to the first day of your new life. You have been selected to become one of the few. One of the elite. You feel honored to have been selected.

“I feel honored to be one of the elite,” every voice in the room rang out in unison.

An old pride rose in my chest. I was selected. I was better. I would be in Eta Psi Rho.

This important decision has been made for you. You must accept our guidance. The frat knows best.

“The frat knows best,” we all repeated.

You will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.

“I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.” It felt good as it slipped out.

Good. Brothers, step out. We have it from here.

My former student brother released my shoulder, stood quickly and left the room. But I didn’t want to leave anymore. I was to watch the tape.

Let’s start with an attitude adjustment. It is important for bros to be bros. Bros are relaxed and carefree.

“Bros are relaxed and carefree.”

I hadn’t realized how much tension I had been holding in. But as I repeated the words, a wave of relaxation rolled down from my neck, through my shoulders, rippling through my arms and torso, all the way through my legs. I let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back into my seat.

Bros eat, sleep, workout, and hang together. Bros just want to spend time with their bros.

“Bros just want to spend time with their bro.”

All sense of time and obligation suddenly felt swirled in my head. I remembered that I was supposed to go, but it felt so distant. Instead, my mind filled with a schedule of work outs, parties, meals, and frat events. I couldn’t give my lecture tonight, I would miss chapter!

In a few short weeks you will be ready for brotherhood. But first, a reminder. You want to complete your pledge. You want to be a brother.

“I want to complete my pledge. I want to be a brother.”

That almost made sense. I wasn’t a pledge, I was too old. Or, I think I am? But quickly that logic was suppressed by something else. I wanted it. I wanted so badly to be a pledge.

The commands were starting to pick up speed.

A pledge does not think for himself. He follows his brothers’ orders and fits in.

“I follow my brothers’ orders and fit in. ”

Yeah, life is so much easier when I can just listen and follow. Let others make the decisions bro.

A pledge will do anything to become a brother.

“I will do anything to become a brother.”

God it felt so good to have it all sorted out.

Now, it is important to not just act like a brother. You need to look like a brother. Feel your body. Focus on it. Every frat bro's body is a temple. A temple prime for trashing. These next four years are the prime of your life. You will enjoy your college years.

That short phrase rushed through my body. An icy chill ran down my spine that froze me in place. My body felt tight as it slowly rewound itself. I felt young blood pulsing through my body as my muscles swelled, releasing the tension of muscle aches and cranky joints. Skin pulled tight against my muscles as years of work and stress smoothed over my body. Not a wrinkle, not a sag, not a follicle of body hair was left behind as I shed my 50’s for my 20’s. Then, all at once, a wave of testosterone washed over me. It was like puberty all over, as I broke out in a cold sweat that carried that young, masculine funk. My voice cracked and softened as I moaned, my cock was flush with hunger. The brain was in no state to resist as years of history were washed away under twenty-something hormones. Bruh, I could feel my brain unfurl and smooth out a bit too. For the first time in decades, I felt young, dumb, and so full of cum.

Brothers' muscles ache from years pushing it too hard in the gym. It feels good to push your body beyond its limits. Protein powder and energy drinks are the fuel that keep you lit. Bros are swole.

“Bros are swole.”

Any twink-ish hopes I had just developed were quickly dashed against pumping iron. I felt the ice melt as my body twisted under my skin and slowly began to sweat. My stomach began to fill as a familiar chalky taste crept up the back of my throat. Protein. A deep aching filled my body, yet it continued to pulse. The more it hurt, the more I wanted it. I watched as each muscle melted inside of me and reformed out of hardened steel.

Brothers know the power of their masculinity. They are not afraid to show off their bodies. It shows others who is in charge. Let weaker men worship you. Use them for your satisfaction. You will be dominant.

I will be dominant.

I rushed to take off my clothes. They suddenly felt so restricting. I thought back to my bro as he made me sniff his rank pits. The way I just complied to his commands. The gravity of his words. I wanted that. No, I deserved that. My brain filled with a rush of new desires. To walk into a room and see people turn. To be loud, to be seen, to be heard, to be felt. I wanted the thrill of the approach as I singled out the hottest body in the room and commanded them around like my bitch. I wanted to feel their desire flush as I roughly tossed them on my bed and pried my jeans off. I deserved their mouth, open and begging for my perfect cock. I earned their hole, clenched tight as they rode for dear life until I berried my seed deep in them. I claimed the cold wind on my skin, proud of a night of conquest as I stood nude at the window, hitting my vape. I could almost feel it. I could almost... smell it? I had lifted my arms above my head, and a smell rolled off my pits. Fuck, that was the smell he had. The smell of dominance. It was mine now. I took a victorious huff.

Finally, let's ensure you can always find what you need in Eta Psi Rho. Look around you at the bros in this room. You will stay together. You will serve each other. You love your bros.

I felt a swell of kinship in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to be a part of the brotherhood. To fucking dominate this school together. But suddenly there was a tension in the air. God, why were my bros so... hot? We had all been factory made to conquer but, something more held us together. There were a few seconds as we all waited for something to happen when, suddenly, the two bros next to me made the first move.

As the room devolved into chaos, the commands kept coming. We recited back diligently between sloppy kisses, deep moans, and grunts as we slid against each other's bodies. We listened but all waited for the command that would get us to cross the finish line.

You will keep it simple, keep it stupid.

“I will keep it simple, keep it stupid.”

My head felt like it was filled with fluff. No thoughts, just instinct.

You will listen to your pledge master, follow all he says.

“I will listen to my pledge master, follow all he says.”

It was so much easier to just trust my bros. Whatever they said went.

You will live for and serve your bros, live for and serve the frat.

“I will live for and serve my bros and the frat.”

I would do anything for my bros. Gotta keep ‘em happy.

What happens in the frat house stays in the frat house. No homo, bro.

I spit out the cock in my mouth as I kept railing the bro below me,

"No homo, bro!"

The frat is life.

“The frat is life.”

Perfect. We anticipate your full initiation. Cum.

Moans echoed through the halls as the tape ended.

A while passed before a door slamming shook me awake. An ache passed through me as I reached for the jug of water next to my bed. The buzz of pre-workout shook me awake. I was in my bedroom of the frat house. I was where I belonged. My big stood over my bed.

“Look at me,” my big said. My body turned to him and hit him with my cockiest smile. It felt good to obey my alpha bro.

The new man spoke, “Shit, that tape did a number on you. I don't know if we've ever inducted someone so old. How do you feel?”

“I feel relaxed and carefree, bruh,” I responded.

My bro slapped me upside the head, “Is that how you respond to your pledge master?”

Of course, how could I forget. I was so dumb sometimes, “Sorry. Good, Sir.”

His face lit up with glee, "Never get over that. Let’s see. Pledge, I brought home a twink for after the party tonight. Warm him up for me."

I felt my cock suddenly swell, rigid at attention. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

My pledge master whistled, “Dang, you know how to pick ‘em Skunk. He's no Long Leg, but he's up there. You picked out his pledge name yet?” I didn’t know his pledge name was skunk. But catching a whiff of myself as I scratched my head, guess it ran in the family.

“Well, if he’s going to keep acting like a smart ass, I’m thinking Prof.”

“Pfft, that’s hilarious,” my pledge master turned back to me, “One last question little bro. How do you feel about Eta Psi Rho?”

In an instant, an old mantra filled my mind, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” I droned.

Ben hovered outside the corner shop, fidgeting with his hoodie strings. Today felt different, charged with a strange energy he couldn’t quite place.

His mate, Jake, swaggered over, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Oi, Ben, you ever tried one of these?” Jake handed him a tightly rolled blunt, its scent tingling Ben’s senses with its earthy pungency. Without thinking, Ben took it, his hand trembling slightly.

As he took a cautious puff, the world around him blurred and intensified. Heat surged through his veins, each heartbeat echoing like a drum. His skin tingled, every cell buzzing with potential.

His frame began to shift, stretching and expanding. Arms that were once skinny swelled with surprising heft, his chest broadening under the fabric of his hoodie. It clung snugly to his developing form, showcasing the transformation. Abs rippled with newfound strength, pressing tight against his joggers.

A wave of musk enveloped him, a heady mix of sweat and raw masculinity, intoxicating in its intensity. Rather than shying away, Ben inhaled deeply, savoring every note.

Beneath his waistband, he felt an exhilarating pressure. His cock and balls swelled, growing heavier and more prominent, a throbbing force that demanded his attention. Every pulse was a declaration of his new, potent vitality.

With each drag of the blunt, his thoughts shifted. Homework? Video games? Nah, that wasn’t him. His head buzzed with new urges. Partying, pulling, living large in the open air where anyone could see him. Every sensation turned him on, amplifying his raw, untamed energy.

Ben’s tongue darted out, tasting the air, an involuntary smirk curling his lips. No longer the timid boy hiding in the shadows, he was a king of the street, hot, dumb, and ready for action.

His hoodie hung open, proudly displaying his chiseled torso, the chilly breeze licking across his skin as he strutted forward. Each step sent pleasurable tingles, every sway exuding confidence and power.

"Yo, Jake, got another blunt?" he quipped, his voice a deep drawl, laden with mischief.

Not waiting for an answer, Ben leaned in closer, eyes sparking with desire and authority. Boldly, he pulled Jake in by the collar for a lingering snog, his hands exploring with a firm, commanding grip.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered with a smirk, "Let's have some fun, yeah?" His tone brooked no argument, the kingly chav ready to claim the night.

LIFT

Jay said, his voice firm and steady, the way a coach’s should be. As a 40 year old gym coach, he had his habits when it came to training guys, helping them get to their physical fitness goals. He looked at the guy he was training as gritted his teeth and pulled the barbell up with a shaky breath.

“Lift.”

The weight came down again. Jay rolled his shoulders, watching closely, his own muscles twitching from habit.

“Lift.”

He blinked. Something felt off. He had said that word a million times, but this time, it echoed strangely in his head, stretching out—

“Liftttt—”

A rush of cold air hit him. His breath stuck into the black balaclava he was wearing. His gloved hands gripped a metal bar..

He was on a ski lift.

His body felt different—lean, light, skinny, a comfortable flex beneath sleek layers of ski gear. His boots rested on the bar, expensive and pristine. A helmet pressed snugly against his head.

And next to him sat someone else. Another guy, equally sleek, equally expensive-looking. His ski goggles reflected the bright winter sun, but his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“You alright, bro?” the guy asked, his voice teasing, slow and hot. Seemingly young and teenage-ish. “You zoned out for a sec.”

Jay- or was it Jayden swallowed. The guy’s voice was familiar. This whole scene was familiar. He wasn’t just on any ski lift. He was on his ski lift.

Memories trickled in—winter trips, après-ski parties, Miami beaches, yachts, fast cars. He wasn’t a gym coach. He was…

A rich 20-year-old ski boy. Jayden.

And the guy next to him? Jayden knew him too. Knew his name. Knew the way his smirk turned into a breathless laugh when they were racing down the ski slopes.

Knew the way they flirted, although they weree supposed to be fully straight.

Jaydens lips parted, a cocky smirk forming on their own.

“Guess I was just distracted,” he said, his voice smooth, rich, young. “Probably by you.”

The guy chuckled, shifting closer.

“Good,” he murmured. “We got the whole lift ride to get even more distracted.”

He turned toward the guy next to him, the heat between them cutting through the crisp mountain air. The dude was hot—really hot. Not because he had a beautiful face (he did), but because he looked so handsome in his ski gear. You couldn’t even see his face behind his balaclava, helmet & ski mask. But Jayden remembered tons of nights with his bro, sucking it and taking it without any hesitation.

The guy’s gloved hand shifted, resting casually on Jayden’s thigh, just above his ski pants. Not quite subtle. Not quite innocent.

Jayden smirked. “Getting comfortable?”

The guy just grinned, his fingers pressing in slightly. “You looked cold.”

Jayden chuckled, shifting slightly so their knees bumped together. “You sure it’s not ‘cause you just wanna touch me?”

The other guy tilted his head, his ski goggles sliding down slightly. “Touch what? You’re barely packing anything”

Jayden’s stomach flipped. It was all coming back now—the way they teased each other, the way neither of them could keep their hands to themselves, especially on long ski lifts like this.

He let his own hand drift, sweaty gloved fingers brushing over the guy’s arm, then his chest, feeling the firm skinny body beneath the layers.

“Damn,” Jayden murmured, voice low. “Forgot how solid you are.”

The guy smirked. “Forgot how much you liked that.” His hand slid higher, fingers squeezing just a little.

Jayden rolled his eyes, but the warmth creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Shut up, Luca.”

Luca just grinned. His hand sliding lower and lower, cupping Jayden’s average sized dick beneath the ski gear layers. He moaned.

Jayden shifted, pressing himself closer against Luca, feeling the heat of his body even through their thick ski gear. His breath hitched as Luca’s hand slid lower, teasing over the waistband of his ski pants.

“Hey,” Jayden murmured, voice dropping into something softer, needier. “Pet me.”

Luca chuckled, fingers stilling just at the curve of Jayden’s rear. “Pet you where?” he asked, like he wanted to hear Jayden say it.

Jayden swallowed, face heating beneath his balaclava. He knew what Luca wanted, and he knew how much he loved teasing him for it. “You know where,” he muttered, shifting slightly. His small, tight rear barely filled out his ski pants, a firm little thing that didn’t bulge out at all, just hugged close to his frame like it belonged to a lean, sleek ski boy like him. He knew Luca liked it, liked how perky and snug it was.

Luca hummed, fingers finally pressing in, palming over the slight curve. “Damn,” he teased, voice rich with amusement. “Forgot how tiny this thing is. No wonder it takes so much work to feel you.”

Jayden groaned, half from embarrassment, half from the way Luca’s fingers kneaded him, spreading warmth through his layers. He pushed back slightly, encouraging. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

Luca just laughed, fingers pressing firmer, squeezing the small handful of Jayden’s rear through his ski pants. “Cute,” he murmured. “All tight and little.

Jayden’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted in that way it always did when Luca had him like this—flushed, flustered, teased into submission.

Luca’s grip on him tightened suddenly, fingers digging in just enough to make Jayden jolt. Then, his voice came, low and playful, right against Jayden’s ear.

“Do something for me,” he said

Jayden swallowed. “What?”

Luca’s hand on his ass flexed, warm and firm. “Fart on my hand.”

Jayden’s stomach twisted—not from disgust, but from something deeper, something hotter. The fact that Luca was actually asking for it, wanting it, made Jayden’s pulse hammer against his throat. His first instinct should’ve been to shove Luca’s hand away, to roll his eyes and laugh it off. But instead, he found himself shifting, adjusting his seat, making sure Luca’s hand was cupped right under him.

His ski pants were tight, snug against his body, trapping in every bit of heat from their morning runs down the mountain. He could feel the layers hugging him close, sealing in the warmth, sealing in everything.

“Hold on,” Jayden murmured, his voice dropping, turning softer, breathier. He pressed his weight down against Luca’s palm, focusing, feeling the slw churn in his stomach.

Luca let out a slow chuckle, his fingers flexing slightly over Jayden’s tight, small rear. “Atta boy,” he murmured, encouraging. “Let it out, rich boy.”

Jayden sucked in a breath, his gut bubbling, twisting from the sausages and potatoes he’d downed at breakfast. His teenage metabolism had been working overtime, turning everything he ate into fuel—and, apparently, gas. The pressure built low in his gut, warm and insistent, pushing right against the tight waistband of his ski pants.

And then—

Prrfffttt—

A slow, hot burst of gas pushed out, muffled by the thick insulation of his ski gear but heavy, sinking straight into the layers of fabric. It was thick, rich, almost humid in the way it settled, caught between the padding of his ski pants, sinking in deep, unable to escape. The scent hit immediately—sulfuric, eggy, lingering deep in the heat of his clothes

Luca exhaled, fingers tightening over Jayden’s ass. “Shit,” he muttered, his voice dipping, lower, rougher. “That’s rank.”

Jayden shivered, his pulse hammering in his ears. He shifted, letting the warmth of it seep deeper into his pants, knowing it was trapped there, brewing, getting stronger by the second.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice breathy, cocky. He pushed back slightly, his rear still snug against Luca’s palm. “You like that?”

Luca let out a low chuckle, rubbing slow, lazy circles over Jayden’s rear. “Hell yeah,” he murmured. “Gimme another.”

Jayden’s stomach flipped. The heat of Luca’s hand, the way he was actually asking for it, made him feel—fuck. He wanted to give it to him. He wanted to feed him more.

He bit his lip, stomach twisting again, another deep, rich bubble of gas pushing low. He wanted this. Wanted to let go again, right into Luca’s waiting hand.

Jayden shifted once more, feeling the pressure in his gut build, his stomach still working through the sausages and potatoes he’d eaten. He could feel the weight of it in his lower belly, thick and sluggish, pressing against the tight fabric of his ski pants. His butt cheeks shifted restlessly, the material of his gear rubbing against his skin, and the warmth of the gas started to rise, spreading in the thick layers.

Luca’s hand never left his body. It was a steady, relentless presence, still cupping the firm curve of Jayden’s tight butt, fingers flexing, pressing in, making him feel every inch of his body responding to the heat between them.

Jayden bit his lip, shivers running up his spine. “You want another?” he asked, voice dipping low, almost teasing now. “You still want me to let one out?”

Luca grinned, eyes glinting behind his goggles. “I can smell it, man. It’s making me crazy.” His gloved fingers slid up the small of Jayden’s back, a soft, possessive motion. “Let me have it, bro. Don’t hold back.”

Jayden’s heart raced, but he didn’t hesitate. His body was warm, all the gas inside him pressing, making him feel full, heavy. With a deep breath, he let go, feeling it start to push, slowly at first, then building in intensity, a thick, sour release slipping out, unmistakable, the eggy smell rich and heavy, cutting through the air. It was rotten, like overcooked eggs left in a pan too long, mixed with the greasy stench of sausages and potatoes still turning in his gut.

The warmth of it sank into the thick layers of his ski gear, filling the space between his body and the ski pants, wrapping around him like a blanket. It didn’t escape immediately—it was trapped, all that foul gas sitting heavily in the padding, saturating the fabric with the stench of his breakfast, settling right into the curve of his tight butt.

Luca inhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “Fuck,” he muttered, a low, guttural sound. “That’s bad, Jayden. Really bad.” He shifted closer, leaning in, his breath hot against Jayden’s cheek as he took another deep sniff, nose pressing closer to Jayden’s buns. The smell of the eggs and sausage lingered on Luca’s breath, mingling with the sharp, almost sour tang of his sweat.

Jayden couldn’t help but feel a rush of something strange, a warmth flooding through his chest. “You like it?” he asked, voice low, almost breathless now. “You like how disgusting it smells?”

Luca’s hand slid down again, cupping Jayden’s buns harder, squeezing tight. “Hell yeah,” his nose brushed along Jayden’s butt, drawing in a long, slow breath, inhaling the thick, foul air trapped in the layers of his ski gear while surrounded by the snow of the mountains and the calm atmosphere.

Jayden groaned, leaning back into it, knowing that Luca was practically addicted to the smell. His body felt flush, each inhale of the stench making him feel something darker, something he couldn’t quite name but didn’t want to fight anymore. “You really want me to let go again?” Jayden whispered, biting his lip, pushing back against Luca’s touch.

Luca’s fingers dug in harder in the already hard small cheeks. “Give it to me,” he growled, voice low and desperate. “I wanna smell all of it, bro”

—————-

Luca :

Jayden :

Dynamic

In a city of millions, two men—Ryan and Jason—lived completely separate lives, their paths never meant to cross.

Until tonight.

Bored, they each scrolled through their phones, searching for something (or someone) to pass the time. That’s when they both found it.

A strange, unnamed app, sitting deep in the app store. No description. No reviews. No history. Just a sleek, pulsing chat bubble icon with a single prompt after installation:

*Start Chat*

Neither of them hesitated.

They clicked.

Their screens went black for a moment before loading a simple chat window. A single message appeared at the top.

— You are now connected. Say hi! —

Ryan, stretched across his bed, thumbed at his screen. The chat had connected him with a random guy.

Whatever. He had nothing better to do.

Ryan: Hey. Who’s this?

Across the city, Jason blinked at the message. Who the hell was this?

Jason: idk, just found this app. You?

Ryan: Same. Looks kinda sketch ngl

Jason: Yeah lol. Guess we’re both bored af

Simple. Casual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the pull.

Neither of them noticed at first, but the moment they exchanged words, something shifted.

Something had taken hold.

Ryan absently rubbed his fingertips together. His skin felt… softer.

The air in his room seemed warmer, heavier against his body. His shirt, loose before, now draped differently over his torso. His waist felt tighter, his frame subtly shrinking in on itself.

He shifted against his mattress. Something about the way his body rested felt off.

No—not off. Different.

Ryan: Lol yeah… kinda fun tho~

Wait.

His eyes widened slightly. Why had he typed that? That tilde at the end—he never texted like that. It was… cutesy. Flirty.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks.

His softer, rounder cheeks.

Meanwhile, Jason tilted his head at the message.

Something about it made his gut tighten. No—not tighten. Expand.

A slow, rippling sensation spread through his torso, a warmth settling into his shoulders, chest, and arms.

His grip on his phone felt stronger.

He flexed his fingers, watching the tendons shift beneath his skin. His palm looked different.

Larger. Thicker. Rougher.

His lips curled into a small smirk. He typed without thinking.

Jason: Yeah, guess it’s not so bad. Ur kinda funny lol

The moment he hit send—

Crack.

Jason inhaled sharply as his spine lengthened. A sudden heat surged through his body, muscle knitting together, growing denser, stronger. His once lean frame stretched, broadening, his shoulders pushing outward with a slow, satisfying pressure.

He rolled them instinctively, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his new build. His chest felt heavier, his pecs firmer, fuller. His biceps bulged slightly as he shifted, his veins subtly rising beneath his skin.

His scent was changing too.

The faint, neutral smell of his room was being overpowered by something else. Something thicker, muskier.

Something his.

Ryan’s breath hitched as he read Jason’s text.

“Ur kinda funny lol.”

It wasn’t even that flirty, but why did it make his stomach flutter?

His fingers trembled slightly as he typed back.

Ryan: Omg shut uppp lol ur teasing me~

The moment he sent it—

His waist cinched inward.

His stomach flattened, growing softer, smoother. His hips pressed outward, the bones shifting beneath his skin, forming an alluring, delicate curve.

His legs stretched slightly, but instead of gaining size, they slenderized.

His thighs—once average—became soft, plush, and bony.

His calves slimmed, his ankles narrowing into dainty, elegant proportions. His fingers flexed, and he gasped.

They were smaller.

More delicate.

A faint, involuntary giggle bubbled up from his throat.

His higher, sweeter, softer throat.

Jason exhaled through his nose, stretching his newly broadened body.

His arms felt heavy with strength. His hands—now massive compared to before—flexed against his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats.

A warm dampness clung beneath his arms, his natural musk intensifying. He reeked.

And he loved it.

A cocky grin spread across his face.

Jason: Lmao, what, you like it when I tease?

Ryan shuddered. His plush thighs squeezed together. His ass twitched.

His soft, round, plump ass.

Jason leaned back, rolling his shoulders. His chest stretched against his shirt, the fabric clinging to the new thickness of his pecs.

His scent was unmistakable now—deep, raw, masculine, and honestly really smelly.

His armpits—warm, slightly damp—radiated a rich, musky funk. His feet, once average-sized, had grown huge, the soles pressing against the floor with a newfound weight.

His socks, discarded nearby, were stained with sweat, the scent thick and heady in the air.

Jason: Lol bet you’d love burying your face in my pits rn huh?

Ryan’s breath hitched.

His body trembled.

A deep, unfamiliar need coiled in his gut. His thighs clenched instinctively, his ass wiggling against the bed.

His lips parted slightly, his pinker, softer lips.

A whimper slipped out.

His hgher, needier whimper.

His mind felt hazy.

Ryan: Omg wtf why would u say that!!!

Jason: Lmao, you love it.

Ryan whined.

He did.

He fucking did.

Jason was complete.

His massive frame, his thick, dominant scent, his cocky, fuckboy energy—he was the epitome of a top.

His feet huge and sweaty. His pits ripe and musky. His voice deep and commanding.

And Ryan?

Ryan was his.

A tiny, blushing, submissive, needy bottom.

His soft, round ass—perfectly made for his top. His body, delicate, built to be claimed. His mind, rewired to crave Jason’s dominance, his scent, his filth

They had started as strangers.

Now, they were something else.

they only had memories of being a couple for a year.

— two days later—

Jason was all Ryan could think about now—his sweaty frame, his overpowering musk, his deep, arrogant voice.

His scent.

His filth.

A whimper slipped from Ryan’s lips. His pinker, fuller lips. His stomach twisted with hunger.

Ryan: omg jason…

Jason smirked at the message, stretching his broad, muscular arms above his head, his damp armpits airing out. He let out a long, lazy exhale, flexing his thick biceps.

His body felt heavy, powerful, dominant.

Ryan was wrapped around his finger.

Jason : Lmao what

Ryan’s thighs clenched.

His soft, dainty fingers hovered over the keyboard. His heart pounded.

He knew what he wanted.

He needed it.

But saying it outright—admitting it—felt so shameless.

Still, his body was betraying him.

His fingers moved.

Ryan: can u…

He hesitated

A soft whimper left his lips as he wiggled against his bed.

Ryan: c-can u send me… a video… of ur fart again?

Jason blinked.

Jason: Lmao, again?

Ryan covered his blushing, soft face. His cheeks burned

His tiny, needy, giggly body squirmed.

Ryan: pls babe?

Jason chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

His short, unkempt hair was messy, sweaty, sticking up in places.

He didn’t think much about it.

In fact, he didn’t think much about anything.

Not his scent. Not his filth. Not the way his boxers clung to his sweaty skin, or how his feet were practically marinating in his old socks.

He just existed.

And he smelled like himself.

Jason: sure i guess, babe

He barely gave it a second thought as he shifted, spreading his legs slightly. He leaned back, pressing into the bed, his massive, sweaty frame sinking into the mattress.

He lifted his thick ass cheek slightly and—

PPPPPFFFRRRRTTTTT

A long, wet, lazy fart rumbled out of him, vibrating against the fabric of his stretched-out, sweaty boxers.

The scent hit him instantly.

Jason: Lmao, that one was loud af.

Ryan shuddered. His eyes were wide, trembling, desperate.

His plump thighs rubbed together, his body overheated with need. The need to smell it.

He had to know.

He had to hear it.

Ryan: how did it smell?

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Smell?

What smell? He didn’t smell at all, right ?

He gave a casual shrug, completely oblivious to the dense, suffocating funk that now lingered in the air around him.

Jason: idk, just normal I guess?

Ryan let out a needy whimper, his fingers gripping the sheets.

Jason: Wait… U really like this huh?

Ryan’s heart pounded. His soft chest rose and fell rapidly.

He couldn’t deny it.

He was hooked. Obsessed.

Jason stretched again, his thick, sweaty muscles flexing. A cocky smirk played at his lips.

Jason: Alright then, say it.

Ryan blinked.

Ryan: s-say what?

Jason grinned.

Jason: Tell me how much u want me.

Ryan whined.

His body burned with humiliation, excitement, and deep, desperate need.

He wanted Jason to own him.

And he would admit it.

There was no escaping it now.

——————-

Ryan :

Jason :

As I walked into the gym, I couldn't help but notice the overly sweaty jock working out on the bench press. He was drenched in sweat and the smell emanating from him was so overpowering that nobody would even go near him. I found the smell disgusting and couldn't understand how anyone could be so oblivious to their own stench.

I sighed as I looked at my own chubby body in the mirror and wished I had abs like his. I had been trying to lose weight for months but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, the fat just wouldn't budge. I felt envious of the jock and his perfect body, but at the same time I was repulsed by his smell.

I decided to focus on my own workout and started with some light cardio on the treadmill. As I ran, I couldn't help but sneak glances at the jock, who was now lifting heavy weights and grunting loudly with each repetition. The sweat was pouring off him and I couldn't help but feel a strange fascination with his body.

After a few minutes, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, but it wasn't my reflection staring back at me. It was the jock's! I was shocked and confused, but at the same time I was incredibly turned on by the feel of his muscled body.

I flexed my abs and felt a surge of excitement as I realized I was now in the jock's body. I could feel his muscles flexing and contracting with each movement, and the smell of his sweat was intoxicating. I felt an overwhelming need to touch myself, to feel my own muscles and to explore this new body.

I walked over to the bench press and started lifting the heavy weights, feeling the strength and power coursing through my veins. I couldn't believe how strong I was and how good it felt to be in this body. I was completely addicted to the smell of myself and it was making me incredibly horny.

I looked around the gym and saw that everyone was staring at me, no doubt impressed by my physique and performance. I felt like the king of the gym and couldn't wait to show off my new body to my friends.

As the workout came to an end, I felt my body craving more. I needed to release the pent-up energy and tension, and the only way to do that was to jack off. I walked into the locker room and locked myself in a private stall, where I proceeded to rub one out to the thought of my own muscled body and the smell of my own sweat.

As I locked myself in the private stall of the locker room, I couldn't wait to explore my new body. I was so turned on by the smell of my own sweat and the thought of my muscled physique that I could hardly contain myself.

I reached down and grabbed my cock, which was thick and pulsating with desire. It was longer and more musky than I had ever imagined, and the smell of my sweat was so rancid that it was almost overwhelming. I felt my balls hanging heavy and large between my legs, and I couldn't wait to release the tension that was building inside me.

I began to stroke my cock, feeling the warmth and pleasure as it grew harder and more engorged with each movement. The smell of my sweat was driving me wild, and I could hardly believe how amazing it felt to be in this body. I moaned and groaned as I jacked off, feeling the intensity and pleasure building to a crescendo.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy and I came non-stop, load after load, for what felt like a minute. It was the most intense and satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced, and I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I could barely catch my breath as I came again and again, feeling the warmth and pleasure coursing through my veins.

The room was filled with the pungent smells of my rancid cum and body odor. The stench was overpowering and I could barely stand it, but at the same time I was completely turned on by the kinky sensations.

The smell of my sweat was so intense that it was almost suffocating, and I could barely breathe as I caught my breath. The smell of my cum was equally rancid, and I could feel it sticking to my hand and the floor of the stall.

It was the most intense and satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced, and I was completely addicted to the kinky sensations of this new body. I knew I would never be able to go back to my old self, and I was determined to make the most of this amazing opportunity.

With each swing of their racket they became DUMBER. With each pass of the ball they became ROUGHER. Every time the ball bounced up, and down their muscles EXPANDED. Their clothes rip as their eyes lost FOCUS of the game.

They didn't know the court was enchanted. They were just two DUDES doing a few skirmishes. They had no clue that with each passing second they were getting HORNIER. They had no idea what they were craving as their mouths and holes yearned for something to fill. All it took was one pose in front of the net squatting for BRO to drop his shorts.

All it takes is one new COCK to make you a slut for em. I love making campus gayer.

The Sex Shop (Smelly Size 14 Sneakers)

A small electric chime sounded as Jake walked through the door to the store. It was a new shop, almost the only

open store in the abandoned mall, 'The Sex Shop' it was called. Jake looked around him, a typical kind of store,

large floor, brick walls, long, black tall isles with different pieces of clothing and objects in special

displays around the place. There were people in all the isles looking around at all the different items.

"Well hello!" a voice yelled. A young, handsome man in a suit decorated with a pink tie approached Jake.

"Nice to meet you, uh..."

"Jake."

"Okay Jake, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah" Jake nodded.

"That's great! We have a special offer this week, anyone new to the store gets their first item free! So take a

look around, pick out something you like, feel free to try any of the clothes or toys in the Change Rooms!"

"Uhhh... isn't that really..."

"Oh don't worry, everything is absolutely 100% clean! So get me if you need help, otherwise, enjoy, and change

rooms are down the back!"

"Uh, okay, thanks!" Jake replied, smiling at the salesman's friendliness.

Jake wandered around, noting that the isles had sections like a supermarket and were much longer than he first

thought.

Jake decided to be adventurous and browse the fetish items isle. All kinds of different things lined the walls,

leather straps, handcuffs, masks, even shoes.

"Damn these things are huge! I've never really been one for shoes or feet, but I'll see if I can get into this!" Jake

thought to himself as picked up the absolutely gargantuan size 14 sneakers from the shelves. He walked into a change

room, surprised at their small-bedroom size and spaciousness. He sat down on the seat, wondering why he'd picked the

shoes. "So, how do I go about this." he thought. "The label said they were 'smelly' so I guess I can try that first."

He picked up one of the huge, blue sneakers and held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The strong smell of musk,

sweat and feet entered his nose. Jake held the shoe away from his nose, scrunching his face in disgust, but over a few

seconds he felt himself becoming more curious towards it. He inhaled deeply again, the pungent odors hitting his

senses. "This isn't so bad..." he thought. He inhaled again, and again. "Fuck, this is good." he said to himself. He felt his average 5" cock beginning to harden. "Oh man." he moaned to himself. He continued to smell the shoe, then he lost it, he plunged his face into the massive boat. Inhaling and moaning, a wet patch forming in his shorts. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock with one hand, the other holding the enormous blue sneaker into his face. "Fuck, I wonder what sexy jock had his big feet in these." he said to himself.

Suddenly he began to feel strange, thinking perhaps he inhaled something toxic, but he couldn't resist, it smelt too

good. He felt a tingling numbness run throughout his body each time he inhaled the cocktail of sweat and odors. His

whole body now felt strange as he continued to furiously rub his cock and sniff the huge dirty shoe. He felt a strange

radiance move from his lungs into his chest. He sniffed once more and felt a shockwave run through his chest. He

stopped, only momentarily, to see his pecs... growing!?

He continued his sniffing and stroking as he saw his pecs swell and expand outwards, accepting whatever was occurring.

He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten with every sniff, a light four pack pushing it's way to the surface,

tightening, thickening, becoming a six pack, growing further with his pecs. His felt his calves and thighs begin to

swell and tighten with strength and muscle, a real jock's legs, his biceps and triceps began to bulge and pulse with

every breath, swelling and strengthening, his forearms followed suit, expanding outwards and filling with raw muscle

and power. "Fuck, fuck, yes!" he moaned, continuing to smell the boats of shoes.

He felt his legs and torso begin to stretch, extending taller than his previous 5'11" height. Inch by inch, he felt

his body slide up the wall as he hit 6'6". Jake felt his jaw begin to move and shift, becoming sharper and more

masculine, his ears and nose changing shape.

Suddenly, his 5" cock began to pulsate and expand. The head of his cock flared outwards as his shaft began to slowly

extend outwards. "Oh, fuck!" Jake moaned, stroking his expanding cock, he felt veins snake down his thickening shaft,

his cock head oozing precum as it swelled wider and wider, 6, 7, 8 inches, his enormous cock continued to swell, 9, 10

and 11 inches. Jake's enormous meat stuck directly out from him, thick as a can, almost a foot long and coated in precum. His balls began to grow to match, becoming larger and larger, swelling, filling with testosterone and semen.

Veins traced their way down his forearms as they continued to swell, his hands began to expand and lengthen. His

fingers thickened and lengthened, wrapping further around the shoe and his cock, becoming utterly enormous fists of

power.

The energy moved its way to his feet, he felt his toes begin to swell, wider, longer, manlier. His feet cracked and

expanded larger, growing from his average size 9 1/2's and becoming larger and larger. He could feel his toes grow

longer, his heel extending, his foot widening. His feet pushed further through the carpet, growing outwards to a

gargantuan size 14, ready to fill his enormous shoes with their long wide toes and soles. Jake took one last breath

out of the massive sneaker and his cock exploded with cum, splattering the room in white slime. He panted, looking

down and wiggling his enormous toes and smiling. Now a jock with enormous feet and a foot fetish to match, he stood

up, put on his huge sneakers along with some shorts off the floor. A part of his now changed mind seemed to tell him

that the smell of his massive feet would not only turn people into drooling zombies but that it was also contagious.

Jake looked at the tiny wet shorts lying on the floor of the dressing room, and his t-shirt was stretched and

torn from his growth spurt. He dug out his cell phone to call a friend to bring him some clothes and to show

off his new jock stud bud. He started to key in his best friend Matthew, but remembered he was working now.

So he scrolled to Bryce's name and keyed dial.

"Hey, Bryce, do me a favor, and stop by my apartment and bring me some fresh clothes," Jake started.

"Who is this?" Bryce asked. The voice was deeper than anyone he knew, but the guy apparently knew him.

"Oh, my voice changed too?" Jake asked, "How's it different? This is Jake."

"Changed? Jake? Your voice is like three octaves lower than before. What do you mean changed? Why dya need

some fresh clothes?" Bryce was suspicious this was a prank.

"Dude, it's me Jake. I just had a growth spurt, and my shorts are wet," Jake said, "I'm in a dressing room at

that new shop downtown. Now go by my apartment, the spare key is in the fire hose box next to my door. There's

a wicker chest of drawers next to my bed. In the bottom drawer are some white shorts and a XXXL UP Pilots

jersey. Go get them, quick okay."

"XXXL will look like a tent on you, what gives?"

"Just do it, Bryce. You'll find out."

Bryce didn't have anything better to do, and was curious, so he said,"Okay, Jake."

He hung up, and headed over to Jake's place.

Jake grinned as he set the phone down. He bent over and lifted his foot toward his nose. He took a deep

breath. Damn, he smelled good.

"Mmmm, my feet reek so good," Jake said. He felt his dripping huge cock pushing into his pec. He extended his

tongue to taste foul smelling sneaker. He felt like an electrical spark leap from the shoe to his tongue, then

he tasted bitterness, and blew his load. The underside of his hin and his chest were covered with like 6

ounces of gooey cum. He wiped off his chin and chest with his all ready wet shorts. He licked the white goo

off his hand. Instantly, he felt his body grow a tad bigger. Then he shifted to get a better look at his balls

under his massive cock. He hefted his cock out of the way, and cradled his now tennis ball size size

testicles. He grinned, he felt even hornier than before. It was a good thing Bryce was on the way. He

scraped the rest of the cum off his chest and chin, but instead of eating it, he massaged the cum into his

stinky shoes.

Bryce found the key, and the clothes. He laughed imagining Jake wearing this huge gear. He shoved them into

Jake's gym bag which was hanging on the back of his front door. Then he started on his five minute walk from

Jake's place to the shop.

The shop was interesting. Bryce paused to glance in some of the cases. A couple of things looked interesting.

He smiled, and reached for an orange box with an intriguing label. He paused, frowned, looked down at the bag

in his hand. He could come back and check this out later. Right now he needed to see Jake. He looked at the

doorway with the sign that read "Changing Rooms." He headed through the doorway. The first dressing room

door was open and the room was entry. The second door was closed. He knocked on it, and the door swung open

to reveal another empty room. The third door was locked, so Bryce called out, "Jake?"

Jake was on the threshold of blowing another load, when he heard Bryce at the door.

He stood, and reached the door knob without taking a step. He opened the door.

"Hey, Bryce, good to see you," Jake said.

Bryce's jaw dropped. Jake was naked. Jake was huge. Bryce took a deep breath, and Jake's pungent scent hit.

"Close the door behind you," Jake ordered.

Bryce opened the door to the changing room. It was dark and he couldn't see anything. The first thing he noticed was a pungent scent that hit his nose and made him grimace. It smelled like dirty feet, sweat, and BO. "Hello?", he tentatively asked the dark room. He sensed a movement and all of a sudden something slammed the door behind him. Bryce instinctively jumped back from the door and the loud noise. In the dark he felt strong arms grab him and he felt something leathery shoved into his face and cup it. Bryce breathed heavily out of shock and almost gagged. The smell was so much more intense than before; it smelled like dirty, unwashed feet. It was disgusting! Bryce tried to struggle against the strong figure hold him in place and whatever was being shoved against his face. He finally squirmed free and stepped back, gasping for air and trying to get the rancid foot scent out of his nose. That was when the light flickered on and he saw his friend, Jake. Well, it looked like Jake, if he was older, taller, bigger, hairier and had much more muscle. Jake looked like a total jock now! Bryce gulped when he saw this man was totally naked, and a thick 10 inch erection was sticking out, hard as steel and leaking precum on the floor. Jake was holding a very dirty and well used size 14 sneaker in his hand too. Was that what was on his face? GROSS! No wonder it stunk so bad. What the fuck?

"j... Jake?", Bryce stammered out in confusion and fear. The new jock Jake grinned; "Yeah man, this is the new me. I look so fucking hot. What do you think?".

Bryce was shocked and very confused. "What the hell happened to you, man, your like... huge! You look like an adult now, your all big and hairy, not to mention.... that", Bryce said as he gestured to Jake's massive erection. "Also, Jake, no offense but you fucking stink, man. And that shoe, why did you put that on my face, that's so fucking gross!".

Jake smiled and stared at the massive shoe; "Oh this thing?". He made eye contact with Bryce and took a huge sniff of the dirty sneaker and moaned. Jake's cock leaked a few more blobs of precum on the carpet. Bryce was shocked by what he was seeing. "These shoes are why I have this awesome body now, they are magic! I put them on and I grew into this sexy jock! I wanted to share it with my best friend, so I called you. We can be huge jock bros together". Bryce didn't know what to say; he thought about the possibilities with a body like that. He thought of how easy it would be to get laid by all the girls at school. He had no chance with the ladies as he was right now. "Well... I mean, it would really help us score with the ladies...", Bryce said, contemplating the possibilities.

Jake grinned even wider; "Well, these shoes, they are magic; they made me forget all about my sexual fantasies about girls. POOF Totally gone. These shoes replaced my desires about girls replaced them with musky guys, dirty feet, and sweaty BO. I crave it now, and I don't even care. Seriously, these magic shoes gave me a real strong smelly foot fetish. Soon your going to have one as well". As Jake said this he took another sniff of the nasty, giant sneakers; "Oh fuck, that's so good. Your going to love that stink soon enough".

"What the fuck?! NO! I don't want to be a gay, drooling, foot obsessed jock, even if I could be bigger and have muscles. That's DISGUSTING! How can you be enjoying yourself, that's sick Jake. I'm leaving, you nasty pervert!". With that, Bryce tried to leave the room. Jake sidestepped and stepped in front of Bryce. Jake was inches away from Bryce, and he was much taller now. Bryce only came up to Jake's hairy, muscular pecs. This close, the thick BO wafting off of Jake's body was intense and it made Bryce gag. Jake pushed Bryce back a little bit, further back into the room.

"Don't try to fight it man. Can you feel the influence worming it's way into your brain yet. Look at these huge hairy feet. These are the feet of a man, and they stink. I bet you wanna sniff them, don't you? They stink something awful now, but I bet that you are curious about how they smell. Go ahead, take a whiff! Give in to your new foot fetish, your new desires".

Bryce looked down; Jake's feet really were massive now. The tops were covered in a thick layer of brown hair, and each toe had a small thatch of thick hair, too. The soles looked really thick and big. They were so much bigger than his friends feet before. He realized he was staring.

"I can see you staring. That initial sniff from the sneaker you got earlier is working. I bet you couldn't even get hard from girls anymore, even if you tried. Your fate is sealed; give in and we can be drooling, horny, feet sniffing jocks together!

Bryce couldn't take his eyes off of Jake's manly jock feet. "I bet they stink so bad! That's so fucking gross! Being addicted to smelly feet, no thank you!", he thought to himself. However, as the seconds ticked on he found he was still staring, and that was when he noticed his 4 inch member was rock hard in his pants. Uh oh, he was getting turned on? Was the magic working? He had to get out of there before he turned into a nasty stinky foot obsessed jock like Jake!

While formulating a plan to escape, Bryce had fallen to his knees in front of Bryce, almost as if automatically, against his will. He willed himself to get up and run, but also, being down low, he was much closer to those wonderful feel. "Oh fuck, did I just think of those feet as "wonderful?! This is bad". Being closer on the ground, the foot odor was a lot stronger. Bryce felt his member thicken up and get even harder in his pants. Bryce looked up at Jake. Being on his knees, he was at eye level with Jake's massive, dripping member. It was covered in hair and gave off a strong, sweaty ball smell. Being this close to his friends cock should have grossed him out, let alone the stink of ball sweat, but he didn't feel bothered. He looked up at Jake. Jake grinned a dope, jock smile as he instructed Bryce; "Just give in..."

Bryce was on his knees, staring at the huge, sweaty, hairy feet his friend now possessed. His friend's foul foot odor was making him nauseated it was so bad, but at the same time, Bryce was rock hard and so horny. He looked at the  dirty size 14 sneakers that had done this to his friend. Made him a hulking smelly, hairy, foot obsessed jock. Was this his fate? He was getting tired of fighting it and wanted to give in, to sniff and lick his friends smelly feet.

That was it. Bryce made up his mind to get away! Using every ounce of energy he had, he willed himself to slowly back away from the feet. "I have to get away! I won't give in! I am not going to end up a gay, foot addicted pervert!", he said to himself in his mind. As he slowly backed away, he kept motivating himself; "Yes, do it! Don't give in! Don't - ". His inner monologue was cut short with a *SCHLORP* sound.

Jake had planted one massive, size 14, sweaty foot right on Bryce's face, his long splayed toes resting right on the bridge of his nose. The musky scent invaded his nostrils and he instantly struggled and tried to scoot away. The foot sweat smeared on his face as he protested; "Fuck, gaaah, pffft, Jake!! Stop, please!".  However, the strong jock didn't budge; he still held his massive foot played all over his friends face. Bryce's eyes watered and his nostrils burned.

"Come on take a big whiff! One more and I'll let you go!", Jake said with a big scruffy grin. Meanwhile, Bryce kept struggling to get away, but Jake was so much bigger and stronger now. Jake's long toes rolled over Bryce's nose as he took a breath. Bryce stopped struggling. "That... that actually wasn't too bad that time", Bryce said, Jake's foot still planted on his face. Bryce closed his eyes and took a deep sniff; he moaned as the stink went into his brain. His cock, painfully tented in his shorts, shot out a glob of precum. "Oh fuck, thats... that is actually really nice, Jake". And with that, Jake smiled; he knew Bryce was gone. There would be no more resistance. Soon enough, he would be a foot sniffing hairy jock like he was.

Taking deep sniffs, Bryce took the massive foot in both hands and began rubbing it all over his face. "Oh, fuck. Oh Jake thats so good", he said. The dirty foot was rewiring his brain. He was forgetting girls and other sexual fantasies he may have at one time had. It was being rewired for only one thing. Dirty feet and man BO. Bryce's cock was so hard it was getting painful. Without stopping desperately sniffing his friend's foot, he took one hand and undid his belt and tried to wiggle out of his pants. Next came his shirt, taking only the briefest time to stop sniffing. Soon Bryce was just as naked as Jake was. "Fuck Jake, your feet are so good". Jake grinned at his friend, and popped a bicep pose. "It's not just my feet that stink Bryce. Maybe some other part of my body could use the attention"...

Bryce looked up and saw Jake with a bicep pose. The sweaty brown bushes in his armpits on full display. The sight of Jake's armpits caused his cock to spurt another bit of precum. "I bet those REEK!", Bryce muttered to himself, sounding almost too excited. Bryce's gaze lingered on Jake's sweaty hairy chest until it dropped down to Jake's bushy groin, his erection massive and jutting straight out. Jake's mouth practically watered and he could see ball sweat practically dripping off of Jake's large hairy sac. This disgusted and horrified Bryce, that he was so turned on by all this, but he didn't care. He was too far gone. He wanted to sniff and worship every inch of Jake's new beautiful body, and hopefully, become as smelly, hairy, and big as his friend was now...

Bryce was staring at his old friend Jake, taking it all in. Bryce's tiny dick was hard as a rock as he stared, mouth agape. Fuck, Jake was so hot. He was staring at his friends now hairy chest. Bryce spied the thick brown bushes sticking out from under Jake's pits. They were so bushy and hairy. Bryce longed to stick his face in them and sniff his friend's stink.

Jake was growing impatient; he knew what he needed to do for the next step in turning his friend into a hairy foot obsessed jock like him. Jake took the nasty dirty trainer in his hand. He took another sniff and nearly gagged at the musk; Jake's 10 inch steel rod spurting a bit of precum in response. Fuck, Jake loved how it smelled now. Jake took the dirty shoe and quickly shoved it back on Bryce's face. Bryce gasped and sucked in the musk; he sputtered, trying to get a clean breath but all he got was foot odor. Not that he cared, Bryce closed his eyes and moaned, and almost shot a load. Jake just laughed mischieviously and held the foul shoe in place. "Give in Bryce, let the shoe do it's job".

A few seconds later, there was a loud cracking sound that came from Bryce's feet. They were beginning to grow! Bryce's toes slowly began to grow bigger and stretch longer. His foot grew wider as it began to elongate as well. Bryce moaned, both from the uncomfortable cramping feeling in his feet, and from the heavenly stink from the shoe on his face.

Jake grinned; he could see from his glassy eyes and pounding erection that his friend had lost all willpower to fight. It was all over for Bryce.

Bryce was enthralled in the shoe's scent and the intense pressure within his feet which were expanding within his shoes. After taking a deep sniff of the sweaty musk he attempted to recoil with a grimace and a moan. "Jake... my feet... my shoes are so tight."

Jake smiled and pushed the shoe into Bryce's face harder, ensuring the transformation continued. "They're getting bigger dude." With his will to resist decimated and a new fetish taking its place, Bryce simply moaned at the revelation and inhaled deeply. He groaned again, harsher this time, his toes lengthened and thickened further, pressing harder and harder against the ends of his size 9 sneakers. The stretching and growing sensation spread up Bryce’s legs and across his body, causing him to moan louder and louder into the huge, worn shoe. His bulging shoes were pushed further away by legs growing longer and bulkier. Both of the men could hear the groans of his spine pushing taller and his arms extending.

At the same time, the muscle growth spreading through his legs moved upward. His legs swelled into large, powerful limbs and destroyed his skinny jeans. Large pecs began to bulge from his front followed by pairs of abs pummelling their way out. Jake grinned and Bryce moaned loudly as long, large toes on what were now size 11 feet burst out of his too small size 9 shoes.

As the feet slid out past size 12, Bryce’s arms twitched with muscular growth. Biceps bulged outward and obliterated the remainder of his shirt as the growth rippled down his forearms. His hands clenched around the back of Jake’s huge paw that was holding the shoe to his face as they exploded in size. Hair poured out of the backs of them and across his arms, abs, legs, and feet.

Bryce’s moans were becoming gruff and desperate as his voice deepened and his head creaked larger with more typically manly features. He was quickly looking more and more like a dumb, sexy frat boy than the average man he once was.

As the huge, hairy size feet passed size 13, Bryce’s cock started to extend and thicken. He groaned loud and deep into the smelly shoe as his dick pressed outward past 5, 6 then 7 inches. He could feel his balls inflating and dropping lower, filling with fresh cum and overloading his body with hormones as it stretched to 8 inches. His cock responded to the jolt of testosterone and expanded again to 9 then 10 inches.

Bryce felt himself about to cum, sealing his transformation forever. His eyes fluttered open, looking down in awe and lust at the big, beautiful size 13s he now had. Jake’s size 15s standing just in front of his own made his cock quiver. He wanted feet as big and manly as those, and so he resisted the end of his changes and pressed the shoe into his face unassisted.

“Hell yeah man, grow them huge” Jake moaned, knowing exactly what Bryce was attempting. Bryce sniffed the shoe hard, gasping as he resisted the urge to cum and feeling his feet stretch just a little larger. He repeated this, again and again, holding back the urge to yell in pleasure as he prolonged the inevitable and pushed his feet to size 14. The sensation and knowledge that his feet were becoming huge was overwhelming. The toes pushed out even longer, finally bringing his feet to the same size 15s as Jake’s.

Bryce gripped Jake’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees and pressed his huge, musty size 15 into Jake’s face. He continued to inhale, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. Jake moaned as the foot grew even larger against his face. Size 16 was going to be the limit as Bryce dropped the shoe and yelled, shooting cum across the room and locking in his fate.

Jake meanwhile inhaled Bryce’s new scent and felt a familiar pressure in his own feet. “Oh yeah,” he moaned as his huge feet pulsed with new growth fuelled by Bryce’s musk. His feet stretched an additional size to match Bryce’s, causing the jock to cum again just like Bryce had.

The pair of big-footed jocks clasped their right hands together and pulled into a brief, sexually charged hug.

“Who’s next?” Bryce asked with a dumb smile.

All because I met Sam

I had been having a meteoric career. I had worked so hard to make it, at just 40 years old, to the top of an IT company with multiple headquarters around the world. My market visions, my groundbreaking ideas, my hard work had finally been recognized. I felt truly accomplished. Moreover, although my body was not what it used to be, I was fit and good-looking. For a few years I had been dating a girl, a charming blondie; I planned to soon propose marriage to her. I had a rich and happy life ahead of me, I felt like I had achieved my purpose. All this before I met Sam.

He was a young guy, a couple of years out of college. His technical curriculum was average, not impressive, but to HR he had made a very good first impression. When he came to my office to sign the contract, I was faced with not much more than a young boy. He was really youthful and unprofessional. He had short dark hair, an unkempt but neatly trimmed beard, dressed in a black sweatshirt that was wider than him, backpack over his shoulders. I didn't like his gaze at all; he had two determined eyes that gave off an arrogant, cocky attitude. We shook hands, signed without wasting any time, and I saw him leave in his casual clothes and relaxed walk. I remember thinking, as I was in my suit and tie, that 20 years ago I would never have presented myself like that in the workplace. But times had changed; maybe I was still being old school.

In no time Sam made friends all over the office. I am not talking so much about peers, with whom he clearly shared hobbies and passions, but also his superiors and some older managers. He was always chatty and friendly, and all people in his company seemed more relaxed and well-disposed. I noticed that this happened mostly with the men; the few women employed in the company were friendly with him, but nothing as noticeable as with the male employees. After about a month and a half, his direct supervisor, a man in his 60s now approaching retirement, came to my office and proposed that I give Sam a raise, a fairly large one too. I strongly disagreed; it had been a short time since he had been hired and this request was definitely exaggerated. I asked him if he could explain, but he could not tell me anything other than that Sam was the best guy, the nicest, the most helpful, and the kindest. He could not tell me anything concrete concerning the work, while he spoke of him with enlightened, glowing eyes. I dismissed him, telling him I would talk to Sam personally. I did not like this at all. The next morning I walked up to Sam's desk, drawing his attention. Seeing me approach, his eyes did not express astonishment or awe; on the contrary, they continued to have the same cocky attitude I had seen him display the first time. I told him that I wanted to see him that evening, before I left the office, to talk about his future. He only nodded his head and raised his thumb. He had very little respect for authority, but I was going to show him that night. Forget promotion, he was in danger of being fired, little did it matter that I would draw the displeasure of the office.

The offices were almost empty when I heard him knock on the door. I told him to come in. He opened the door but did not enter; he stood there on the doorframe, leaning with one arm. He looked at me with his usual arrogant look, but it was not that which attracted my attention. It was the way he was dressed. He had left his sweatshirt somewhere, the black shirt he was wearing was completely unbuttoned and showed a sports tank top underneath. He was visibly sweaty, as if he had just gotten out of the gym and had not showered. Definitely indecent and tacky. I was about to get up from my desk, ready to kick him out of the company, when a penetrating smell suddenly wafted into my nostrils. It was a sickening stench of sweat and male hormones, resembling a dirty locker room of a youth football team, musky teenagers who hadn't showered in days. It didn't take me long to realize that it was his scent. I tried to fight back but the feeling was too overwhelming, I couldn't focus on anything else, I tried to push it away by moving my head, waving my hands in front of my face. That was how I didn't notice that Sam had stepped forward a few steps, closing the door of my office behind him.

- "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about, boss?"

His voice may have sounded young and ringing, but it had an unexpected power. His words echoed in my head, as if they had been spoken in a deep, empty cave, an echo of hypnotic syllables. I tried to answer him, while with gasping breaths I yearned for clean air. - "Yes, I wanted to…talk to you about your…conduct…you can't…continue like this…the tank top…the sweat…the stench…you're arrogant, cocky…you're fir - "

- "I don't think so. Look me in the eye."

He interrupted me abruptly. I hadn't realized that he had come so close. He was standing right in front of me, only my desk separating us. He had both hands on the table, the stench of his body was now all I could smell. I couldn't help but follow his orders and look into his face. His gaze stared at me in the same way it always did, but this time I couldn't pull away; it was magnetic. My senses were pervaded by him, all I could see, all I could smell was his musky stink.

- "Now sit still, keep your mouth shut and relax."

All I thought was that I should get up, stop him, get out of my office and call someone. My body was not of the same opinion. At his words, my arms fell on the arms of my chair, my neck relaxed, my legs stretched under the desk. Perhaps only my eyes showed the panic I felt inside. He meanwhile walked over to my chair, taking off his shirt and tank top as well.

- "You see, boss, I'm sorry I came in like this, I wish I had been more careful. Sadly, I didn't have much time, you were getting too suspicious. I hoped that somehow the influence I had been exerting on others had gotten to you as well, but I was wrong. Still, you were the one I was aiming for from the beginning, the others were just side effects. You know, as I grew up, I realized that the hormones in my sweat have a hypnotic effect, particularly on men. Males in my company relax, unwind, become affable. Some of them, without even asking too many questions about their sexuality, get visibly horny. My superior is one of those; that fat creepy man I had to work him over well, unfortunately. Being looked at by half the office with lust, being fucked by that gross old man, were the price I had to pay to get your attention and be here. And now, you will not slip away from me."

He reached out to me, raising his arm. His hairy armpit presented itself to my eyes, dripping with sweat, soaked in its own stench.

- "Sniff my armpit."

My mind begged not to obey, but my body was now under his command. I stretched my neck toward his armpit, reaching up to touch its hairs with my nose. His smell exploded on my face. No other thoughts were possible, only his scent. What had seemed to me an unbearable stench at first breaths became an increasingly good and irresistible perfume with each whiff. It was always a masculine, pungent, musky smell, but instead of repulsing me, it kindled in me a feeling of comfort. I don't know how long I spent with my head inside his armpit, but when he pulled away by moving his arm, I collapsed back into the chair. My face was fulfilled, my eyes half-closed, my mouth open in a smile, saliva dripping down my cheek. I was totally his. His hand gripped my face, forcing me to look into his eyes again.

- "Now get up and undress completely, quickly."

I did not have time to comprehend his words that I was already on my feet, intent on unbuttoning my jacket. I dropped it on the floor, then I took off my tie, shirt, shoes, underpants, socks, and underwear. Within seconds, I was completely naked in my office, standing in front of Sam. He was also standing and kept staring at my drooling face. - "Apparently you're one of those, look how aroused you are."

I hadn't noticed my erection, not really caring about it. My body displayed only the marks of the muscles it had a few years earlier, but it was still quite fit. I cared about keeping my chest shaved; it gave me a sense of cleanliness. But my crotch, legs and feet were covered with thick black hair. In the midst of this hair stood my cock. I had always been happy with my size; I had a dick of at least 8 inches, but I had never felt it so hard and throbbing, even for the most beautiful of women. - "Now, like a good dog, get on all fours."

I found myself with knees and arms on the ground. Only a small portion of my mind still resisted, screaming to run away. Sam stood in front of me. I realized only then that he was naked too. I looked first at his bare feet on the floor, then went up with my gaze. The small hairs on his legs led to his average-sized penis, wrapped in fine hair at the base. He was aroused, too. I moved my eyes up along the black trail of hair of his young, toned chest until I looked into his eyes.

- "This is where to look at me from, my big dog. There is no more boss, no more orders to give. To you I will no longer be an employee, to you I will be the most attractive person in the world. You will have no other purpose but to satisfy me, to please me. Now, like a good dog, smell the genitals you will fuck.”

He turned around and sat with his ass on my face. His anus and pubis released an even wilder, musky scent into my nose; he smelled of male, cum and sweaty balls. It was disgusting and putrid, it was…no,…it was the best thing I had ever sniffed. I felt flushes of heat start from my crotch and radiate throughout my body as I gasped and licked his genitals, front and back. The taste of his butthole and his ballsack were breath-taking. Sam let out a few satisfied moans as he continued to run his inner thighs over my face. Sam was just beautiful, he was the most gorgeous human being I had ever seen. And I was so lucky to be his, to be the object of his attention. I could have gone on like this forever, but he suddenly broke away. His face was flushed, his eyes watery. I could see his dick releasing long strands of pre-cum. He was really cute in that state, so lovely, so hot. - "Boy, you are just what I was hoping for. So good, so sexy. I couldn't wait to let you fuck me, from the first moment we shook hands I knew you had to be mine. So, it's time for us to seal a new contract. Sit down."

I stood up and walked over to my desk chair, resting my hairy butt on the leather. In front of me I could only see Sam, as excited as I was, watching me intensely. He climbed on top of me, opening his legs. From his hairy chest I could smell his magnificent, arousing aroma more and more as his gorgeous butt rubbed against my turgid cock. - "Now you are going to fuck me. It will be the best sex of your life. When you come inside me, you will be totally in love. You will have total devotion fo me, unwavering trust, unstoppable desire. I alone will be in your thoughts. Now mount me, stud."

I pounded his ass wildly. His butthole slid over my cock tightening it, it was just impossible not to let go of primal moans of ecstasy. It was the most beautiful feeling I had ever experienced, endless ecstasy. On my legs, Sam was swaying in orgasm as he raised his armpits and continued to rub his wonderful perfume into my face. I had never been happier. Every thought in my head was being overwritten. The work? Sam was more important. He was going to get a promotion, he had to have it. My girlfriend? I was going to break up with her right away, I was only going to have Sam from now on. The career? Only his mattered. He was the most important and beautiful thing, it was him, only him. When my cock erupted inside him, all these thoughts cemented themselves indelibly in my mind.

All this was now a year ago. It had been wonderful months, thanks to Sam, of course. His corporate ascent had been meteoric, as was mine. He always has brilliant ideas; after all, he is the smartest person I know. Our relationship is still secret, but we would soon make it public. I would have done it right away, but Sam do not want to pass as a social climber -- of course he's not. In a few years I would leave the company to him, stay home and wait for him, as he asked. He said his daddy didn't have to get tired, and he was right, as always. I still take sometime him around the world paying for all the trips, because I have to make him happy, after all, that's all he deserves. He is the most beautiful living being, an angel fallen from heaven. I feel so lucky to see him come into my house every night, to make him dinner, to wash his dirty clothes -- I always sniff them before laundry, trying not to touch myself. I am a happy man when he crawls into bed by my side and lets me have a sniff of his perfume, the wonderful smell of my Sam. I am so happy to fuck him, to be his stud bull, his stallion. I have a rich and happy life ahead of me, I feel like I finally have a purpose. All because I met Sam.

The Wrong Number

Kyle grins as he snaps a post-workout selfie, quickly sending it to the chick he met at the bar the night prior. His grin widens as he sits naked on his bed, thinking about her. He could still feel her lips against his, the way her hands roamed his body. He could still hear her moans. And as his thoughts continue, he absentmindedly strokes his hardening dick.

“Fuck...” He mumbles.

Probably one of the best hook-ups he had in a long-time. And he couldn’t wait for part two.

“Hey babe, you around tonight? Ready for round 2?”

He stares at his phone, awaiting Stacy’s... no Brittany’s... no... He chuckles as he realizes he doesn’t even remember her name. But did it matter? He’d make an effort to learn it tonight- he wasn’t the least bit concerned she would turn him down. Especially with that selfie he sent. His muscles bulging, dusted perfectly with manly hairs. Yeah- totally irresistible.

“Come on.” He whispers as he sees she’s writing a response.

His heart sinks when he receives her response- a selfie. And it is not a selfie of the blond, double-D, bombshell he bagged last night. No, this was a dude. A buff, cocky dude. Kyle feels his dick soften as his own cocky grin shifts to a frown.

“Hey there cutie.” The message underneath the selfie reads.

“Sorry, wrong number.” Kyle replies quickly.

A fake number? Really? Kyle felt pissed. Did she really give him a fake number? And who the fuck was this guy? And why did he call him ‘cutie’? Kyle groans as he realizes he wouldn’t be seeing her again. Her loss, he figured. The young man started to stand up, but his phone buzzed again. It was that guy.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“Lol, sorry bro. Chick gave me the wrong number.” Kyle replies, “Women, right? Lol.”

Based on the selfie, Kyle figured the guy frequented the gym. Maybe they’d have some stuff in common. And part of Kyle felt maybe he could commiserate with a fellow bro. But his thoughts slow as he stares at the pic. Drinking in each detail and contour of the man’s body. The guy’s massive, juicy pecs taking up most of the selfie. And Kyle absentmindedly wonders what they feel like. And as he scratches his chest, he does not register his chest hairs falling away, leaving him cleanshaven and smooth.

“Wouldn’t know, cutie.” The man replies, “Thought you’d know that after last night lol.”

Kyle raises an eyebrow- his thoughts speeding back up. What did this guy... ohhhhhh... Now he knew. Kyle feels rage build up at the realization. Was this guy flirting with him? First he gets a wrong number, now some gay guy is trying to make a move? Just his luck...

“Don’t swing that way, bro.” Kyle replies.

Kyle went to block the number, but something causes him to stop. What did the guy mean ‘after last night?’ Kyle knew he hooked up with a chick. And two, Kyle wasn’t gay. He’d never... Kyle shifts uncomfortably as his his wide frame and proud muscles begin to decay. The increasingly slender young man barely registering his shifting frame.

“You sure? Could’ve fooled me.”

Kyle bit his lip, “What’re you talking about?” He types with his increasingly more dainty and feminine hands. His thick callouses from his workouts smoothing over and becoming soft.

“Did I fuck your brains out or something, cutie?”

Kyle shifts uncomfortably as his ass swells, filling with squeezable fat. An ass no gay man would be able to resist.

“OMG please stop.” Kyle texts back, “Like, I don’t even know who you are.” He stares at the messages he just sent, part of him registering that something was off with his word choices.

“What about now?”

Kyle gasped at the selfie the man set. His perfectly chiseled muscles and exposed pits causing him to blush. A thought crosses his mind- he would want nothing more than to be laying on that man’s chest. To thrust his nose into those dark, musky forests. And as he thinks of more things he’d want this man to do to him, he strokes his dick. Up and down, up and down. Not even registering that his prided manhood was getting smaller. And smaller. And smaller yet. Settling on a measly three inches hard.

“Like, no... something’s like totes...”

Kyle moans as the pleasure from stroking his dick suddenly intensifies tenfold. And then begins to dwindle, only to return. But he realizes it’s no longer his dick that brings him pleasure. No, it’s his ass. His hole clenching desperately for something to fill it. His mind racing with the new realization that he desperately needs his prostate stimulated.

“Need another reminder?”

Kyle can barely contain the feminine moan that escapes him as he gazes upon a dick pic from the stranger. And as he stares at it, licking his increasingly puffier lips, he realizes he needs it. And he needs it now. In his mouth, in his ass- anywhere. As long as it was inside him.

“Please daddy, I need it.” Kyle quickly texts back, sending a selfie of his own.

“Good boy. See ya soon slut.”

Kyle moans again, as his ass pulses with pleasure. The anticipation clouding his mind, his thoughts slowing. But as he stares at his new selfie, he can’t help but feel that this is wrong. That he wasn’t some smooth, bubble-butt, horny twink desperate for a quick fuck. No... he was... he was... A giggle escapes his increasingly puffy lips and he stands up. His ass sticks out as he saunters over to the mirror. Drinking in his new look. Loving his thicc ass, his small cock, and lean figure. His mind filling with all the knowledge he would need to please any man and a desire to do just that.

“Mmmmm daddy...” He moans, as he squeezes his own ass. His voice sultry and high-pitched.

It’s only a few minutes later until there’s a knock on his door. And the young twink saunters over, opening to reveal the man he had been texting with. Only a few minutes later, his nose is buried in the man’s musky pits. His memories of the girl yesterday vanishing from his mind. And as he deep throats the man’s dick, any interest he may have had in growing his muscles vanishes. It’s only when he’s thrown onto the bed, his ass up in the air, does Kyle panic. A sense of dread filling his psyche. Images of the man he was- his memories- filling his mind. But it all comes to a screeching halt as he feels his partner’s dick enter him. And with each thrust and feminine moan that leaves Kyle’s lips, more of these memories vanish.

Its only a few minutes later that the man leaves. Kyle is still lying in bed, cum leaking from his needy hole. His mind in shambles. But as the post-orgasm bliss fades, Kyle can feel the desire for round two start to grow. And with an ass like that, Kyle wouldn’t be waiting for long.

“Oh My God! You too??? Jesus what happen in this house?” said Edward, shocked to see his fraternity friends also turned into a hunk. He run to the outside of the bathroom and the whole alley filled with hot college boys taking selfie and lusting over their own muscle, some of them kissing and worshipping each other. Edward start to feel nauseous, his body drenched in sweat. He groaned as his brain filled with new memories and then several bros start to notice “Huhuh, look at him. Maybe he need some help to make the process quicker,” said Charlie the geography prodigy, now Carlos a talented football winger, pulling off Edward’s pants and start sucking his throbbing dick Outside of the house, Greg Willis and Frankie Duchamp high-fiving with each other as they perfectly finish their Coach order “With this, we’ll have enough member for all sports club in this college, and I can get some extra boys that I need to make a team” said Frankie, the captain of the football team.

We're not that kind of guy.

All I asked was what you were planning on doing tonight?

You say you're too busy for that kind of thing? You have classes? Looks to me like you both are too relaxed to be the kind of people who have anywhere important to be.

But you say you're too average for a guy like me? I disagree. You both seem to have some muscle on you, don't sell yourselves short.

But you're too insecure? That's just a state of mind, but I see two guys who live for attention. Yeah, see you're getting it—you gotta show off those muscles.

But you're just not into guys? I don't believe that for a second. Frankly, you're too dumb to care about that. I'm here, and I want you. Seems like your the kind of guy who's seeking a good time from whoever is available.

That's good. It turns out you are the kind of guy I'm looking for.

Melorius's shop: Thank you for your service

Adam stepped into the small, dimly lit Halloween shop without a clue that tonight would be anything but normal. He hesitated for a long time before deciding to go the office party. At 42, he really was finding those kinds of events more and more boring. He was late to get a costume, and with the Halloween party in just a few hours, he didn’t want to show up empty-handed, even more because Nathalie, his coworker he had kind of a crush on since she was hired a couple of months ago, would be here. Adam looked all day long but couldn’t find anything he liked or at his size. The last place on the block he didn’t check was this weird little hole-in-the-wall shop, a place he wouldn’t normally visit. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

As he walked in, the smell of old leather and musty costumes filled the air. Racks of outlandish outfits surrounded him, superheroes, clowns, knights, cowboys, Indians but none of them felt right. He wasn’t trying to win a costume contest. He just wanted something easy, fun, and simple that might bring him some points with Nathalie.

"Looking for something special?" came a smooth voice from behind the counter.

Adam turned to see an older man standing there, wearing a sharp suit that didn’t fit the vibe of the place at all. His eyes gleamed with a strange intensity, his thin lips curling into a grin that sent a shiver down Adam’s spine.

“Uh, yeah,” Adam replied, “Just something for a party. Nothing too flashy.”

The man, whose nametag read Mister Melorius, gave a knowing nod. "I think I’ve got just the thing for you." Without waiting for Adam to respond, he disappeared behind a curtain and came back holding a dark, pressed military uniform. Adam was about to say no thanks when a shimmer of the dogtag caught his attention on the uniform. He thought for a second and as a reflex, his hands reached for the costume. Maybe it could work he started to think.

"Try it on," Melorius said, handing it over with a strangely eager smile.

Adam nodded and took the uniform, heading into the changing room. It felt… strange in his hands. Light but sturdy, with a coolness to the fabric. As soon as he touched it, something seemed to tug at him, a pull he couldn’t explain.

He quickly undressed, neatly folding his 3 pieces royal blue costume and red tie, then slid the uniform over his body. The trousers clung to his legs perfectly, and when he zipped up the jacket, it felt as if it had been tailored specifically for him. But just as he finished adjusting the collar, a sudden warmth spread through him, like someone had flipped a switch inside his body.

“Whoa…” he whispered, looking in the mirror to see his reflection only to be met with weird sensations invading his lower half.

His breath hitched as a deep, pulsing warmth gathered in his chest and spread outwards. He watched, wide-eyed, as his reflection began to change. His shoulders, narrow and unremarkable, slowly began to broaden. Muscles thickened beneath his skin, his traps rising higher, giving him a solid, athletic look, he never had. His biceps bulged, veins snaking under the skin as they expanded, stretching the sleeves of the uniform.

Adam’s arms swelled as they filled with muscle, his forearms thickening to match. His fingers, once slim and soft, grew thicker and calloused as if he’d been doing pull-ups and handling weapons for years. He tried to flex his hand, but the strength in his grip now felt foreign, almost as if he didn’t recognize his own power.

His chest pushed out next. He gasped, watching as his pecs thickened, rising up under the fabric of the uniform. Each breath he took made his pecs swell even more, the fabric pressing tight against them. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the firm slabs of muscle there, and while his body was filling out with youthful strength, no chest hair sprouted. Instead, there was just a faint happy trail starting beneath his belly button, leading down into his waistband.

But it wasn’t just his chest. His abs rippled underneath the uniform, once undefined but now clear and sharp as if carved from stone. Each muscle tightened, becoming more pronounced, a solid six-pack replacing the soft stomach he’d grown used to over the years.

"What's happening?!" Adam muttered; his voice slightly higher than before. He tried to tug at the collar, but his hands were trembling. He watched his legs next, his thighs, once lean, ballooned with muscle, stretching the fabric of the pants until they hugged every powerful curve. His calves followed, thickening with each passing second, as if he had spent years running drills and hiking with heavy gear.

Adam felt a strange tightness in his groin. His cock, which had been a respectable 5.5 inches before, began to throb. He looked down, his heart pounding as he watched it grow harder in his pants. But instead of stopping, it kept swelling. The pressure inside his trousers grew unbearable as his cock thickened, stretching longer, now standing at a solid 9 inches when fully erect. His balls, too, grew heavier, tugging down into the tight space of his trousers. The weight of them sent an odd thrill up his spine.

He felt every change in vivid detail, the growing weight between his legs pulling more of his attention as his balls swelled, stretching the skin tight. It wasn’t just physical, his mind seemed to grow fuzzy as well. He clutched his head, trying to hold onto who he was, but each throb in his nuts seemed to drain away another part of his mind, like his very memories were slipping away.

“C’mon, c’mon,” he groaned, trying to focus on his reflection only to realize his face starting to change, to regress. In front of him, his hair started to grow back and took a light brown color, his skin tighten on his bones and muscles and his eyes cleaned of any sight disease..

The muscles in his back stretched next, widening, growing strong as if molded for carrying heavy packs. His spine straightened, the tightness there easing as his posture improved, making him stand taller. His entire frame had become lean but muscular, the body of someone fresh out of boot camp. His feet felt cramped as they grew too, filling out and pushing against the leather of his enw combat boots.

The reflection staring back at him was unrecognizable now, his youthful face smooth and sharp, his jawline chiseled. He was 19 again, with the fresh vigor of someone who had just graduated from military school. His eyes gleamed with a new confidence, the innocence of his late twenties long drained away.

Adam, frozen in surprise and incomprehension in his new 19 years old self wanted to scream for help. He grabbed the curtain of the dressing room only to realize something just woke up a bit lower.

His cock twitched again, harder this time, filling his pants with precum as it continued to throb. The uniform was pressing tight against his groin, the sensation making him grit his teeth. Adam felt like he was falling mentally, his old life, his name, his personality, everything that made him himself was being funneled into his swelling nuts, filling them with the essence of his past self. He tried to fight it, gripping his thickened biceps and flexing his jaw, but the pleasure was too much.

“Oh… fuck,” Adam gasped, his cock leaking steadily now, every pulse sending another piece of who he used to be into the pit of his balls. His mind was going blank. Everything about his past, the awkward college days, his old job, his straight lifestyle, was swirling away, replaced by a fresh, cocky attitude that fit his new body like a glove.

Adam felt the last grip he had on his old life give up in his brain as he mentally heard a Gulp sound and without touching himself, he came. His cock twitched violently in his trousers, releasing rope after rope of thick cum into the fabric, soaking through. His knees almost buckled, his muscles tensing as his orgasm washed over him. Every shot of cum seemed to drain away the last remnants of Adam. He groaned, feeling his pants tighten around his cock as it spurted again, marking the end of his transformation.

His breathing slowed, the intense pleasure fading, leaving him standing there in the dressing room. Adam blinked, his expression now one of cocky satisfaction. His body was exactly what it should be, perfectly toned, fresh out of military school, ready to take on any challenge. He gave his bulging biceps a flex, smirking at his reflection.

Just as the last of his cum soaked through his uniform pants, there was a flash of light.

When his eyes adjusted, Adam found himself standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by cheering soldiers. The Halloween Initiation party was in full swing, but this was no normal party. The barracks were filled with the scent of sweat and musk, and the energy in the room was electrifying. The blue-balled soldiers had been playing games of dares all night while drinking alcohol and thinning about their girls back home. They were taking turns on each other, their pent-up frustration boiling over into raw sexual energy as each other companies was the only thing available for them at the moment.

Adam's cock, still half-hard from his transformation, twitched at the sight. He wasn’t one to back down from a bet, no matter what it involved. His cocky grin widened as one of the guys, a bulky lance caporal sauntered over.

“New guy, huh? Hope you’re not shy,” the private smirked, pointing toward the center of the room where a game of dares was already heating up. Guys were taking turns on each other, sucking, fucking, the air thick with tension, laugh and alcohol.

“Shy? Never,” Adam said, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature. His old self would have been horrified, but that part of him was long gone. Now, all he felt was the thrill of the challenge, his cock already hardening again at the thought of taking one of those dares.

Within moments, Adam found himself stripped down to his uniform pants, standing in the circle of horny soldiers. His cock stood at attention, rock hard, dripping precum as the dares flew around the room. One soldier dared him to take one in the ass to prove he was one of them, and Adam’s grin only widened.

“Bring it on,” he said, his voice steady, confident.

Across the room, another soldier, Ryan, a tall, ripped guy with a mischievous smirk, caught Adam’s eye. Ryan had a reputation for never backing down from a challenge either, and tonight was no different.

“Alright, new kid,” Ryan called out, voice booming over the music. “You think you’ve got the guts to take on me? I bet you can’t last more than four minutes before I make you tap out. And if you think you can, then let’s make it interesting, I’ll fuck you, and if you make me cum first, you win. But if I fuck you senseless before the clock runs out, you’re mine for the rest of the night!”

The crowd hooted and hollered, clearly loving the idea. Adam, never one to back down, chuckled and shrugged, stepping forward. “You’re on,” he grinned, puffing out his chest as if the challenge didn’t faze him at all. Inside, his nerves tingled with a mix of excitement and tension. His old self would’ve balked at the idea, but the new Adam? He was born for this.

Ryan smirked and cracked his knuckles, stepping forward, already unbuttoning his pants while some of the guys set up a makeshift timer. Adam, shirtless, his abs and pecs glistening with sweat, kicked off his boots and started to peel off his uniform pants, his semi-hard cock springing free to a chorus of cheers and whistles from the guys around him. The thought of bending over for the first time sent a shiver down his spine, but instead of hesitation, all Adam felt was excitement. He was ready to win this bet and prove he was worth being one of them.

They positioned themselves in the center of the room. Adam braced himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, and his cock still throbbing as it brushed against the cold floor. The crowd gathered close, cheering and egging them on, chanting Adam’s name. Ryan loomed over him, his own cock hard and dripping, ready to go.

With no further delay, Ryan pushed his cock against Adam’s tight, virgin hole, and the moment Ryan started to press inside, Adam gritted his teeth. A sharp pain shot through him, his body tensing instinctively. The stretch was intense, way more than he’d expected, but he wasn’t going to back down. No way. Not with all these guys watching, cheering him on.

“Hah! You good down there?” Ryan teased, but Adam just barked a laugh through the pain.

“Hell yeah, I’m good. Just fuckin’ do it, man,” Adam shot back, shaking his head, trying to ease himself into the sensation. He wasn’t about to give Ryan the satisfaction of seeing him break.

The crowd roared as Ryan pushed deeper, and Adam’s breath hitched in his throat. He could feel every inch of Ryan’s cock stretching him wide, filling him up. It hurt like hell at first, his ass clenching tight, but Adam just grinned through it, biting down on his lip, determined to win.

He could hear the timer start ticking. He just had to hold out, just had to make Ryan cum first.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, hotshot,” Ryan growled and started to thrust, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving into Adam with rough, forceful strokes. Adam gasped, his body jolting with every powerful thrust, but instead of crumbling, he let out a breathless laugh.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” Adam taunted, grinning as he glanced over his shoulder, catching the strain on Ryan’s face.

Ryan’s cock pounded into him, faster, harder, his grip tightening on Adam’s hips as he tried to get the upper hand. But no matter how rough it got, no matter how much it burned and stretched Adam’s hole, he refused to give in. The cheers from the guys around him only fueled his determination.

“C’mon, Ryan, don’t hold back now!” Adam shouted over his shoulder, half-laughing, half-moan escaping him as the pleasure started to edge out the pain. He could feel his own cock twitching beneath him, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as Ryan’s relentless fucking started to push him closer to the edge. But it wasn’t about him. He had to make Ryan lose it first.

And Ryan was struggling. Adam could feel it in the way his thrusts were getting sloppier, the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps. His cock was twitching inside him, his composure cracking with every second that ticked by. Adam’s muscles tightened, and he arched his back just a little, pushing his ass up to meet Ryan’s thrusts, making it even harder for him to hold back.

“You gonna cum for me, Ryan?” Adam teased, voice ragged, but still full of that cocky confidence. The guys around them cheered louder, and Adam fed off their energy, his grin widening. He was close to winning. He could feel it.

Ryan let out a guttural moan, his hands digging into his hips as he tried to hold out, but Adam wasn’t going to give him a chance. He clenched his ass tight around Ryan’s cock, squeezing him hard, and that was all it took.

With a loud groan, Ryan’s hips stuttered, and Adam felt the sudden warmth of Ryan’s cum spilling deep inside him. The crowd erupted into cheers, fists pumping into the air as Ryan lost the challenge. Adam let out a triumphant laugh, his chest heaving, body shaking with the intensity of the moment.

Ryan slumped forward, panting heavily as he pulled out, but Adam was already standing up, grinning ear to ear, his own cock still hard, bobbing between his legs as the crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, shouting congratulations.

“You fuckin’ did it!” one of them laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “You made him blow in under four minutes!”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Adam grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He could still feel the dull ache in his ass, but it didn’t matter. He had won, he was one of them, and the rush of victory coursed through him like fire.

The crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, congratulating him, Ryan approached from behind. The tall, ripped soldier, still catching his breath from their intense initiation challenge, gave Adam a smirk that spoke volumes. Without warning, Ryan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. Adam grinned, thinking it was just part of the celebration, the camaraderie of the guys after a wild challenge.

But as Ryan leaned in, his breath hot against his ear, his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper. “You may be one of us now, Adam,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down his spine, “but you’re still gonna be my bitch from now on.”

Adam’s grin faltered for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as the meaning of Ryan’s words sank in. Before he could react, Ryan’s hand slid down his bare back, slipping lower until his fingers brushed against his still-sloppy hole. The touch was sudden, intimate, and before Adam could even think to protest, Ryan pushed one thick finger inside, pressing against his sensitive, overstimulated prostate.

The sensation hit him like a freight train. His body jolted forward, muscles tensing, and his cock, still hard and twitching, suddenly erupted. Adam’s eyes widened as he came, hands-free, his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of hot cum onto the floor beneath him. His legs trembled, barely able to keep him upright as the orgasm tore through him, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Ryan chuckled softly into Adam’s ear, his finger still teasing his prostate, milking every last drop of cum from him. The crowd didn’t notice, too wrapped up in another challenge thrown to another new private first class, but Adam’s world narrowed down to the overwhelming sensation of Ryan’s control over his body, the undeniable pleasure, and the sharp sting of submission.

As Adam’s orgasm finally ebbed, leaving him breathless and trembling, Ryan pulled his finger out, giving his ass a possessive slap. “Good job, Private First Class Adam,” Ryan muttered, amusement lacing his voice. Then, without another word, Ryan stepped away, blending back into the group, leaving Adam standing there, dazed, his cock still dripping, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

The other soldiers continued to cheer and party, unaware of the intimate moment that had just transpired, but he knew. He felt it deep in his bones, his new life, his new body, and now, his new place in the barracks.

He was Private First Class Adam, the cocky, easygoing guy who never backed down from a challenge. But now, as he watched Ryan disappear into the crowd, his heart still racing, he realized something else.

He may be one of them, but Ryan had claimed him all the same. And Adam wasn’t sure he minded at all.

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Back in the store, Mister Melorius went on and grabbed the folded blue 3 pieces costume to put it up for sell, a brand new “40 yo engineer costume” was ready to be sold to someone else. ______________________________________________________________

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My living arrangement at college is unbearable. I’m a dean’s list honors student, and my roommate is a dumbass stoner skater. Needless to say, we don’t get along at all, and the school isn’t allowing us to transfer. We found out about Rakurai Inc and decided to flip a coin: either he has to become a preppy academic like me, or I have to become a dumbass slacker like him. We’ll accept whatever outcome the company decides is best.

Tempting fate are we?

You were super excited. You had won the bet with your roommate and he would finally start to get his act together once the package would arrive.

You arrived home earlier than him and noticed the package by your front door. You giddily opened it up and saw it was... a candle? You smirked. A candle is way to bitchy for a stoner dropout like him. You decided to light it so the room would be all ready once hed got back.

You decided to do some homework while you were waiting.

As the time went by however you noticed you had a hard time concentrating on the material. Your thoughts kept drifting to your roommate. At first you thought it was because of your excitement for the transformation but then you noticed what you were thinking of. His long thick legs. His strong arms. His scent. You felt yourself get harder, and harder, and harder. You looked down to see a massive tent in your sweats. Wait... sweats? You were wearing khakis just before? You felt yourself rise up from your chair as your thighs suddenly began to fill out your sweats. At the same time your legs began to lengthen, your torso stretched, revealing your midriff, and turning your t shirt into a crop top. T-shirt?? You were wearing a shirt right?

Suddenly the front door opened and your roommate walked in. One glance and he immediately understood what was happening and smiled.

"Glad I told them I won, instead of you, you're looking so much better babe."

Babe? You weren’t his boyfriend though, and you werent gaaaaaaaayyyyy...

Your mind slurred. He had walked over to you and began to stroke your massive bulge. Each stroke send bolts of energy through your mind, breaking down the knowledge that you had been curating over the past years.

In its place came workout routines, different ways to use weed and multiple sex positions.

You turned your head to your boyfriend only to be met with his cheesy, musky rod against your new plump lips.

"They said it would work faster if you had some stimuli, so get to it baby"

You eagerly began to suck, feeling your torso broaden with each bob of your head. It didn't take long for him to shoot down your throat, and your arms exploded with muscle.

A musk began to permeate throughout the room and you felt yourself leaking in your tight sweats.

Your roommate might have lost the game but he sure has won the war.

Don't forget that Rakurai Inc. Is not liable for any unforseen events. Be sure to carefully consider that any changes are permanent.

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.”

Protein Rich

You couldn't believe your eyes. Your stoner roomate Hugh had been telling you about this new expirimental pre workout he had been taking. He had started working out cause noone wanted to date him. He told you " I look super dorky and I'm not smart, so might as well do something about the thing I can change." The results were.... there... a bit more filled out shirts, his ass had a slight jiggle.

But then, one day, he called you to the living room. As you walked in you noticed his pants around his ankles and immediately turned around. "Yo what the hell man... put your pants on."

"Uhhh... oh yeah ... I will but look, I noticed some small text on the bottom of the jar, and... well look."

You turned back around, seeing him shuffle towards you, his pants still on the floor. He handed you the jar and pointed at where you should read.

"Advised to use with High concentrations of protein." You read out loud. You looked up at your roomie and frowed. "Okay, so what youre gonna eat alot of steak now?"

Hugh grinned and turned to the counter and grabbed a cup of milk he has poured. "Nah I'm just gonna mix it with this."

You rolled your eyes. "Hugh, milk contains calcium, not protein. Its good for your bones, not your muscles."

"Oh... but this isn't milk... well not from a cow at least." He said with a wink, before dumping two scoops of formula in it and stiring it.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused as he started to chug the whole glass in a single go.

Your eye widened as his shirt slowly started to strain against his chest. As the mixture was sliding down his throat, his body was starting to grow in every direction. His once oversized shirt was almost plastered on his massive torso.

The countertop was hiding most of it, but you noticed him slowly getting taller, his shirt riding up his midriff as he raised his arm to finish the drink. You slowly walked around the kitchen to see that his formerly skinny legs were now giant trunks of muscle, with a massive bubble butt to boot.

Hugh slammed the glass back on the counter and let out a massive belch. A cloud of protein powder and... oh was that...

"Cum, I used my own cum. Hassa lotta protein ya know." Hugh smirked and raised his massive arms and flexed. A whaft of sweat and weed spread through the room. As it hit your nostrils you started to feel a bit dizzy, your high functioning braincells coming to a screeching halt. You slowly began to make your way to Hugh and ran a hand down his sculptured chest.

He looked at you with a smile and pulled you up against him. "Ahhh this is what they meant about attraction. I get why they call it Bi-Pro now.' You barely heard him. Your hands had started to feel up his massive physique, squeezing every muscle they could find.

"Hey bro... you wanna look like this too? You wanna feel and smell amazing like me?" You slowly nodded and he grinned. He reached over to the counter and grabbed a spoonfull of formula and pressed it against your lips. "Open up bro, this is all for you"

You opened your mouth and let him pour the dry powder into it. He poured two more in before he closed your mouth and you immediately swallowed. It went down surprisingly easy.

Hugh then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "I'm gonna give you the time of your life bro." He carried you into his bedroom, and threw you down on the mattras. He pulled of his tight shirt, and you could finally appreciate his full stature. His massive pecs were dripping with sweat, and casting a shadow on his slim waist due to them pushing out so far. His sculpted abs and hard V-Line were gistening in the sun that came through his window.

Your eyes traveled down to his groin and you saw the largest dick you have ever seen. Now granted your heterosexuality didn't really make it so you had seen many, but his was one of remarkable size. He smiled softly and leaned down to take off your sweatpants to reveal your strained underwear, damp in precum. "Goddamn... it really works. You know, I have always wanted to hit it off with you, but you were so straight, I wouldn't dare ask."

He leaned down even more and put his lips around your dripping bulge. You let out a stifled moan as you felt his mouth nibble on your hard package. Before you could do anything else, he turned you over and turned your tighty whities into a make-shift jockstrap by tearing open the back, revealing your bare ass. He chuckled and groped his rock hard python. It was glistening with pre, which hes scooped up and lathered on his thick index finger. He then started to probe your hole with his lubed up finger, and gently began to enter. You couldn't help but moan and squirm. His singular finger was almost enough to send you over the edge, and the thought of his massive dick entering you, added on to that, creating a vicious cycle of edging you couldn't seem to get out of.

After your hole was sufficiently loosend, Hugh climbed ontop of the bed and pressed his thick member up against your hole. "Im gonna go in now baby, let me know if it hurts."

You nodded, biting down on a pillow. He then promptly plunged his whole length into your ass, making you scream in overwhelming pleasure. His rod hit all the right spots inside of you, and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. As he started doing just that, your whole body started to squirm. You had never bottomed before, but somehow you knew exactly how to make your boyfriend cum. Wait... boyfriend... what...? You wanted to disagree with your weird new thought and memories, but your brain still hadn't restarted, so you just giddily accepted this turn of events and continued riding Hugh's dick.

His rough hands ran across your slim back, sending shivers down your spine, which made your hole flex. You could hear Hugh whisper behind you: "Fuck... im gonna..." and you quickly started to move your ass on the rhythm of his thrusts, speeding up the process even more. Hugh groaned: "Fuck... wait baby ... shit I'm.... I'm gonna cum". As those were exactly the words you were hoping for, you continued milking his dick as you felt his dick twitch inside your hole, which send you over the edge. A few ropes of cum shot on the sheets, and you let out a long moan as your balls were emptied.

"Fuck me... that was so good Hugh" you looked over your shoulder to see Hugh with his eyes shut, biting his lip. "I... I can't...HOLD IT!!!". And with that Hugh's massive balls emptied their huge load into your hole. Rope after rope, thrust after thrust hit your insides, the warm liquid rushing into your stomach.

Hugh just kept shooting, and from the feeling you got you knew he wasn't shooting blanks, but... you didn't feel full. He had been shooting for at least a minute, every release at least on par with the previous one, sometimes even stronger. But your stomach felt as if it had just began getting filled.

Then, you felt a rumbling in your cum filled stomach. You looked down and saw your slightly pudgy stomach suck in. The soft rolls turned into rows of hard cobble, while your eyes widened shortly, before your mind completely accepted this change as well. You turned around on Hughs dick so you could more comfortably look at your changing body, and look your baby in the eyes as it happend. The rumbling traveled to your legs, which quickly went from small twigs to thick skullcrushers. Your feet grew a few sizes to match, and immediately started to eminate a similar stench as the one keeping you in a horny trance. As the rumbling traveled back upwards it passed your still penetrated ass, which quickly doubled in size. Hugh groaned again ass your new massive bubblebutt squished his hard rod even more. The rumbling continued upward, your waist slimming down some more, as your pecs began to drop. They started to hang, while filling up nicely with muslce. You couldn't help but run a hand across your massive tits, which were super sensitive to the touch. You gave them a soft squeeze and a loud moan escaped your lips. Your shoulders started to bulge outwards, fixing your bad posture and giving you a slightly intimidating stature. Your arms grew to proportion, which you admired by flexing your guns at Hugh. Your formerly smooth pits quickly grew saturated with a generous patch of hair, out of which came a familiar stench.

Your neck widened, and your traps started to slightly rise. Your face contorted as the rumbling made its way to your head. Your features began to bubble and shift. The acne practically fell from your face, while your big nose and braced teeth started to shift. Your nose shrunk, but broadened sligtly. Meanwhile your braces started to break off your teeth, revealing a perfect white grin. You parted your now plump lips and a massive thick tongue slithered out. Hugh grinned as he leaned forward, dick still in your ass, and started to make out with you, your tongue quickly asserting dominance in his mouth. Your dark brown eyes shifted to a cold grey. Your brows fixed themselves, thickening somewhat and grooming themselves to perfection. Your hair ruffled itself, a short but slightly messy style, a stark opposite of the usually slicked back style you had. A slight tingle in your arm made you part lips with Hugh , just in time to see your new tattoo take shape. As a final touch your milky white skin got blessed with a sunkissed tan, which fit your new more outgoing personality.

As you two layed there, revealing in the afterglow of another successful fuck session, Hugh climbed off of you, and smirked. "I fucking love you Theo... "

You chuckled. "I know ,mi amor, now hurry , you don't wanna be late for class"

Hugh grinned as he grabbed his tight T-shirt from the floor, the sweat pants that you had just worn , and some flipflops that were next to the bed. He quickly put them all on and grabbed a joint from his desk, which he promptly lit and blew a cloud of musk in your face.

"Alright T, I'll see you after class, don't smoke everything we got"

You stifled a laugh. "Wasn't it you who smoked all of our last supply'

You could see Hughs face turn red in the dim light of the room.

"Shaddup.." You let out a bellowing laugh, and you took the joint from between his fingers.

"Vamos, Hugh you're stalling, you're gonna be late"

Hugh smiles and blows you a kiss, before grabbing his back and making his way to the door. "Love you!"

"Te amo!"

You smiled as you took a long drag of the joint, your brain never turning on again in your dimly lit stoner sex den.

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Hugh rubbed his small pouch as he walked to class. He loved a quick fuck session with his boyfriend Theodore, especially before class. It gave him just enough focus to get through, even when buzzed on weed.

As he walked into the lecture hall, his phone buzzed. He saw a snap chat notification from Theo. As soon as he opened it all blood rushed to his dick. There he was. His boyfriends perfectly sculpted, columbian body, perfectly seated for a teasy thirsttrap.

"Fuckk..." Hugh covered his massive bulge as he quickly went to the back, ready for an in class jerk session.

Mexican Flavor

“God, what is that smell?” Paul muttered as he closed the door to his apartment. He’d known his roommate Henry was having some guests over, but he could have never expected to casually stroll into this gas chamber. The whole place reeked of a Mexican restaurant’s bathroom, the kind of restaurant that could leave someone on the toilet for hours. And to make matters worse, it almost seemed like there was a noticeable haze to the room too. Paul didn’t know what could’ve caused the apartment to hold a visible spore cloud. He’d have to find Henry to get to the bottom of this.

Tossing his work loafers and unknotting his tie, Paul hurriedly made his way over to his roommate’s room. He just wanted to get undressed and take a nap after a long day at the firm, still having a party to attend later that night. Henry had mentioned he was going to have some people over from his Dungeons and Dragons club. It wasn’t their usual day of the week, but there was a new guy who wanted to join. Some foreign-exchange student from Mexico or something, who according to Henry did not physically fit in with the rest of the group. Not the racial detail, but the fact that apparently the Mexican student was some jock who completely dwarfed all the nerds. Paul chuckled when Henry had told him that, imagining his roommate’s dramatization.

“Henry?” Paul knocked as he approached the bedroom. Paul didn’t hear a response, but he noticed that the odorous cloud did seem to be seeping out from underneath the door. Sighing, he called out Henry’s name again. When a reply didn’t come back again, Paul lifted the hem of his shirt over his nose and carefully walked in. Henry’s room looked the same as before; same Star Trek posters, same lame figurines from some video game, same tidy room overall. Well, except for the large man who was strewn across Henry’s bed. 

Lying on his stomach was a muscled Latino that Paul assumed had been the source of this stench. He was happily zonked out, snoring loudly. Paul cautiously moved closer, confused as to who this stranger was in Henry’s room. He was much bigger than the white nerd had ever been. This man was at least half a foot taller with every body part noticeably greater. Plumper thighs, heavier pouch, wider feet. The man was covered in workout gear that by the look of it had very recently been used. But when Paul began investigating the Latino’s handsome, caramel face, he was shocked to notice that the man was wearing glasses. Henry’s glasses.

BBRRRPPPTTT!

Inhaling generously, Paul blinked as he reevaluated the situation. Of course Enrique was wearing his glasses; he practically couldn’t see without them. The glasses were ironic really, being the only thing about his Mexican roommate that could be considered “nerdy”. Enrique’s life was built around fitness, besides eating good food and getting laid. When the foreign jock wasn’t working out, he’d be at home slobbing it up or in his bedroom with some stranger. So Paul wasn’t surprised when he came home to the apartment smelling like a Mexican restaurant’s bathroom. Enrique had said he was going for a workout after all with his güeyes, some other Mexican bro-types. 

But after all these years, Paul couldn’t remember Enrique’s funk being this bad, let alone his gas. Enrique had always had pretty bad body odor, something he blamed on his “proper Latino diet” and his frequent visits to the gym. Enrique even tried to convince Paul that there was evidence by how his body smelled, being that there was a little “Mexican flavor” to it. Paul never bought it, but now that he was in a concentrated room full of Enrique’s fart fumes he couldn’t deny there was an element that made the back of his throat and eyes tickle. He didn’t want to, but Paul had to wake Enrique to solve this (literally) visible smelly problem. Begrudgingly, he leaned forward across the larger man’s sleeping body to wake his roommate up.

PPHHRROOOOTTTT!

A pungent cloud of gas escaped Enrique’s wet buttocks, causing the unfortunately-placed Paul to stagger back and away from the bed. His head had been right over the danger-zone. He’d been so close in fact that Paul watched the flatulence push through the tight fabric of Enrique’s running shorts before blasting him in the face. The mass almost had a spore-like quality to it, the condensed fart gliding through Paul’s nostrils and right into his brain. Now on the floor, Paul’s head felt hazy from the direct blow. Still in his work trousers and button-up, he was barely able to hear the sound of a small toot escape his own bottom.

BBRRMMPPP!

“I gotta…I gotta get out of here…” Paul murmured, the awful stench causing him to lose focus. He was in survival mode now, the smell finally getting into his system and tainting him, corrupting him. Unable to stand without falling again, Paul carefully crawled his way across the room. Each step was not only one towards freedom but one away from his pungent roommate. Each step however was also getting more difficult to take. Paul heard a sudden creak in floorboards. He hoped it was his roommate, waking up to save him from this oddly disgusting fate. Instead, it was the door to the bedroom, shutting on its own like a metaphor from some horror movie; closing the coffin lid.

SSSHHHBBBBRRT!

Enrique’s plump cheeks let out another putrid gust of air. Paul rolled on the floor, his body weakening as he became powerless to the gas. His breathing slowed, accepting the stale air into his body. Paul’s eyes slowly shut after, his consciousness escaping. The foul fumes entered his system willingly as he surrendered. Having a lot of ground to cover, the odor coated both Paul’s interior and exterior. The last thing Paul heard was another fart from his own back end, although this time its ring was a little more similar to that of his Mexican roommate’s.

BBRMMPPHH!

Similar to his roommate’s situation, Paul’s body laid on the carpeted ground lifeless. His lungs were no longer functioning to take in oxygen and release carbon dioxide. Instead, their focus has been reoriented into processing more methane and hydrogen sulfide. The rotten components eagerly flooded Paul’s system, creating an almost hibernation-like state to ease into the metamorphosis stage. While the flatulence Paul inhaled from Enrique polluted his body, he released his own gas that disposed of his previous being.

FFRRRAAABBBTT!

The spores slowly multiplied and released from Enrique’s body into Paul’s. As particular areas became more concentrated, the malodorous work became more apparent. Being hit first and the hardest, Paul’s face was the quickest to change. His nose and jaw broadened dramatically, growing wider as his skull realigned itself into something squarer. His cleft pushed back and thickened, allowing for his lips to plump up with a little extra pout. Paul’s eyebrows became bushier while his hair took on a new texture, darkening into a lovely dark brown to match the altered shades of his brow line and barely-there stubble. Finally, his skin tanned into a honey-like color that begged to be tasted.

SSSHHBBRT!

More of Paul’s lifeless figure was coated. The small amount of fat that he had earned in his first years of desk work at the firm melted away, leaving behind supple muscular tissue. The erosion led to biceps, triceps, and quadriceps. Abs upon abs, pec beside pec. His calves were excavated underneath the years of unuse, now dug up to renew their purpose. Veins that had previously been hidden were now apparent, showing the renewed strength in Paul’s body. Once any part of Paul’s body was contaminated, updated, or corrected, the caramel color came sweeping in like a fresh coat of paint. 

The spores continued their work across Paul’s frame. His feet shrunk from their average US Size 10 to a more appropriate MX Size 26. His buttocks plumped up underneath his weight, now vibrating every time a new blast of gas was released. Paul’s pouch swelled larger too, each of his balls the size of ripened, flavorful tomatillos. His cock also grew meatier, girthier, swelling proudly into a thick chorizo sausage. Paul’s clothes also adapted, his office attire disappearing entirely except for his loose boxer shorts. Those shrunk in and stretched across his lower half, encasing the bronzed skin underneath a tight spandex material.

FFRRRBBTTT!

The fumes were now undeniably a fog, crowding all of Enrique’s room after being confined to such a small space. The last of Paul’s body was tainted in a matter of moments. His body hair either completely disappeared or transformed into something darker, coillier, and a heck of a lot smellier. His Adam’s apple shifted slightly upwards while his vocal chords replaced some vowel sounds with others. Even the tiniest details weren’t spared. Anything that could be made more Mexican was.

All this time, the spores from the toxic gasses had been infiltrating Paul’s body too. Memories of family in America, culture in America, life in America were all slowly altered. The red, white and blue became the prickly pear, rattlesnake, and golden eagle. Burgers and fries were erased by enmoladas and posole. Paul’s mom dropping him off at law school became Pablo’s mamá dropping him off at the airport. Paul’s life goals were centered around becoming an incredible lawyer, but Pablo’s life goals were centered around having a good time.

BBRRMMPPP!

-and spreading his Mexican flavor of course. Everyone had to get a whiff of him. He loved his manly, Latino scent. And he knew everyone else would as well. 

Wrapping up their job, the spores gathered the last bits of the previous being and ushered them towards the backdoor. Anything that screamed “American,” “white,” or “Paul” was clustered and pushed out the two new bouncy globes the man would call his mejor activo. With one final thrust, a concluding fart escaped his system, permanently discharging anything left of his former self.

FFBBBRRRMMPPHH!

Pablo’s eyes fluttered open slowly. He groaned, his head feeling cloudy from the hedor that lingered in the air. He loved it. Pablo adored his manly smell and wanted to indulge in it. Fortunately for him, it didn’t seem like su trasero was planning on stopping anytime soon.

“¡Amigo!” Enrique’s voice loomed from up above. Pablo pushed himself up, noticing his very atractivo roommate in the doorway. “You could’ve slept in mi cama,” he continued smoothly.

“I couldn’t make it,” Pablo replied with a cute accented English. “I fell to my knees when I saw your bella Durmiente.”

Enrique smirked and rolled his eyes. He sat on the floor to join his roommate/lover, but Pablo was already up. The two had unintentionally swapped spots. 

“¿Mi bebé varón?” Enrique purred, giving a playful smack to Pablo’s beach balls.  “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got that party tonight, remember? For that law firm.”

“Ah yes,” Enrique replied. “Lover by day, el compañero by night.”

Pablo smirked. “Don’t be too sad. I’ll be back soon.” He then turned in the open doorway, leaving a proper parting gift.

FFFFRRT!

The strange rancid stench coming from the lockers was extreme enough for the school to shut them down and call in some cleaners. But he left an old book bag inside he didn’t want trashed. Opening the locker the musk hit him strong. Instantly his brain went numb and he watched amazed as his body got hot and bigger. He couldn’t help but flex and groan seeing himself growing sexy by the second. Screw the book bag, his mind was all about muscle now. He smelled fucking great and he knew a few pathetic friends who could use a good sniff.

The Only Man He Could Ever Love

No doubt, my roommate was an odd one. Oh, he was a typical jock of course. He was in the gym several days a week, constantly drinking protein shakes, smelled of sweat and funk more often than not, and generally left the place a cluttered disgusting mess if not for the parade of chicks he had over, forcing him to tidy up a little for their benefit. To say Jason was a pig was probably putting it mildly. At least he wasn’t abusive or overly rude beyond typical frat boy toilet humor, so I was able to put up with his more crude behavior and habits a little better than I would have otherwise.

We’d been living together in this small dorm room for a few months now. Neither of us really wanted to live with someone else. I preferred my privacy, and Jason preferred more space to himself. But somehow, we made it work. Being bi (but still in the closet), I didn’t have as many hookups as Jason, preferring to date, but not really finding anyone at this school worth dating, male or female. Plus, I was too embarrassed to bring a girl back to our room. One, because it was usually a mess and smelled terrible, and two, because inevitably, Jason would somehow charm the girl into his own bed shortly after I started dating a girl, just to dump her later as per usual – as happened when we first started living together. So lesson learned on that one.

Oh well, it is what it is, and Jason is who he is. I didn’t hate him, but I didn’t particularly like him much either, I just tolerated him. And that seemed to be how things would go from now on – until one night I woke up, drunk, and in Jason’s bed. No… it’s not what you think, but in some ways, maybe it was actually stranger than you’re thinking.

“Hey bro, wake up.” I heard a voice call me from my slumber. It wasn’t Jason’s voice though… It was my voice! Certain I was dreaming, I tried to will myself awake, “Dude, you’re not dreaming.” my twin explained, “I switched our bodies, I want to try something.”

I humored Jason as he explained he was wasted at a local bar after a late night gym session. He tried to pick up some chicks, but they all turned him down. Drunk and bummed, he returned to our dorm and figured, his roommate is asleep and he was horny as fuck, he wanted to see if he could get lucky with me.

“But I ain’t gay,” he explained, “And there’s only one man I’d ever love, and that’s me.” he said with a chuckle. “So that’s why you got my body now, and I want to see what it’s like, you know, to make out and do stuff with, well, myself.”

And that’s how we got where we are. It only lasted for the evening, but we ended up doing it again several more times after that. Mainly him worshiping his own stinky gym-worked body, but sometimes sucking his own dick (which he really liked and was actually really good at) and one time, he let me fuck him with his own cock. I really enjoyed that, though we haven’t done it since then and he’s too afraid to try fucking his own ass.

Oh well. I’ll take what I can get.

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Roomie Remodelled

Today’s Saturday and I felt like kicking back first thing and enjoying a blowjob so my roommate, Paul did the honours by being my cousin Ritchie for the morning. He certainly played  the role well but that’s because at the moment he doesn’t remember that he’s not really my cousin.

Thanks to the power of my Chronivac, Paul thinks he’s always been Richie - with a few modifications of course.  The real Ritchie is straight as an arrow so naturally he wouldn’t be caught dead sucking my cock. The real Ritchie is also a bit of a prude and doesn’t like to show his sexy, tattooed bod but that’s not a problem since I dialled down his inhibitions, turned him gay and gave him a fetish for jockstraps and sweaty gym gear.

Now not only is Paul behaving like an uninhibited, gay version of Ritchie, he also thinks Saturday morning blowjobs are a regular gig for us.  Man, the feel of his lips and tongue on my pole was unbelievable and it didn’t take long for me to blow my load into his mouth once he got to work.

Watching Ritchie’s sniffing his pits after I returned the favour by sucking him off is getting me horned up again so I think I’ll reset my nuts and have another round.  The security guard at the mall’s got a rocking bod and I bet once I’ve transformed Paul into a clone of him, his lips’ll look great slurping on my cock too.

**Riding a New Life: A Ghost's Journey**

I had been a wandering spirit for what felt like an eternity. Ever since the accident that severed my connection to the living world, I had been drifting through the ether, invisible and forgotten. That is, until today.

I found myself in a dimly lit parking garage, the scent of gasoline and rubber filling the air. The growl of an engine echoed off the walls, and that’s when I saw him—a young biker, effortlessly cool in his black and red leather suit, leaning casually against his sleek Honda. He was everything I had once admired from afar, back when I was alive.

I watched him for a moment, a pang of envy and longing coursing through my spectral form. Then, almost instinctively, I felt myself drawn toward him. There was a sudden pull, a rush of energy, and before I knew it, I was inside his body.

The moment I slipped into his form, it was as if the world exploded in sensation. The first thing I noticed was the heat—the intoxicating warmth of his skin, the snug embrace of the leather suit wrapping around me. It was a second skin, tight and form-fitting, accentuating every contour and muscle. The leather was smooth and supple, a mix of security and allure that was almost overwhelming.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the resistance of the gloves, the reassuring grip they provided. I couldn't help but admire the strength in these hands, the power in this body. My heart raced, not just from the thrill of possession, but from the sheer intensity of feeling alive again. The suit clung to me, a perfect fit, and I relished the way it made me look—strong, confident, and undeniably hot.

Every step I took in the leather suit was a new discovery. The way it accentuated my broad shoulders, the way it hugged my biceps and triceps, making every muscle pop with definition. I could feel the smooth caress of the leather against my skin, the way it moved with me, an extension of my newfound strength.

After an exhilarating ride through the city, I decided to explore more of what this new life had to offer. I had noticed a gym bag in the trunk of his bike, and an idea struck me. I headed to the local gym, eager to test the limits of this new body.

Entering the gym, I felt a wave of excitement. The scent of sweat and metal filled the air, and the rhythmic clanking of weights created a motivating soundtrack. I walked confidently to the locker room, changing into a tank top and workout pants that showed off my muscular physique. The reflection in the mirror was almost surreal—I was now this fit, handsome biker with a body that drew admiration and respect.

I started with some light stretches, feeling every muscle respond with a fluidity and power I had never experienced before. Moving to the weight section, I picked up a dumbbell, the cold metal heavy in my hand. I began a series of bicep curls, watching in awe as the muscles in my arms bulged and flexed.

The intensity of the workout was intoxicating. I pushed myself harder, feeling the burn in my muscles, the rush of endorphins coursing through my veins. I moved from one machine to another, challenging myself with each set, reveling in the strength and endurance of this body.

Between sets, I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror. The way the tank top clung to my chest and shoulders, the way my arms looked pumped and powerful—it was a heady mix of vanity and pride. I couldn't help but snap a quick selfie, capturing the moment of pure, unadulterated strength.

As the workout continued, I felt a growing sense of accomplishment. This body was capable of so much, and I was determined to explore its limits. The sweat poured down my skin, a testament to the hard work and effort I was putting in. And with each rep, each lift, I could feel myself growing more confident, more comfortable in this new skin.

But something was missing. My spectral journey had been long and lonely, and I longed to share this new life with someone who understood. That’s when I remembered my closest ghost friend, another lost soul who had wandered with me through the void. He deserved this chance too.

Later that evening, I returned to the parking garage, where I found another biker—a friend of the man whose body I had claimed. He was tall and lean, with a rugged handsomeness that made my decision easy. I called out to my ghost friend, guiding him to this new vessel.

With a rush of energy, my friend entered the biker’s body. The transformation was immediate. He blinked, adjusting to the new sensations, then looked at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude. We were no longer lost souls. We were alive, and we had each other.

Together, we returned to the gym. It was a surreal experience, seeing my friend in his new form, watching him flex and admire his new physique. We took a moment to capture it—a selfie of the two of us, side by side, strong and proud. The bond we shared as ghosts had transformed into something deeper, something more intimate.

In the gym mirror, we stood close, our bodies radiating strength and confidence. My friend, now in his own muscular form, flexed his bicep while I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Our tank tops clung to us, revealing every sculpted muscle, every defined line. The pride in our eyes was unmistakable. Here we were, two souls reborn, finding a new life and love in the most unexpected way.

As the days passed, we explored our new lives together. We rode our bikes through the city, feeling the wind on our faces, the thrill of speed and freedom. We worked out side by side, pushing each other to new heights, celebrating every achievement.

Our connection grew stronger, evolving into a romantic bond that felt natural and right. We were a couple now, navigating this new world together. The love we had for each other, forged in the ethereal realm, blossomed in our new, physical forms.

And as we stood together, gazing at our reflections, we knew that this was just the beginning. We had found a new home, a new life, and most importantly, we had found each other. The road ahead was ours to conquer, and we were ready to face it together.

The leather suit, which had started it all, became a symbol of our transformation. Every time I slipped into it, I felt a rush of excitement and power. The way it hugged my body, the way it made me look and feel—it was exhilarating. And as we rode together, side by side, I knew that we were more than just bikers. We were partners, lovers, and together, we were unstoppable.

A new bunny in the gym

My roommate Ryan has always been telling me I need to loosen up and stop taking life so seriously. Maybe he's got a point. While I spend all my time in the library studying he spends it at the gym or having fun at the club, and being bisexual he never has a probably finding a fuck.

I finally relented and joined him at the gym. The place was huge. Full of men of different sizes, all with bulging muscles. Though I was straight, not that I had much luck with girls, I could appreciate that all the men here were pretty attractive.

As I didn't know what to do or what to wear at the gym Ryan took me under his wing. Giving me socks, shorts, trainers, t-shirt, baseball cap, and a jockstrap to wear.

I was hesitant at first with the jockstrap, the black material didn't exactly look like it was new. It certainly wasn't something I would usually wear either.

"Don't worry bro, it's what all the guys wear!" Ryan promised.

I thought that I should listen to him considering that this was his domain so I done as I was told.

We started with some squats. Ryan showing me how to do stretch properly and safely use the weights. As I started squatting I felt the huge weights actually become easier and easier each time .

"Your legs are going to be so thick after this!" Ryan called out.

"...and so will that ass" he muttered under his breath.

We moved around the gym using the different machines. Each time they became easier to use really quickly. What I didn't notice was my body changing.

Muscle was quickly building up across my body. Turning me into a meaty gym bunny.

At the same time all those hours spent in the library were slipping away. Which explains why I didn't notice the changes.

It also explains why I didn't notice that all the guys in the gym were all very similar. About half were strong tall beasts with huge muscles. Whereas the rest were smaller, leaner but just as muscly with round bouncing asses.

Our final exercise was a couple of bench presses. I lay on my back with Ryan standing above my head helping me lift.

As he did he lowered his crotch towards my face. Breathing in his sweaty musk I felt everything click in place. My cock harded immediately and I became lost in his trance.

"I see you're changes have finally finished" Ryan said.

Putting the bar into the rack I stopped and looked up at him.

"You weren't living life and I was sick of coming back to the apartment to find you studying and not having fun. So when I found out about this place I had to bring you. Now that you're a muscle bro you can join me and have fun."

I just let the words sink in.

Ryan continued. "The best bit is that now you're just a cock hungry gym bunny. With an ass like that you'll be getting plenty of dick. Most of it mine. You won't even remember being straight."

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That was four months ago. He was right. Now we go to the gym everyday together. Him a towering hulk of a man and me, a lean twunk with an ass that just begs to be fucked.

And it is fucked, all the time. I quickly grew to love the feeling and now I can't get enough. When Ryan isn't free I sometimes get help from the other guys at the gym. They're always happy to stretch me out after a session.

Life is so much easier now, why did I waste all that time in the library?

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I got some dirty motocross boots on my doorstep today with a note from Coach: "Great job on the track, here's a pair of my lucky boots." I I don't know how to feel about a used pair of boots, but Coach is always looking out for me. He knows I go through my gear quickly and these boots are a huge upgrade from my current pair. As the star motocross rider for his racing team, I'm not surprised he wants to show me some love. Some on the team joke he gives me more attention because they think he's crushing on me. That's all jealous bullshit I pay no mind to. Coach knows I don't swing that way.

I walk out to my garage to try on the boots. They're definitely a few sizes too big. Coach is a bigger guy, and I don't see how I could wear these for my next race. I slide into the boots and there's quite a bit of space in them.

"How do you like the new boots?" I look up to see Coach standing in my garage with a smile on his face.

He's never showed up at my place before. I'm more concerned how he found his way here, but feel a little inferior standing in his much bigger boots.

"I just tried them on. Thanks so much man, but they feel a little big on me."

"I expected that, but I have some more stuff for you that might help. Figured I'd drop it off personally." He pulls out a pair of bike pants covered in a layer of dirt. "These may be a bit bigger on you, but try them on. They're my special pair and I've had some great rides in them."

Maybe he's on to something I'm not seeing and this is a learning moment. I slide out of the boots and my jeans to slip on his pants. Just like boots they're hanging off me. I try to slip the boots on the boots again. Maybe the pants will fill in the boots some.

"Uhm, I don't know man. They may get caught up in the bike."

Just after I said it, I start to feel a growing surge of energy coming up through the soles of my feet. It's like static electricity tingling all around them. My feet are beginning to pulse and stretch out to fill in the boots. It feels like someone's massaging them and they're really starting to mold to the boots. My feet must now be a size 13!

The static is moving up my legs and I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. I stifle a moan as they begin to inflate my calves and quads. The pants are closing in and the cloth is now hugging me.

"Of fuckkkk" I'm feeling my ass bubble and fill out the back of the pants. My crotch has lightning running through my dick and I feel it begin to bulge and swell. I'm so fucking horny and look up to see Coach. He's got a smirk on his face and there's something really intriguing about him. I steady myself by leaning on my bike as I'm taking in all of his features. I'm seeing him through a new light and he's actually pretty fucking hot.

What would it feel like if he brushed up against me? Why am I thinking this? Oh fuck there's a jolt of lightning going through my ass. My hole is throbbing with energy and I'm breathing heavy like I'm an animal in heat. I slide the pants down to my ankles and push out my ass. Maybe he'll help a guy out.

He walks up and slides his hands down my boxers to find my hole. I find myself leaning back into his chest and let out a guttural moan as he slides his finger into me. I have pre flowing out of my dick as he begins to rub my prostate from the inside. He's got me hooked, and I'm completely under his control. He leans in and whispers into my ear "Prepare for the best ride of your life."

The Boxers

Sometimes, the perfect life just finds you, bruh.

I used to be a pretty normal guy. Wait, scratch that, I was a total fuckin’ nerd. I spent all my time playin’ video games and readin’ fantasy books and shit. I was getting a degree in computer science, so I spent all my time alone, coding shitty apps and nerding out on Reddit.

I had, like, no sex life, lmao. I was a weedy little Indian geek, bro, you know the type, right? I had negative game. Every weekend, I’d spend all night playing WoW or whatever, then go to bed and fantasise about how many bros I’d get once I was, like, CEO of a multibillion dollar startup.

I guess the universe looked at me one day and said, “Why wait, bro?”

I got back to my dorm one night and these, like, gross boxers were sitting right on my floor. I remember I thought they were totally lame, because they had the Sriracha logo all over them. “Who wears those but nasty frat boys?” I thought to myself. Huhuhu, little did the old me know.

Anyway, these boxers were totally messing up the vibes of my dorm. I used to be such a neat freak, bro. A place for everything, and everything in its place. A smelly, used pair of boxers made my skin crawl. So, obvi, I went to pick them up with two of my slim little fingers and toss them in the trash. I figured it was some kind of gross prank on me.

Once I’d picked ‘em up, I could see exactly how dirty those boxers were. The legs were stiff with layers of musky sweat, the smell wafting off them strong enough to make my eyes water. There were a couple of grease stains on them, like some dude had eaten dinner in just his undies. The crotch was crusty, too. Someone, maybe multiple someones, had cum in these boxers.

I remember wondering why the thought got me hard.

Rather than taking the Sriracha boxers to the trash like I’d planned, I found myself giving them a second sniff, and then a third. Goddamn, they were fuckin’ gross, bro. I thought it was just my disgust making me smell them over and over again. Like I was trying to figure out exactly what had gotten on them.

Before long, I was palming my lil cock through my slacks, holding the boxers close to my face with my other hand. It was, like, a total head rush every time I took another sniff. Like I could feel my brain blanking out as I took more and more of the musky stench into me. Not that I knew that was what was actually happening, huhuhu.

When I stripped off my pants and undies to jerk off better, I suddenly had an awesome idea. I could, like, wear the Sriracha boxers and jerk off in them. My brain was already at least halfway transformed by then, lol. I was definitely no nerd at that point. The idea of wearing another guy’s musky boxers got me so fuckin’ turned on.

I pulled the boxers up my skinny brown legs. They hung on my hip bones, barely able to stay on. I laid down on my bed and felt my rock hard cock through the crusty fabric. It was like I could feel the cum and sweat of everyone who’d ever worn that underwear seeping into my skin as I massaged drops of precum out of my balls.

As I writhed on my sheets, lost in pleasure, my skinny Indian body started to change. It started with my feet, which cracked and stretched as they grew big and thick. They started to sweat, a funky foot musk joining the renewed stench of the Sriracha boxers, which were getting super wet with my precum. It was like the brown leached out of my skin with my musky foot sweat, too, as my big feet got all pale.

The change continued up my bare calves, which got super hairy as the muscles flexed and swelled. My legs lengthened as huge quads and hammies swelled up under my whitening skin. God, said my musk-addled mind, I love leg day. I started to flex and wiggle my bulky thighs, feeling the muscles stimulate my growing prostate.

I let out a high pitched little bitchboy moan as my ass inflated with juicy muscle and fat, but I knew that my voice wouldn’t sound like that for much longer. I’d totally embraced the transformation as my cock and balls filled out the pouch of the boxers. They were no longer, like, loose and shit. My fat ass and big bro cock were stretching the sweaty fabric to its limits, bro!

My chest followed, going from slim to bulky so fast that all the buttons on my nerd shirt hit the ceiling. Sweat instantly started to roll off my furry new pecs, and I ran my soft little hand up and down my thick, firm belly and flexed the solid abs I knew were underneath the fat. More than the boxers and the smell, my body was starting to turn me on, bruh. I was becoming, like, a total frat god.

The curly brown hair that grew in my armpits smelled sooooo good as sweat started to drip off it. I totally buried my little nerd face in my own pits and licked up my sweat as I watched my arms bulk up and get all pale and hairy. It was so hot flexing my bicep and watching it bulk up before my eyes, dude! I felt my hand grow as I tugged my big jock cock in the Sriracha boxers, thickening up and getting some hard-earned weightlifting calluses.

The last thing to change was my head. My moans got deeper, slower, and totally dumb-sounding as my neck thickened. A thick brown beard grew on my cheeks, framing my cheesy dumb smile perfectly. My nose cracked and grew into a big ol’ sniffer, even more sensitive than my old nose so I can really take in my bros’ musk.

My old black buzzcut grew out into a curly brown mane, totally greasy from all the sweat I soak it with when I work out, huhuhu. As my forehead got all pale and my eyes turned blue, I felt my cock go over the edge, and I came right into the Sriracha boxers. Pump after pump of musky frat bro cream, taking my old self with it to impregnate the boxers with even more fratty juice. As the room filled with the smell of my thick load, I totally passed out.

The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a big bed with musky, sweat-stained sheets, a bunch of stale, unwashed gym gear all over the floor. I was still wearing the Sriracha boxers, my cum caked into the stain along with all the other bros’, along with a cap that I turned backwards as I sat up. I pulled on a tank without too many sweat stains on it and went to explore.

Turned out I lived at the Mu Upsilon Sigma frat house now. The whole place smelled like a sweaty armpit, and it was full of musky bros who were more than happy for me to get all up in their smelly pits and cracks.

I wore the Sriracha boxers for a couple days. Honestly, I dunno how long, I usually only change my boxers like once a month, huhuhu. I worked out, jerked off, got drunk, got fucked, and jerked off some more, all while wearing those boxers. Then I left ‘em in some nerd’s dorm as a prank, huhu.

It was so hot to watch the lil Japanese guy get as zonked out on the musky boxers like I had, bro. We hid in his closet and watched while he jerked off and turned into another musky white frat boy like us, then carried him to the MYS house once he passed out.

It’s been a couple weeks since then, and MYS membership has only grown, bruh! Each bro wears the Sriracha boxers for a few days, adds his personal touch to the, like, seasoning, and then we pass ‘em on to another nerd and induct him into frat life! Maybe some night soon, you’ll see these bad boys in your dorm, huhuhu. Life's perfect in the frat, bro!

The Most Wonderful Smell...

Reworked Interactive from CYOC

Peter was just your average high school teen, but that all changed on day when he found a certain spell.

Peter had to walk to school everyday and he always walked past this magic shop. He never thought much of it though because he believed that magic was a load of rubbish. One day on the way home from school he decided that he would go and check out the shop anyway, just to confirm that magic wasn't real.

The door opened and Peter stepped inside that shop. There was only two or three people in the shop apart from the suited up man at the register and it was very quiet. Peter walked up to one of the shelf and started seeing things like: “The Sword of Trapped Souls”, a “Super Strength Crystal” kept in a locked box, and a cape that bestowed one the “Power of Flight” and much more. So far, nothing caught Peter's eye until he got to the spells section.

There was all sorts of weird and wonderful spells but the only one that stood out to Peter was “The Body Stealing Spell”. Sadly this mysterious parchment was also in a transparent locked box, so Peter asked the man at the register to get the spell out and he obliged. Once the cashier handed the spell over to Peter, he looked at the instructions. It said:

“To activate this spell all you need to do is say [ ____ ] and everything around you will freeze. Once this happens, look for the body you wish to take over and push yourself inside that body until you become one with the other person. It won't be easy to gain full control over your new body at first though because the original owner’s soul will put up a fight. But all you need to do is push yourself deeper until all they can do is give up their control to you. Once this is done, the weakened soul will have to surrender their body to you, and will be forced to sit in the subconsciousness, completely powerless, until you leave their body for another one. Once you have full control over the body, you will also be able to access some of the former owner’s memories, but not all. To leave the body for another one, all you have to do is say the activation for the spell again and dislocate yourself from their body, returning yourself back to step one.

EXTREME WARNING, Once you inhibit a body, their personality and preferences MAY spread into and affect your mind.”

After reading the description Peter was even more intrigued than before, but that activation code was missing so he asked the man about it and he said that Peter needed to buy the spell to learn the code. Peter asked how much the spell was and he was surprised when the cashier said that it was an older outdated spell and therefore only costed $6. So Peter bought it with some of the pocket money he had with him. He was so excited to try out the spell, and the next day on the way to school he immediately found his target.

Running past him on his way to school Peter saw his fellow senior student Jacob rushing past him in a hurry and sprinting down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. As always he left a stench of cold sweat and teenage musk behind him in his wake. Though they never really talked much Peter still made it a point to say hello once in a while. Peter had known Jacob since they were freshmen, and even back then he was always sweating and smelly. As years passed Peter had noticed Jacob’s scent just kept getting stronger and more funky. It had gotten to the point where Jacob was known as the smelliest teen in school, maybe even the whole district. The others at school, particularly the teachers would complain at him relentlessly because of his body odour. And the girls would find him revolting. But behind all that Peter still found Jacob cute and attractive. Maybe even hot.

Peter grinned a little as he pulled out the instructions to the spell from his pocket and thought Jacob would be a perfect test subject. Peter then recited the code for the spell: “Goddess of Souls, please allow me to assume a spiritual form so that I may possess another body to my liking."

As he said this, time around him suddenly froze. He looked around and saw birds that were flying overhead had frozen in the air. Sprinklers that were watering the lawn across the street stopped, with water frozen in place over the lawn. “Wow it actually worked.” Peter said in surprise, still amazed and astonished that what he was experiencing was real. He then looked across the street at Jacob who was frozen in place. He grinned and began walking towards him. As he was crossing the street towards his sweaty classmate, Peter had noticed that his own body began to fade to the point where he was see-through. By the time he got across the street he was nothing more than a ghost. Peter walked over to Jacob and looked over the drenched student’s body.

The first thing he noticed as he got close to Jacob was his clothes. His clothes were loose and airy, yet somehow he was still sweating so profusely. Peter than looked towards Jacob’s firm ass which was about the size of two small beach balls and saw how tight the sweatpants looked. As if they could rip at any moment just by sitting. Peter then turned his attention towards Jacob’s tank top. It was a plain gray tank top however as it was rather loose, one could practically see down into Jacob’s chest. His chest was unusually hairy for a teen his age. Not to mention his scent was literally oozing out of there. Peter then shifted his view towards Jacob’s face. He was real pretty, with clear blue eyes and light blonde stubble. It was a wonder why Jacob wasn’t more popular at school.

“You’ll make a fine guinea pig.” Peter said as he smiled deviously. He then moved his spectral body inside Jacob’s. As he fully entered Jacob, the smelly and scruffy student was no longer affected by the time freeze. However, everything around him remained frozen.

“What the?” The suddenly awakened Jacob said confused, as he looked around and saw everything was frozen in place .

“Pretty cool right?” Peter said from inside Jacob’s head.

“Huh who’s there?” Jacob said frightened wondering where the voice was coming from.

“Don’t worry about it you won’t remember once I take control of your body.” Peter said evilly.

“What?!” Jacob said terrified. He then put his hands on his head trying to fight back against the pain as Peter tried to take over...

It didn’t take long for Peter to break Jacob’s will. In fact Jacob only lasted a few seconds before he was pushed deep into his own subconsciousness, unable to control his writhing body. Peter was now in full control. He then opened his eyes and saw that time had resumed as if nothing happened.

“Well that was simpler than I thought.” Peter said to himself with a grin. He then looked down and saw Jacob’s muscular body. He lifted his new hands and gave his new arms a soft squeeze. When he did this his crotch jerked slightly which actually felt pretty good. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out Jacob’s phone and looked at his reflection in the screen. The face staring back at him was Jacob’s.

“Wow I really am Jacob... this is amazing!” Peter said excitedly, while enjoying hearing Jacob’s raspy voice come through his throat.

He put Jacob’s phone back in his pocket and began taking his first steps in Jacob’s body. It was a bit difficult at first considering how much power and spring Jacob had in his steps. Not to mention the fact that his new clothes were itching against his scruffy chest as he tried to walk, which didn’t help much either. However with a bit of effort Peter started jogging like he had been doing this his whole life and began making his way towards the bus stop.

After a few minutes the bus stop was in sight and Peter was reeking and sweating. He was amazed by how much smell Jacob’s body was able to produce from such a short jog. Once Peter had reached the bus stop he sat down on the curb. When he sat down he suddenly noticed how incredibly powerful of a scent his body was giving off. He was pretty sure that everyone standing around the bus stop could smell him at this point, as they each gave him weird looks and turned away. Feeling embarrassed for his new body and smell, Peter took out his backpack to search for some towels or papers to wipe himself with. This feeling of shame was like nothing he had ever felt before, yet somehow he found himself with an unusual hard erection.

After a few moments of digging through books and papers, Peter opened the front of the backpack and was surprised to find a smaller gym bag inside. Opening it, he was hit with a wave of putrid stench and locker musk. The bag was filled with funky used shirts, wet shorts, and stained jock straps. One of them even having the name of the school quarterback on it. Peter found his mouth opening in shock, while drooling just looking at them.

“Oh fuck. Jacob’s a real perv! No wonder his odour’s so strong... he’s been rubbing himself in others’ stinky clothes for ages!” Peter said as he picked up a damp football shirt. To his own surprise, he found himself drawn to push the fabric towards his face and give it a sniff. The moment he took the first inhale, an explosion of sensations and euphoria filled his body. Nothing like the nasty putrid stinging smell that he was used to smelling from old clothes. It was as if these rank scents were gifts from God himself. As he kept stuffing his face with the fabric he started to become entranced. The more he sniffed the more he wanted and the more he was losing control.

As he took another long deep inhale and even started licking the wet shirt, unaltered memories of Jacob’s life before the spell started to flash through his head. Jacob’s memories consisted of a boy growing up becoming more and more aware of the scents and smells around him. Becoming a young man obsessed with scents and developing a love for manly musk and boyish funk. Including memories of guys he had a crush on... and Peter even being one of them.

Once the flashing memories dissipated and Peter was no longer entranced by his smelling frenzy, he was confused on what just happened. Looking down he saw the musty football shirt from earlier, now with another big wet strain on it from all the licking he had done. It was then that he realized that the spell had given him access to Jacob’s memories. Now after seeing Jacob’s memories it all made sense. Jacob had hyperosmia, a heightened sense of smell, and loved the way his own body smelled. That’s why he never tried to hide his own natural stench with deodorants or body sprays, and only took showers once every week! However the one thing that shocked Peter the most was that Jacob turned out to be gay and even had a crush on him!

Peter didn’t know what to think as it was a lot to take in. The thought of taking out another piece of clothing and smelling it, and wanting to smell himself still lingered in his mind. He tried to stop thinking about it but he just couldn’t. He wanted to smell just like Jacob or maybe even stronger. Then the thought of him and Jacob being together filled his mind. Peter now felt infatuated with him. With all these thoughts in Peter’s head, he began to feel aroused and Jacob’s dick inside his loose sweatpants suddenly became erect. Peter really wanted to stroke it however the sound of the bus in the distance made him sad that he couldn’t.

Peter just sat there trying to resist the urge until finally deciding, “Fuck it!”

Peter had thought long and hard, and decided to skip school. If he was going to enjoy this body he would do what he wanted. Shoving back in all the clothes from his sniffing frenzy he grabbed Jacob’s backpack and hid in a set of large bushes behind the bus stop. Making sure everyone boarded the bus and the coast was clear, Peter started to pay attention to Jacob’s dick which was now painfully erect. Peter reached into his sweatpants he was wearing trying to find Jacob’s dick. This too gave him a shock due to the fact that Jacob’s manhood was much longer and thicker than Peter’s own one ever did. There was so much hair around the base of it as well. Puberty sure did Jacob’s body good. The sensation was so much different from his original one but Peter found himself really enjoying it and began stroking it even faster. As he did Peter raised his other free arm, turned his head to the side, and started inhaling Jacob’s musky armpit scent, thinking about himself smelling this ripe in his original body... maybe even more so. These thoughts only increased his arousal and made him harder.

More buses came and went, as Peter spent several minutes jacking off and relishing in Jacob’s body odour. Peter finally felt himself reaching his climax, and in the spur of the moment the thought of wanting to be like this forever invaded his mind, as he climaxed all over the bushes and his own face. Peter then collapsed on the ground panting heavily. “Wow... that was the best climax I ever had.” Peter said, by now really enjoying hearing Jacob’s voice as his own. He gave Jacob’s cum-stained hand a lick before inhaling the funky musk from his crotch.

“I wish I could be like this forever...” Peter said smiling blissfully.

Just then Peter remembered about the magic shop and that maybe the lady could help him find a spell to do just that. Peter then cleaned himself up, but leaving a thin invisible coat of his jizz on his scruffy chest, as he made his way out of the bushes and towards the magic shop.

After a half hour or so Peter found the magic shop again and made his way inside...

Peter was still inhaling his own armpits heavily as he strolled into the magic shop and made his way towards the spells section. He browsed for a bit but couldn’t find anything that would give him exactly what he wanted. Sighing in disappointment he made his way to the front of the store to ask the store manager for some assistance.

“Excuse me?” Peter said, as he leaned over the counter, sure that the cashier could smell his incredible scent.

The quite handsome man turned around and smiled when he saw Peter. “Well, well, well... I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon, and I see you used to spell.” The man said with a wide smile on his face.

“Yeah I have and... wait you still recognize me?” Peter said with a bit of confusion in his new voice.

“Of course I recognize you,” The man replied, as he leaned in closer and inhaled deeply. “You’re that kid yesterday that was so ordinary... but look at you now!”

“But I don’t look anything like my former self. How could you tell?” Peter asked, now with a visibly confused look on his face.

“Well the spell only hides your spirit in another body, but there’s still spiritual traces left behind. So it doesn’t work on masters of magic which I happen to be.” The store clerk stated.

Peter nodded in partial understanding but was still a little confused. “If that’s the case does that mean someone could technically find out I’m not actually Jacob?”

“Ah yes. People with strong enough magic and those that are really looking could,” The clerk replied with an unamused grin.

“Oh ok I understand.” Said Peter, slightly disheartened.

“Anyway, now that we got that out of the way is there something I can help you with?” The store clerk literally flipped a switch and went back to smiling.

“Well yeah... it’s probably gonna sound weird but... I have really grown to love having this smelly body, and I was wondering if you had some sort of spell that could make it permanently mine?” Peter asked, while blushing and giving Jacob’s scruffy cheek a few strokes.

“I see...” The man responded.

“I just... can’t imagine going back to being myself after experiencing what’s it’s like being Jacob. I wanna see, touch, and smell this way... forever. Can you help me?” Peter asked again, a pleading look on his borrowed handsome face.

“Well yeah... I do have this one special artifact, but it’s really powerful and a one-way trip. I wouldn’t give it away lightly...” The clerk responded. “So are you positively sure this is something you want?” The man asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

“I’m 100% positive.” Peter said with a smile, as he admired Jacob’s face in the reflective surface of the desk.

The man nodded and walked into the back, only to return a few moments later with a beautiful and shiny holographic opal. “Here it is. Be very careful with it.” The clerk carefully handed the gem to Peter.

“What is it?” Peter asked.

“It’s a powerful wish-granting gem that can only be used once.” The man replied. “All you need to do is imagine your wish and speak it out with absolute conviction, before throwing it on the ground and cracking it. It even has the power to change reality itself.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Peter said surprised, as he stared down at the colorful opal vibrating with power.

“For being such a good customer I’ll give it to you for free, just promise me not to break reality okay?” The handsome clerk gave Peter a wink before turning his attention towards another customer that had just come in.

Excited, Peter walked out of the store as fast as he could and made his way to the sidewalk eager to use the artifact. Once there he pulled out the opal and focused hard.

“I give up my former body and life to start a new one in a reality where I am and always will be Jacob. His clothes, his house, his knowledge, will all be mine. His face, his body, his scent, all mine to see, touch, and smell. His past, his present, and his future, finally all belonging to me. There will be no going back and I will be trapped in that new reality forever. In fact, I won’t even remember anything about the magic shop or ever step my foot inside there again. I will be smelly, sweaty, handsome Jacob for the rest of my life!”

Peter swore he could hear the real Jacob scream deep in his mind, but he didn’t care. He brought the beautiful opal high up in the air before flinging it hard against the ground. As the gem cracked open, the sound of thunder filled the air and the world became enveloped in light...

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“Shit, I’m sorry man! I didn’t see you there!” The other teen said apologetically, after having ran straight into Jacob’s back. He was shuffling around and trying to pick up the items he had dropped on the sidewalk.

“No worries! Hope you didn’t hu-” Jacob turned around to help the poor guy pick up his paper when he stopped short after seeing a very familiar face. It was the face and body that he had once called his own, in a reality where he had once been called Peter.

Being visibly shocked to see his former self, Jacob just stood there frozen until the other boy had picked his stuff up and quickly scurried away. But before he did though, he turned to Jacob and gave him a look of disgust. “Dude, you really need to use some deodorant.”

Jacob stood there awe-stricken. He still wasn’t sure how it had happened. One morning he had just woken up and found himself in this body and in this life. And somehow he knew everything about Jacob’s life, from his happy childhood, his deepest fears, even his wildest secrets. Weirdest part though was that nothing felt unnatural. It was as if he had always been Jacob, just now with another set of memories from his former self Peter. But even that line was starting to blur, as he felt more and more like an amalgamation of those two identities. And no matter how much he tried to recall what had happened before that or what could have made him wake up in Jacob’s body, he could only draw blanks. Even when he walked past a mythical-looking shop that could hold all the answers he needed, he simply found himself refusing to go anywhere near it.

It’s not like he was in a hurry though. Every second he spent inside that new body of his he grew to enjoy it more and more. There was so many advantages to being Jacob, from the scruffiness of his body, to the gorgeous blue eyes and smooth face, even down to the girthy member hidden underneath.

But most of all, it was the powerful intoxicating smell that steamed out of his skin as he exerted himself. The new Jacob found himself absolutely loving his own smell, so much so that he spent at least twenty minutes every morning rubbing himself all over with an old used shirt before pushing it into his own face and inhaling deeply. It always ended with him blowing his load all over himself and laying there on the musty bed in a blissful daze. Every single morning he had done so, and he had loved it profusely.

At that point he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to go back to being his former ordinary self. Sure, some people looked at him in disgust, and it was bizarre seeing his old self running around like nothing had ever happened. But at the same time, he had never felt more at home being Jacob. At least, he certainly wouldn’t mind being stuck and having to be Jacob forever.

Maybe one day he would return back to his own reality, but until then he would live graciously as the only Jacob, constantly rubbing, smelling, and orgasming to his own scent day in and day out...

The End

Source: "The Spell" Interactive Storyline on CYOC

Will you be my Valentine?

I know it’s not Valentine’s day but I got a burst of inspiration so here’s a story, if tumblr takes this down (fingers crossed it doesn’t) i’ll post a blogspot link later. cheers :)

“Melanie, I think we need to break up.”

Quiet heads turned to observe the couple, a few whispers shared, before they went back to minding their business. The young woman sat there, shell-shocked, not really what she was expecting to hear from her boyfriend on their 5-year anniversary. “I-I’m sorry what?”

Her boyfriend looked at her apologetically, his eyes beginning to water as his voice started to break. “It’s just…fuck how do I say this. Melanie, I’m gay.”

Melanie sat solemnly and silently, staring blankly as she watched her boyfriend struggle. She could feel each thump of her own heart and the blood in her veins freezing over with ice.

“You’re…” Melanie shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, as her body had a physical reaction to even imagining the possibility, “…gay?”

There was a long pause of silence between the couple, neither able to look each other in the eye without bursting into tears of guilt or anger.

“Yes.”

Melanie glanced at her boyfriend with hurt seeping through her misty eyes, in that moment, she could remember everything. She remembered meeting him the first day she moved to their city in elementary school. As they grew up right next to each other, he turned out as the rich, popular playboy jock and her the sweet girl-next-door. Finally, after years of waiting and her being secretly in love with him, he asked her out junior year of High School. She remembered all of their dates, night’s of sneaking out, and even prom; she could still smell his cologne on the wind from when they held each other tight and swayed to the music. They were the high school sweethearts, and now, she knew all of it was a lie.

“Are you mad at me?” Her boyfriend had tears rolling down his face at this point, his heart thumping with guilt, anxiety, and so much relief as the secret he had held for so long had finally been released.

Melanie felt more than anger, she felt used, cheated, lied to, manipulated, all while her boyfriend feigned his heterosexuality. But she knew, even through all that, she had never loved anyone more than she loved him. For years, she believed they were soulmates and that destiny had allowed her to meet him so early. They were neighbors, they liked the same things, they even got into the same college! Yet now, she felt betrayed by not only her lover but the entire universe itself. “Was any of it…real?”

“Fuck Mel! Of course it was real! You mean everything to me, every single ‘I love you’ and every moment we shared, it was all real. I do love you Melanie…” Her eyes sparkled at the words, part of her brain praying that this was all some cruel joke or fever dream. “…but I know that I would be so much happier loving another man.”

Her heart sunk into her chest once again, the hope taken as soon as it was given. She glanced around the restaurant, tears welled in her eyes as she tried to distract her mind with the expensive scenery. Silver chandeliers brimmed with jewels dangled from the ceiling, gold framed paintings filled the walls, and even the ambiance felt like it costed an arm and a leg. Bradley had booked the most expensive restaurant he knew, it was their 5-year anniversary after all, why not go all out? If anything, Melanie had expected Bradley to have pulled out a ring tonight. Alas, it was already 12 am and the clock almost seemed to tick quicker as seconds until she had to surface back to reality counted down.

Bradley, a little hesitant to open his mouth again, took in a deep breath and tried to explain himself, “I understand that you probably hate me now and I know that I should never have let this go on for so long, but I was too scared to ever hurt you. I tried so hard to stay in love with you, I even fucking watched lesbian porn just to try and force myself to be straight but every single time my eyes couldn’t help but think about two guys instead. I just couldn’t keep up this fucking act, I’ve been hiding behind you for so long and to be completely honest, I fell in love with someone. I think I finally want to be free.”

Melanie’s eyes widened in fury at that last part. “Free Brad? Really? Free? Is that what we were to you? A prison? Something so suffocating that you needed to escape from it? I will always love and support you, no matter what, but don’t act like I am the reason we couldn’t work out. While I was busy preparing us for the rest of our lives together, you were jerking your dick to some other guy? Goodbye Bradley, I never want see you again.”

With that closing statement, Melanie stood up from her chair, grabbed her purse, and strode out of the restaurant without a glance back at the person she had loved for 5 years. Bradley sat there, lost in his thoughts and his heart full of guilt, not a sound left his lips. He kept his eyes to the ground, without looking up to see the person he had loved for 5 years leaving his life.

—

“BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BA-”

The 21 year old woman groaned as stretched her arm across her bed and grabbed her phone, pressing snooze on her newly-set, 11:30 A.M. alarm and giving herself a few more moments of rest. After a minute or two, she slowly opened her eyes and adjusted to the light in her room. She could taste the warmth of the morning sun streaming through her curtains, filling her with just enough energy to sit up in her bed.

“Woo, okay Melanie, you got this! Just pull yourself together,” she spoke aloud, mentally preparing herself for the rest of the day. Checking her phone again, she turned off her alarm and swiped through her notifications. “February 14th, just great…” Today was going to be an especially rough day for her, but she had a plan for herself. Melanie took in a deep breath, enjoying the taste of the fresh morning atmosphere and exhaled her bad energy out. Valentine’s Day was going to be a day for her and only her.

It had been exactly 3 weeks since the ex-High school sweetheart’s anniversary and Melanie felt lonelier than ever. Though she kept a front to her friends, saying that he was ‘wasted 5 years of her life’ and that ‘he’s a good-for-nothing cheater,’ deep down she knew she missed him more than she could ever tell.

Without Bradley, her life had been a complete mess the last few weeks. She had been so used to his huge body’s warmth in their queen sized bed, now it felt so cold and empty. She no longer awoke to the sound of Brad blending his protein shake in the morning, causing her to wake up late to class. Her entire world felt unbalanced, as if it were off it’s axis, and she was nauseous from the vertigo.

Melanie knew that she had the right to furious at him and that everything she said was true but no matter what she did, she could not stop thinking about him. Having him for long, she was almost unable to live without him, and as the unbearable longing she had felt grew larger and larger, the more she felt like she needed to make amends with her jock of an ex.

Alas, today was not going to be that day. Making up with your ex-boyfriend on Valentine’s Day? Not the greatest decision, especially if he’s moved on to someone else, more specifically, another man.

Melanie knew that today needed to be a day to focus on herself, which meant cleaning up her mess of a life. Namely her depression room, which had accumulated it’s ‘depression’ over the past few weeks. Tear-dried tissues scattered her floor along with unwashed clothes and a lingering scent of sadness. Her closet was in such a state of disarray that Melanie dreaded the idea of even touching it but she knew she had to.

With a sigh, Melanie began with her closet, hanging up clothes, tossing them in her hamper, and organizing her accessories. As she searched through her closet, she came across a very special antique necklace, one that she was not only very surprised but very unhappy to find. “Shit. It just had to be today huh?”

Melanie had found the necklace Bradley had given her on their 1st-year anniversary. He told her it was an antique family heirloom, and that it was meant to be given to the woman of the next generation. He had said that his great-great-great-grandmother had first been gifted the amulet by her husband and she passed it down to her daughter, and then through each generation, it had wound up all the way to Bradley’s mother, and then finally to Melanie. He had explained to her that the silver chain was symbolic of the unbreaking bond between the woman and her love and the black pearl represented his family and the magic; strength, riches, and mystery. Although this could have had all been a lie spun by him, which Melanie realized now that it wasn’t out of the question, his family was loaded-rich and seemed like the “wealthy heirloom passing lineage” type to do carry on a tradition of the sort.

Melanie sighed, she had lost the pendant a year ago and sobbed uncontrollably when she apologized to Bradley. She remembered how he smiled and comforted her instead of getting, understandably, angry and yelling at her. Instead Bradley took her to his couch and hugged her, caressing Melanie on the back as she cried into his shirt, whispering that it was okay. Melanie caressed her arm, reminiscing on the memory of him and her being so close together.

Melanie got up and walked over to her mirror, looking into it as she held the necklace in front of her. She studied it intently, tracing her finger along its silver chain and the black pearl center piece. She sighed, it was breathtaking. With a shrug, Melanie let her intrusive thoughts take over as she unclipped it and placed it around her neck. As she locked the clasp around her neck, Melanie let out a soft gasp as she viewed herself, the pendant was stunning and it felt so perfect for her form. It didn’t feel cold like her normal jewelry did, it felt almost alive, as if it were radiating this warm energy and filling her with an exuberant confidence.

As much as Melanie knew that she could keep it for herself or even make thousands off of the necklace, if it turned out to be real of course, having a reason to reach out to Bradley and make amends was all she truly desired inside.

With a deep sigh, she grabbed her phone and opened it up to her messages. After a bit of scrolling, she found Bradley’s contact. She laughed to herself, remembering how she so angrily changed his name from “Soulmate” to “Cheating Bastard” the night they broke up. Taking in a deep breath, her heart fluttered and her fingers were shaky. She convinced herself it wasn’t weird to text your ex on Valentine’s Day at all when there’s a reason such as returning a precious, and expensive, family heirloom back to it’s rightful owners. It was the moral thing to do.

Though nervous, she began to type out a simple and quick message, just short to the point:

Hey Bradley, I know this seems like a really weird text to get all of a sudden but funny story, so I found your family heirloom necklace while I was cleaning my closet and I wanted to return it since you told me how important it is. Haha weirdly enough I cleaned my closet today to get my mind off of you because I’ve been kind of missing you lately and-

“Yeah no,” Melanie scoffed, completely erasing the paragraph she had already typed out. Melanie put her phone down and tried formulating her thoughts. After a little bit, Melanie began typing again but the second message was soon to be erased. Then the cycle repeated itself for a third instance, then a fourth, and finally a fifth, each time diminishing her willpower to even text him.

“God why can’t this just be easy for me!” Melanie yelled aloud in frustration, tossing her phone to the side. However as she spoke those words, she felt a wave of energy release from her neck, but more specifically, from the pendant. She looked down in curiosity and slight shock, “What the hell?”

Almost simultaneously, her phone chimed and the warmth emanating off the necklace stopped. A little in shock, she dismissed the occurrence as an effect of her not having any breakfast yet. Melanie shook her head, steadied herself, and checked her phone. What she read on her screen was far more surprising than whatever the hell happened with the necklace. It was a text from Bradley:

Yo Mel I know this is a kinda weird text for u to get from me today but I think we needa talk. It’s been hella weird not being around you & I miss you (not romantically ofc) but I still don’t want you to disappear from my life. It’s Brad incase you deleted my number lmao

Melanie’s heart was beating like crazy, what the hell is that timing? She brushed the necklace with her fingertips, a bit freaked out at the sheer coincidence of her situation. She gulped and, a bit too quickly, she replied:

Haha funny story, I found your family’s necklace in my closet while I was cleaning just now and was about to text you so I could return it. How’s my place @ 1:30?

Her heart palpitated as she saw his grey chat box with the three dots pop up almost instantly. Brad texted back:

Alr c u then

Mel’s heart skipped a beat, she tossed her phone away, a little unable to come to terms with what she had just done. “RRRGGGGGHHH WHY DID YOU INVITE HIM HERE?!” She groaned frustratingly at herself, drained by her whole situation.

After calming herself down, she checked her phone again and realized it was already 12:30. She had exactly an hour to become presentable for her ex-boyfriend and currently, she looked like she hadn’t showered in weeks. Taking one last look in mirror, she sighed “What’s wrong with you Mel? Why do you still feel this way for that cheating asshole?” She sighed, a moment of silence created as only one, single thought raced throughout her mind. Pensive and a bit distraught, her hand instinctively reached to touch the black pearl amulet as she envisioned all of her most cherished memories with Brad. With an exasperated desire on her lips, she confessed aloud, “I wish that he was in love with me.”

Mel felt a bit at ease now that she was finally able to be honest about her feelings. Along with that relief, also came the same familiar warmth from before, however this time it felt much stronger and it was far more obvious about its source, the black pearl. The foreign energy quickly flowed into her entire body. Like a crescendo, the heat emanating from the necklace became more powerful by the second, until finally it felt like it was burning her neck. She gasped, quickly grabbing the necklace only for it to sear her palm. “Shit!” she cursed, attempting to unclasp the necklace proved to be futile as even touching in the slightest burned her fingertips. She tried pulling it off but the silver chain felt almost indestructible. She yanked and tugged to no avail, the family story of the unbreakable chain proving to be true after all. Mel could feel the energy had finally filled her form, even some overflowing into the room around her.

Melanie tried to steady her breathing as her mind raced with thoughts. Her head pounded and sweat dripped from her face as the world began to spin around her. She leaned against her apartment’s wall, her mind woozy and her stomach completely nauseous. Her skin was tingly to the touch and with each passing second her body felt more and more malleable. As the fervor continued to consume her, she ripped out of her clothes with caveman like grunts and stumbled to her bathroom.

“What *pant* the hell *pant* is happening *pant* to me?”

She burst through the bathroom door, her vertigo becoming even worse as the world continued to spin around her. She took a quick look into her bathroom mirror but she couldn’t see anything. Her ocean blue eyes were bloodshot but through the red blur, she could almost see a different body in her reflection. The form seemed thicker and far taller than she remembered herself being. Mel shook her head and took another second to breath, hunching over and placing her hands on her knees. Her hairless legs felt longer and her head felt a lot higher. Blaming it on the nausea, she kicked down the shower door, turned it on, and stood under the freezing cold water. She could feel the energy and vertigo from the necklace fading as the water washed it away. She let out a slight moan, a wave of relief washing over her body. Melanie had completely forgotten about the heirloom pendant clasped around her neck, still working it’s wishing magic. The black pearl began to glow as her more supernatural changes started to flow in.

Running her hands through her own hair, she could feel it begin to fall out as her shoulder length locks shortened to a boyish cut, fluffy on top and her sides cut down. Melanie felt her skin, it was sensitive with tingles rushing down her body with every touch. “God this feels so good,” she moaned as she began caressing her body, running her hands across her frame. It felt electrifying, the thermal shock between the heat and the icy stream flooded her brain as she grew increasingly more horny. She could feel a surge in masculinity, testosterone flooding her veins, involuntarily causing her to flex her thin arms. A side effect of the testosterone rush, as she flexed, body hair began to sprout ferociously across her body; in her pubic area, over her asscheeks, and even in her damp armpits. Miraculously, as she flexed her biceps, they began to expand and balloon with size, veins popping out one by one to further create her perfectly sculpted ‘ceps she had worked so hard for at the gym. She grinned, admiring her own biceps before looking down at the rest of her body. “My boobs are so fuckin’ huge bro!” Massaging her chest, she fondled her above average size tits until they began to deflate and harden. Mel bit her lip, suppressing her moans as she pinched her nipples, causing them to shrink into more sensitive male-seeming ones. As she snaked her right hand all the way down to her pussy, each row of abs she had worked for began to pop out of her torso, one by one, until her washboard 6 pack were revealed through her slowly-tanning skin. Reaching her pussy, she began to play around with her clit, causing it to start to enlarging as she unknowingly molded herself a new sex organ. Mel grasped the growing nub, tugging it further and further unconscious to the changed occurring to her own body. Rub after rub, she pulled her new cock until it grew to about 7.5 inches of length and squeezed it like an almost empty toothpaste bottle until it reached about 5 inches of girth. “God, look at this monster!” The water running down her lower body began to erode her smooth lady legs with runner’s calves and meaty thighs. Her feet enlarged into giant scuba diving flippers, growing from a size 8 in women’s to an absurd size 13 in men’s. Completely enveloped in her own heat she groped her own ass, cupping it and forming it into her ideal bubble butt, perfect for her boyfriend to eat out.

“Fuck, Brad!” she moaned as she thought of her boyfriend. All she could imagine was his thick cock coursing into her ass, violating her and making her his own. She looked up and rolled her eyes in pure ecstasy as she jerked her newly formed cock to the thought of Brad turning her into his slut. As she finally blew her full load, shooting it all against the shower’s wall, the final memories of Melanie left her mind as reality warped, the changes set to stone, and her wish came true.

Catching his breath, Maverick opened his shower door exited his steamy session. Wrapping a towel around his waist he massaged his now limp dick over the cloth. He wiped down the water vapor covered mirror and looked at himself in the reflection. “God, I’m so fucking hot bro,” he cooed cockily as he flexed his arms. Maverick could smell the manliness wafting from his rank, unwashed pits, “Whew, looks like I missed a spot, oh well.”

He touched the necklace Bradley had given him a few days ago for his birthday, it was apparently a family heirloom that had some sort of special magic imbued to it. Apparently it made the wearer’s dreams come true and Bradley joked that it was the reason his family was still rich and powerful, but of course, who believes in that bullshit.

*Knock Knock Knock*

Maverick quickly left the bathroom, still only in a towel, and walked to his front door. Through the peephole he could see Bradley, standing behind the door with his hands behind his back. With a loving smile, he opened the door for his boyfriend.

As he stepped through the apartment door, ‘Ricky peered through it to check if anyone saw Brad come inside, then closed it. Bradley whistled, “Damn baby, you look so fucking sexy. I think you should wear this more often.” Brad wrapped one hand around Maverick’s waist and pulled him closer, going in for a quick kiss. Maverick reciprocated, he could hear Brad’s heart beating a thousand miles per hour though his composure seemed to be cool.

Maverick pulled away after the smooch and whispered lustfully, “A little excited huh?”

The playboy smiled, pulling his lover in even closer so continue their kiss. Their tongues crashed with each other like waves against the sand, tasting each other with such passion as if it was their last moment together. Maverick and Bradley moaned, sharing a few ‘mhms’ and ‘nnghs’ here and there as they continued to kiss while walking towards the bedroom. Pulling away, Bradley lowered his lips and began to plant kisses along ‘Ricky’s neck before pausing at his collarbone. “Nice necklace,” Brad mentioned playfully while he traced his fingers across it’s silver chain, “I wonder who gave it to you.”

Maverick was more turned on than ever before as he rubbed his dick-print through the towel. His boner begged for release as they entered the bedroom and finally took a breather. Maverick flopped onto his bed and grinned excitedly at his boyfriend before noticing that Bradley still had something behind his back. “What are you holding babe?”

Bradley laughed as he strode over to his secret lover, “I just wanted to thank you, seriously, for being there for me through my break up, coming out to my closest friends, and like fucking everything else. I still remember when I met you all the way back in freshman year when I walked into our dorm and there you were on the other bed, lifting a weight because you said you were bored. I laughed because I knew, in that moment, you and I would become best bro’s. Through each football season and every night in the working out in the gym together, I secretly fell in love with you more and more every single day. It was so fucking hard thinking that if I confessed to you, I would lose you and my entire life could be ruined, but when I finally got the courage, you wouldn’t believe the surprise on my face when you said that you were in love with me too. Ever since then, my life has felt nothing but right. I know that we only started dating and hooking up a few months ago, but now that Melanie and I are over, I think I want everyone to know how much I love you. So ‘Ricky, do you want to be my Valentine?” Bradley pulled out a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

‘Ricky’s heart fluttered. Even through all of his hook-ups, short-lived-relationships, and one night stands, both male and female, there was no one he loved more than Bradley. In fact, it felt like they had known each other since they were kids. He took one last look at himself in his bedroom mirror, the same one he was standing at in a completely different body just an hour ago. Maverick smiled, looked back at his soulmate and sealed the spell.

“I love you too.”

Chase was nervous going into his first year of college. Especially since he didn’t know who his roommate would be. When he met Alex for the first time he was annoyed by the stereotypical jock bro he was but tried to make the best of it. The two got along surprisingly well though and the first few weeks of school were good. Until one weekend when Chase complained to Alex that he had nothing to do because his date had cancelled on him. “We’ll you can always go to the party with me bro. I’ve been trying to get you there for weeks bruh. C’mon you love it!” Chase was unsure about going, he was shy and not really a party person. He also didn’t want to be around a lot of frat bros, which were most of Alex’s friends. But he reluctantly decided to give it a shot. Alex was excited but the next day before they left he told Chase that he needed to “fix something’s” before he could go to this party. Chase wasn’t sure what that meant but then Alex handed him a strange bottle and told him to drink it. Chase asked what is was but Alex said “don’t worry about it bruh. It’s just a little pre gaming.” So figuring it was alcohol Chase drank it. The stuff smelled nasty and burned all the way down his throat making him cough. “What was that shit bro?” He stopped as he noticed his voice sounded off, deeper and bro like. He was even talking like one now! He groaned as his body began to shake and his skinny body expanded with muscle. Big thick pecs pushing his shirt off them as his biceps did the same. His back widening and going down to a tight v taper. His abs were growing in a getting nice and defined as his legs thickened along with his ass. He let out and even deeper more sensual moan as he felt his dick grow longer and thicker in his pants. His balks swelled and dropped lower too. Full of new jock testosterone. He finished his transformation with his face becoming sharper and a stubbles beard filling in his jaw line as his hair hit a touch longer and slightly curly. “Hey you ready to go party bro?” Alex asked him. “Fuck yeah brah! I was born ready! Everyone is gonna dig this hot bod tonight bro. I’m so fucking horny!” Alex laughed as his former nerdy roommate was becoming a jock bro like him. “Oh yeah bro they definitely will love it. And you know that I do. Here I’ll help you out quick before we go.” With that Alex tan his hands down Chase’s firm muscles and gave him the best hand job he’d ever had. Bros take care of each other after all and these two would definitely have more “fun” together before the Semester was done.

One of the Boys

A bead of sweat appeared on Brian Watson’s forehead as he stood outside his high school’s athletic center. His oversized black sweatshirt and skinny jeans insulated his slender figure beneath the hot afternoon sun while groups of other students in various high school sports teams walked past. Brian detested the athletic center and wished it wasn’t the closest building to the adjacent street. He checked his phone and huffed. His mom was supposed to pick him up a half-hour ago. What was taking so long?

Leaning against a wooden ledge, Brian stared off into the expansive and empty high school parking lot. None of his other friends were still at school. Like him, they also dyed their hair black and shared the same gothic fashion that he did, which amounted to them dressing only in all black clothing. Brian even had a black leather satchel in place of a backpack. It was their way of retaliating against their preppy high school. All the other students at Woodside High ignored them anyway. They were too busy talking about things Brian could care less about, like sports games and parties and grade point averages. They were all so fake.

Brian noticed a muscular young man carrying a gym bag walking across the empty parking lot towards him. It was Michael Palmer, a high school senior and one of the school’s linebackers whose tall height and broad stature was nothing less than intimidating. His khaki shorts and lavender polo shirt left little to the imagination. The two had the same science class, although they sat on opposite ends of the room, and Michael was surrounded by his own gaggle of bros that Brian resented. Michael looked up and the two accidentally made eye contact and Brian quickly went on his phone.

“Brian!” Michael said as he was now a few feet away, his low voice sent a chill down Brian’s spine. Maybe he was talking about another Brian. As the group of jocks walked past, he continued staring at his phone. That was until Michael suddenly placed his huge arm around Brian’s shoulder, effortlessly pulling him in closer. “What’s up dude?” he said.

Brian nervously returned eye contact to see the jock with a huge grin across his face. Michael had to be at least a foot taller than him and he was so close that Brian could smell his cheap cologne which smelled like a diluted ocean spray. His gelled black hair and faint stubble framed his face perfectly, giving him quite the masculine visage offset by the prettiness of his white teeth. Brian remained paralyzed with fear and confusion. Mostly confusion.

“Oh…um…hi,” Brian replied, unsure of what to say. His mind was racing. He had never even talked to Michael or the other sporty guys like him. “I’m...uh just waiting for my ride,” he said as more sweatdrops formed all around his body. He didn’t even know why he was getting so nervous around this guy. He loathed the football players with their macho personas and their vacuous and obnoxious laughter during class, but he had never actually talked to one of them before. And Michael Palmer did have such a genuine and friendly look in his eyes that was challenging Brian’s defenses.

“How do you think you did on the chemistry test today, big guy?” Michael asked.

“Oh...umm...I think I did well,” Brian replied as he studied the jock's broad smile and angular jawline.

“Don’t BS me,” Michael said, unconvinced. Even with more conviction, his calm, sultry voice was pleasant on the ears. “I know chem is not your favorite.”

That was true. Brian hated chemistry. It was his least favorite class by far. But why would Michael know that, let alone care? “I mean, I don’t think it was my worst test,” Brian said. “I...uh... I think I probably got like a C or something.”

“Hey, C’s get degrees man,” Michael replied while patting Brian on the back with tremendous force. As Brian readjusted his balance, he could see why Palmer was Michael’s last name. “You heading to practice?” he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah practice, dummy,” Michael replied playfully.

Brian stood in place, confusion rising even higher. “I don’t...I mean I’m not-”

“Come on inside dude,” Michael interrupted as he headed towards the front door. “I can tell you’re frying like an egg out here.”

That was also true. Brian was getting increasingly sweaty and parched. His black hair and clothing only absorbed more of the sun’s rays. He hesitantly picked up his leather satchel from the ground and followed Michael inside. He began rationalizing why Michael was being nice to him. It felt so unnerving. Brian decided he would just get a drink and then head back outside. That thought certainly wasn’t enticing. But he’d rather be outside frying than to spend it inside to avoid other football jocks.

As the two stepped inside, Brian intentionally walked slowly to distance himself from Michael, hoping that he would just enter the locker room and forget about him. To his luck, Michael continued walking ahead and Brian headed up to the drinking fountain. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was. The water was so quenching and he couldn’t help but take multiple large gulps. Brian rolled his eyes as he could hear footsteps heading towards him before stopping behind him.

“Ready for the game tomorrow?” Michael asked as he lightly slapped Brian’s butt, nearly causing him to choke on his water.

Brian’s face was now as red as a tomato as he turned to face Michael. His confusion turned to frustration when he saw Michael staring at him with that smug expression he always had. He would’ve socked Michael right then and there if he wasn’t a foot shorter than him or a hundred pounds lighter. But as he begrudgingly turned to face the jock, he realized that wasn’t the case. Before, his height had been at Michael’s shoulders, but now it was at Michael’s mouth. Brian was rendered speechless as he wondered if Michael had always been this short.

Then it happened again.

Brian nearly fell over as his body suddenly grew even taller. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance as his body shot upward. In a few seconds, he was a few inches taller than Michael, who he remembered was 6’2. An audible ripping sound indicated that his clothes had not grown with him.

“You think we got a good shot against the Generals on Friday?” Michael asked as if nothing had happened.

Brian glanced down at his extremely tight clothes in disbelief. More of his spindly arms and legs were now revealed. It looked like his clothes had shrunk in the wash. To Brian’s horror, he watched as his strained jeans started to rip more and more, revealing more of his skin. Was this really happening?

To answer his question, the belt holding up his skinny jeans exploded, sending a piece of metal careening through the air. Brian instinctively grabbed his pants to prevent them from falling. His embarrassment intensified and without thinking, he bolted into the nearest bathroom. Michael said something as he left, but Brian didn’t care. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered despairingly as he scrambled around the corner. But as he looked up, his blood went cold. “Oh, fuck.”

Right in front of him was a group of Woodside High’s football players. They were not only enormous-looking but were all in the process of getting dressed. Interestingly enough, Brian realized he was taller than all of the guys who were standing. He didn’t think about that for long though as he saw one of them glance up and look at him.

“Hey, what’s up Watson?” one of the jocks called out.

Shit, Brian thought. Not only had one of them seen him, but he also knew his last name somehow. He was about to leave when he heard Michael’s familiar voice behind him.

“What’s up bros?” Michael called out to the other guys as he entered the locker room. When Brian glanced back, he noticed Michael was so broad that he nearly filled the entire doorway, rendering escape both impossible and extremely awkward.

Brian’s forehead was coated with sweat and his heart was thumping faster than ever. He felt like a mouse in a cage of snakes, trapped in a vortex of impending doom. He could feel some of the players looking in his direction. Desperate to flee, he scanned the premises for a few agonizing seconds before he found success. There was a red exit sign hanging in the distance above the other side of the locker room. It was far away, but he just had to make it there.

In an instant, Brian bolted past the guys and further into the locker room while holding up his ripping pants with one hand. As he sped past lockers through the open clearing, he ran past windows of players getting ready and prayed none of them would notice him. The exit sign grew closer and closer and it looked like he was going to make it. That was until a huge football player adorned in his uniform stepped out from one of the lockers right in Brian’s way. The collision was inevitable. He closed his eyes as the two collided with an abrasive smack.

Brian fell to the ground and had lost the grip on his pants, causing them to loosen around his waist and fall to the floor. His black satchel flew towards an adjacent row of lockers. “Unghhhh,” he groaned as he reopened his eyes and stared at the jock who had hardly even budged. Brian’s heart was pumping faster than ever as he realized his entire lower body was now exposed. He wanted to scream. One of the largest guys in school was looking at him clad in only his underwear and a sweatshirt on the locker room floor. The jock’s hulking figure was clothed in a football uniform, the delicate combination of pads and spandex only made his figure look more imperious. Fear bubbled up inside of Brian so he promptly mustered out a “Shit, I’m sorry bro” to him as he tried to catch his breath.

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To Brian’s relief, the jock didn’t burst out laughing. “Whoa, watch it, Woodsen,” he said with a smug expression as he looked down at Brian on the floor. “We’re not even on the field yet,” he said sympathetically before extending his arm to pull him back up.

For a moment, Brian could only stare in bewilderment, too afraid to correct the jock for getting his last name wrong. The jock’s immense size was not only intimidating but somewhat breathtaking. As Brian grabbed his meaty hand, he pulled him upward like he was as light as a feather. When the two met eyes, Brian realized that he was exactly eye-level with this dude who had to be slightly taller than Michael. Somehow, Brian had gotten even taller without even knowing it.

“See you out there,” he said as he playfully swatted Brian on the butt before heading towards the door. As he left, Brian marveled at the width of his back, which was perfectly accentuated beneath his white jersey. The dark blue letters on the back read “WALLACE.” Then the name came to him. Trent Wallace was an amazing center who had the calmest head on his shoulders out of all of the team. He was an amazing team player whose patience was unparalleled. Brian found himself enjoying that trait a lot. It certainly was important to be a good leader.

Before Brian could wonder why he knew the jock’s name, he heard the low rumble of more guys heading towards him. He quickly snatched his satchel off the floor and ducked into the cavern of lockers where Trent had just been. Like a herd of buffalo, the group of guys passed by Brian without noticing him. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, finally happy to not have one of these meatheads in his face for a second.

A tickling feeling around his legs caught Brian’s attention. As he looked down, he wondered how on earth his black boxers had bleached themselves white. He squirmed as he could feel his underwear vibrating on its own. A strap formed underneath each of his buttcheeks while the fabric above disappeared. In the front, a swell of growth came from Brian’s thighs as they burst through the cotton, leaving behind only a pouch beneath his much stronger waistband. Feeling much more exposed, Brian’s face reddened as he looked at this new and very revealing article of clothing. As much as he detested what he was seeing, it felt oddly snug. Still, he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Shit, please don’t let anybody see me like this,” Brian prayed to himself as he studied how revealing the jockstrap was.

Desperately, he tried to rip it off with no luck. Each time Brian tugged on the athletic supporter, navy blue lycra materialized over it. The new fabric started materializing around his waist before promptly extending down over his small butt and down to his lower thighs. The uncomfortable draft from the jockstrap was quickly eliminated. He couldn’t help but smirk with conflicted relief as he realized he was now wearing a new pair of compression shorts and his embarrassing jockstrap was hidden away. Brian pulled on the new lycra, enjoying how tight yet breathable it felt against his loins. With all the movement around his dick, Brian couldn’t help but feel it rise with arousal.

‘No…no,” he whimpered as he slowly sat down on the bench. Now breathing much heavier, he swore he could feel his thighs growing beneath his hands. And sure enough, they were. They gradually swelled to an immense size beneath his compression shorts. It looked like he could squeeze a watermelon between them. Prickles of blonde hair appeared on his thighs before spreading all the way to his ankles. That was odd, his hair was black.

He could feel a tremendously ticklish feeling on his feet as if a million tiny threads were forming around them. As he shook his legs, he watched as a beautiful shade of white spread upwards from his feet, rising past his ankles until they stopped just below his knees. Brian’s new pair of white athletic socks brought a new wave of growth with them. His feet grew to a hulking size 13 before a pair of blue and white cleats formed around them. Huge calves the size of footballs swelled into fruition beneath his new socks. Brian’s disgust was turning to wonder.

“Am I…is this…really...happening?” he gasped as he placed his hands on his meaty thighs, marveling at how gigantic they had become. His breaths sounded lower, deeper even.

A strong odor filled the air and Brian immediately recognized it as sweat, and it was emanating from him! Brian’s fear had amplified a tremendous amount of his body odor. It felt like he was forced to inhale a cloud of his own manly musk. He couldn’t believe he had even been sweating this much. Uncharacteristically, he began to laugh, although came out at a much lower frequency. His tenor register sounded not only lower but also slower-sounding.

Brian closed his eyes and clenched his upper thighs, feeling the sinews of muscle pulsate beneath his fingertips. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he glanced at how disproportionately huge his lower body now was compared to his slender torso. Muscles this size took thousands of hours of strenuous exercise to appear. His pride skyrocketed as he caressed his thighs, partially concealed beneath his compression shorts. He wasn’t feeling afraid of the jocks anymore. If anyone of those cocky football jerks gave him trouble, he’d give ‘em hell!

“Mmmm, yeah,” he grunted as he cautiously guided his hand to his cock. He touched it once and felt it harden. After a brief moment of abstinence, Brian began stroking his cock beneath his black compression shorts. “That’ll show...those…fake posers,” he said, oblivious to how he was becoming one of them. Brian’s cock was lengthening in his hand as he closed his eyes and pictured all of the football players’ stupid smug faces. He could just picture himself flexing in front of the guys and them all respecting him.

RIIIP!

Brian’s stroking was interrupted when his pecs exploded through his black sweatshirt, tearing it apart into tatters, and exposing his chest. His initial confusion dissolved into satisfaction as he marveled at the size of these gigantic new muscular tits, each one had to be larger than his head. He delicately brought his hand up from his dick, tempted to feel the humongous muscle.

“Ffffuck!” he cried as he gave one a loving squeeze, feeling how thick the muscle really was. A million little tingles dispersed through his body as he lovingly cupped his pecs with both of his hands. A light dusting of blonde hair, just like the one on his legs, appeared above them. He was starting to obsess over the way he looked. This new size was so inspiring, but also a little nerve-wracking. Brian had memories of being a shorter young man who only wore black clothing and made it his personality to act apathetic to everyone. But that seemed out of character for him now. Brian enjoyed standing out in a crowd.

As if to counter those contradictory thoughts, Brian continued to inhale his manly musk and his heartbeat started to slow. With oversized muscle tits larger than the rack of any girl he’d ever seen and a thunderous set of legs, he looked like a circus freak. The barrel-chested young man squirmed on the bench as he felt follicles of blonde hair burst from beneath his armpits. A stream of hair flowed across his jugs to his abdomen before culminating in a visible treasure trail. Not only did the new path of hair indicate his increased testosterone levels, which had to be as large as half the team’s, but it also indicated virility. Brian was a man. Or at least he was growing into a huge one. And he was loving every second.

Throwing up both of his skinny arms into a flex sent more testosterone through his body. Brian watched his biceps explode with muscles, becoming larger. And larger. And larger, until eventually, they were larger than everyone else on the team. Years of training under the iron bar entered his mind and Brian remembered how long it had taken him to become this strong. An eight pack burst through his slender abdomen while also causing it to broaden in size. Brian looked at his tight muscly core. Like his arms, they felt eerily familiar, like they were created through strenuous physical activity. His arms felt like lightning bolts filled to the brim with testosterone that spread across his body like a static charge.

A football came flying through the air accompanied by a player saying “Wood, catch!”

Instinctively, Brian turned around and extended his tree trunk of an arm out to effortlessly catch the flying pigskin. He looked back up just in time to see Jake Thomas walking away. “Nice one, dude!” Jake said as he walked through the door, leaving as quickly as he had entered.

The tight end was one of many players who always tried to catch Brian off guard. They were hardly successful. Brian was a colossal athlete and zealously vigilant. Coach always told him his determination would get him very far in life, sometimes calling him the greatest on the team, which only inflated Brian’s ego.

Before Brian could question that thought, he felt a numbness in his hand where he was holding the football. His hand, once demure, was palming the football no problem. His hands grew meatier before his eyes, accentuated by new calluses and hair above the knuckles. They had to be the size of baseball mitts and were perfect for catching and throwing footballs with ease. That was an exciting thought.

“UNNNGHH, no!” he bellowed helplessly, resisting the side of him that was yearning for football practice.

As the immense young man stood up from the bench, his muscles shook like jello, before they solidified into hardened, insurmountable walls. Where there had once been a scared boy, there was now a hulking Adonis who was obsessed with his muscles. As Brian continued to flex his arms and twiddle his pecs, a rush of blood poured into his cock, causing his arousal to return stronger than ever.

“Oh…fuck,” he trembled with carnal anticipation. His much deeper voice echoed through the locker room. Its new baritone register was rendered completely unrecognizable from what it once was. That was hot. He sounded just like…just like…one of the boys. And he didn’t mind.

Brian’s husky bulge was on prime display for anyone who happened to walk by. His cautious expression shifted into a satisfied grin as he reached down to stroke it. Then all of a sudden, it disappeared beneath a layer of white. The new fabric extended from his waist to just below his knees, giving him a brand new pair of football pants. Brian chuckled to himself, unaware of how numb he was feeling to the changes.

The new player’s cock twitched as his ass inflated behind him. Two perfectly muscular globes stretched his compression shorts to the limit before they were swallowed by his new pants. Just like his pecs, his butt was a wall of muscle, on display in everything he wore. And Brian could remember every squat, leg lift, and all of the hard work he put in to become huge. His butt was the biggest in the team for a reason. His reputation of going hard on leg days warranted impeccable results.

He laughed again, although this one came out much...slower-sounding. Brian’s disdain for dorky meathead jocks was being replaced by an understanding of them. After all, these were his bros and their sense of camaraderie was unbreakable. As a senior, he was one of the strongest on the team and they all worshiped him.

But this...this wasn’t right. Brian was a scrawny goth sophomore who wanted to disappear in a crowd. But this new body and personality were the polar opposite. His sheer size and athletic prowess were impossible to ignore. He began to pace around subconsciously, transfixed on the way his body moved.

“Whuh!” Brian exclaimed as he tripped on something on the floor. He flung his arms out and caught his fall by palming the locker, which had somebody’s navy blue shirt sleeve sticking out of its closed door. When Brian stood back upright he noticed the black fabric was sticking around his wrist. When he tried to pull it off, it stuck to his arm like glue. The blue fabric then began crawling up Brian's forearm with impressive speed. A few moments later, it had reached his elbow, concealing his muscular arm in a brand new shirtsleeve. However, it didn't stop covering him up and continued to Brian's shoulders before cascading down over his bare chest. His new skin-tight workout shirt did nothing to hide Brian's beefy pecs.

“Oh shit,” Brian whispered to himself as he ran a hand over his pants. "I...I look just like a player."

Although the utterance had been subconscious, Brian found him remembering more instances where the football players turned to him for advice, like he was a mentor towards them. With each recollection, pieces of a black jersey appeared over his workout shirt. The number "5" appeared in a rich cerulean blue color in the middle of his chest. It was slightly curved over the giant breadth of Brian's pecs. The word "CHARGERS" appeared above it in the same blue color. Anyone who would've seen the impenetrable wall of uniformed muscle that was Brian would've assumed he was a football player.

“FFFFUCK!” the growing jock cussed as he placed his massive hands above his saucer-like pectorals, wasted in his masculinity. Too preoccupied with himself, he didn't notice his black satchel moving on its own. It started to contort on its own, its rectangular shape became more cylindrical and the leather material turned into nylon and polyester. Instead of schoolwork and books, the bag was now filled with Brian's change of clothes, which were nothing like his goth attire. His wardrobe was like Michael's, full of pastels and board shorts that showed off every curve of his.

The bag twitched and leaned against Brian's foot. When he looked down, he was met with a new light gray duffel bag that had the word “CHARGERS” on the side next to a cartoon lightning bolt. He smiled broadly. Even just seeing the team name excited him. He felt an odd sense of responsibility towards that name like he was a leader of it or something.

The letter "C" embroidered itself over the top left corner of his jersey, revealing the validity of that thought. When Brian looked down, his smile only broadened. He remembered that he was the team captain and the star quarterback. The Chargers were his team and he was going to lead them to glory this season. "Shiiiiit…" he muttered with disbelief as he ran his hands over his massive body, caressing every muscle of his body.

A piece of Brian hated the thought of being around football players, but another part loved it. His fear was reforming into adoration. As a captain, he was able to work with the coaches to guide his team to victory. And judging by how well the season was going so far, he was doing a great job. He inspired his teammates every day. Brian’s confidence was contagious and his devotion to the team was unyielding. He wasn't afraid of the jocks anymore. The thought of leading them was much more exhilarating.

“Looking good, Wood!” a familiar-sounding voice said. “You ready?”

“HELL YEAH!” Brian Wood replied with impressive volume. It was at that moment his black hair was saturated with gel and dyed itself blonde. Brian itched his nose, unaware that it grew slightly larger after his finger touched it. His face also resculpted itself, the boyish shape taking hold to the chiseled visage of a real meathead. At one point, Brian would’ve hated what he looked like, but that time was past. It only felt natural that his face should be much more square if he was to lead the players. His boxy face made his gaze more domineering than ever. Even Brian's forehead expanded a little wider. Everyone knew he was the team's alpha.

Unseen to him, the word “WOOD” formed in blue letters on the back of his jersey. Going to Woodside High School had been a perfect coincidence for Brian Wood. The guy was also a horny bastard who often lewdly joked about his own wood to the team. It was expected though. Men are ruled by their cocks and Brian was no different. After being around a team of equally horny guys with a similar sense of humor, they always made crude jokes about their dicks. The bulge in the team captain's pants swelled even larger, leaving no discretion that the blonde-haired dreamboat was well-endowed.

Michael Palmer walked up closer, like a prince eyeing a knight. Brian returned the wordless glance, unaware of the sensation of his chin jutting out. The star quarterback and linebacker had stellar chemistry together, they were able to be serious on the field and chummy when off of it.

"You look great," Brian blurted out. He hadn't meant to, but looking at Michael was getting him riled up. He liked the way he filled out the uniform.

"Right back at you, dude," Michael replied as he stepped right in front of Brian's face. Brian's cock twitched when he realized that he was slightly taller and now even wider than Michael. The two were so close now that they could feel each other's breath.

Instinctively, Brian touched Michael's bulge. Michael grunted a little bit and his erection twitched in Brian's hand.

Brian's cock stirred at that sound and the vulnerable look in Michael's eyes. It felt like time was frozen. Not only was he making the largest guy in school moan, but he was also getting his affection. Brian didn't even like guys, but looking at Michael's amatory expression was changing that. Michael was a macho beefcake like him who was just so sensational to look at.

Suddenly, Michael pulled him in close with impressive strength. The linebacker's lips met the star quarterback's as he tightly gripped his shoulders. Brian returned the kiss, loving the feeling of being the only guy in school larger than Michael. A fire inside the two was challenging their heterosexualities.

"Oh, Brian," Michael breathed as their kissing intensified.

Upon hearing his name, Brian felt something amiss. That name didn't sound right. It didn’t match the masculine prowess that was overtaking his brain. The newly minted football player had a rare moment of fear when he couldn’t recall what people called him.

Adrenaline coursed through the two mens' veins as they savored each other's taste and smell. Memories of a vehement relationship flooded their minds. Dating each other over the last year while playing on the team together had strengthened their bond to a level they had never imagined possible. The nameless jock's lips thickened as they pressed against Michael's. He loved Michael so much. Their love of football allowed them to properly separate their personal and professional obligations to each other. Even the team was cool with their relationship, which was so validating. The nameless jock loved his team, proud to be one of the boys when he was on the field. And at that moment, Zach Wood remembered his name. The two broke the kiss, both with a newfound and intense infatuation for one another.

“Holy shit, Michael!” Zach replied when the two pulled away. He caressed his semi-hard cock. "We need to stop doing this before practice."

"Uh-huh," Michael breathed in agreement. His heart was beating fast as he was going through his own internal turmoil. He could've sworn he had a girlfriend, but he had no idea what her name was. The harder he thought, the more memories with Zach resurfaced. They were a pair of sex-obsessed, macho jock boyfriends who couldn't get enough of each other's minds and bodies on and off the field. Their sex was tantric and their affection towards each other was unyielding.

Michael took a sip from his Gatorade bottle. The locker room was much quieter now and all of the other guys must be on the field.

"You ready, Mikey Palms?" Zach asked, nudging him with his shoulder.

"Of course babe," Michael replied as he shifted his brain to football mode. Usually, the two beefy guys were able to keep their love life away from practice time, but that was getting harder to do. They both loved seeing each other in their uniforms.

"Alright, let's head out," Zach said, excitedly heading towards the open door until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you gotta put your gym bag in your locker, ya gym bag,” Michael quipped as he spun Zach around.

"Oh right," Zach replied as he turned around to grab it off the floor. Sometimes his excitement for the sport caused him to be forgetful. He opened up his locker and placed it inside. "Alright Mikey," he said as he slapped his boyfriend’s butt. "Let's head to practice already."

Michael couldn't agree more. Although later, the two would have to pick up where they left off.

Hey man , I’m your typical good guy , with a good engineering job etc . I’m so tired of it . Can you help me live more of a dangerous thug life ??

"I wish I lived a more dangerous life."

You’re heading out the front door to go to work when the genie walks by. He’s a thuggish guy with a sneer on his face, covered in tattoos. With a flick of his hand, the spell is cast. You feel a sharp pain on your lower belly, and when you pull up your shirt to see, there’s a tattoo there, faded like you got it months ago.

Well, you think to yourself, you never specified how much more dangerous your life would become. You tuck your shirt back in, a bit disappointed.

As you sit down on the bus, you feel another stinging sensation rise up to the base of your pecs. As it does, the fabric of your shirt seems to dissolve until you’re wearing a high crop top. It reveals a tattoo of butterfly wings growing over your chest. As it rises higher, the fabric of your shirt parts and eventually dissolves into nothing.

Some young guy in a suit sitting next to you frowns at your shirtlessness, and you bare your teeth at him. He backs down immediately. Yeah, you can be fucking threatening when you wanna be. Still, he’s kinda cute…

As tattoos of a nebula stretch down your arm, you slowly reach out and put your arm around the guy’s shoulders. At first, he seems confused and disturbed, but he calms at your touch, giving you a goofy grin as his suit dissolves. Tats bloom across his body, and his hair frizzes up with streaks of bright pink through the dark locks. His tongue piercing looks so hot as he lolls his tongue out at you, you just gotta kiss him.

When you step off the bus with your new buddy, the two of you have complementary sets of tattoos and matching shorts. He follows you into the nearest alley and gets on his knees. Like your tattoo says, it won’t suck itself. After you drop a load, the two of you step onto your skateboards and head off to find some more members for the gayest new gang in town.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

Cursed

I had a family problems growing up. I had lots of siblings and most of them were gang members and my parents never brought me anything cool and so I gained the habit to steal valuables to sell and get money from. Like the other day, I saw this beautiful purse and I could tell this old woman was filthy rich, when she sat down, I noticed she was waiting for her bus. I waited until it was a perfect time and went for it and soon. She had her phone in her hand and was dialing the police and while the phone was ringing I could see her screaming some words that I couldn’t make out.

I ran into an alleyway and I went throw here purse I could see many items that looked extremely expensive and old. I had finally hit the jackpot. One thing caught my attention when I began searching through the bag, it was this necklace. It felt like it was speaking to me. When I grabbed it cold metal, I could feel shivers that ran up my spine, as I place it over my neck. I could feel the pleasure of this being around my neck.

Soon I heard the sound of police cars. I couldn’t cause myself to move and run. The car parked right up to the alleyway and they saw me standing, I began to feel the motion of my body as I began to move. But right before I could he grabbed my arm and pulled towards his car. I couldn’t do anything at this point as was already in the hands of this muscular man. I tried to run, but I didn’t work. My body was so small compared to his.

The officer reached in his pockets for his handcuffs, but before he could something strange grew in my chest. Everything began to slow around us as I could feel this warm energy coming from him. I could feel this mans big body pull towards me. I could feel his warms and his sweat possibly from working out all getting sucked into my weak body. I couldn’t handle it as his big arm began to sink through. His pecs began to enter me as I moan with pleasure. I could see the officers look as his screams weakened. Soon his other arms began to enter my body. Soon nothing was left of him as I could feel this great wave of greatness come through me.

I didn’t understand what happened and looked at the necklace and it was glowing. I could feel the heat coming out of it. I soon realized that everything around me made me want to faint. I soon was about to throw up as I looked to the cop car and heard the noise of the radio ringing for the officer. I couldn’t catch up to it as they were already sending back up. I tried to run, but the necklace burned my chest as I didn’t want to move again.

I soon couldn’t take it as my body began to grow taller. My pants began to rip. I could do anything as my pants were completely torn off. I could do anything about it as my legs muscles began to twitch and grow. My body could do anything. My pain white skin began to darken as my body twitched all over the place. My ass began to grow in any way as I could feel my face change as my check bones popped out. I tried to take off the necklace but my mind didn’t let me control myself. Small little hairs began to show on my face as my eyebrows grow thicker and darker.

My ass began to shake itself and it felt good as I could feel it balloon up even more. My arms began to grow bigger and bigger. My pecs began to bounce and soon and began to form as I could feel become harder. My average sized dick became so big it looked like it was becoming 12 inches erected. My arms wouldn’t stop and my chest continued as my mind began to change. My family wasn’t some piece of shit that never love me, instead, I lived in a rich home with my two parents. Soon my became hard as black hairs began to appear all over it as soon my blonde hair changed to become darker. My balls were so full of semen I had to empty. My short was looking like a tight tank top and soon my briefs looked like some small speedo that made my ass look big. My mind was becoming different that my mind wasn’t for women it was for men.

Soon my body was able to move. My mind was still changing as I was now a hot rich Mexican because of my parents adopting me at a young age and me becoming a police officer and meeting my boyfriend. Soon another car pulled up and looked at me with a smirk and a wink as I could tell this was my boyfriend and soon the purse and my ripped pants disappeared, as I could tell my boyfriend was happy for me to find a dark alley with no one to see us having sex. I could tell what I was wearing made him get turned on.

Well, looks like my me body will get any guy having an orgasm for days when I have sex with them. And I am glad I look like this now.