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awkward-gay-bro · 2 years

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Learning Some Manners

Ashton Kent. This name caused most people who worked in the Halifax Authority to fall silent and disappear back into their rooms as quickly as possible. Ashton Kent was not just any colleague, but the most unpleasant contemporary imaginable that one could meet in the corridor of the authority. He was a hulk of a man. Tall, with huge muscles, bald, hairy - and never at a loss for an opportunity to present his body to every person he met.

With his legs spread wide, Ashton sat back in his office chair, ignoring his colleague who seemed to be concentrating hard on something. "You know, Carmichael, if I have to sit here any longer, I'm going to get all stupid. My body has to be admired", he said in his usual, very loud tone and laughed so loudly that it echoed under the high ceiling. But his colleague did not react. Ashton frowned. What was the guy's problem? Why did he want to ventilate here, he was crazy! "Hey, you moron, can't you hear me?", Ashton almost shouted and hit the desk with his huge fist so that everything on it shook. So did his protein shake, which then spilled over the keyboard and his papers with an unsightly splash.

Ashton stared in disbelief at the thick liquid running across his desk. With a flushed head, he stood up and shouted at his colleague. "Yo, what the fuck! Look what you did, you ass!", he roared, grabbing his colleague by the collar and shaking the man so hard that his glasses flew off his nose.

This pathetic wiener whined something to himself, but Ashton didn't care. Why had the guy made him so angry? If he had not, none of this would have happened! That wimp made him so angry! Again and again! Why couldn't he open his fucking mouth for once and say something?! Still furious, Ashton threw his colleague against the open filing cabinet. "Nobody messes with me, I'll make mush out of you!", he continued to rant and was about to pick his colleague up off the floor again, but the man fell to his knees, maybe trying to stand up so something else. But before Ashton's fist could hit the other's face, his colleague raised his head and an invisible wall held Ashton's fist back in mid-air.

"What the fuck are you doing, you bum?!", Ashton grumbled, lunging again. What the hell had he trained his muscles so perfectly for if he couldn't beat up a person like that when they messed with him? But again, his fist only hit the invisible wall. Then his colleague raised his head. Ashton could see that his nose was bleeding because that moron had let himself be hit by such a file. But Ashton paused before his third attempt. His colleague's eyes suddenly began to glow a bright green. "What the fuck are you doing? Cut the shit and let me fucking hit you like you deserve!" But his colleague continued to remain silent and wordlessly placed both his hands on the floor. Suddenly the room shook, more files fell to the floor.

"Listen... stop it, you're just a coward because you'd never beat me, you wimp!", Ashton said, still very loud, but not quite as confident as before. Then his colleague opened his mouth, but only some gibberish came out. He pissed Ashton off! What was he babbling about?! The shaking of the room increased and suddenly the grey floor began to glow. With his mouth wide open and his fists still raised, Ashton stared at the shapes forming on the floor. Some strange blueish circles were swirling across the floor. And this strange colleague was babbling on and on. This made Ashton even angrier! He wanted to take a step towards the other man, but his feet didn't move. He tugged and pulled at his legs, but they didn't move a bit. Angrily he glared at the other man who was now smiling at him.

"Give my regards to my king", Ashton's colleague said, whose name Ashton had never cared for, clapping his hands. The patterns on the floor were spinning faster and faster now, enveloping Ashton in a swirl of blue, green and black. "I'm going to kill you!", Ashton screamed, but then the floor opened up beneath him and swallowed him.

Wherever Ashton was now, he didn't really care. He was going to beat his colleague until he stopped moving. The bastard had started it after all! Ashton had only reacted! And then all of a sudden, he could move his limbs again and whatever was holding him dissolved. Then he fell. And landed belly-down on a hard-stone floor. Still seething with rage, he stared at the dark floor. He heard voices of some people around him, whispering.

"That's who Tassarion sent here? This is an affront!" It was the voice of a woman which had a very strange sound. Like someone was using one of those crappy chimes.

"My dear Lithoniel, I'm sure he had his reasons for sending us such... such a person." The voice now came from a man. It sounded almost like his colleague. Another son of a bitch. Surely the two of them were in cahoots! Ashton got to his feet and only now saw that he was surrounded by several people, all wearing sheets of some kind. It looked like shit. And they were all staring at him. "What are you staring at me for, you freaks? You got a problem with me?", he boasted, raising his fist menacingly. Ashton looked around. They all had long hair and such funny pointy ears. What kind of freaks were they? When one of them whispered to the person next to him, Ashton grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. However, he had to let go of him quickly because his hand had suddenly become very hot. He gave a short yelp and looked at his aching hand. His fingertips were glowing red.

"I think that's enough small talk – thank you, my followers, for looking after our new arrival. Rothilion, are you well?" A voice came from outside the circle and a man with the same pointed ears approached. The assembled crowd parted and bowed slightly. Ashton didn't bother to do the same. After all, the man was even shorter than he was. And such a scrawny wretch!

"Yes, King Nesterin, your spell worked very well," the man replied and bowed even lower. Ashton glared at the nest guy, or whatever his name was now, and raised his fist to go at him, but this guy's hand lit up red and again Ashton hit an invisible barrier. "Oh, fuck you all! You're all cowards!", Ashton shouted, punching it again and again. What did they all want from him!

"You may now leave, dear ministers, I will now deal with this… curiosity", the nest guy said and those long-haired hippies disappeared. Ashton was breathing heavily and sweat was running from his into his beard. Why didn't this invisible thing break!!! The nest guy walked around him and seemed to be looking closely at Ashton. Was he checking him out a little? Well, he couldn't blame him. "You like what you see, pointy-ear? Can beat your face if you come closer", Ashton said again very loudly. But the other didn't respond at all.

"Why did my son send you here?" he asked suddenly. Son... "That little shit was your son? Hah, no wonder, you're just such a loser too. Kicked the shit out of him when he provoked me", Ashton bragged, his chest swelling with pride but still angry. The other's expression darkened.

"I think I have a suitable use for you. You'll do very well, after a few minor modifications we'll have a very pleasant time together," the Nest guy said and the look in his eyes didn't please Ashton. "Yo, you touch me and I'll slap you on your stupid fac-", he roared off, but before he could finish the sentence he lost consciousness.

Ashton groaned as he slowly opened his eyes again. He could not move… again. Only gradually did his vision clear a little and he saw one of those freaks standing in front of him. His tongue felt heavy and he only made indistinct sounds.

"Ah, Master, he's awake - may I start now?", the guy with the blond hair asked and must have received some sound of approval, because suddenly Ashton felt soft hands on his body. Wait. Body... yes, he was naked.

"What... is... that... shit?", stammered Ashton, also only now noticing that his hands and feet were strapped down. But the man just put a finger to his lips and said "Shh. You'll like it, I'm already enjoying it a lot." And then the guy started stroking Ashton's body. Oh, that felt gooood, Ashton thought, looking down at himself. It looked horny too. Someone worshipping his horny body. That was the way it was supposed to be!

The guy licked over Ashton's chest and nibbled on his nipples. Ashton moaned. "Fuck", he pressed out with difficulty and closed his eyes. Why had he never had this done before? Nipple licking was fucking hot, after all! Now he felt the sucking. Shit, that was so… hot! Suddenly his chest started to tingle. With each tug the guy gave his nipples, his chest hair retracted a little more into Ashton's skin until his well-toned pecs were completely hair-free. The tingling spread further down. All over his body, the thick hair was pulling back into his skin. "Ungh", Ashton gasped, looking down at himself. His eyes widened. "What the fuck is happening?", he tried to say, but the other man's lips settled over his. That felt very good too and Ashton wanted to stick his tongue down the other's throat, as he usually did, but somehow, he lacked the strength. Instead, the other's tongue invaded his mouth. Ashton moaned into the kiss. Shit, he'd never been kissed like this before. As he thought this, his beard slowly pulled back as well, leaving only a slight shadow of beard. "Fuck, you're good", Ashton croaked as the other released the kiss and stroked his abs. Had the guy been this hairy earlier, too? It looked hot, so manly, so powerful, it crossed Ashton's mind.

"And the best is yet to come, you human", the guy said, now kneeling down. With one big gulp, he took Ashton's now hard penis into his mouth. A loud sigh escaped Ashton and as if by reflex he moved his hips forward as best he could. If someone got a blowjob, they had to ram in properly, that's how Ashton had always done it. But... somehow it seemed so wrong to him now. But he had done it like that all these years! The tongue of the guy kneeling in front of him danced over Ashton's 8-incher and he sucked Ashton off as if his life depended on it. But then, in careful rhythmic movements, Ashton thrust forward and both men groaned. Pressure, more and more pressure was building inside the bound man and soon he could feel that he was about to come. Fuck, and how he would come. His balls felt like they were about to burst. And with a deep, guttural moan came in the other's mouth. But much more was happening. The kneeling man did not stop sucking on Ashton's penis. The tingling in his body became stronger again. Bit by bit, Ashton's muscles shrank, his balls became smaller and so did his penis.

Excess fat, which he had accumulated by drinking a lot of beer, disappeared, his upper arm tattoo slowly faded and the traces of his age disappeared. His skin became smoother as he got younger. He groaned again and his voice broke. Instead of a loud, booming bass, it was now a powerful but quiet tenor that escaped his throat. He suddenly felt so free. So relaxed. Ashton's face changed further, his nose became narrower, his chin finer and his features a little more delicate. Sweat dripped from his forehead again as the other let go of him. And then Ashton couldn't believe his eyes. The slender fellow from before was gradually becoming a muscular, hairy man. And Ashton couldn't deny that it turned him on.

"You like what you see, human?", the guy said as his chest armour popped and fell to the ground because of the swelling muscles. Ashton wanted to shout at him to fuck off. But... he suddenly felt so.... submissive. He wanted to please this man in front of him. Wanted to give him pleasure. With veiled eyes, Ashton stared at the fine face that grew stronger and more angular by the second. Thick blond stubble sprouted from the other man's skin and again he placed his lips on Ashton's. What a feeling! This man was so strong... Ashton loved strong men. He lived for them.

"My work here is done, I will now take your place, human – now our king awaits you", the blond hunk of a man said, pinching Ashton's nipples one last time, which would have sent him to the ground if he wasn't tied down. The man clapped his hands and the shackles around Ashton's wrists and ankles came loose and he fell to the ground. Under the loincloth of the man in front of him he could see a thick penis. It was long too... and Ashton... Ashton wanted it. Feeling it. Inside of him. He crawled forward and took it in his mouth. The other man didn't hesitate and began to move his hips. Ashton was in seventh heaven, trying to touch as much of the other's skin as possible with his tongue.

"You are a quick one, ungh, our king will, ungh, have his pleasure with you", the man said and his thick pubic hair tickled Ashton's nose. A wonderful smell emanated from them. The smell of a man. All at once the other man's hands settled on his still bald head as suddenly his scalp began to tingle. Thick brown-blond hairs sprouted from his skin like weeds and grew until they reached his broad but hairless shoulders. The man grabbed the hair and manoeuvred Ashton in the right direction, holding him as he came. Thick, salty liquid filled Ashton's mouth and he swallowed it all eagerly. It was perfect. It felt so natural doing this. Like… he had always done this… But then, before he could say anything for the moment, two guards grabbed him and took him away from the man. Ashton did not see that the man’s pointed ears were looking like normal human ones now.

Still naked, Ashton followed the two guards. He felt quite strange. Why had he been so angry earlier? Why had he hit his colleague? He was such a nice man after all.... such a handsome man, if Ashton remembered correctly. His penis twitched directly at the thought of his colleague and his stubbly chin and he groaned as he could feel the blood rushing to his loins.

"Hey, save it for right now, human – we're here", one of the guards grumbled at him, opening a large swinging door and shoving Ashton into the room. He fell to the floor and looked around, still moaning softly. It was a large room containing a gigantic four-poster bed.

"I see my servants have done a great job. You are almost perfect", Ashton suddenly heard a voice in front of him. A voice that sent a chill down his spine. He looked up and saw him. The king. His king. His beloved king. His beloved, naked king. In all his royal glory, he stood before Ashton. Immediately Ashton was completely hard and crawled towards his king – ready to please him. At last he was allowed to join him. At last he was allowed to serve him.

"Just one final touch and you will finally be my lover", the king whispered, kissing Ashton with passion. His king's beard felt rough on Ashton's smooth face and he let his royal lover lead him to the bed.

"Are you ready? There's no turning back now", the king whispered again and began to knead Ashton's muscular ass-cheeks. Ashton moaned with pleasure and gave an excited "yes!". And then the king did what Ashton had only been waiting for. Deeply he inhaled the spicy smell of his lover, which made him grow even harder. As the king penetrated Ashton, he finally felt complete. He wanted to do everything he could to give his lover pleasure. With each thrust into Ashton's butt, his body changed one last time. Somewhat uncomfortably, his ears elongated and became pointed. Of course, he was an elf after all! Only an elf was allowed to share a bed with the king. The king moaned and Ashton felt that he hit his prostate. Filled with pleasure, he cried out softly. Again, his skin tingled. His fingernails and toenails, perfectly trimmed, discoloured as purple nail polish appeared on them. The same colour crept over his eyelids, a black line appearing at their edges. He had to look representable! And his king loved his make-up as much as he loved it himself.

And then, finally, the king came and filled Ashton with his cum. At the same moment Ashton also came again and his old life left his body at the same time. He was no longer Ashton Kent. He was Ailduin Waesvaris. Descendant of ancient elven nobility and the lover of King Nesterin, who loved him dearly. Panting and sweaty, Nesterin pulled herself out of Ailduin and gave him an affectionate kiss. "You have really learned some good manners, my love."

Hey tf-fans! I finally finished my second last request from January - I'm so sorry it took so long to write this story. The requester wants to remain anonymous, but I hope you like it. I even managed to reactivate some of my crappy photo editing skills for this one! ^^' This story indeed was something different.

If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories or just want to have a little chat - drop me a message or ask a question! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have fun and stay safe! 💜

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awkward-gay-bro · 2 years

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Supermodel

Sean didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, but he knew he wanted to be famous. And with the height, the face, and the body he had, he knew he was going to be. So when he saw an ad looking for a male model, he knew he was a shoe in.

He arrived to the address on the listing and was quickly ushered in.

“Right this way, right this way,” the man practically pulled Sean down the hallway. He shoved a clipboard into Sean’s hand, “Sign here, initial here, and we’re good, let’s get you in front of the camera.

Everything was happening so fast, it was like a blur. The crew was tugging at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, putting on a new one. He didn’t even have time to protest with how quickly everyone was moving. In a matter of seconds, he found himself standing in jean shorts and a bright pink shirt.

“What’s this shoot for? This shirt is a little tight…” Sean said, confused at the whole situation.

“What’s your name, kid?” the cameraman asked.

“It’s Sean”

“Don’t worry about it, Seanny boy. We can make it work. You wanna be a star? You’re gonna be a star.”

Sean didn’t like being patronized, but he did want to be a star. So he just stood there waiting, his muscles popping through his clothes.

“Alright, Seanny boy, we need to make a few adjustments, and then we can set up the scene.”

“Adjustments? Scene? Really, what is this shoot for?” Sean asked, getting increasingly confused.

The camera flashed.

Suddenly, Sean’s shirt didn’t feel so constricting. It was still tight, but now it felt less like it was cutting off his circulation and more like a second skin.

“Holy shit, my body?! What did you do?” In a flash of light, all the muscles that had taken a lifetime to sculpt were erased.

The camera flashed.

Sean was now staring up at that camera man he’d previously towered over. He must have lost over a foot in height. He couldn’t be more than 5’1’’ at this point.

The camera flashed.

Every hair below Sean’s eyebrows had completely disappeared. He was smoother than the day he was born.

The camera flashed.

The daisy dukes they’d dressed him were now so tight the button popped off. They’d be able to button it when he was at his former size, so it made no sense to him that they couldn’t fit now. Feeling himself, he found that his perky little bubble had ballooned into rippling mounds of flesh. The top and bottom of each cheek poking out from behind the denim.

The camera flashed.

The front of his shorts flattened out. No hint of a bulge at all in his now visible underwear.

“Alright, bring out the costar, we are almost done.”

In walked a mountain of a man, in nothing but tight leather shorts. At his new height, the top of Sean’s head didn’t even reach the man’s chin. His waist wasn’t even as big as this mountain’s thigh.

“Alright guys, let’s start the scene. Derek, you’ve just found Sean sneaking into your room, and you are going to teach him a lesson. Let’s have you bend that massive ass over your knees and give him his punishment. After that, Sean, you’ll try to make it up to Derek the only way a little twink knows how.”

“What the fuck? I am not doing this! Change me back right now!”

“You signed the agreement, the contract stands. But here, this might help.”

The camera flashed.

Sean felt incredibly hot. A hunger started pulsing through his body, emanating from between his cheeks. He slipped his hand down the back of his shorts and slowly started to moan. He looked over at the big man in front of him and his mouth began to water.

“Alright, supermodel, looks like you’re ready to start the show.”

#muscle theft #cock shrink #butt growth #bubble butt #height theft #straight to gay #twinkification #jock to twink

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awkward-gay-bro · 3 years

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"Shout out to @anonymous-subscriber for sending these. Not my normal go to for a swimsuit, but damn they look good. #HotBroSummer #SunsOutGunsOut #BestFollowersEver"

Mathew uploaded the pic, knowing well that which ever thirsty old man that had sent the speedo would be stroking his meat as soon as it showed up in his news feed. Creeps sent him gifts all the time, but who was he to judge. All he had to do was post a pic every now and then wearing the more appropriate presents, flash a little abs, and the followers would keep growing.

Someone was going to make money of these sad old men, why not him. With that, he closed his laptop and headed to bed.

Mathew woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. The whole night he tossed and turned, and his pajama pants had ridden off in the spasms. The dreams had started normal enough, woman worshiping him, flexing his muscles as they cooed. But as the dream went on it was less and less about them worshiping him, and more and more about him working to gain their attention. He had to have eyes on him. He needed the women to look at him. He was desperate for it. Hungry for it. And when he noticed the women were gone, replaced by hulking muscular men, it only made his desperation stronger.

Wide awake and not knowing what to think, Mathew reached down to grab hold of his most confusing case of morning wood he'd ever had. But the fabric constricting his hard-on didn't feel right. He ripped the blankets off himself to find he was wearing the speedo he'd modeled the day before. It was soaked in sweat and precum. He wanted to freak out. He wanted to tear them off. He wanted to find out why the hell he was wearing them in the first place. But instead, he just stroked himself through the fabric. It only took a few minutes, and as he finished he let out an audible moan, high and melodic.

Maybe it was the shock from the sound he made or maybe it was the post nutting clarity, but he was finally able to take control and pushed his skimpy swimsuit down his muscular legs.

The rest of the day went normal enough, but he just couldn’t get himself to set up a post. For the first time in his life, Mathew didn’t feel comfortable in his own body. Every time he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but think he didn’t look tall enough, or strong enough, or just manly enough in general. Mathew tried to subtly bring it up to his roommate, but he just laughed it off. And Mathew figured he must have been right, he just had a bad dream. Didn’t mean anything.

But when he went to sleep that night, the dreams came again. This time, he started off feeling uncomfortable about showing off his body. His abs weren’t looking so defined, his biceps weren’t popping, no matter how hard he flexed, he just couldn't get his body to look the way he wanted. But then the men around him started throwing out compliments. How cute his body was. How pretty his face was. How sexy his ass looked. Their praise reinvigorated him, he started moving his body around for the men, looking up to their smiling faces. He grabbed hold off his member through his little speedo, which was riding lower on hips, and decided to put on a show for them.

He woke up already stroking himself, but though he was wide awake, he kept picturing the muscular men who had been towering over him. In a matter of seconds he climaxed, and had it not been for the waves of pleasure running through his body he might have felt his body shifting in his bed. With every spurt into his speedo he lost pounds of muscle and inches of height.

Again he gained the post nut clarity and practically tore the speedo off his body. One night was just a bad dream, but twice in a row was fucking insane. He immediately got dressed and grabbed the speedo off the floor. Though his clothes were loose and baggy, he didn’t give it a second thought as he ran outside to throw the speedo in the trash.

When he walked in the house he bumped into his roommate, literally. He walked right into his roommate as he tried to enter the door. He almost fell over from the impact, but his roommate wrapped an arm around Mathew to catch him. Once standing again, Mathew looked up to see that he no longer saw eye to eye with his roommate, his eye line barely reached the other man’s chin.

“Hey bud, you almost took a tumble.” His roommate chuckled, his arm still around Mathew’s waist, “You doing alright?”

“What? Are you serious? Do you not see anything different about me?”

“Oh sorry buddy, did you get a new haircut? It looks cute.” His roommate shrugging him off should have pissed him off, but all it did was make him blush.

Mathew pushed past his roommate and tried to figure out what was going on. Immediately, Mathew ran to his bathroom mirror. He was definitely shorter. He was definitely weaker. His muscles looked completely smoothed out. And while he wanted to freak out, all he could do was get hard still thinking about the feeling of his roommate’s hand touching the crest of his back.

He spent the whole day trying to watch porn, trying to get off to a woman, but his focus kept shifting to the men in the video. He watched woman after woman but couldn’t seem to get off. Until the rabbit hole of porn brought him to something called pegging. And as he watched these men take it from their girlfriends, he tried to justify that it was still straight porn, though he really only came at the thought of what the guys must be feeling. After hours on hours of jerking, he was exhausted. He let the phone drop from his hand and drifted to sleep.

Men circled around him once more. Men that looked the way he should. He hated looking up at them, no muscles on his body. He had never felt less sexy. But the men started chanting their compliments to him again.

“You look so pretty, Mattie.” He blushed looking up at the man, flashing his sparkling eyes.

“I love how smooth your body is, Mattie.” He felt himself up, the last semblance of his muscular body drifting away.

“You’re so cute and small, Mattie. I could just pick you up!” Matthew grew even smaller, his body compacting in on itself. But he didn’t feel bad about his size, he felt cute.

“I little nub is so adorable, Mattie, I can’t even see it in your speedo!” Mathew looked down, they were right. He was rock hard, but he couldn’t see any indication through his flat fronted speedo.

“You’re so thicc, Mattie, I want to slam my face in those cheeks!” Mathew’s butt exploded out, eating up his speedo. The supple mounds of his flesh jiggled as he grabbed hold of them.

One of the men slowly pushed down the speedo and slipped inside him. He woke up with his hand inside himself, and didn’t even think to pay mind to his morning wood. Mathew writhed into his hand, pulsing in and out until he climaxed in a way he never had before. As his untouched dick shot load after load the changes from his dream solidified themselves. His ass blew up in jiggling flesh, while his eight in rod dwindled away to almost nothing.

“Mattie, you’re putting on a show for me already?” his roommate said in his doorway. “I’ve got to go to work, but why don’t you post a little something special for me, cutie?” Without Mathew saying a word, his roommate walked away. Looking down at his body in that post nut clarity he expected himself to start freaking out again. But his roommate thought he was cute. That’s what mattered. And his roommate wanted him to post a pic. He had to do what he wanted.

He logged on to his instagram and saw his unfamiliar former body. So many pictures of him narcissistically showing off his body. But now, he had a better reason to show off. He wasn’t showing off for himself, he was showing his body for the men who wanted to see it. He uploaded his new pic, captioned “Sorry I haven’t been posting! Thank you again for this cute new outfit, @anonymous-subscriber! Can’t wait to get more just like it! #HotBoiSummer #SunsOutBunsOut #GrindrIBarelyKnowHer”

Sitting on his computer at work, Mattie's roommate logged into his instagram account, @anonymous-subscriber. He liked the new post from his favorite account and left a comment, "I've got more speedos like that, if you know anyone that's need em, Mattie."

#jock to twink #muscle theft #twinkification #butt growth #straight to gay #male transformation #male tf #jock to twink tf #my work

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awkward-gay-bro · 3 years

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I’m a different anon, but if you’re interested in suggestions...👀

How about an idea where a twink is feeling lonely, so he converts his 2 jock tormentors into fellow gay twinks?

Or an idea where a muscle gay Instagram influencer models a cursed speedo that twinkifies him?

I like the second idea, working on it now!

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awkward-gay-bro · 3 years

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Twink Wolf (Part 3)

“What are you doing here, Lahey?” Isaac shoved his way past Theo, entering the room.

“Scott sent me. We haven’t seen or heard from Derek in days. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?”

“Do you seriously think I had something to do with this?” Theo couldn’t believe after everything he’d been through with these people that they still blamed him whenever anything bad happened.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to check. Especially with your history.”

Theo started to get angry now, “I think I have more than proven myself. Derek is probably just off sulking somewhere. The guy’s got issue.”

Meanwhile, across town, a muscle clad Jackson Whittemore began stroking his newly acquired totem. The rhythmic sounds of Derek’s moans poured in from the other room as Ethan slammed in and out of the tiny wolf.

“Music to my ears. And it’s all thanks to you.” Jackson wanted to try something new with the totem, so as he stroked it, he closed his eyes and began picturing someone in mind. The crimson red smoke began pouring from the statue’s mouth. As it spiraled around the room it began taking on a bubble gum pink hue. As quickly as the hue changed the smoke escaped the room anyway it could, seeping through the windows and under the door.

Theo was still defending himself to Isaac, getting angrier and angrier that he was still having to work so hard to prove he’d changed. As the two men spoke, they were so preoccupied they didn’t notice the pink smoke seeping in through Theo’s window.

“People don’t change, Theo.” Smoke began spiraling around Isaac’s feet as he turned to leave. He only made it one step before he slipped on his own pant leg, falling to the ground.

“Are you okay?” Theo said, extending a hand to the other man, once again trying to prove he’d bettered himself. But as he pulled Isaac to his feet, he let out an audible gasp.

“What the fuck?” Isaac shrieked, looking up at the other man. Isaac had always been the taller of the two, but from where he stood next to the 5’8 werewolf in front of him, he had to have lost a foot in height.

Smoke began circling rapidly around the shrunken man as his pants fell to the ground. “What the hell is this?” Both men finally seeing the pink smoke as it compressed the smaller man even further. His legs now visible, they could clearly see his muscles smoothing away into soft and supple flesh with no sign of hair. As his shoulders narrowed and his arms gave way his shirt had become more of a dress.

“It looks like those clothes aren’t gonna fit you little guy” Theo chuckled as he lifted Isaac’s arms above his head and pulled the flowing shirt right off. “I think some of my old sweat pants might fit you.” As Theo dug through his dresser, Isaac got a full view of his bulge dwindling away. He’d always been proud of his manhood but as he grabbed hold through his loose boxer briefs he felt the last semblance of masculinity on his body wither to a tiny nub.

Theo found the sweat pants in the bottom of his dresser and turned around, tossing the pants to Isaac. He instinctively caught the pants, letting go of his shrunken member. His hand no longer holding up his underwear, they fell to the floor like the rest of his clothing, giving Theo a full view of his hairless nub.

“Oh wow, I’m guessing that didn’t always look like that?”

“Do you think this is fucking funny? Did you fucking do this?” Isaac’s hand jolted to cover his mouth as he heard the feminine lisp his voice had become. He felt his lips begin to fill as they pressed against his hand, softening and becoming hyper sensitive. As he pulled them away, it became clear to Theo that Isaac’s lips had not only grown but become a rosy pink.

“How would I have even done this?” Theo laughed. “And it’s not funny, kind of cute, though.”

Isaac blushed at the statement. He’d never noticed Theo’s looks before, but he started to feel a strong attraction to the other man. The muscles. The smile. He tried to shake it off, but his nub shot up to its full two inches. Confused and embarrassed, he quickly pulled the sweat pants on to hide his shame, but once he got past his legs, he couldn’t pull the sweats up any farther.

“Need some help with that?” Theo reached placed his hands on the elastic of the sweats and helped pull them up, discovering the source of the problem as he did. “Holy shit, your ass is huge!”

“What?!” Isaac yelped as Theo grabbed a handful of the new ghetto booty. Isaac reached back and felt it himself. His perky bubble had blown up into two massive mounds of jiggling fat. Theo used all his strength to pull the sweats over the gargantuan cheeks, pulling the smaller man into frame. Their bodies pressed together, Theo felt the rock hard nub against his leg.

“Need some help with that, too?” Theo ran his hand through Isaac’s wavy hair, watching it lighten as he did so. Isaac tried to fight his feelings, but the other man’s tight, muscular embrace was too much for him to resist. Theo slowly caressed his hand down the smaller man’s frame, settling with a firm grasp on his giant rear end. Isaac arched his back and began gyrating his cheeks into Theo’s hand before spinning himself around and grinding into the stronger man’s crotch.

“Looks like it worked. Welcome to the pack, Isaac,” Jackson laughed from the doorway. But neither of them noticed, completely lost in each other’s bodies. They moved to the bed as Jackson continued to watch. As Theo entered between Isaac’s massive cheeks, the spiraling pink smoke drifted away from the tiny twink and began to engulf Theo.

“Enjoy him while you can, Theo. You’ll be joining the pack soon enough.”

#fan fiction #twinkification #twink wolf #muscle theft #butt growth #straight to gay #cock shrink #my work

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Squad Goals

Jack smirked and snapped the selfie with his phone. With a pic like this, he’d have some pussy in a few hours tops. He threw it up on his socials before tossing his phone onto his bed, then just stood in front of his mirror, flexing.

Life was good. Three months into college and he’d been having a blast. Scoring girls almost every night, partying with his bros, plus he was dominating in wrestling, so he was sure his athletic scholarship would be getting renewed. And tonight? Tonight would be legendary. He was going out with his best bros, Kyle, Steve, and Tom and Tom had promised it would be a night to remember.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door to Jack’s door. His smirk broadened into a grin. That would be the guys now! Jack sauntered over to the door, swinging it open.

“Whaaaat up, bros? You’re- oh, the fuck…” Jack started energetically, before trailing off. He’d been expecting his bros, but standing in his door instead, acting like they fucking own the place, had to be three of the biggest fags he’d ever seen on campus.

“Jackie, doll!” The one on the right squealed, “We’ve come to fetch you babe. Ya ready?”

“Obviously he’s NOT ready, T! Boy’s not even got his panties on! Like, I told you we were running early,” the one on the right sassily retorted, propping one hand on his slender hip.

“I seriously don’t mind this view, though…” the middle twink bashfully added, lisping, “Like…don’t mind us, Jackie. You take your sweet time getting ready.

“The fuck are you fags and where the fuck do you think you get off talking to me like that?” Jack growled at the twinks, but under his anger there was a growing confusion. These three were fucking flowers, but they almost looked…familiar?

“Jackie, babe. It’s us. Your besties?” the right twink looked at Jack over the rim of his green-tinted shades. “Like, duh! It’s me, Tommy! And Kylie and Stevie, obvi!” Tommy flicked a limp wrist toward the left and middle twinks in turn.

“What the…” Jack gasped, a horrified look spreading across his face. It couldn’t be! “Nice try, but cut the shit, fairies! You…you may look a bit like my bros, but there’s no way! Tom’s one of the biggest guys in the gym! And Kyle and Steve are heavyweights in wrestling like me!”

“Like eww, sports,” the right twink, Kylie, gagged before giggling, “Though I admit…I do miss fondling all those hunky guys.

“Saaaame, girl,” the middle twink, Stevie, agreed, lisping yet again.

“Babe, I promise its us. Like would I lie to you? Remember? Tonight is supposed to be legendary!” Tommy smirked before taking a step into the room. “And oh, honey. It will be.”

Jack backed up, horrified. Still smirking, Tommy took another few steps into the room. Giggling behind him, Stevie and Kylie followed and shut the door.

“The fuck…how can it be you guys? You were all twice as big yesterday! Not to mention straight…” Jack trailed off.

“Hah, you know, that’s a funny story…” Kylie said as he shot a glare toward Tommy. “Turns out that Tommy here was never as straight as he claimed to be. He fucked some twink behind the gay bar two days ago and then boom! Next day he wakes up a toooootal fag himself! Imagine my surprise when he knocked on my dorm looking like this!”

“Pssh, bitch, don’t act like you didn’t love it! You sure fucked me like you did!” Tommy shot back, making Kylie blush. He ran his hands down his slender chest and stomach. “Besides…now that I’ve gotten used to it, like I feel fabulouth!”

“Fuck…” Jack muttered, not knowing what else to say. He backed up a few steps further, falling back onto his bed.

“Oh…” Tommy was grinning devilishly, “We’ll get to that. See, babe, like…I don’t fully get what happened, but that twink I fucked? Must’ve been like magic or a curse or something to make me into this flaming comet. Whatever it is, it must be catching, though! Because when I woke up and was craving dick sooo badly, I found Kylie here and had him fuck me. Then poof! Kylie’s a fag, just like me! Then he was craving dick, too, so obvi we found Stevie and turned him out, too.”

Jack stared at Steve…or Stevie. The blushing twink was eyeing Jack hungrily. Now that he had fully stepped into the room, Jack noticed that unlike the other two, Steve still had a bit of muscle to him. His thighs a little thicker, his pecs a little meatier, at least compared to the other two.

“Soooo, you see, Jackie…” Tommy droned on, “We’ve learned a couple of things! Like, apparently, the most recent convert is just increeeedibly thirsty for cock after they come over.” Tommy giggled. “And also…like, the more guys you fuck, the twinkier you get!”

Stevie took another step toward Jack. “And Stevie here…he’s awfully hungry, Jackie…” Tommy intoned ominously.

“St-Stay the FUCK away from me, you fags!” Jack shouted, backpedaling on his bed. No way he was gonna become a fag like these guys!

Tommy sighed. “Give it a rest please, Jackie. There’s one other thing I’ve figured out…this curse or whatever?” Tommy smiled sweetly. “Like, it makes us irresistible, babe! All the guys want us! I mean…think about it, hon. If you really wanted away from us…big strong boy like you, wouldn’t you be gone by now?”

Jack opened his mouth to retort, but found that he had nothing to say. Shit. He tried to will himself up, away from these fairy former friends of his…but no matter how much he willed it, he found that he just couldn’t move.

Well, at least most of him wasn’t moving. Dread etched into his face, Jack looked down to find that his dick was inexplicably getting hard, causing his towel to tent upward.

The twinky trio smirked and with that each boy began to remove their tiny speedos. David nearly gagged. The twinks were hard, too, though it looked like none of them had a dick over 3 inches long. He was sure that they’d all once been bigger.

“See, babe? Toooootally irresistible, even to straighties!” Tommy giggled. “But don’t worry! You won’t be straight for long! After all…us four? We’re a toootal squard and like, it’s time you rejoined us!”

Tommy braced himself as the twinks dove onto him.

“Fuck…no…fuck…” Jack moaned. Tommy and Kylie had each latched onto a pec with their mouths and were sucking expertly on Jack’s nipples as they grinded their twinkish bodies into Jack’s stomach and sides. Every now and again he’d feel a little wet pinprick, which Jack realized was the two twinks’ dicks poking up against his stomach or hips.

“Remember…Kylie…” Tommy said between licks, “As yummy as he is…Stevie gets the main course.”

Jack gasped, looking up over the heads of the two writhing twinks to see Stevie standing on the edge of the bed, between Jack’s legs. Despite everything, his towel had managed to stay on this whole time, but it didn’t look like that would be the case for much longer.

Moving like a feral beast, Stevie yanked Jack’s towel, undoing the knot and with that, all 7 inches of Jack’s cock sprung upward. Stevie’s eyes locked right onto it, following it as hypnotically bobbed back and forth from Tommy and Kylie’s licking and grinding.

“Steve…please, man…I don’t wanna be a fag…” Jack pleaded. This broke Stevie out of his cock hunger, if only for a moment. He smiled almost kindly at Jack.

“Don’t worry, Jackie. It doesn’t take long. And you learn to love it, I swear!” Stevie wrapped one of his dainty hands around Jack’s dick, making him gasp. “Though I don’t think I could resist even if I wanted to, Jackie…I’m soooo… hungry!”

And with that, Stevie dove in. Jack’s eyes widened as he felt his friends warm mouth wrap around his dick, then begin bobbing up and down. Up and down. Every now and again, the twink would glance sultrily upward toward Jack.

And Jack couldn’t lie to himself. That breathy, starry-eyed look as Stevie slobbered over his meat nearly fucking made his come then and there.

Hell. If this was how he was going down, he might as well at least enjoy himself right? Soon as that thought came into his head, Jack found that he could move again. He took each muscled arm and shoved them down on Tommy’s and Kylie’s heads, forcing them to suck even more forcefully on his pecs.

“Fuck…fuck yeah, you twinks! You like that, huh? A top who’ll put you in your place?!” Jack growled, his dick twitching as the two twinks moaned in reponse.

“And you…” Jack growled, reaching down toward Stevie, “Fucking take it all, you bitch” Jack shoved Stevie’s head down so that Jack’s length was fully inside him.

Jack grinned, reveling in the sight of the dominated twink. And that’s when he noticed it. Stevie was changing.

As he bobbed up and down on Jack’s dick, Jack saw that Stevie’s shoulders were drawing inward. His light pecs were flattening out. And his ass, the boy’s ass was growing…filling in with fat that made the two globes jiggle as Stevie worked up and down on Jack’s dick.

That ass.

“That ass…fuck! I need that ass!” Jack shouted, suddenly, throwing Kylie and Tommy off of him and reaching down to pull Stevie up onto his bed in one swift motion. The dazed twink stared up at Jack and Jack saw that even his features had become twinkier. Stevie had a button nose and his hair…it had always been platinum, right? Not wasting any more time, though, Stevie flipped and offered his growing bubble butt to Jack. Moving almost instinctually, Jack groped Stevie’s cheeks, then in one quick movement, plunged his dick inside.

“Ugh…” Stevie moaned, “Jackie…go easy on me, babe.” Jack paid the twink no mind. It was like he was on auto-pilot. He began to piston his cock in Stevie’s ass, ignoring the small part of his mind that was screaming for him to stop, that soon he’d be past the point of no return.

“Aww…I was hoping for more of a taste…” Jack was vaguely aware of Kylie off to the side as he said this. From his other side, he heard a sigh. Tommy.

“Me, too, hon…me, too…this may be a record. In the end, Jackie here didn’t put up much of a fight.”

Some small part of Jack felt outraged at this statement, but he quickly brushed this part of him aside. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt thrusting into Stevie’s newly fattened ass. As faggy as this was, somehow, when he was fucking this twink, Jack had never felt so manly.

“Fuuuuuuck yeeeah!!” Jack shouted, flexing his biceps as he continued to pump into Stevie. “Get ready, fag. I’m about to breed your athhole!” Jack starting thrusting even faster into Stevie, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d lisped the last word.

Off to the side, Tommy and Kylie smirked, each twink touching himself as they watched the show. It was about to happen.

Jack reached down with both hands to pull Stevie’s hair, causing the twink to moan even more, not noticing how his arms were rapidly deflating.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck….” Jack muttered, feeling himself edging closer to coming, not noticing how his voice ratcheted upward in tone with each “fuck.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

It was getting strangely harder for Jack to keep his balance as he fucked Stevie. He’d always been a top-heavy guy…or so he thought, as he felt a droplet of sweat run down his slender chest. But he was feeling almost…bottom-heavy all of a sudden. It almost felt like his own ass was starting to jiggle as much as Stevie’s.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“I…think thomething’s wrong with me…” Jack lisped. He was still fucking Stevie, but he was starting to get fucking tired. “I…ahh!”

And with that, Jack came and as he came, it was almost like he could feel his cock contracting inside Stevie’s asshole, like it was growing…smaller.

Jackie - that was his name, right? - though about this only briefly before he promptly collapsed.

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“Pleeeeease, somebody fuck me!” Jackie whined, prancing through his dorm room half-dressed and glowering at his friends.

“Jackie, we’ve been over this, babe,” Tommy said with a sigh. He was entwined with Kylie on Jackie’s bed, both twinks still feeling sluggish after a night of playing with and sucking each other off. “There’s a lot we do…but topping isn’t one of those things, sweety!”

Jackie flipped Kylie off, before desperately turning to Stevie. “Please, Stevie? I fucked you last night, so you owe me one!” The lounging Stevie gave Jackie a tired look. Being fucked by Jackie last night had twinkified him even further.

“And you know that I appreciate that, doll, really!” Stevie mewled as he stretched out in a pair of Jackie’s briefs he’d claimed for himself, “But it doesn’t work that way! Once you come over to this side, it’s all about getting fucked, not fucking!”

Jackie crossed his arms and pouted.

“Yeth, I thee that,” he lisped. “Well, then…I need to find a guy to FUCK me! And thooner rather than later, pleath! Tho hurry up ladies, we need to go on the prowl for dick!”

Jackie turned, pausing as he caught sight of himself in his room’s mirror. He was a total twink. His face was boyish now with big lips and big eyes.His shoulders had narrowed considerably and much of his muscle had evaporated away, save for his abs. His dick was tiny now, too, but thankfully he could still fit in most of his underwear thanks to the growth he’d experienced in his ass.

“Thstill kind of thmall, though…” Jackie pouted, waggling his butt as he stared at his reflection, “Though if I could just find the right guy…hmm.”

Jackie turned and pranced back toward his friends. A minute or two of searching and he found his phone sandwiched between Kylie and Tommy in the sheets of his bed. He opened his phone to see the selfie he’d taken yesterday.

And then he scowled. “Eww…like gross, I looked like a total caveman…” he muttered, “Kinda hot, though…reminds me a bit of Brad, that sexy RA…” Suddenly, Jackie lit up! That was it! He turned to his friends, grinning devilishly.

“Ok, girls, listen up! You remember Bradley, from down the hall? I think it’s time we add him to our squad…”

#so good #give this bro a follow #definitely amazing things to come

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The Bachelor

Thank you @texanstrongjake for the idea!

“After our beloved bachelor here, Colton, shocked the world with his announcement, we decided he deserved another chance at love.” Chris Harrison stood next to the recently outed former bachelor, Colton Underwood. “Are you excited to give it another chance, Colton?”

“I am. Thank you for this opportunity, Chris.”

“In the spirit of our returning bachelor, we decided to have all of our contestants this season be returning bachelors!”

“Wait what? I thought I was the only bachelor to come out? Were there others?” Colton was surprised and intrigued to hear he wasn’t the only one.

“Oh you were.” Colton’s head dropped a little, were they planning on having him go a second round with the ladies? “We approached some of our previous bachelors with a little monetary proposition.” Chris turned to the camera as he continued to explain, “Now there were some obvious obstacles we had to overcome. With Colton here being our only male member of the lgbt community to be a bachelor, we had to make some adjustments to the previous contestants.”

“Adjustments?” Colton asked, a quizzical look on his face.

“That’s right, Colton! With a little help from a friend of ours, we were able to put some of our former stars through a little procedure. There were some side effects we didn’t expect, but this should be a pretty exciting season!”

“Side effects?”

“Oh don’t you worry, Colton, we think this should be pretty fun for you. Let’s let the work speak for itself. Jakey, come on out!”

Suddenly a very short and tight bodied man walked out onto the set in nothing but his underwear. Colton recognized the man as Jake Pavelka. Only Pavelka was from season six of the bachelor and had to be in his forties. This guy looked twenty years younger and half a foot shorter.

“Is that Jake Pavelka?” Colton had the hots for this muscular man back when he was running from himself. Now he couldn’t believe the little twink standing in front of him was that same pinnacle of masculinity.

“Well he goes by ‘Jakey’ now, but you are on the money! You must have been a fan.” Chris winked at the camera. “Jakey, why don’t you give us a spin.”

“Yes, sir.” Jakey lifted up his skinny arms to show off his tight midsection then slowly spun his body for the camera. He paused when he was aimed away from the camera and gyrated his hips while he dropped a little low. Colton’s mouth salivated as he saw the bubbly buns doing a slow twerk for the camera.

“Anddddd cut! Alright Colton, any more questions while the cameras aren’t running?”

“Yeah, Chris, I’ve got a lot. How did you do this? How did you get these guys to agree to this?” Colton asked, still staring at Jake’s ass as he continued to gyrate his hips.

“Well, I don’t know much about how the procedure works. But the show was actually going to be very different this season. The guys agreed because the winner was going to get to choose between you and a sweet million dollars, and everyone was going to go back to normal after elimination. But we didn’t realize until after everything was set in motion that the procedure was, well, a one way street.”

“You guys were just going to play me?”

“Well, you played the ladies. So we thought it would be a funny reversal. But really everything worked out for you. These guys are insatiable now, and they aren’t going back. Look at this slut, he’s still performing. The cameras are off. That’s all for you.”

“I didn’t want this, I just wanted a normal relationship.”

“Oh this will be so much better. Let’s get a change of clothes for Jakey here, and let’s bring out some more of the boys to shoot some promo pics.” Five more little twinks walked out onto the set, Colton recognized all of them as former bachelors. “Why don’t you guys take this opportunity to get a little extra time with Colton. Show him why you deserve a rose.”

The twinks began writhing against Colton. One that he recognized as a tiny Ben Higgins pulled Colton’s shirt off. All the men started performing little acts to entice Colton. Chris Soules was spanking himself with a litlle paddle, his massive cheeks jiggling with each slap. Peter Webber grabbed hold of his tiny nub while he reached hit other hand wrist deep inside himself. Ben Flajink and Brad Womack began slow kissing each other, trying to entice Colton to join them.

“Alright guys, cameras ready. Let’s make sure your best side is featured for these promos.” The twinks all turned around so their butts faced the camera. Jakey grabbed hold of Colton’s pec, he was sure that this guy had been a fan of his. He knew he was going to win.

If Jakey had been paying attention to Chris and Colton’s conversation, he would have known the new format for the show. None of the twinks had been filled in on the change of plans, they were all still expecting this to just be a gay phase and to go back to normal once they one their million.

#muscle theft #butt growth #twinkification #jock to twink #height theft

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New Client

“This is the hardest part. But now that you’ve made the decision to focus on your fitness, it’s going to get easier.” Eric followed his new client down the hall as they walked to his personal gym. These rich guys often bought all the equipment themselves even though they had no idea how to use any of it. “With me, all of your goals become my goals. You have no idea what your body is capable of, champ.”

“Yeah I’ve checked out your website. I hear you're the best around,” the client said as he walked over to his gym bag.

“Well that’s because of my dedication. But the progress, that all comes from in you.”

The client rifled through his bag until he pulled out a bottle filled with a bright purple liquid. “My company developed a new energy drink. As a thank you for taking me on as a client, I’d love for you to try it before it hits the market.”

“Uh yeah, thanks.” It wasn’t the first time a client had given him a gift. It definitely wasn’t the weirdest one they’d given him. “Let’s get started with some stretches, and we can discuss what your goals are.”

“Aren’t you gonna try it? I promise, it’s life changing.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I can give it a go. But then let’s talk goals.” Eric opened the bottle and took a swig. “Huh, that tastes pretty damn good.” He took another swig. “Really good. What’s in it?” He took another swig. The bottle was almost gone.

“A little company secret. So about that stretching. I’ve always wanted to try some yoga poses. Mind demonstrating how they work?”

“I guess we can start there.” Eric downed the final drops of the energy drink. It felt like a jolt of electricity was going through his entire body.

“What’s downward dog? I hear people talk about that one a lot.” The client pulled another bottle out of his gym bag. This time it was red. Eric wondered to himself if the red flavor would be as good as the purple had been. He could definitely go for another bottle.

“Oh that’s an easy one. So start by placing your feet firmly on the ground pointed forward, with your hands placed on the floor about shoulder width apart like so.” Eric demonstrated the position. “Then extend your tailbone like so, making an arch. Keep your back straight.” The client walked around behind him, opening the bottle while he did so.

The client watched from behind as Eric’s muscular glutes began rapidly expanding. The pose giving him the perfect view of Eric’s once rock hard cheeks filled out his shorts, a solid layer of jiggling fat coated his new ghetto booty.

“That doesn’t look too hard. What about a baby cobra? What does that look like?” The client said, taking a long drink of the red beverage.

“Oh, that one’s pretty easy, too.” Eric was taken aback, his voice cracked a little as he spoke. He shrugged it off and laid down on the mat. “You just start on your stomach and place your hands flat on the ground next to your shoulders with your elbows tucked in.” Eric kept explaining, his voice still cracking. The client watched from the behind him, it was hard to take his eyes off the giant ass, even in this position it was on full display. But as Eric pulled his chest up off the ground, it became clearly visible that his arms were thinning out. His shirt was looking baggier as his shoulders narrowed out.

“Can you show me what the locust pose looks like?”

“Yeah, of course.” Eric usually took the lead in his trainings, but he was enjoying showing off the simple poses. For some reason he really wanted this client to like him. He caught the client eying him up a little bit. He wasn’t gay, hell he had a fiancé. But he didn’t mind giving a little show if the client wanted it. “It’s kind of like baby cobra, but you lift your arms and your legs this time, not just your upper body. It’s great for your core.”

When Eric lifted his limbs off the mat, the client could see them all thinning out completely. The years of work he’d put into his muscles vanished as his body became smooth. “Hold in your breath for about five seconds while you lift.” Eric’s body began shrinking into itself, as he slid down under 6 foot, rapidly losing inches until he settled somewhere around 5’6’’.

“Did you wanna get down here and try any of these poses?” From his vantage point, Eric still hadn’t noticed the changes in his body. His voice was still cracking, but he just shrugged that off.

“No, I think I’m good on the poses.” The client’s voice was sounding a little deeper. “Mmm, that was delicious. I’m glad they went with the cherry flavor for mine.” Eric started to lift himself up off the mat, when he felt the client’s hand push down on the nape of his back. His hand was huge for how small the man was. “Oh, I didn’t say get up yet, Ricky.”

“I’m sorry.” Eric didn’t know why, but he felt like he’d done something wrong. He didn’t want to upset the client. He wanted to do everything perfect for the client. “I can do another pose for you.”

“I like it when you pose for me, Ricky.” The client’s hand was still on his lower back. Eric felt so good. He was so happy to hear the client liked him. But then it hit him that he said ‘Ricky’.

“Oh,” he said softly, “My name is Eric. But I mean, if you like Ricky I guess that’s fine. Whatever you want to call me.”

“Yeah, you just look so much more like a Ricky. It’s just cuter, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s…” Eric was startled as the client moved his hand down from his back and firmly gripped a handful of Eric’s cheek.

“Oh wow, you definitely don’t skip out on squats, do you?” The client sat down with his legs on either side of Eric and placed his other hand on Eric’s other cheek.

“I like to make sure I’m focusing on every part of my body.” Eric knew he should stop what was happening, but the client’s hands felt so nice, and his legs were so firm wrapped around his body.

“Well, people might not buy that anymore, little guy. But I think you should really keep up on the yoga.” The client wrapped his large hands around Eric’s shrunken torso. As he stood up, he pulled Eric up to his feet with ease. Where they should be standing eye to eye, Eric got a face full of the client’s chest. Except instead of the stick thin rail he had been, the client had a shredded core. His pecs were the size of Eric’s head.

“You weren’t this big…”

“And you weren’t this small. Looks like our newest product is a raging success.” The client lifted Eric’s shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. “Let’s talk about those goals now.” He pulled down Eric’s shorts while Eric eyed up the client’s still expanding muscles. “My first goal is to have you ride me on this workout bench.” The client pulled down his own shorts and whipped out his member. It was already rock hard, but it continued to grow. Eric felt hypnotized looking at it, his own tiny pecker shooting to attention.

“I know the red won’t work on you now, but maybe after this we could see what would happen if we do another dose of purple.”

Thank you to @brandedx2 for the inspiration!

#Muscle Growth #muscle theft #jock to twink #twinkification #butt growth #straight to gay

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Any stories headed our way soon :)

Honestly, been slammed with work and feeling a little writer’s block. But I’ve got a vacation coming up. Hopefully that helps. Got any ideas?

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Just A Prank

“Hey guys, I’ve got something pretty funny in store for you today! Andrew aka LAHFW is staying the week at my place while his gets fumigated. We all know how much he loves pranks and magic...and I found a website dedicated to both!” Stuart walked over to his cupboard and pulled out a bottle. “The website is called ‘Presto’ and they guarantee to deliver. I ordered this bottle of ‘Presto: Hair-B-Gone’ and swapped it out for Andrew’s body wash. This should be great!”

“What the hell?!” The sounds of running water in the bathroom came to a halting stop. “Dude what the hell?!” Andrew swung the bathroom door open, glaring at Stuart. He no loner had any hair below his eyes, his body now smoother than the day he was born.”

Still looking at the camera, Stuart chuckled, “Don’t worry, man! It’s just a prank.”

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“Alright guys, Stuart got me pretty bad in that last video. But I found his little website and made an order of mine. He swapped my body wash, so I swapped his!” Andrew lifted two bottles into view, one was the bottle of liquid that had removed all his hair. “This is what he used, so I figured I’d have to do him one better. This bottle is called ‘Double Bubble Bath’ it’s supposed to have some pretty cheeky side effects.”

The shower turned off and the bathroom door slammed loudly. The sounds of dresser doors repeatedly opening and slamming closed came from Stuart’s room and Andrew burst out laughing. “Having some troubles in there bud?”

“I think you know I am!” Stuart yelled back. “I can’t find anything that fits!’

Ten minutes passed, with just the sounds of Stuart grunting in pain as Andrew laughed hysterically. Then suddenly, the door to Stuart’s room opened.

“Very funny.” Stuart was standing there in a pair of gym shortest that looked three sizes too small. “These shorts were the only thing I could fit in.”

“I don’t think the camera can see why, why don’t you give us a little twirl?” Stuart followed suit, slowly doing a 360. His rear end had tripled in size, looking comically big on his otherwise fit frame. The fabric was pulled so tight across his cheeks you could tell he couldn’t find any underwear that still fit.

“I’m going to have to get a whole new wardrobe until this wears off. You know this means war.”

“It’s just a prank, right?”

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“So Andrew took these pranks to a whole new lever, so I really had to step up my game. Lucky for me, I found the perfect thing on ‘Presto’ to knock him down a peg.” As Stuart backed away from the camera, his massive new rear end knocked over the chair behind him. “Oh, sorry guys, this thing still hasn’t gone down.” He leaned down to pick up the chair, unintentionally showing off his bouncing cheeks in the tightest pair of khakis he could fit into. The pants split straight down the middle, showing his underwear to the camera as the video cut away.

The video cut back, and Stuart was now wearing a tight pair of running leggings. “We’re about to go for a run and I slipped something special from ‘Presto’ into his shoes. They’re called ‘Any Flats Soles.’ The description online said they’ll make any pair of shoes into the perfect flats, guaranteed to help you look shorter in any outfit.” Turning his face away from the camera, Stuart yelled, “You almost ready for our run?”

“Yeah, I just can’t find my running shoes. Have you seen them?” Andrew said from off camera.

“They’re in the hall by the backdoor!” Stuart grabbed the camera and took it with him as he walked to the hall to watch his prank unfurl. He got there just in time to see Andrew tying his laces.

“Why do you have the camera, what did you do?” But Andrew’s question was quickly answered as he dropped inch by inch, step by step. By the time he’d walked over to Stuart he was now craning his head to make eye contact with the man he’d previously had to look down at.

“Oh gosh, you’re not even eye level with my shoulders now!” Stuart stuck out his hand and tousled Andrew’s hair. “We better get going! With those short legs this run is going to be way longer.”

Andrew lifted his shirt up, which was hanging to his knees, “I don’t think I’m going to make it very far unless I change.”

“Sucks when you have to buy new clothes,” Stuart turned to his side, showing off his gargantuan mounds in the tight leggings, “You’re probably going to have to check out the children’s section little guy. Don’t worry, it’s just a prank.”

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“So you guys know Stuart and I are in a little bit of a prank war right now, and I definitely got the short end of the stick thanks to his latest video. He’s been calling me little ever since, so I have a little surprise of my own for him.” Andrew lifted up a tank top that looked massive next to his shrunken frame. “This is Stuart’s muscle tank he usually wears to work out. I swapped it out with a very special tank-top I got from ‘Presto.’ Shout out to ‘Presto,’ guys. They caught wind of our feud and actually sent this one free of charge!”

Andrew climbed down off of the stepping stool he’d placed in front of the camera. With his whole body in frame it was clearly visible he was wearing women’s work out sweats, the only ones that would fit right on his new proportions. “You might be noticing the wardrobe, Stuart offered to pick me up some clothes. I’m gonna go grab Stuart, hopefully we don’t miss the show.” Walking away from the camera it became visible the word “Sexy” written in glittery gold was stretched across Andrew’s perky little bubble.

“I’m heading out to my work-out, what do you need to show me,” Stuart said as they walked back into the view of the camera.

“This should only take a second. Oh, the tag is still on your tank, let me get that for you!”

Andrew reached up and pulled the tag off Stuart’s top. “What I’ve had this tank for yea-” The second the tag left his tank Stuart’s body deflated like a balloon letting the air out. Every muscle on his body shrunk down until he was supply smooth all over. The only thing part of his body that didn’t shrink was the ghetto booty that jutted out from his now stick thin body.

“What did you put on my tank-top?”

“That’s not your muscle tank, I swapped it out for a ‘Presto Muscle-less Tank’.”

“Dude. I just got new clothes.”

“It’s just a prank.”

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“Okay, after our latest pranks both Andrew and I needed new clothes. So I went out on another wardrobe run. That gave me the perfect opportunity for my next prank. He’s getting dressed now, so...let’s go see the results!”

Andrew walked out of his room, wearing a pair of women’s jeggings. “Real funny man, did you throw out all my underwear? This was the only thing I could find.” He rolled down his waistband just enough to show off the top off a metallic pink thong. “I’d rather wear my baggy old boxers then this.”

“Well I had to be sure you’d put them on, things feeling roomier?”

“What does that mean? Oh no, what are these supposed to do?” Andrew fled down the hall to examine himself off screen.

“That was a pack of shrinky-dink thongs! You can probably guess at what those do.” Stuart laughed hysterically as Andrew shouted from off screen.

“That’s way too far!”

“It’s just a prank!”

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“Well, for some reason youtube demonetized both of us, so here we are on onlyfans. Get your mind out of the gutter, though! We are still all about the pranks. But this new prank I’ve got is definitely going to be worth the subscription.” Andrew pulled up what looked a normal bottle of baby powder. Before he could explain what it was, Stuart snuck up from behind him.

“What are you doing?” Andrew yelled out. But Stuart wrestled him to the grown. Even without his muscles, he still outweighed Andrew at his diminutive new size. Stuart pinned Andrew to the ground and pulled out the ‘Muscle-less Tank’. Stuart maneuvered so he was sitting against Andrew’s chest shoving the tank over the smaller man’s head. Andrew struggled to no avail. As soon as Stuart pulled both of his hands through the armholes the tank did its thing. Andrew’s muscles faded away almost instantly, but Stuart wasn’t done. He pulled out the bottle of ‘Double Bubble Bath’ and poured it onto the quickly thinning man.

As soon as Stuart stood up, Andrew jumped to his feet and ran to his room. His ever expanding ass swaying as he ran. When he emerged from his room he dived straight for Stuart’s feet, shoving the ‘Any Flats Soles’ into his shoes. Even if though he could just get the tip of the soles in, they worked their magic. Stuart quickly started to shrink down until him and Andrew were on even footing. When they were looking eye to eye, Andrew tried to yank down Stuart’s slacks, but they were caught on his massive posterior. Andrew quickly changed gears and shoved the ‘Shrinky-Dink Thong’ into the pouch of Stuart’s underwear. With how strained his slacks were, the new adjustments to Stuart’s manhood were on full display, even though his clothes were now baggy everywhere else.

Stuart’s body hair started to fall out every below his eyebrows. “When did you?”

“I filled the pouch of the thong!”

Stuart tackled Andrew to the ground as Andrew’s phone started to ring. The phone fell out of his pocket as the two fell to the ground, sliding across the floor the momentum swiped to answer.

“Hey Andrew, it’s Danny! I’m excited for our video today, I’m about five minutes away. Are you there? I can’t hear you. Sorry I must have bad service. Either way, see ya soon dude.”

As they were rolling around on the ground Andrew remembered the most recent prank he was going to pull. He jumped up to grab the powder and the label ‘Gay-by Powder’ became visible to the camera. Before he could get it opened Stuart tackled him to the ground and wrestled the bottle out of his hands. They continued rolling around on the ground, each wrestling the bottle out of the other’s hand before either could get it open.

Danny knocked on the front door but no one answered. He’d known Andrew long enough though to feel comfortable letting himself in. But what he saw inside wasn’t the Anderw he knew. Instead, he saw two slim yet thicc men rolling around on the floor, fighting over something he couldn’t make out. When the two guys flipped positions, and he could see their faces, he was taken aback that it was Andrew and Stuart wrestling on the ground.

“What the hell happened to you two?”

Stuart was startled by the sudden shock of being caught in this compromising position, and Andrew took full advantage, grabbing the bottle. He couldn’t get the bottle to open with his dainty new hands, so he put his whole body into it. The force of it finally opening shot the powder all over the room, coating all three men.

As the powder cleared, the two little twinks writhing on the ground had climbed to their feet. Danny was no longer looking down on the men with shock, but with lust. The twinks first locked eyes with each other before turning their cute faces up to the young jock standing between them. Danny took charge of the situation and ripped the slacks pants off both the other men. He pulled the little twinks into his arm as his pats began to tent.

“I don’t know what this is,” Danny grabbed each of the twinks by their jiggling cheeks, “but I think I’m going to have a handful with the two of you.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on Stuart’s rosy lips, as he slipped a finger into Andrew’s crevice. Pulling his face away, he whispered, “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?”

“It’s just a prank,” Andrew said between moans. “Good thing we’re on only fans.” Andrew sat the empty container on the desk by the camera, and the label came clearly into focus. “Warning: Do not mix Presto Products. Mixing products may permanently extend the effects.”

#height theft #muscle theft #butt growth #straight to gay #twinkification #jock to twink

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Gym Bunny

“That guy was just a prick, don’t worry about it, Chad.”

“No, Tanner, no one talks to me that way. Especially not some roided out asshole. We’re picking up my kit from home, and then we are swinging back to the gym.”

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Chad and Tanner had been working out earlier that morning, wanting to look their best for their annual Easter Bash. Really it was just an excuse to get wasted off their parent’s dime. The two rich kids were used to get treated a certain way, so when they hadn’t expected anyone to tell them off for blaring their music.

“Turn that shit down,” the man had said. “Put in some headphones if you want to listen to music.”

“Dude calm down, it just gets us pumped up,” Tanner had responded. “It’s not hurting anyone.”

“I shouldn’t have to hear that shit, and neither should anyone else. Just use your headphones.”

“Okay, how much money to get you to fuck off?” Chad asked.

“Oh you’re that kinda douche, you think having money means you can do whatever you want. Well no amount of money is going to make you real men.” As he left the two with their jaws dropped, he leaned down and turned off their speaker before returning to his workout.

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Chad and Tanner were sat in the parking lot waiting as the body builder from before finally left the gym. As they spotted him, Chad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device.

“Look who it is, Tanner.”

“Did you two seriously wait out here for me? I’m not looking to fight someone half my size.” The man started laughing as he walked past the two guys, heading to his car. Before he could get to his car though, Chad pressed a button on his device and the man froze in place.

“What was it you said? No amount of money could make us what, a real man?” Chad said, as he pressed another button. Though the man couldn’t move, the panic was visible in his eyes as years of hard work disappeared and his body began to smooth out.

“So what do you want to do this gym bunny, Chad?” Tanner asked, eying up the more slender athlete in front of them.

“I think you just gave me an idea. He’s gonna help keep the theme of the party.”

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“Alright, I just programmed in a few more changes. Everything should be set, thanks for letting me add some changes of my own, Chad.”

“Course bro, I saw the way you were looking at him. Come on down, Bunny Boy, the part should be starting soon!”

The much shorter body builder walked down the stairs, perfectly balancing a drink tray as he did. He was dressed in fishnet stockings and a black leotard, with a little bunny tail and matching ears to fit the Easter theme. Both the boys laughed hysterically at the site, they couldn’t hold themselves together.

“Take of the personality settings for a second, Tanner,” Chad instructed.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” The short man yelled.

“You’re going to be the drink service for our party tonight, we couldn’t have some massive hulk scaring our guests, so we had to make you a little more compact.”

“Give me back my muscles! Now!”

“You heard him, Tanner. Give him some muscles.” Tanner typed on the device and the man’s pecs began to expand. With the rest of his body staying the same, the massive muscles tits growing on the man’s chest looked even more pronounced. They pushed out against the leotard, creating firm and meaty cleavage.

“Chad, I think it might be hard for him to balance that tray all night now. Being so top heavy and what not. Maybe we should help him with that balance.”

“What did you have in mind, Tanner?”

“Let’s help him gain some balance.” Tanner started typing on the device as the bunny boy’s glutes began to expand. Quickly they became to massive globes off flesh, stretching out the fishnet stockings and almost eating the leotard. His little bunny tail sat gently on his shelf like ass. Brushing against his rear, he now realized the tail wasn’t an attachment, but a part of his body.

“Damn Chad, I think it would be a shame for him to just be a waiter, I think he should be the entertainment tonight. At least after the party is over.”

“Fuck Tanner, with that hourglass figure, I might just give this one a try.”

#straight to gay #feminization #butt growth #chest growth #height theft #muscle theft #bunny boy

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Go Vikings!

“Go Vikings!!” Nowadays you could read that sentence all around the building, posters and banners plastering every meter of the hallways and even mostly of the exteriors. And what for? Only because the college’s football team, the Orsonville Vikings, were about to win the national championship. Sure that was impressive, but it’s not like all the other students were total losers. The best example for that was Lugh, the Vikings’ water boy. But of course that wasn’t his whole identity. Being the smart little ginger guy he was, he excelled in his chemistry classes. In fact Lugh was so smart that he had participated in the International Chemistry Championship and even scored among the top 3.

But Orsonville’s college was completely focused on their football team, ignoring all other accomplishments from students who didn’t have the skill to participate in the sport. Not like anyone could hold up with the team members. Every single one of them looked like someone had distilled the team name into human form, resulting in a roster of insanely tall, muscular men with golden blond hair and thick beards. And as the team’s waterboy Lugh knew that the team had another trait running for them, a trait that usually entered the room far before them. And no, that didn’t mean the insanely big pecs they all owned, giving them trouble to see their clown feet without having to bend over. It instead referred to the impressive set of genitals they all had. Big bloated bull nuts and cocks that would make true Viking’s hammers look tiny by comparison.

Lugh had just accepted it long ago. Having huge Viking looking guys in your school was just a side effect of living in Minnesota, where basically everyone looked like a Norse god made flesh. Everyone except Lugh. Even though his parents had named him after the Celtic warrior god of oaths, truth and law, he had always been tiny compared to his Viking classmates. He was just the stereotypical ginger twink you’d find everywhere. He had really hoped to break the spell when hitting puberty, maybe growing tall and brawny. But even though he had gone to the gym religiously and tried out a myriad of methods to fasten his growth, puberty had just passed him by, leaving Lugh with a short, skinny body. It was just unfair. Lugh had gone to the gym far more than anyone on the football team and while he hadn’t gained any muscle at all, the Vikings were just gaining mass like crazy, even though they were rarely seen seriously training at the gym.

Deciding he needed a break from all the hype over the upcoming football game, the skinny ginger made his way towards the city’s public pool. he normally didn’t like showing off his unimpressive body, but since it was so early he figured that he’d be pretty much alone there. It was only a short way away from his flat and so barely 5 minutes after Lugh had left his thick chemistry books behind, he walked into the locker room of the pool, a sportsbag with his new blue swimming trunks strapped over his pigeon chest. But when he opened the door his hopes of some nice time at the pool died.

The changing room was filled with team members of the Orsonville Vikings, most of them butt naked at this point and proudly strutting around so everyone could see their amazing bodies and insanely fat cocks. Some of the men had already squeezed their horsedicks into obscenely tight speedos, that did nothing to conceal their farm animal sized sets of genitals. Suddenly the thought of spending time at the pool didn’t seem so good anymore. Lugh didn’t want to have to look at these Norse gods show off their gods and make him look even paler than he already way in comparison. He didn’t want to feel even more inadequate than he already did. And he definitely didn’t want to pop a boner over these amazingly hot guys in public for everyone to see. Lugh had never told anyone, but he was gay and he especially had a thing for the brawny viking kind of guys, which made being around the team members incredibly difficult for him.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but given how some of the team members had already seen and greeted him it would look pretty weird if he left now, so Lugh chose the corner of the room that was the furthest away from the team members and started changing. He cursed his genes sometimes. Lugh had the feeling that since he was ginger he could never grow nearly as big as these guys with their viking heritage. Frustrated Lugh just uttered: “I wish I wouldn’t feel so inadequate next to these fucking Vikings.” and all of a sudden the world shifted as this wish became reality. Not just for Lugh and the team, but for the whole world.

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Lugh had to bend his knees as he heaved his python of a dick into his new swimming trunks. With his bull nuts already taking up a lot of the space in there this was already a difficult task when his cock was completely soft, but stuffing his hammer in there when the tool was hardening was pretty nigh impossible. He tried to concentrate on fluffy kittens and over stuff to stop the thing from going completely steelpipe and after some more struggle to get the trunks to sit right he was ready to step out into the open.

Getting changed had been insanely difficult given that the Orsonville Vikings had been there too, the whole team of sexy vikings. It had taken Lugh all of his willpower to not pop a boner right the moment he had walked into the changing room full of twinks. It wasn’t rare for the college’s gymnastics team to go to the pool together, but Lugh had hoped he could evade them at this time. The massive ginger just had a thing for these little vikings, from their long blond locks to their lithe, small muscles. And of course there were the balloon asses that were at the center of the viking stereotype.

It was kinda funny how the clichees about Norse looking guys were all true. They all had amazing bubble butts, that felt awesome on Lugh’s fat elephant dick, all had plump lips and basically bottomless throats, that were essentially made to give amazing blowjobs to bigger men (meaning everyone) and of course they all had the perfect twink looks, that drove Lugh crazy.

Then again the massive ginger was one to talk about stereotypes, being one himself. Like all Celt guys he was as tall as a tree and built like a brick wall. And of course he had the fat shank of fuck meat that was slowly hardening down his right leg, threatening to rip the trunks to shreds. That was also why he had to buy a new pair like everytime he went to the pool, there was always some sexy twink there that made his monster harden.

As his horsecock began to harden, the members of the Orsonville Vikings that were lounging around the pool got hungry looks in their eyes. All of them knew firsthand that Lugh could put his tool to good use and all of them wanted him to show them again. The Celt just sighed. He had wanted to visit to get some time off from fucking the gymnasts, which was his task as the team’s water boy. he had also wanted to escape the hype for the next competition of the gymnastics team. They were insanely successful and or the whole college these competitions were pretty much the most important thing. Nobody even cared if someone else had success in other fields. Lugh was the perfect example for that. He had just won against countless other guys in a weightlifting competition, earning himself a national champion title and was a pretty successful amateur bodybuilder.

The massive ginger just picked up two of the nearest athletes and threw him over his meaty shoulders. They wanted “Fragarach” and they’d get it. Lugh just chuckled to himself. His numerous fucks had nicknamed his footlong cumcannon after the sword of Celtic god whose name he had and he had to admit he kinda liked it. With his powerful baritone he exclaimed “Go Vikings!”, before carrying the two eager twinks to a more secluded area. He just hoped an hour of hard jackhammer pounding would be enough to satisfy each of them.

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For the T.H.B : Hugh Jackman, Henry Cavill and joe magliano.

“I got these pills from the Chrises, they said they’ve had their best parties using them.” Henry pulled a bag of multicoloured pills out his suit pocket.

Joe and Hugh each took one of the pills from the younger man. Joe looked at the pill begrudgingly. “I don’t know guys, this really seems like something you would do in your twenties.”

“Oh come on Joe, I’ve almost got a decade on you. Age is all in your head.” Hugh washed his pill back with a swig of bourbon, then passed the bottle over to Henry. Henry followed suit and passed the bottle over to Joe.

“Okay fine, I’ll do it.” Joe reluctantly took the bottle and took a swig, then dropped the pill into his mouth and downed it. “So how do we know it’s working?”

“Chris Evans said it depends on which pill you take, but typically it starts with an all over body heat.” Hugh couldn’t tell if it was psychosomatic or not, but as soon as Henry said those words his entire body felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t take the heat and started to strip off his suit jacket. The other most have gotten hot as well, as they started stripping off their jackets, too. As sweat dripped down his chest, Hugh’s pecs started to inflate. The muscles all over his body began to flex back and forth while the fat seemingly evaporated away.

Joe started to freak out, not realizing the drugs were going to do something this intense. He wiped the sweat from his pecs and felt them start to expand. His muscles started exploding across his body, but slowly those muscles started to sag as a more than healthy layer of fat started to fill out his frame. The former Magic Mike watched as his once sculpted torso grew into a massive barrel while his muscular thighs exploded with rippling fat. He almost didn’t get his pants off in time, as even his underwear were pushed to their limits by his gargantuan new ass, Though he’d lost the cut definition he was used to, the sheer size of his muscles more than made up for it. He’d never felt this strong before.

Henry watched in awe. “You guys are so swole!” He stood there waiting. So excited to feel the muscles pour into his already athletic frame. But as he stared at his compatriots he saw them begin to skyrocket above him in height. While they were in fact growing, Henry didn’t realize he was shrinking at the same right. His muscles looking even more tight on his more diminutive frame, but that was short lived. As the sweat poured out of his body, his hard earned muscles melted away as well, pouring out of his pores. His six pack abs gave way to a smooth little tummy as his pectorals flattened down to nothing. His remaining clothes dropped straight of his body, leaving him completely in the buff. He reached down to hide his shame and grabbed hold of his package just in time to feel it dwindling against his more feminine hands.

“Well aren’t you cute.”Joe chuckled down at his smaller friend, suddenly feeling more domineering. As he snickered, the laugh lines spread across his faces. His hair started to grey as his beard gained some salt and pepper. He quickly added another decade, while the opposite happened to the two men next to him. Hugh’s face lost all signs of aging, smoothing out into a younger but still rugged visage, looking like himself in his thirties. While the 37-year-old Henry who already looked good for his age now looked barely in his 20s. Henry’s lips filled out as his eyelashes grew long and fluttering.

As Henry turned away from his friends to hide his ever dwindling package, they both took site of his tight bubbling butt. The heat was still coursing through their bodies, and the site of his pert little buns made them realize how they could finally satiate that heat.

The now older Joe reached down and with one fell swoop, scooped the tiny Superman into his arms. “I think I get why the Chrises love this stuff so much.” Cradling Henry in his arms, Joe planted a kiss on the tiny man’s lips and placing one finger against his shrunken member. “Well, that things smaller than my thumb now, not gonna be much help to us.” Henry didn’t know what was more humiliating, being lifted up like a baby, his shrunken dick being on full display, or that it rocketed to attention the second he felt Joe’s hands against it.

“Let me feel those soft lips, Joe.” Hugh wanted in on the action, so Joe dropped the little twink to the ground as Hugh pulled out his massive member. Henry couldn’t help control himself, he felt like his body was on autopilot. As he impaled his throat on the meat in front of him, he felt something enter him from behind. Spitroasting the little twink, the two giant men leaned in for a kiss. “Do we know how long these are going to last?”

“Well, we’ve got the whole bag. So it can last as long as this little bitch can take it.”

#Himboification #bearification #twinkification #Muscle Growth #muscle theft #age regression #age progression #my work #thb #let's play a game

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Chris Evans, Tom Holland, and a curious gift Chapter 1

(Hey there, finally going to work on posting my stories on here as well as DeviantArt and Archive of our Own. Hope you enjoy just a taste of what I’ve got to offer. More will be coming in the future!! For now please enjoy the story bellow)

Chris Evans was walking Dodger when he heard his phone ping. He checked his phone and smiled when he saw that he’d gotten a text from Tom Holland. “Hey there, I’ve got some free time today, mind if I come over?”

Chris quickly shot back a response, “No problem at all, I’m just finishing walking Dodger, be home in about 15 minutes.” Chris looks at Dodger who was sniffing around. “Hey buddy, we’ve got a guest coming over, you ready to see Uncle Tom?” Dodger’s tail starts wagging a mile a minute. He barks excitedly and jumps up on Chris’ legs as Chris ruffles his ears. “Let’s get home quickly so I can freshen up before he comes over.” Dodger and Chris break into a run as they quickly head home. As they approach Chris notices a gift basket on his doorstep. Dodger sniffs it for a moment before he sits and looks at Chris, his tail wagging, waiting for him to open the door.

Chris shrugs as he grabs the basket and he opens the door for Dodger who quickly shoots in to get some water. Chris puts the gift basket on his kitchen island before he looks at Dodger. “Alright buddy, try and calm down a bit, don’t want you knocking Tom over when he gets here…again.” Dodger huffed as he jumped up and laid on the couch giving Chris a noticeably clear look of “whatever”.

Chris quickly showers and dresses himself in a comfortable pair of boxers, shorts, and a shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and chest. He looks at himself in the mirror, glad that he was able to keep a short beard and his hair at a medium length for his new movie. He headed into the living room and Dodger perked up as he walked into the room. “Hey buddy, he’ll be here soon so don’t fret.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s ears and leans down to kiss the top of his head.

Standing he remembers about the gift basket and walks over to take a better look at it. There wasn’t a gift tag, but it was wrapped with care, a large basket with brightly colored red and green wrap. He unties the ribbon on top and opens it up, revealing a large bottle inside with a red liquid. He picks it up and sees a label that says DRINK ME. “What else are you supposed to do with this stuff?” He opens the bottle, and it smells like a sweet cherry punch. He goes to take a quick sip and he gets a mouthful. He swallows it down, enjoying the cherry taste. As he puts the bottle down, he notices a dozen cookies with EAT ME on them. “Huh that’s weird but keeping with the theme.” He picks up a cookie and looks at it and notices that it is more like a tea biscuit than a traditional cookie.

Chris puts the biscuit down, figuring Tom will enjoy them more. He grabs a glass, filling it with the cherry drink. He quickly drinks from the glass polishing half of it off before he stops and refills the glass. “Guess I was thirsty. Well, this should fix that.”

Then he hears his doorbell go off and Dodger takes off towards it barking and whining excitedly. Chris quickly follows, getting Dodger to sit as he unlocks and opens the door. Chris doesn’t even get time to say hello before Dodger jumps up excitedly and promptly knocks Tom down, giving him lots of kisses. Chris chuckles, shaking his head from side to side. “Dangit, Dodger…I told you not to do that.”

Tom just chuckles as Dodger kisses him and gently pushes him off. “I’m excited to see you too bud, maybe not quite as excited as you.”

Chris grabs Dodger gently and pulls him off the rest of the way. “I told him not to do that but as we both know dogs-” “Dogs don’t always listen, especially when they’re excited.” Tom interjects, smiling at Chris getting up and fixing his outfit; jeans, and a loose-fitting t-shirt with the image of Spider-Man holding Captain America’s shield, clearly captured from Civil War.

“That’s an interesting shirt choice?” Chris says. Tom looks down at it and then smiles at Chris as shrugging. “It’s a new one I got from a fan, didn’t think of the irony of me wearing it to Captain America’s house.” Tom winks at Chris patting his shoulder and steps in, quickly squatting down to pet Dodger more. Dodger appreciates the attention giving Tom more kisses.

Chris rolls his eyes, closing the door. “I can’t deny that the shirt is pretty cool, I’ve actually got my own gift from a fan that you can partake in on the kitchen island.” Chris steps past Tom and into the kitchen as Tom stands and follows. “Oh yeah, like what?” They both step into the kitchen and Chris shows Tom the basket. Tom looks at it curiously. “These have some interesting designs, wonder why they put the words on them, I mean what else would you do with them?” Chris shrugs, grabbing his glass. “That’s what I thought too, I saved the cookies for you, they’re more like tea biscuits than traditional cookies.” Chris takes a sip of his drink.

Tom grabs a biscuit and quickly bites off half of it. His eyes open wide enjoying the taste, and he nods groaning softly. “Oh…. oh wow, these taste just like the biscuits from a tea shop I love back home!” He quickly finishes off the biscuit and starts devouring another. “I guess you’re drinking whatever is in the bottle?” Tom grabs it and uncorks it, the smell hits his nose making him wince as Chris nods. “Yeah, it’s really good but I know you don’t like cherry, so you won’t like it. I’ll get some water going for some tea.” Chris takes a large sip of the drink before getting the electric kettle ready as Tom eagerly eats a few more biscuits taking a seat.

“Let’s see how good you are at brewing a proper cup of tea, hopefully you’ve learned a bit from spending time around some of us Brits?” Tom smirks at Chris making him roll his eyes. “I’ll try my best, your majesty!” Chris does a mock bow before the kettle beeps and he pours the water into the cup and then goes to grab a tea bag and Tom lets out a heavy sigh. “Not even done with step one and you already messed up.” Tom gets up and walks over. He pours the water out of the cup and into the kettle. Chris grabs the tea bag, tossing it to Tom. “Fine then you can make it.” Tom catches it easily and Chris rolls his eyes and grabs his drink next to the kettle.

Chris notices something, looking at Tom a bit confused noticing that Tom looks…taller? Tom puts the tea bag in the cup and then pours in the water. “Hey bud, odd question have you gotten taller?” Tom looks at Chris like he’s crazy, but also noticing that he’s not looking up at Chris as much as he used to. “Huh, maybe I am, man that is going to piss Anna off, as tight as my suit is, she’s going to have to adjust it again.” Tom walks over to the fridge and grabs out the milk.

Chris shrugs as he polishes off his drink then goes and refills it. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s not that much of a difference. Shouldn’t be too hard to adjust for.” Tom nods moving the tea bag around before he takes it out and adds some milk. “There, a proper cup of tea.” He grabs it and takes a sip and winks at Chris. Chris rolls his eyes filling his glass. “What I put the water in before I placed the bag in, big whoop.” Tom smirks at him as gobbling down some more biscuits. “Yeah, it IS a big whoop, it makes a difference.” He dips some of the biscuits into the tea and then takes a bite. “Damn, these are good!”

“I guess so, you’ve almost eaten half of them. Careful doing that you might outgrow your suit in other ways.” Chris pokes Tom’s belly making him scoffs. “Oh please, I’m fine there, I’m young and active. Those two factors with my metabolism, I’ll be fine.” Tom quickly flexes his arms, and the sleeves hug his biceps a bit but they’re still loose. Chris whistles, grabbing Tom’s arms.

“That’s not bad…definitely not my level though.” Chris flexes making his sleeves hug his biceps. Tom whistles and feels up his arms.. “True but Spidey wouldn’t work as well if he were as buff as Captain America.”

Chris nods and grabs his drink. “Want to go chill on the couch?” Tom nods standing and stretching, as Chris walks by looking even shorter now. Nah, he thinks, it just looked that way because I was stretching. As Tom takes a step, he notices his shoes feel a bit tight. “I’m going to take my shoes off; they feel like they’re pinching my feet. Guess I have gotten a bit taller, just hadn’t noticed till now.” Tom slides his shoes off by the front door as Chris takes a seat kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, but it feels odd, like he has to reach a bit more to rest his feet. He sits up and moves the ottoman a bit closer and then sits back and puts his feet up and it feels like normal.

“What was that about?” Tom asks as he grabs a spot on one of the recliners to the right of Chris. “Ottoman felt like it was too far away, guess Dodger bumped it at some point and I didn’t notice?” Chris shrugs, Dodger huffs and growls softly, scowling at Chris. “Sorry bud, I didn’t mean to upset you by stating a fact.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s ears, petting him while sipping more of the drink as Tom dips one of the biscuits into his tea before eating it.

They both start going back and forth with some small talk and at one point Chris notices that the cuff of Tom’s jeans is sitting a bit higher than they were when they sat down. He shrugs it off as a weird trick of the lighting. Tom has a similar observation noticing that Chris’ shirt is not fitting as tight and it looks like he’s stretching more to reach the ottoman. Tom shrugs it off too as a trick of the lighting or angles, but soon polishes off the cup of tea.

“Well, I think it’s time for a refill of tea. While I’m up would you like a refill of your own drink?” Tom reaches for the glass and Chris looks over to see the bottle is almost half gone, giving a shrug. “Yeah, why not, it’s really good. I bet you also want some more biscuits; you’ve been eating those like they’re the best thing ever!” Chris smiles at Tom and Tom shrugs as he stands. “They’re really good and they remind me of home so can you blame me?”

Tom stands noticing his clothes feel a bit off. Looking down and noticing his chest looks like it’s pushing against the shirt more than he thought it was before. Maybe I didn’t notice how much muscle I’ve put on recently and my recent growth too…. yeah, totally logical? Going into the kitchen, getting the kettle going before going to retrieve a tea bag. “Sure, you’re going to be able to reach that shorty?” Chris says from the couch. Tom rolls his eyes and grabs the box of tea bags easily and sticks his tongue out at Chris.

“You aren’t that much taller than me old man!” Grabbing some biscuits as Chris puts a hand on his chest and inhales dramatically. “I have been wounded by your words! I can feel the clutches of death upon me as you stand in the kitchen mocking my age with your youth!” Chris quickly starts laughing and Tom does the same putting the tea bag in the cup, and letting out a loud belch. “Well damn, that was impressive!” Chris gives Tom a slow clap, taking that as a cue to bow and stops when he hears the kettle beep.

As he pours the water into the cup, noticing that his clothes feel odd again, like even tighter and more constricting than a few moments ago. He notices his arm fills the sleeve of the shirt as he pours the water in. He finishes and lifts his arms up and down several times, noticing that the shirt is tighter now. Stepping over to the fridge, he notices his pants now feel tighter too and looking down and noticing that the cuff of his pants is sitting just about mid-calf.

Tom just shakes his head, thinking he’s imagining it all taking the tea bag out and tossing it and pouring in the milk. Getting the tea ready and grabbing the last of the biscuits when he notices the wax paper below the biscuits shifts and there are even more biscuits under it. Quickly tossing the wax paper into the trash and grabbing a large handful of the biscuits. “There were even more biscuits than we thought Chris. There are more under the wax paper that was under the ones I’ve been eating.” Tom smiles at Chris, quickly shoving some into his mouth filling it and then grabbing a handful and taking his seat again.

“Well, that’s great but I thought you were getting drinks for both of us?” Chris points to the empty glass on the counter. Tom looks towards it swallowing the mouthful of biscuits and grinning sheepishly. “Whoops sorry, I got distracted.” Chris just rolls his eyes, and gets up. As he does,,adjusting his pants because they feel a bit loose. He finishes adjusting them. Walking by Tom notices that Chris’s shirt is now very loose, his sleeves don’t hug his arms at all? Tom watches perplexed as Chris walks into the kitchen and grabs the glass and fills it and then takes a large gulp straight from the bottle and lowering it and letting out a loud belch. Tom’s eyes open wide as Chris belches and he swears he sees Chris’s head descend a bit.

Chris notices Tom’s wide eye stare and smiles at him smugly. “Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself, you know old people can’t control our bodily functions as well as you youngsters.” Chris notices that Tom is still staring at him wide eyed and suddenly notices that Tom’s clothes look way tighter than they did before. “Are you flexing, trying to prove that you’re bigger? I already proved that I am the bigger guy but fine. Have it your way!” Chris puts the glass down and flexes but quickly notices something is wrong as the sleeves don’t tighten around his arms and the shirt doesn’t tighten around his chest. Chris looks at himself, clearly confused and then he looks up at Tom in time for him to let out another loud and longer belch.

They both hear some seams pop and Chris notices that Tom’s calves have ripped open the seam going from the cuff of his pants up to the knee and his shirt is now skintight and it looks like it barely covers his torso. Tom looks at himself and then Chris eyes opening wide. “Uhhh…I think something’s happened?” Chris nods and grabs the glass and quickly chugs it down, thinking maybe he’s just imagining it.

Tom stands, and the hem of his shirt now sits right at his belly button and he looks around a bit disoriented. “Ok…something has definitely happened!” Chris’ eyes open wide and his jaw drops as he looks at Tom and then himself. Dodger barks twice and then whines, and bolts for the bedroom. “Oh fuck…I scared Dodger.” Tom says sadly, then stifling a burp, but it doesn’t stifle the effect as clearly grows taller and the pants rip up his legs even more and his shirt now looks like a skin tight crop top. Chris also stifles a burp, this time clearly noticing as Tom and the rest of the room grows a bit larger and his shorts fall to the ground as the hem of his shirt now sits just above his crotch. “WHAT THE FUCK!!” They both shout together as they look at each other.

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M-Day

Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. Her father and Charles Xavier were yelling over each other. Each man telling the other what she needed to do. Neither man talking to her. She was just a tool for their causes. These men were always telling her what to do. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was time for her to take the power back from these men in her life. And with a simple utterance under her breath, she did.

“No more masculinity.”

In an instant the men behind her were gone. What stood in their place could hardly be called men. The years had faded from their faces, and the muscles had faded from their body. Their fighting ended as they locked eyes, seeing what the other had become. Wanda opened a portal in a blaze of scarlet red energy, and left her father and his friend, rival, and soon to be lover behind.

It had been a year since Wanda Maximoff had changed the world. Some people had adapted to their new lives quickly, while others were still struggling to accept the new reality she had created. Bobby Drake was one of the few men that had been left unaffected by her power. He’d heard on the news they were being called the 198, apparently less than 200 men had been left unchanged.

As Iceman worked out in the danger room, his mind began to wonder through all of the people he once knew and what they had become.

Rogue had told him what she found when she’d gone on the hunt to find Remy LeBeau. Gambit had disappeared the day it all happened, didn’t even give Rogue a chance to say goodbye. Just left a note saying he couldn’t bear to face her this way. She feared he’d return to his family in New Orleans, that he would return to a life of crime. So she made a trip to the Bayou, to confront him for leaving her, to let her know she didn’t care what he looked like. But when she arrived she found that the Thieves Guild had been disbanded. The Assassins Guild, too. It seems with all their men diminished, the warring had finally ended. Rogue was distraught that she couldn’t find her Cajun.

She’d almost given up her search when she found herself at a bar. She’d grown weary from worrying and a drink was the perfect thing to cut the edge. Rogue chose the bar cause it looked like it was mutant friendly, but she hadn’t realized how friendly. It seemed this particular bar had employed mutant bois for a very particular role. She’d watched a dozen or so of them walking around in skimpy outfits, offering to dance on the women who were patroning the bar. A swarm of the bois had surrounded the one member of the 198 there, sat in a booth getting his drinks and dances for free. But seeing a real man wasn’t the most surprising thing for Anna Marie. A skinny boy in a trench coat had walked out from the back, and the bois surrounding the man parted like the red seas. The skinny twink stripped off his trench coat and threw it to the ground, revealing a gravity defying pair of globes that looked comically large on his tiny frame. He dropped his hands to the ground and shot his ass to the air as he began gyrating his cheeks in the air. As his mounds danced hypnotically they began to build up kinetic energy, and slowly his leather pants began to glow brighter and brighter with a neon pink aura. The man reached out to touch, but before he could the leather pants exploded off of the twink’s frame, leaving his gyrating hips in nothing but a magenta pink thong. The man grabbed hold of the twink’s globes and slipped a hundred into the pouch off his thong. The twink took the man by the hand and led him into a backroom. Rogue didn’t see him again until the bar was closing, when finally he and the other man came back out to the bar. She kept out of sight until the bar was closing, the kinetic twink the only one there to close out the till. Then she came out of hiding, walked over and placed a gloved hand on the twink’s shoulder and said, “Chère?”

Bobby had found out later that Rogue had decided to stay there with him. She was going to prove that what had become of him wouldn’t stop them from loving each other. He’d heard rumors that the both of them had moved in with the man from the bar. Gambit wanted the emotional love he could get from Rogue, but he needed the physical support he was getting from that man.

Looking around the danger room Bobby was reminded of the first time he’d entered the Danger Room after the change. Bobby, Emma Frost, and Jean Grey were making their way down to the danger room with a handful of the remaining active duty X-Men. Emma and Jean had put aside their differences for the good of the team, with so many of the power players out of commission and Storm in Wakanda taking care of T’Challa, they’d become the defuncto leaders. It took them a long time to compile a team. With most of the X-men not really being men anymore, the team was predominantly made up of women.

Bobby was one of the few men left unaffected from their former roster, which is why Emma had extended a hand to the all too giddy Wade Wilson. Deadpool had been so excited when the change happened, with him left unchanged his sexual options had expanded vastly. Most women were now without partners and excited at the prospect of any man, and even the burliest of men had now become cherubic and willing. Bobby was taken aback when they first brought Deadpool onto the team, but he quickly proved himself as a reliable asset, saving the day countless times. Of course, he’d also used the Institute as his own personal buffet. Bobby had walked in on him once with the barely legal Hellion and Elixir. The two former rivals had been pit against one another time and time again, but nowadays they spent most of their time trying to complete a common goal. Much to Wade’s delight. The merc with a mouth had justified it to Bobby by saying that Elixir’s biokinesis meant he could ignite every pleasure center at once while Hellion’s telekinesis meant they could do positions he’d never imagined. This wasn’t the last time Bobby had walked in on Wade’s excursions.

Before any of that happened though, and before the team ever went on any missions, Jean had wanted them to practice. She knew that most of the team had worked together at some time or another, but they needed to make sure they knew each other’s powers and fighting styles inside and out before they ever stepped into a mission. So she programmed a rigorous series of sessions in the Danger Room so that they could be ready for anything they encountered. But nothing could have readied Jean for what she was about to encounter.

Emma and Jean weren’t the only one’s who’d ended their feud after the change had happened, and they both had to come face to face with that fact at that very moment. When Jean had opened the door to the danger room, she found her former suitors writhing around on the Danger Room floor. She’d commanded that they stop fighting, when Emma placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a knowing look. They’d both dedicated years of their lives to Scott Summers, but it looked like he was finally done with telepaths trying to probe around in his head. Instead, he was living it up as Logan’s tiny cocklet probed around in...other places.

Emma and Jean both fled from the scene, Wade running after the both of them. He’d told Bobby that they took out their anger on his body that day. But after that, they had both used his body for other reasons.

The X-men weren’t the only team that had been shaken up by Wanda Maximoff did that day. Being one of the few unaffected superheroes of his power, Iceman had forged a strong new relationship with Nick Fury. Nick was in transit when the world changed, so he didn’t find out what had happened until he entered the Avenger’s Tower.

And Fury had told Bobby in confidence what he saw when walked in. Half a dozen of the male Avengers were huddled together, their uniforms strewn on the floor. Fury had looked on in horror as Earth’s mightiest heroes had been reduced to an orgy of young twinks. At the center of the storm of bodies was Steve Rogers, once the epitome of masculinity now even smaller than he was before he took the serum. Tony Stark, the billion dollar playboy had been laying on the floor, going and back and forth between pleasuring the hulk and planting his face in America’s ass.

Fury later found out that Bruce Banner had been hulked out when the change occurred. When wasn’t the Hulk, Bruce turned back into his normal human form. But many debated whether he was a part of the 198. As whenever he got horny, he reverted to his twinky green form. And now that his fellow Avengers were always there to offer him a helping hand, he didn’t stay Bruce for long.

Thor and Dr. Strange had been there to advise the team on a new mythical threat, but once the change occurred their attentions had drifted to each other. Strange had enchanted his tongue so that the Norse God could feel it inside him, while Thor had found a new use for his faithful mjolnr, determining which ass was worthy. He’d shoved the handle into Dr. Strange, and from the moans escaping the sorcerer supreme, he was definitely worthy.

Scott Lang had tried to use his pym particles to bring him back to his normal size. He’d thought it had worked at first as he’d grown back up to his normal six foot, but the particles had an unexpected effect as his formerly tight pair of buns expanded outwards into a pair of massive pillows. He’d reached for his pym particles again, but Fury explained to Bobby that it was no use. By that time Strange had cast his enchantment again, and when Lang felt the mystical tongue between his cheeks he’d fully embraced his new body. After that Scott had used his pym particles instead to shrink himself down to doll size, and he was quickly passed from hero to hero. None of the men there had a large enough member to alleviate the other’s desires, so it had come down to Scott to fill that role.

Fury had also told Bobby Drake about Shield’s attempts to reverse the change. The super soldier serum had turned Steve Rogers into Captain America once before, they were certain that if they adjusted their equations they could do it again. Fury waited in anticipation when Steve underwent the procedure, but what emerged was not the masculine wonder they were hoping for. Captain America had been changed, but not in the ways they’d hoped. If anything, he was even more feminine and shapely. His body had shrunken down even more, standing five foot nothing. His lips had grown plump and rosy, something even Fury couldn’t keep himself from imagining wrapped around his member. But the biggest change came from Roger’s lower half, the only thing to grow. His massive cheeks seemed to move independently of his body, as the slightest shift of his weight caused them to jiggle indefinitely.

Fury had insisted that they keep their testing, but the moment it was revealed Cap’s old sidekick Bucky was a member of the 198 that all went out the window. Bucky had come to find Stevie, his feelings finally able to be revealed. The two had run off together and been on the move ever since. Bucky had always looked up to Steve, but now that Stevie was the one looking up Bucky wasn’t willing to let that change. Now he got to be the protector for Stevie, and he couldn’t think of anyway better to service his country than to let America’s hero service him.

Not every team had been decommissioned because of the change, though, Bobby recalled. His close friend Johnny Storm had been texting him like crazy ever since the change took place. “Flame on!” had taken a very different meaning for the now nubile twink. Bobby had taken him up on his offers once or twice, something sexy about how steamy things got when Iceman’s frozen rod entered Johnny’s flaming form.

But he’d shared some pillow talk about how The Fantastic Four were doing. They’d been on the space station when Wanda uttered those three words, making it the second time their bodies had been changed while in space. The suits they were wearing were made specifically to contort to their environment, so they were spared some of the humility of their tiny members being on display. Johnny had been very thankful that he hadn’t had to face his own sister naked in his new form.

The last time they’d changed, Ben Grimm had gotten the short end of the stick, but this time it was Mr. Fantastic himself that had been struggling to accept reality. He’d spent the first few weeks focusing his energy on stretching his body out to resemble his original masculine form. He’d even tried to stretch the hairs on his face to make it look like he had a five o’clock shadow. But Sue eventually sat him down and said his focus on trying to be something he wasn’t anymore meant he was never completely focused on the mission. Sue had taken on much more of a leader role in the team and had said that their relationship would have to come second, and that it was an order.

Ben and Johnny on the other hand adapted very quickly to the changes. Ben was ecstatic he wouldn’t have to buy customer made clothes or furniture anymore. And now that the bois who were once men were so much more touchy feely, his attempts for romance were a lot easier. Johnny had always been a bit of a womanizer, and he’d quickly adapted those skills into being the sluttiest hero around. He’d gotten with almost every member of the 198, even those reluctant to admit that bois were just as good as women.

Johnny had even mentioned the time he dragged Reed out with him on the prowl. After getting a few drinks into Mr. Fantastic he’d convinced him to put his stretching powers to good use. Dressed in already too small booty shorts, Reed pushed the fabric to its limit by stretching his cheeks out a foot off his frame. Johnny had chosen the bar specifically because he knew his buddy Peter, one of the 198, liked to hang out there. They’d seen him on the dance floor, and once Reed pressed his gravity defying globes into Peter’s crotch, he almost shot his web right then and there.

The Fantastic Four weren’t the only heroes still in action, either. Bobby had heard stories that Hawkeye and his ex-wife had teamed up to train a new archer to take his place. But Clint had always believed the best placed to train was in the field, so Hawkeye and Mockingbird had taken the new hero out on the prowl. Clint had tried to continue on with his previous uniform, but the baggy clothes were distracting. So Mockingbird put together a new outfit for him. Now he’d added a new weapon to his arsenal, and he’d become a true homme fatale. Once the training was over, Hawkeye decided to continue his fighting crime, using his feminine wiles and the support of his protégé and ex-wife when he needed the back-up.

Being invulnerable meant Wonder Boi was still able to fight just as hard as when he was Wonder Man. But after his sister had run into him on a mission, she’d decided she’d have to take a leave of absence from the X-Men to help him stay on track. Psylocke had discovered her brother writhing around on the floor of an abandoned warehouse with the Absorbing Boi, and it was fair to say that Wonder Boi was doing just as much of the absorbing. Betsy had to pull the two apart and psionically remove Wonder Boi’s passion before she could get him to arrest the criminal. She’d explained the whole thing to Bobby the last time she was at the X-Mansion, it was he that had a coined the new names for the hero and villain.

Bobby remember when he’d run into another hero on a mission of his own. Walking through an alley in search for the Callisto, he’d run into none other than Iron Fist. Seeing Bobby Drake in his still masculine glory had pushed Danny Rand to the edge. Iceman, on the other hand, was focused on his mission. That is until Cessily Kincaid rang in that she’d apprehended Callisto. Bobby had to admit that he’d found Rand stunning back when they could look eye to eye, but in his shrunken state he’d become completely beautiful. Before Bobby even had time to react, Ironfist had focused his chi in order to tear Iceman’s frozen suit right off his frame. Bobby picked up the tiny twink as Danny wrapped his arms around the larger man’s torso. Bobby absorbed moisture from their air focusing it on his arm which grew even more massive, getting ready to show Danny what his own iron fist could do.

Bobby shook the thoughts from his head, the memories getting the icy hero hot and bothered. He knew still had a work-out to do, and some fun already lined up for that night. He instead let his mind to drift and began to wonder how far Wanda’s hex had reached.

He knew that the denizens of Atlantis hadn’t escaped her reach. He’d seen Namor when they were recruiting mutants for the new roster of X-men. The king of the sea had been reduced to a lithe little twink, and Bobby had remembered wondering how he could possibly stay submerged with the massive flotation devices his ass cheeks had become.

Bobby also knew that those in space hadn’t escaped Wanda’s reach. He’d seen what had happened to Starlord. Rocket Raccoon had been affected, not that anyone could tell. But he’d been sending intergalactic communication about the adorable new Petey Quill. Starlord had opened up an intergalactic brothel, hoping that in space there were more than just 198 men that could fulfil his needs. Bobby’s old flame Kitty, from when he was in the closet, had dated Quill for a while. Bobby reminded himself that if he ever found himself in Knowwhere he should make a stop at Quil’s.

Not even Wanda’s own family had been protected from her hex. Well, her son Wiccan had, but most people believed that was due to his similar powers. As his twin brother had not been spared. Billy and Tommy were hardly identical twins now, Speed looked much more like a little brother. Wiccan’s partner had not been spared either, Hulkling becoming a comical name for the green twink now. The only thing that had remained hulking on Hulkling was his ginormous ass. The three of them had moved in together. At first Wiccan had been trying to find a way to reverse the hex. But as time went on he began liking being the man of the house.

Bobby gathered his thoughts as he finished his workout. A text came through on his phone and his hurt fluttered, hoping that it was from the person he was going to meet. But it was just a message from his friend, Peter. Something about Nick Fury needing them both for a mission this weekend. While reading, he thought about what Peter had told him happened to him when the change took place. Peter Parker was in search of the villain, Mysterio, fighting his way through illusions and nightmares when suddenly they all vanished. In the change, Mysterio’s suit had fallen to the ground, his plexiglass helmet had rolled to the ground. No suit meant no illusions, and without his illusions to hide him, Spider-Man was able to see Quentin Beck in nothing but his skivvies. Parker had described how the situation played out in detail. Beck had fallen to his knees, and Spider-man assumed he was going to beg to not be taken in. But instead of begging, he grabbed for Peter’s spidey suit, and planted his face directly up against the old web shooter. Peter didn’t let his urges stop him, and immediately bound the criminal up with his webs. It didn’t stop the writhing twink though, it would seem that Quentin Beck had a thing for bondage.

Iceman realized he was letting his thoughts get to him again, quickly shaking the fantasies out of his mind. He’d spent his whole shower reimagining the story Spidey had told him, giving it a much happier end for Mysterio. But now Bobby was on his to something he’d been waiting a lifetime for. He’d gotten an email a few days prior asking to meet with him, and since the change happened, bois only reached out to Robert Drake for one reason.

He turned his car into a long winding driveway, having to stop at a gate just to gain access to the giant manor in front of him.

“I’m sorry, the Worthington Estate is not accepting guests at this moment,” a soft voice rang through the intercom.

“Hello Warren, it’s Bobby.” The gates opened and gave way for Iceman to enter the estate. As he walked up the steps the front door opened. Standing in front of him was one of his oldest friends, Warren Worthington lll.

“Hello Warren, you’re looking good.” Bobby had been hiding feelings for the spoiled rich boy since they were both teenagers on the first ever team Xavier put together. Back then he was so put together, his golden hair always coiffed perfectly. His chiseled abs and pecs always on clear display, a necessity to fly he’d argued, before their uniforms were built. Of course, once the uniforms were fitted it didn’t seem to change. But Angel was always smitten with the girls on the team, and Bobby was never willing to let anyone see his gay side. But now the tables were turned.

The name Angel had never been more fitting. The short young man in front if him was completely beautiful. The cherubic face with glimmering blue eyes and rosy pink lips in tandem with the smooth hairless body and narrow shoulders made Warren the perfect image of a twink. His angelic wings were spread aside, as he was no longer able to comfortably rest them on his back with his massive rear end pushing them out.

“Hi Bobby, I’ve been meaning to reach out. I need to ask you for a favor.”

“I know what you want to ask, and you don’t know how long I have waited for it.”

Bobby took no time running over and grabbing the smaller man by the waist and leaning in for a kiss. The feeling of his soft lips melted the icy hero’s heart as a heat took over his entire body. He grabbed a handful of Warren’s massive cheek as Warren began grinding his shrunken cock into Bobby’s leg. Iceman slipped his fingers in the back of Angel’s daisy dukes and slowly pushed one ice cold finger into the cherubic man’s hole. Moans of pleasure escaped Warren’s mouth as his wings started flapping with a mind of their own. The two men took flight as they continued their thrusts of pleasure. Repositioning themselves in the air, their clothes slowly fell piece by piece to the floor. Once fully stripped Bobby was able to fully enter those angelic cheeks.

#muscle theft #butt growth #twinkification #jock to twink #straight to gay #himboification #fan fiction #In Honor of WandaVision which was amazing #my work

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Try Not To F**K

“Okay guys, for today’s video we are going to be in pairs, are you ready for your challenge?” the voice behind the camera asked the two young men.

“Yeah I think we’ve got this one, right Eric?”

“Oh no doubt, we are definitely coming up on top, Tom!”

“Well, only one of you can come out on top,” the voice said, chuckling. “Today we’re gonna be doing a try not to fuck challenge!”

Both guys were taken aback. This had to be a joke, but they’d never though that the REACT brand would make such an inappropriate joke. Things were usually family friendly.

“Uh… I think we’re gonna be able to win this one, then,” they both awkwardly chuckled, “Or at least our girlfriends would be pretty shocked.”

“Well the rules of the game are simple, we will set out two mystery drinks each round, you’ll each taken one and the farther you can go without succumbing, the more points you win!”

“It’s gonna take a lot of drinks for us to hook up, no offense, Eric.” The camera flashed and there were two drinks sat in front of the guys, one shot of golden tequila and one shot of silver tequila. Eric reached out and grabbed the golden tequila and Tom grabbed the silver. They clinked their glasses and downed the shots.

“How are you feeling, guys?”

“That went down pretty smooth, it was nice,” Eric hadn’t yet noticed as his skinned bronzed out into a golden tan. Tom did notice as his own skin lost any sign he’d ever been in the sun. His fair skin contrasting against his dark hair.

“How did you do this?” Tom said, Eric turning and laughing at his friend’s new Snow White complexion. “Eric is all tan and I look like a I’ve been in my parent’s basement my whole life.”

“Each mystery drink does something different. But you guys made it through round one, so you each get a point! Time for round two.”

The camera flashed again and there were two more drinks in front of the newly hued guys. Both drinks were in airplane bottles. Tom reached out and grabbed the neon pink liquor labelled “Double Bubble,” leaving the yellow colored “Ripe Banana” for Eric. “Here goes nothing.” They again clinked their bottles and downed their drinks. Tom stared at his hands, waiting to see if his skin was going to turn bubble gum pink. But his hands stayed exactly the same. He looked over to see if he could notice any changes on Eric, and it almost seemed like his friend was sinking lower. No, he realized, he was moving up. “Did that make me taller?!” Tom jumped up, excited for his gains, only to find that everything was at the same vantage point it had always been.

“I don’t think you’re taller, Tom” Eric rose to his feet to show their heights were still the same. “But you’ve definitely grown,” he chuckled playfully as he reached over and gave Tom a playful spank. He told himself that was just something bros did, like in football. Tom’s cheeks jiggled rhythmically as they continued to grow and grow until he had two gravity defying globes jutting out from his athletic frame.

Watching his friend’s assets dance as they grew almost distracted Eric from the changes his own body was going through. At first, he thought he was getting hard. But his member didn’t stop growing at its usual finish line. His once average dick was growing longer and thicker as it pythoned down his leg, straining the front of his pants until the button almost popped right off.

Tom finally noticed his buddy’s change, a hunger he couldn’t explain growing warm between his dancing cheeks. “What the hell? How do you keep getting the good drinks while I look like a bleached Kardashian?”

“You chose first that time,” Eric began laughing, feeling more confident, “If you want I can choose first next round.”

“I think that’s my cue! You guys made it through this round, so that’s another point each. Let’s grab the next drinks.”

The camera flashed and the next drinks were sitting in front of them. This time the drinks were drastically different.

“Here, I’ll take the tall boy of PBR and you can have the martini. It’ll probably make you all suave.” Eric passed the martini over to Tom as he cracked the tall boy open.

“Okay, but you’ll have to chug that pretty fast to keep up with me.” Tom downed the martini, not taking any time to savor. “Chug, chug, chug!” As Eric finished his beer he shot straight up, growing six inches in a matter of seconds. “Oh, shit, I get it. Tall Boy.”

“I think I get yours, too. Mar-teeny.”

“What do you mean?” Tom shot out of his chair, knocking it over. It was as if Eric had drained the height straight from him. They’d started out pretty evenly matched, but now the other man was towering over Eric. He quickly realized that almost ever man he’d meet would be towering over him. He couldn’t be much taller than five foot now. The thought terrified him, yet, excited him all the same.

“I think you’re going to need some new clothes, Tom…” Eric realized though, he would need some new clothes, too. His once baggy shirt had left his midriff showing. Looking down at his itsy bitsy friend, he felt his now larger heart flutter. He started to realize there were more changes going on than just the physical.

“Nice job, you both earned yourself another point. You guys are making it farther than I expected! Time for the next round of drinks.”

The camera flashed and two more drinks were in front of the guys. Tom reached out and grabbed the margarita in front of him, such a popular drink had to have a popular change. Eric grabbed the white Russian. Again, they clinked their glasses and downed their drinks.

“Huh, I think you’re gonna hate this. But I think this was made with muscle milk.” Eric could already feel his body expanding. His shoulders grew wider and his pecs shot out, the rapid growth shredding his shirt straight down the back. He felt his thighs start tighten and expand until his legs were beautiful tree trunks.

“My margarita tastes different, too.”

“That’s a skinny margarita, great for when you’re on a diet.”

“What?!” But Tom could already feel the changes. He could deal with being shorter when he still had his athletic frame, but slowly all of his muscles started to fade away. His abs smoothed out as his arms thinned. The only muscle left on his body were the giant glutes he gained from his double bubble liquor.

Eric looked down at the tiny twink in front of him, his ass looked even more massive against his lithe new frame. The massive body builder couldn’t help himself from reaching out and spanking it a second time. But this time, as the massive bubble jiggled, Eric felt himself hypnotized. He couldn’t help but reach down and grab onto one of the cheeks.

Tom was startled at the spank and even more shocked that his now towering friend was man handling him. He started to push his friend’s hand away, but something stopped him. He couldn’t fight the feeling of comfort with the massive paw holding him tightly. Eric pulled him closer into his embrace and leaned in for a kiss.

“Wait stop, we can beat this!” Tom forced himself to pull away. “Give us the next round.”

“Okay, okay. A kiss isn’t a fuck. That’s a point for each of you! Let’s bring out the next pair of drinks. But first, you’re both in need for some more fitting clothes.”

Both of the guys were taken to changing rooms and handed an article of clothing. When they walked back in front of the camera there were two shots waiting for them.

“Nice booty shorts, Tommy. Emphasis on the booty.” Eric reached out and put his hand around Tom, slipping one hand under the other man’s waist as he grabbed his shot with the other. This time he didn’t wait for his buddy before downing the drink. “Mine’s a buttery nipple, what was yours?” Tom’s already impressive pecs began to grow even more pronounced, his free hand drawn to his newly sensitive nipples.

Tom watched his friend stroke his nipples with one hand while the other slowly inched deeper and deeper into his own crack. “I think mine was a blowjob.” Tom couldn’t tell, but his lips started to gain hue and volume, becoming rosy and plump. Then, they grew softer, and he could definitely feel how sensitive they’d become. Eric noticed his friend’s newly voluminous lips, and took his friend from his nipples and stroked the back of Tom’s head. He slowly pushed Tom’s face into his pecs, feeling those plump lips brush up against his sensitive nipples.

Tom couldn’t help but softly tongue the larger man’s nipple. Eric began to moan as the twink suckled on his pec. Slipping one finger into the other man, he pulled the smaller man onto his lap. Tommy began gyrating his hips into Eric’s crotch as Eric unbuttoned his jeans. Pulling out his massive rod, he pulled down Tom’s denim briefs and slipped himself inside. Tom finally took his mouth away from the larger man’s chest, and let out a soft effeminate moan. He wanted to fight what was happening. To turn back into the fratty bro he was a mere hour ago. But looking into his best friend’s face sat upon a Herculean body, he couldn’t help himself anymore. He leaned down and planted a kiss with his luscious lips while he began to ride faster and faster on his friend’s lap.

“Alright, while you did make it through five rounds...you weren’t able to win the try not to fuck challenge. Let’s see if the next pair will be able to succeed. I have a feeling they won’t.”

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Couple’s Night

Eros hated working on Valentine’s Day. Mankind for the most part had stopped praying to his kind and started praying to hallmark. But, as one of the Erotes it was his job to bring love to those in need. Flying through the sky, he heard something that grabbed his attention.

“Seriously, Alexis? The whole reason we came up to this cabin was to get our spark back. But all you’ve done is nitpick every little thing since we got here,” a man pleaded.

“Why would you think a cabin in the woods in the middle of February was a good idea? What is so romantic about freezing your ass off, Jordan?” the woman yelled in return.

Eros hovered at the window, this couple was obviously in need of some help.

“It’s not about the cabin, it’s about us being alone together, away from everyone else.”

“We had to chop our own wood just to make a fire. That is not what I wanted to spend my Valentine’s Day doing.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I’m really trying here, Alexis,” Jordan said, staring down at her.

“You’re really not. You haven’t done one thing I’ve asked you to,” Alexis spat back at him.

“Like what?” he said, shock in his voice.

“I told you I hate beards. Yet you’re still growing that thing out, can you not take a hint? A man should look put together.”

‘So she doesn’t like facial hair, well that will be an easy fix,’ Eros thought to himself as he readied his arrow.

“I like beards, facial hair looks nice,” Jordan said, stroking his hand through his facial hair.

‘Okay, he likes facial hair. That one will be a little trickier, but hey, more of my territory anyways.’ Eros pulled his bow and shot the first arrow, hitting Jordan. Slowly but surely Jordan’s beard hairs began to retract into his face.

“It doesn’t matter what you like, I’m the one who has to look at it. Sorry for wanting you to look cute.”

‘Cute she wants, cute she’ll get.’ Eros shot another arrow through the window, as the couple continued to fight. As soon as the arrow hit him, Jordan’s face softened. His complexion smoothed out, no longer weathered by the sun. His lips grew more full and pronounced.

“Can we not fight? I mean, you don’t see me picking out the things I don’t like about you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Jordan realized he’d made a mistake.

“Okay Jordan, you’re right. Let’s make it fair. What don’t you like about me?”

“That’s not what I meant, I just wa-” before he could finish his words, he was cut off.

“No, no, tell me,” said Alexis shortly, anger in her voice.

“Well, I had to cut all the firewood myself, it would have been nice for you to help. A little manual labor never killed anyone.”

“You’re the man, that’s your job. Sorry I’m not a big strong man. Is that what you want?”

‘Well, if that’s what he wants I can definitely make it happen.’ Eros shot two more arrows through the window, both hitting Alexis. As the first arrow hit, Alexis began to grow rapidly, muscles spreading across her frame, straining against her blouse. When the second arrow hit, facial hair started spreading across her once feminine visage.

“Yeah I want you to be man, that’s it, I’m saying I’m gay. No, obviously not. I just want you to help out more often,” Jordan said, rolling his eyes at her.

“Well I wish you were gay. You’d take better care of yourself and I wouldn’t have to put up with your lousy sex anymore.”

‘These guys are making this easy! Gay and good at sex coming right up!’ Eros said, shooting more arrows into Jordan. Though he looked the same, Jordan felt a stronger attraction for the former woman standing in front of him. They were both so angry that neither of them had even noticed any of their changes.

“Really? I’m bad in bed? Just like everywhere else, I have to do all the work. You never take the lead!” Insulting his prowess was the straw that pushed him over the edge.

‘Little more sexual aggression coming right up!’ As Alexis got hit by the newest arrow, heat started to raise through her, or more accurately, his body.

“You act like an old man, and I’m tired of it.” Alexis yelled out.

“I’m sorry I’m not immature, I wish you would just act your age!”

Arrow after arrow shot into the bickering couple, slowly changing them into what Eros thought they wanted out of their partner. Jordan’s height dropped down as his muscles slimmed and smoothed out. The years of time flowed of his frame, the crows feet gone from his face. Alexis shot up until she towered over her boyfriend, even taller than he was before their fight. Her muscles continued to grow as she took on the years that Jordan lost.

As their most drastic changes settled in, they both froze from their fight. Taken aback by the forms standing in front of them.

“What are we even fighting for, Jordy?” Alexis said, placing a strong hand on Jordy’s narrow shoulder.

“I don’t know, Lex,” Jordy said butterflies going through his stomach like it was the first time he’d met the other man.

“Well what are you waiting for? Bring that bubble butt over here,” Lex said aggressively to the smaller man. Another arrow shot in and Jordy’s butt ballooned out from his jeans, two massive globes on his otherwise lithe frame.

“Anything for that hot rod of yours,” Jordy said, his voice now as soft as his face. The final arrow hitting Lex, erasing the last bit of femininity from his body as his underwear was shredded by his ever growing package.

Lex shredded the clothes from both men’s frame and then grabbed Jordy, cradling the smaller man against his chest. He carried Jordy to bed, then tossed him down to the bed and took control.

Eros floated outside the window, listening to the melodic moaning of the two men he’d just helped. Realizing his work here was done he flew off into the night in search of the next couple he needed to help.

The next morning Jordy was pretty groggy when he woke up. He felt arms wrapped around him, and something poking him from behind. He couldn’t escape the strong arms surrounding him, so he craned his neck to look back. A massive man that resembled his girlfriend was spooning him. Quickly he realized what was poking him from behind, and as soon as he did the massive man began to moan in his sleep. What was once just poking him, slipped in somewhere he’d never planned on putting anything. He tried to freak out, but his own package shot to attention. Jordy arched his back and leaned into the embrace as slowly the memories of the night before faded back into his head. He knew he’d have to deal with this later, but for now he was just going to enjoy the morning wood. Even if it wasn’t his own.

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