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bigtfs · 27 days

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"Ugh, bro, pleeeeease?"

Max looked at me with those dopey blue eyes of his, staring dully through me and appearing to lack any kind of intelligence or perception.

"I told you, I have a very important club interview," I replied. "This could determine if I can network into a good job after college!" stressing the importance of a job, something my stoner roommate never seemed to understand.

"Just one hit, man, come on! You gotta stop worrying about that stuff and just chill out!" he replied, stretching his muscular arms over his head of greasy (probably unwashed) brown hair and closing his eyes, as if musing about something important. "You gotta try this weed bro, I just, I-" he stuttered as he took another hit. "I don't fuckin' know man, I think you just need this."

Exasperated, I dropped my heavy bag on the floor and strode over to his side of the room, switching to mouth breathing to avoid inhaling too much foot funk from his "clean pile" of clothes, as Max called it. Even three air fresheners weren't enough to keep the pungent smells of weed and sweat at bay.

"What the hell, dude, when's the last time you even washed those?!"

"Oh, I dunno, a couple weeks ago, maybe?" Max replied, shrugging.

I could see some of the dried crust still clinging to the fabric. I couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer size of his stash. The pile was easily four feet across, and it was clear Max was still working to roll his way through the rest. I couldn't even imagine where he got it all.

"Look, just let me finish my meeting, then I'll smoke with you, okay?"

Max's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, for real?" he replied, excited. "You promise? Pinky swear?"

Max stuck his hand out, his pinky raised and his arm shaking slightly. He looked like an overgrown child. I was so tired, I didn't even hesitate. I wrapped my pinky around his, then turned to walk out of the room. As soon as I let go, I felt a sudden, powerful wave of euphoria wash over me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I couldn't even think straight, the sensation was so intense.

I collapsed against the doorway, unable to move. I could barely even think. The only thought that went through my mind was that I'd never felt this good in my life. Every inch of my skin tingled and buzzed, like a pleasant static that sent ripples of bliss through my muscles. I couldn't even control the way my body twitched and shivered.

"Duuuude," I heard Max say. "You feel that, man? I told you it's the good stuff."

I didn't know what was happening to me. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe, and the feeling was getting more and more intense. "What..." I struggled to even sound out words. "I didn't even...take a hit..."

"Well, no, not technically," Max said, laughing. "But, uh, that's not what it was, actually. See, I sorta dosed your pinky."

I looked up at him, confused. My vision was blurry and I could barely see him, but he was grinning widely, and I could see the outline of his meaty, calloused hands rubbing the front of his jeans.

"See, it's like this, man. That wasn't weed. That was just, you know, a little something to get you to loosen up a bit. And, uh, well, there's this other thing, too. That shit I sprayed on your hand. It's not, uh, not exactly what you think."

The euphoria was fading, but it was still intense, and it was making my brain spin. "You sprayed my...hand?" I mumbled, barely able to understand what he was saying.

"Yeah, bro, I sorta had to, man. You kept getting me down with all your stress." He flexed his big biceps and gave one a kiss. "Now you're gonna be just like me!" He grinned wide, his perfect teeth glinting in the low light.

I couldn't respond. The sensations were still washing over me, but the euphoria was fading. As my brain began to work again, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with me. There was a new, alien weight between my legs.

"Wha-what did you do?" I stammered, still dazed and confused. "What...what did you..."

I looked down, and froze. There was a huge, heavy bulge straining against the crotch of my jeans, stretching the thick material taut. It was huge. Like, absolutely massive. It was easily the size of my fist, maybe even bigger. It was so big and round, I could even see the outline of the individual balls.

"Duuuuude, bro, look at that fucking thing!" Max exclaimed, pointing and laughing. "It's totally fucking huge! Holy shit, man, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!"

I tried to speak, but I was still so confused, I couldn't get my mouth to form words.

"I didn't know they could get that big, man! Wow, bro, you're really packing a fucking cannon, you know that? Holy shit, it's so fucking hot." Max was practically drooling as he ogled the enormous bulge in my pants.

I could feel the heat radiating off of it, and I could tell it was pulsing and throbbing with each beat of my heart. The sensation was incredibly intense.

"It's...it's not possible..." I stammered, my voice cracking. "What...what did you spray?"

"Bro, I'm telling you, it's totally normal!" Max said, trying his best to sound reassuring. "My friend from home, he said, well, it's just that..." Max stammered again, his usually peaceful face betraying some shyness. "I've always thought you were cute, even without that package. You just needed to loosen up a little. And, I mean, I just wanted you to be, like, comfortable with me. It was just a little bit, man, and it was totally safe. Like, I swear, it's totally normal, dude." He grinned and shot me a wink. "Soon you're going to be just like me."

Max was still staring at the massive bulge, and I could see the outline of his huge dick stretching the crotch of his jeans.

"Dude, bro, I-" my hand shot to my mouth. I had never used those words in the same sentence before! "I...I didn't mean that!"

"Oh, yeah, dude," Max replied, not even noticing. "It's totally normal, bro. You're just a little high is all."

"High?!" I shouted, exasperated. "This isn't...I'm not...this isn't how people talk!"

Max just shrugged. "Bro, you've always been a nerd, and it's cool, man, I totally get it. But this is a big step forward. You're gonna love this. I swear."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was still trying to process everything that was happening to me, when I heard Max's voice.

"Duuuuuude, check it out, bro," he said, gesturing to the bulge in his jeans. "We're, like, totally packing!"

"I can't..."

"Oh, shit, right. Dude, you gotta feel this."

Max quickly reached down and grabbed the bulge in my pants. As soon as he made contact, I felt a powerful surge of pleasure ripple through me. My body immediately responded to his touch, and I could feel my new cock throb and twitch. I groaned, unable to hold back the sounds.

"Dude, holy shit, bro, it's like, really sensitive or something," Max said, his eyes wide. "Like, really, really fucking sensitive, bro."

"No, it's...not..." I moaned, but I could tell it was a lie. It felt like Max's hand was squeezing my balls, and the pleasure was incredible.

"Fuck, bro, it's, like, really fucking sensitive, dude. Like, fucking, crazy fucking sensitive." Max was practically drooling, and his eyes were glazed over. He was clearly enjoying this a lot.

"Please, stop..."

"Fuck, bro, you're so fucking hard," Max groaned. He started to rub my bulge, and his other hand went to the front of his own jeans. "...and, you're so pretty too. I just don't want to lose you to all those meetings, bro. I want you to be with me."

"Wait, no, what are you doing?"

"I can't hold back anymore, dude, I gotta see your big dick," Max replied, unzipping my jeans and reaching in. He slowly pulled down, and my eyes widened as he revealed the huge, throbbing bulge in my underwear. It was so big, the fabric was stretched tight, and it was already soaked in pre-cum.

"Holy shit, dude, that thing is huge!" Max exclaimed, his voice cracking. He was staring at my huge bulge with a lustful expression, and his long tongue darted out to lick his lips. "It's, like, fucking, massive."

I looked down and was shocked by what I saw. It was easily twice as big as it had been just a few minutes ago. It was still growing, and it was stretching the fabric of my boxer-briefs to the limit. Max began to move closer, scrambling to take off his busted old t-shirt, meaty pecs and perfect washboard abs busting out as he did. He leaned forward, and his massive bicep brushed against my new rock-hard dick.

"Oh, shit, bro, fuck," Max moaned as he leaned in closer. At this point I could almost feel the waves of sweat and weed rolling off his huge body, and my cock was throbbing and leaking, straining against the tight fabric of my underwear.

"You're so hot, dude," Max said, reaching out to grab my huge bulge, wrapping his meaty hand around it. His hand was warm and rough, and his grip was strong, squeezing my bulge and causing a fresh burst of pleasure. "You're, like, fucking sexy as hell, man."

"What the hell, bro, no, that's not...that's not right!" I stammered, but Max's words sent a thrill through me. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. "That's not, I'm not a fag!"

"You sure about that, bro?" he asked, giving it a tug and sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. I felt the euphoria return. This time, it was a hundred times more intense.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, leaning my head back. "Bro, it feels so fucking good."

"I know, right? And it's going to feel even better when you're a stoner like me, dude." Max replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck, bro, I can't take it, I gotta get naked," Max moaned, frantically undoing his belt and shucking his pants. "I'm so fucking hard, bro, I can't wait to fuck you."

I looked down, and for the first time, got a good look at my new equipment. It was absolutely massive. It was huge and thick, easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and it was still growing. It was 10 inches long, and thicker than a beer can. My balls were huge, too, hanging heavy and swollen between my legs. I'd never felt anything like it.

The sensation continued to wash over me, slowly becoming heat as I began to sweat. It felt amazing. I couldn't control myself, I was already starting to moan and groan, and the euphoria was starting to mix with my arousal. My new cock was so sensitive, and the slightest touch made it throb and pulse.

"It's starting!" Max shouted, looking at my side of the room as my clean and organized things started to transform. My desk became cluttered with bongs and pipes, and posters of the periodic table were suddenly replaced by scantily clad men. My clothes started to change, too. My formerly neat shirts were suddenly full of holes and stained with various substances. My shoes were replaced with flip flops and Crocs.

"I can't take it, man, I'm too horny, I need to kiss you, right now," Max moaned, his voice shaking with desperation. "I've been waiting for this day, dude, and I can't hold back any longer."

Before I could protest, Max leaned in and kissed me, his big, thick tongue probing my mouth. The heat was overwhelming, and his kisses were passionate and hungry. His big, rough hands began to explore my body, rubbing and stroking and caressing every inch of me. He broke away from the kiss and buried his face in my neck, licking and nibbling and kissing. He was so close, I could feel the heat from his body, and I could smell the overpowering funk of stale sweat and reeking weed. It was so powerful I almost didn't notice my feet begin to ache and the pain in my lower back.

"What's...what's happening to me, bro?" I asked, my voice breaking. "I feel...I feel like...fuck, bro, it hurts!"

"You're changing, dude," Max replied, grinning. "It's the weed. You're finally becoming one with the bud."

"Fuck, bro, I can't hold back anymore," Max moaned. He reached down and began to stroke his giant cock, pre-cum pouring from the tip. It was easily 9 inches, and his massive balls were swollen and heavy with greasy, unwashed hair.

My feet continued to ache and burn as they stretched out, becoming bigger and broader. I could feel my bones shifting and rearranging, long tufts of sweaty hair sprouting out of my feet as they morphed into giant, hairy stumps. I couldn't believe it. The changes were getting more and more intense, and it was driving me wild. I felt like I was going to explode.

"I can't take it anymore," Max groaned, his voice a husky growl. " I have to make you mine."

Without hesitation, Max grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, pushing me face-first into my mattress. His hands were rough and strong, and he easily manhandled me.

"Holy fuck, dude, your ass, it's..." Max moaned, his voice filled with lust. "It's so fucking huge."

My ass was getting bigger and rounder, and it was stretching the seat of my boxer-briefs to the limits, and I felt a sharp, sudden pain as the fabric gave way and tore, leaving my huge, jiggly, fat, bubble butt exposed.

"I'm so horny, bro" Max moaned, his voice shaky and breathy, as my ass filled with greasy, oily stink, the air thick with the musk of unwashed flesh and reeking, unwashed funk.

"You're so hot, dude. It's so hot that you're getting stoned."

"What? Bro, that's not...wait!"

"Don't worry, dude, you'll get used to it. It's just the weed talking."

"No, wait, bro, you can't..." I moaned again as my legs began to push me taller, my thighs and calves widening and thickening. My feet swelled even more, filling to a size 13, and a sudden rush of heat swept over my body.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot, man," Max groaned, his voice thick with lust, rubbing my new, tick legs as dark, swirly hair began to sprout, quickly becoming matted with the sweat of hours upon hours of mindless smoking.

"Please, bro, stop," I moaned, as my body began to shake. "I can't take it, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum."

"Dude, that's the whole point, bro," Max replied, his voice trembling. "Just relax, and let it happen. It's gonna feel so fucking good."

"It's too much," I moaned, my cock throbbing and pulsing. "It's too intense."

"I know, dude, it's just the weed, bro. It'll feel better after you get used to it. Trust me."

I could feel the hair begin to creep onto my stomach and chest, quickly spreading and covering me in a layer of greasy, foul-smelling, sweaty body hair.

"Dude, are you seriously not feeling this, too?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Bro, I can't take it, please, just stop, it's too much."

"Dude, chill, you're fine," Max replied, flipping me back over and rubbing his hand over my new abs and thickening pecs. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Wait, no, I'm not...fuuuuck!"

The sensation was so intense, it was driving me wild. I could barely even think. My pecs were growing larger and heavier, and my nipples were swelling and darkening, the areolae growing thicker and hairier.

"Fuuuuuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair and giving it a sharp tug, making me moan with pleasure.

My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, and I could feel the heat coming from it. My balls were swollen and heavy, and they were aching for release.

"Fuck, dude, I can't take it," Max moaned, his voice filled with desperation, shoving his face into my pit as they began to grow and deepen, quickly filling with rank, musky body odor. As he licked, my arms grew longer and wider, my biceps and triceps growing thicker and bulkier. My forearms became thicker and more defined, and my hands and fingers were getting bigger and beefier.

"Bro, it's so fucking good." Max's voice was muffled by my armpit, and I could feel his tongue lapping up the stale sweat and musk.

My arms were now completely covered in thick, greasy, matted hair, and the same was happening to my back, the swirly pattern spreading like a wildfire. My shoulders were growing larger and rounder, and I could feel the muscles shifting and rearranging.

"Please, dude, don't...I can't..."

"I can't stop, bro, you're so hot," Max moaned, his face buried in my pit. I could smell our odors mixing together as our muscular bodies writhed against each other, slick with sweat and the stinking smell of weed.

I was so turned on.

"You're so hot, bro," Max moaned, his pre-cum leaking all over the place.

"No, bro, what?" I moaned, my voice trembling. "I'm not a faggot."

"That's just the weed, dude," Max replied, his voice low and husky. "You're gonna love it."

"Please, no," I moaned, but I knew he was right. I was so turned on, and the weed was driving me wild as my neck and jaw began to fill out and widen, my Adam's apple growing into a large, meaty knob.

I moaned as my voice deepened, the vibrations reverberating through me, causing me to shiver, my speech becoming permanently relaxed, just like my roommate's.

"Fuck," Max groaned, going in for a slobbery, wet kiss, our body heat generating enough stink to make me gag.

My body was now covered in matted, swirly body hair, and it was growing thicker and greasier, the same thing happening to my chest. I could feel my pecs bulging even more as my face was being smothered in kisses and licks, my nose cracking into a previously-broken shape and the skin becoming rough and scarred.

"Oh, fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot," Max moaned, burying his face in my thick neck, his voice muffled by the hair.

"No, please, bro," I moaned, my voice cracking. "I can't take it, it's too much."

"You can do it, bro, just hold on a little longer," Max replied, his voice shaky.

My tongue grew thicker and longer, and it started to loll out of my mouth, my face cracking into model-level handsomeness. I was so turned on, and I couldn't take it anymore. My balls were throbbing and pulsing, and my cock was throbbing and pulsing.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned, my voice deep and slow.

"Do it, bro," Max moaned, his voice trembling. "Do it, cum all over me, bro."

I felt his fingers run across my short hair, sending a shiver down my spine. My body was wracked with pleasure as I felt ropes of rancid, stinking cum shoot from my cock, splattering his chest and stomach. I couldn't control myself, I was moaning and groaning, the intense orgasm rocking my body, my new, masculine frame shaking and quivering.

With each rope, my bright green eyes became dimmer and dimmer, coloring grayer and grayer as all of my worries and stress flowed out of me, and I fell into a state of bliss, my cock still twitching and throbbing as the last change began. My hair grew longer and thicker, until it was a long, shaggy, dirty mess, and a fresh wave of fresh musk rose off me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, my voice deep and slow, my tongue lolling out of my mouth.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max moaned, his voice cracking. "I can't believe it, dude. You're, like, totally a stoner now, bro."

"Haha, yeah man...wait bro, haven't I always been?" I looked at myself in the dingy dorm mirror, and realized I looked like a dumb, stoned idiot. My voice was deeper, and my accent was different. My hair was messy and unwashed, and my skin was tanned. My pecs were massive and my abs were rock hard. My cock was huge and throbbing. My feet were hairy and stinky. I had a huge, round, bubble butt.

I laughed a deep, airy chuckle.

"That's right" Max said, staring into my dull eyes. He seemed like the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on until I realized.

"I love you, dude." Max giggled.

"Yeah man, I love you, too" I slurred, leaning in for a sloppy kiss, my tongue probing his mouth, the taste of weed and sweat overwhelming. He returned the favor, and soon, we were a mess of sloppy, stoner kisses, our thick, stubbly chins rubbing together, the sound of slurping and licking filling the room.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, the kiss ending, both of us breathing heavy and panting, a mixture of spit dripping from our chins. "That was, like, totally amazing, dude."

"Fuck, yeah, bro, it was fucking awesome," Max groaned, his voice trembling. "I've been waiting for this for, like, ever, bro. It's fucking crazy."

"Yeah, dude, totally," I replied, staring at his gorgeous, masculine features. His big, thick arms, his perfect washboard abs, his massive pecs, and his perfect, handsome face. He was fucking hot, and he was all mine.

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bigtfs · 1 month

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Something was feeling off with that dude you invited over.

That's what you thought when you opened the door to your home as the door bell rang. No doubt, he looked so hot in his clothes, buldging arms with smooth skin, shorts with massive legs growing from his torso where you can see the outlines of his abs that were pushed outside of his roided belly. And to top it all off, a pair of the biggest pecs you have ever seen.

You always had a thing for huge men. The ones you observe at your gym. Secretly wishing that one of them would come over to you, drag you to the locker room and...

You were torn out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

'Ah, sorry! Please come in!' You stuttered, obviously embarresed. You turned around to close the door behind you. And as soon as you went back to your date, you saw that he threw his arms up and didn't hesitate and show himself off.

It was weird, as if he could read your mind. Your dick started to twitch in your sweatpants, pushing the fabric outward. You have the urge to grab his biceps, feel the warmth of his muscles, the veins that surround them, pumping them up with blood. You took a step forward, that's when he jumped right in front of you, your face just centimetres away from his muscle tits. You could smell the sweat from his body, yes, almost taste it on your tounge.

He put his arms down to his waist to pull up his shirt. Thats when you lost it: you just threw your face into his cleavage, inhaled his musk, you began to feel every unevenness of his huge arms that embraced your body.

That's when you felt something pushing you into your stomach. It was warm and began to grow bigger with every heart beat, rhythmically throbbing agains your body.

You felt his hands making their way down to your butt as he ripped your sweatpants down.

Then, all of a sudden, he turned you around, ramming his wet cock into you. You didn't know what happend when you felt a pleasure you've never felt before. He pushed it in, all the way. You could see the outlines of its head on your flat belly. 'Wha... how...?!' You thought, but the thought disappeared as fast as it came.

And as fast as that, you felt a warmth inside of you. You looked down and noticed that he was cumming, your former flat belly was pushed outside. Filled with the warm liquid his cock pumped into you. Your dick, hard as a rock, was slowly pushed against your belly. You're getting fuller and fuller, you belly bigger and bigger when you heard him grunting behind you. He pulled his throbbing cock out. When you turned around you realized how big it was! You felt dizzy so you ran to the toilett. But nothing happend, as hard as you tried to push his cum out, it would stay. Your hands ran over your body, you feel the warm liquid inside of you. You felt disgusted of yourself. Everything that once was flat and even was now jiggly. How was it even possible to produce this ridiculous amount of cum AND get it all inside of a normal human being. You stood up and went to the bathroom mirror an checked yourself out:

'No... what the fuck!' You freaked out and shouted to the fatter version of yourself that looks back at you.

With anger and a gurgeling gut you stomped out of your bathroom just to discover that your date was now sleeping on your couch, his cock dangeling down on the floor.

You accepted your fate and decided that you'll talk to him tomorrow since the dizziness didn't subsided. As soon as you hit the sheets, your eyes grew heavy and you fell asleep.

It was a dreamless night. At least you couldn't remember dreaming. When you checked your phone you noticed that only two hours passed since you fell asleep. Since you weren't sleepy anymore you got up...

...and noticed that your belly grew even bigger. But not just your belly. The rest of your body grew as well. Not with fat. You body felt firm and heavy. You couldn't believe your eyes. What happened?!

When you turned the light on you couldn't believe your own eyes.

Your body packed on muscles. You remembered the pose of your date yesterday evening and threw your arms up to strike a pose. You felt great! Still dizzy but the fact that you're now possesing that physique was overwhelming to you.

You flexed and heard the gurgeling sound your belly made before. But you didn't feel sick, instead you felt stronger and stronger. So you flexed more and more until you saw that your belly was getting smaller and smaller with each contraction of your body.

'...I want more. I NEED more!' you thought and ran to the dude, still sleeping on your couch.

You began to rub his dick until it began to twitch. Like the first time it grew with every throb, rising and leaking cum already. You pulled your boxers down, turned your ass to your new toy and grinded it between your cheeks, making them wet and slippery. With a deep breath you adjusted your position and let it slide inside you once again. The feeling was like the first time you got penetrated by his monster. With each thrust of you it slid deeper into you. And there it was again, that pleasent feeling of his warm, potent cum flowing into you. You jumped up and down on his rod, flooding your intestines. You saw how your stomach grew bigger and bigger until you heard his moaning again.

You stood up, grinned widely and threw your biceps up

You felt great! The warmth was emitting to your whole body now, concentrating in your muscles. The only thought you had was: flex. So you flexed. And flexed. You felt your belly shrinking again. And this time it happend pretty fast. Soon you could see your abs. But you never had abs.

Well, now you have them! And you couldn't have been more turned on by yourself. You went back to your bedroom, flexing in front of your mirror, playing on your dick and shooting some pictures for your grindr profile.

But wait... why should you be satisfied, when you you could just get even bigger?

So you ran back to the living room to get some more of his magic juice into your system. You didn't even bother to put on some clothes so you went there bare naked. You were wondering how he could still be asleep.

You played with his hammer, sucked it and got it lubed up with your spit. It grew again but this time way faster then before. 'How convenient...' you thought as you felt your ass still covered in his cum so you cut to the chase and turned your juicy ass around, now facing towards him to see his massive body jiggleing in the rhythm of your thrusting.

You climed on top and let his penis glide inside of you. You moaned in pleasure as the outlines of his cock were shown behind your chisled abs. Jumping up and down you saw his pecs bouncing in the same rhythm. You leand towards them and sucked his nipples. That's when you felt that warm feeling spreading in your insides again. You could not just see that your gut was growing, you could even feel it. And holy shit, it felt good! So good that you didn't even notice that your penis was also getting bigger. You grabed your belly as it was filled on and on with sticky cum, you heard the gurgeling sound of every splash.

'Oh fuuuuuck yeah! Give it to me big boy! I want it all! I need it all!' You feel how every shot he unloaded ended up in your gut. You felt your dick being pushed down. Even if it wanted to, your dick couldn't stand up straight, because of your buldging belly. It looked like you've been using roids for several years straight. A real roid gut. No, not a roid gut. A cum gut. Your so proud of it. And it keeps getting bigger. Muscle and cum. You began strokeing your dick. Now you noticed that it had grown in length and it was girthier as well. It was pure ecstasy! You began to pinch your nipples. Oh shit, they're so sensitive now. Even the smallest tickle felt like an explosion. And then you were there:

You felt your balls expanding, producing amounts of cum. You wanted to release it but you couldn't. It wouldn't come out. Instead, your balls expanded to the size of oranges. Big, round, juicy oranges dangleing behind your dick which looks like a third arm growing between your legs. As the growth subsided, you got up from your partner.

...and checked yourself out:

One week later:

Your cum gut shrunk back to a normal size. Well, as normal as it could be despite of your growth spurt you lived through. But you love it. You love every pund of the newly gained muscle mass that covers your body. You feel like newly born with benefits you couldn't have imagined.

Now you wonder as you're leaning over your first test subject, if you could do this to other people.

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bigtfs · 2 months

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First Workout of the Year

Aidan was just starting his second semester at university, and after a long winter break of being a bum he was ready to get back to his goal of finally getting in some semblance of shape.Despite his efforts during the fall he was still practically a twig, something the studs on grindr were keen to let him know. This was finally going to be when he packed on some size, he told himself as he headed into the campus gym. It was packed with people his size, trying for those new year's resolutions, with the regular jocks standing out amongst the crowd. He squeezed in between the hoards of people, getting in a basic circuit on the resistance machines. After about 40 measly minutes he was sweaty, out of breath, and decided to call it a day for his first workout back.

He headed to the locker room to rinse off before getting on his way. Letting the warm water pour over him for a few minutes, he let his thoughts drift to the hunks he saw in the free weight area. Damn they looked good, he thought, I hope I can pull off a tank top like that eventually. Eventually he came back to reality, turned off the water and reached for his towel. Or at least, where his towel was supposed to be. Shit! I must’ve forgotten it and not even noticed, he lamented. Soaking wet and low on options, he peeked out from the stall to see if anyone was around. Shockingly, the place was empty. On a nearby bench he spotted a leftover towel. Not that he wanted to use a dirty towel, but there weren’t many alternatives. Embarrassed about his actions, he darted over and snagged the towel before hiding back in the shower.

Eager to put this whole situation behind him, he used the towel to dry off his body, followed by his face. But while wiping his face he noticed a stench that had been missed earlier. The towel absolutely reeked of sweat and body odor. Upon opening his eyes at the eye watering smell he saw an even more disgusting problem: the towel was coated in thick dark hairs! How did I not see that? He cursed at himself. He spit one out of his mouth. Disgusted, he threw the towel down to the floor and quickly changed back into his clothes before storming out of the gym.

On his walk back to his dorm he was pissed, Who would leave a filthy towel like that? He angrily thought, and why did I not pay closer attention? The afternoon was warm, and he felt himself sweating. Guess I’ll have to shower again, he thought to himself. As he kept walking he felt increasingly sore in his muscles, maybe that workout was better than he had thought. He caught himself scratching at his pit, which was odd behavior for him, but he brushed it off as just being sweaty and sore. He brought his finger back up to his nose and sniffed them. Phew I stink! He said to himself. A moment later that action registered in his brain, Why the hell did I just scratch and sniff my pit? He began to worry. His shirt began to feel a little tighter than normal, restricting his arm movements as he walked. His shoes also felt smaller than usual. He continued making his way home, nearly there, as worry truly set in.

By the time he reached his dorm his back was drenched with sweat, he was feeling sore and itchy and all around uncomfortable. As he reached his hand to the door to put his key in his eyes widened. His hand was much larger than normal, as was his forearm, and they were both coated in thick dark hairs. As he stared, the hairs seemed to grow denser as they spread up his forearm to his bicep, which was also inflating to ridiculous size. Aidan quickly threw open the door and ran inside straight to his bathroom mirror.

What he saw made his jaw drop. His frame had grown substantially since leaving the gym just a while before, pushing against his now tight clothing. He could see his biceps and shoulders bulging under the fabric, stretching his t-shirt to its limit. As he stared agape in the mirror his pecs also began to grow, inflating his shirt even more. He groaned in discomfort as everything felt so sore as his muscles packed on years worth of mass in seconds. With a final grunt, his shirt split open, unable to contain his hulking body in a size small any longer.

His shirt in tatters, Aidan’s bulked up body was now clearly visible. Muscle mass was not the only thing growing on him. As he stared at his mountainous pecs, tiny dark spots began to appear across them. Dark pinpricks spread across his chest before erupting into dark brown hairs. Thin at first, they quickly darkened and thickened into respectable chest fur as his skin disappeared beneath the growing coat. It spread out from the center, swirling across his pecs and thickening around his nipples as thicker, longer hairs sprouted around them. The hairs crawled up to his collarbone, making sure that plenty of dark hairs would be visible above any shirt. He moaned from the feeling of the hair spreading, filling his new body with ecstasy.

Aidan felt his previously flat stomach contort, with pronounced abs growing in and giving him that sought after V shape he admired in other jocks. That definition was quickly buried under his spreading body hair, however, as it raced down from his chest. Thick, dark hairs grew down in waves across his stomach, burying his abs under a coat of dense fur just like his chest. But that was just the beginning of it. He felt a strong itch below the waist of his paints as pressure increased substantially there. Pulling out his waistband he watched in horror as thick hairs erupted across his groin, engulfing the wisps that had been there before. The hairs were thick, dark, and grew curlier by the second as they spread. They grew up above his waistband, connecting to the forest that had covered his stomach, and then down to his thighs. His balls were not spared that fate either, with his sack becoming overrun with fur. With a densely hairy crotch that only continued to grow, Aidan groaned and put his hands up to his face, revealing a flash of dark under his arm.

He lifted his arm just in time to see thick, wiry hairs erupting from his armpit. They grew longer and thicker as they spread out, and he could see the sweat getting trapped in the bushes already. He scratched at the growing tuft of hair with his other hand, feeling the hairs grow and curl as they filled his armpit to the brim, sticking out even when he put his arm down. Those hairy pits already smelled to match the jock he was becoming, it was eye watering. The hairs even filled out to the point of connecting with his chest hair, giving his upper body a full coat. Or so he thought, at least, before the hairs began crawling up his boulder shoulders, the fur wrapping all the way to his back. The itchiness growing on his other side told him all he needed to know. Thick hairs were worming their way out across his shoulder blades, dusting his entire back with dark fur. The hairs climbed down, thickening as they approached his ass, which itself had grown quite a bit without him noticing. The itchy feeling reached a zenith as dark brown hairs began pushing out of his plump ass, giving him a nice thick fur coat even there. He reached around to scratch at his hole, feeling intense pleasure as thick curly hairs burst out around it, filling his crack with dark hairs.

It was at this point, half lost in pleasure, that Aidan noticed his pants becoming incredibly tight. To avoid what happened with his shirt he quickly stripped them off, watching his quads grow to three times the size they had been, and the rest of his legs packing on impressive size. The thick hair in his groin and on his ass spread downwards, coating his thighs in an absolute rug of curly hairs. They of course did not stop there, shooting up across his calves and stretching down towards his feet, which began to grow quickly. After kicking off his shoes he watched as his feet grew longer, toes getting thicker as the same thick dark hairs popped up across his toes and the top of his foot. He was now stuck with huge hairy jock feet! Aidan looked back up at the mirror, seeing a hulking and incredibly hairy jocked up body that looked nothing like he had just an hour before. The only thing out of place was his babyface, though something told him that was soon to change.

As if waiting for that moment, the hairs on his face began to sprout. Follicles pushed out hair after hair as his chin darkened. His hands scratched at the growing stubble as it covered his face, wiry hairs exploding across his upper lip. The thick hairs continued growing and spreading, giving him full coverage, reaching high up on his cheeks and connecting down to his chest hair. The fur crawled out of him, leaving barely any of his skin visible by the end. His body continued to explode with muscle, his frame getting heavier and bulkier. The hair hid most of the definition but anyone would still be able to tell how absolutely built he was now. The changes had taken a lot out of him as well, he was drenched in sweat and out of breath looking at his new form in the mirror. He absolutely reeked as well, all the new hair catching sweat and musk.

Somehow though, he didn’t seem to mind that much. He had always been a real hairy and stinky guy, ever since puberty hit him hard in middle school. Kids had made fun of him then but now they admired and lusted after him. He was a real stud, and he was late for his second workout of the day.

This was my first ever tf story, let me know if you like it! Hopefully they'll only get better from here. If you have ideas for future stories also let me know, I'd love to try out more.

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Four!

Finally!!! I found someone who can do it… I’ve waited years… looked for years… trying to find someone, somehow to restore myself… to regrow my foreskin. I’ve always envied the guys who still had them, they’re supposed to give more pleasure, better for sex, better for jerking off… and they look fun, but most like people in United States were robbed of it right after birth, exposing our cock heads to everything, desensitizing it… but now I have a witch that’ll regrow mine, she says it’ll be like it was always there… like a new cock.

I eagerly went to her house, anxious but excited.. ready for my new lease on life.. I walk in and hand her the 10,000 she wanted.. a lot I know but a small price to pay for a real foreskin.

She smiles at me, asking me to strip… I lay back on the bed as instructed, naked, my dick soft.. slightly embarrassed as I’m not that huge of a guy.. especially in front a girl… I sigh as she grabs some kind of salve, pouring liquid in it, chanting over it.

Sitting there nervously I watch as she finishes the mixture and before I can say or do anything she covers my cock in the potion, it tingles immediately.. I gulp as she starts to chant it starts to slide into my piss slit, down my cock. Unknown to me it starts to rearrange my very DNA. The salve not only slides into my cock it starts to just absorb as well, she grabs my dick and I get hard, really… really hard… a few strokes it comes to life even more, the salve doing its job… but growing my cock? No I didn’t ask for that… I watch as the skin tone changes, a very dark tan spreads all over my dick, spreading to my balls as they swell with a new cum, a different guys cum… I don’t have a clue about that yet…

I watch in awe as she plays with it, it keeps growing and growing.. going from my 5.5 inches to a huge dick.. she almost reads my mind and measures it for me, right around 9 inches… and then it starts pulsing, throbbing, getting thick… really thick… it’s rapidly becoming the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!

Kyle: is it supposed to be growingggg like this?!

She smiles “it’s all part of the plan… to make you a new man!”

I arch an eye brow confused, it’s almost like what she says had more meaning then just my dick. I gulp as it finishes growing, finishes tanning my new massive meat, she starts to trace her fingers around the shaft, my circumsition scar fades as she tugs the skin starts to stretch, getting longer, looser and finally she pulls it over my head… I look down… there it is… my foreskin! She plays with a bit making it a loose one, easily able to stretch and go on another man’s cock? Why would I think that… I grab my head confused.

She grabs my cock and starts to hammer away at it, stroking it insanely fast, I realize the moistness in my foreskin, my glands are back to how they should be… it’s way more sensitive.. I moan, unable to do much, my mind gets foggy, I can only focus on cumming… need to cum… feels so good…. Fuckkkk

I grunt.. loudly and explode, my cum going everywhere… shooting out my old dna… I lay there dazed my entire body starts to feel funny, the witch smiles and rubs my cum into my cock

“Good boy.. Connor”

It’s the last thing I hear before the world goes black.

Waking up felt weird, the whole room was spinning, everything seemed off, my glasses were gone, I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I go to sit up and look down and scream, my body… I’m.. tan? Hairless? What the fuck… everything’s bigger… I quickly pull the covers off and run to the mirror in the corner of the room and my world comes crashing down around me.

I’m not me… I’m some guy? More like a kid… big blue eyes, tan… hairless everywhere… not fat but not toned… but there it is… my MASSIVE meat flopping around between my legs… uncut and moist. I can’t help myself as I grab it and pull the foreskin back, admiring it, playing with it.. before long I’m rock hard and staring at myself in the mirror, it’s a far change… I have to be closer to 6 ft now… way taller then 5’3… I smirk, admiring my body, its flawless… I stare, not realizing I started to jerk off, pounding away sensually at my new uncut dick.. it feels amazing… so much better then before, more wet inside…

“Oh fuck yeah mate this feels amazing!”

There’s a chill that runs down my spine as soon as I hear my voice… it sounds foreign.. Australian maybe? I groan, too lost in pleasure my body takes over, almost on auto pilot it knows what to do and before long I spray my seed all over the mirror… I stand there dazed, the orgasm affects my mind almost instantly.. cumming is good … so good for me… I… I have to do it multiple times a day… wait what?

I shake my head and find the bathroom, going in and splashing water on myself…

“Cmon keep it together Connor” wait Connor? No my names Connor not Connor!!!

Oh fuck what’s happening… I need to call that bitch!

It doesn’t take much searching to find Connor’s phone, I call her and she answers laughing

“I told you I’d make you a new man! You wanted a foreskin so bad… well I gave you the thickest, wettest one I could… on the literal horniest boy on the planet… Connor is an onlyfans and gay porn star… he needs to drain that cock multiple times a day… that cocks your new brain Connor… you’ll think with it all day, everyday.

C: what?! No this ain’t right gimme my body back!! Please

W: no can do… your stuck… besides… who else is gonna start my foreskin regrowing project around the world huh? You love foreskin so much I made it so now you can dock your floppy foreskin on someone else’s cock and give them a foreskin… whether they want it or not… you won’t be able to resist that desire to infect people with new foreskins.. or the desire for sex. Cheers little man.

The bitch hangs up on me, I drop the phone.. her words echo in my head… i can’t be that horny right? This kid can’t be that… shit I need to cum again… my dicks throbbing… I start stroking in the bathroom, I quickly get in the shower, turning it on I let the warm water cascade on me.. I gulp, unable to stop myself I stroke my meat… I notice a dildo in the shower with lube, I try to resist it but I can’t… I’m a top god damn it I ain’t shoving that up my ass… but while I think that my body does it on its own, plunging the dildo deep in me and I start to fuck myself with it while jerking off, before long I spray my seed everywhere, gasping for air.. my brains all fogged up, I can only think about sex, cumming, jerking.. looking good for the camera.. for fucks sake, someone’s gotta help me. I pull the dildo out, moaning..

I quickly shower and head to the bedroom. Putting on some freaky skimpy underwear… my dicks still hard, I lay on the bed, looking through Connor’s phone I find his only fans, scrolling through I get turned on.. again… by myself none the less! I sigh and try to control it, I just can’t shake it… my body goes into auto pilot again, laying back and taking some skimpy underwear pics, putting them online, I’m unable to stop myself… like a prisoner watching. Once the photos are up I can control my body again… I get up quickly and get dressed.. gotta go find someone to help me… to fuck me.. no damnit.. this is crazy !! I can’t think with anything but my dick! Gotta go spread foreskin… gotta turn men… sighing I feel defeated, here I was stuck as some young 20 year old dumb hung Aussie twink…

I open the door to Connor’s apartment, seeing a guy standing there that was about to knock..

He grabs me, kissing me

“Hey sexy… let’s go drain those balls so you can think enough for us to go shopping” the guys smirks, kicking the door shut. I stand there unable to think… just hard…

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Sometimes Mick felt a little bad about what he’d do. He would transform and mess with men every now and then, experimenting with a variety of victims. Guys who were jerks and needed to be taken down a peg, guys who were good Samaritans and deserved a reward, and some who were just minding their own business. It was the latter that was the most difficult to deal with. Still, whenever that urge to have fun rolled around, it was next to impossible to ignore it.

That just so happened to be the case as Mick relaxed in the sauna at the gym that he frequented. He had no idea who the two muscular men were who walked in after him, one in his mid-fifties while the other was in his early thirties. The way they chatted with one another made it sound like they were friends or at least work out buddies — the older one seemed to be more knowledgeable about workout plans and diets than the younger.

Mick smirked and stood up to leave the sauna, snapping his fingers as he exited the door.

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Adam sat on the sauna bench, enjoying how the hot steam relaxed his tense muscles after his strenuous workout. “Damn,” he huffed, rolling his neck to the side to pop it, “that kicked the crap out of me.”

The older man, Vlad, smirked and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I told you I can whip you into shape,” he chuckled. “We’ll have you contest-ready in no time.”

Adam was interested in getting into natural bodybuilding, and after searching online, had managed to find Vlad who was a certified personal trainer. The older guy had years of experience when it came to helping others bulk up to incredible sizes, so Adam was eager to hire him. Lo and behold, it was only his first session with the guy, and he was already feeling as if his muscles were on fire.

The two men talked about workout plans, not really noticing when the other gym patron left the sauna, snapping his fingers behind him. There was an odd electric feel to the thick, steamy air that passed as soon as it had come.

Adam massaged his already sore pectoral, winded from the workout his trainer had put him through. Still, the results were promising and he found himself incredibly excited for tomorrow’s workout. He glanced over at the older man.

“So, like, what’s the workout plan for tomorrow, Daddy?” he asked in a voice that sounded like it’d shot up several octaves, sounding comical coming from his bulky body. He jerked back in confusion and cleared his throat a couple times, wondering if the steam was just messing with it and making it sound weird; but that didn’t explain the odd inflections or why he’d referred to the older man as ‘Daddy’.

Even Vlad scrunched up his face in confusion, eying the younger man up and down. “I’m gonna work those tight glutes of yours, Babe,” he grunted, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than it had earlier. The older man’s eyes widened in shock at what had left his mouth and he scratched at his chest in wonder, wincing when he felt much more hair on it than usual.

Sure enough, when he looked down at himself, his chiseled chest was covered in dense salt-and-pepper colored hair. What shocked him the most was that his nipples had seemingly inflated, sticking out of the hairy forest by at least half and inch.

“Damn, Boy, Daddy’s nips have gotten so big for ya to suck on,” he heard himself playfully growl, blood draining from his face at his words.

Adam shot to his feet in a panic, his heart racing in his chest. “Daddy, like, what is even happening to us?” he twittered, waving his hands effeminately as he began to fret. He had no idea why he or Vlad were speaking so differently and he began to wonder if it was the steam that was affecting their brains. “Like, maybe this steam is fucking with our heads?”

The two men rushed out of the steam room and stood out in the vacant locker room, both of them panting from a mixture of the heat from the sauna and from the trepidation that filled their worried bodies.

It took them both a second to realize that in their hurry to get out of the sauna and catch their breath, they didn’t notice that they were standing uncomfortably close to one another: Vlad had his buff arm wrapped around Adam’s waist, the latter resting one of his hands on the the former’s hairier chest.

Both men took a quick step away from one another, blushing furiously. Neither of them wanted to admit that they wanted to step closer though, opting to look anywhere but at the other.

Adam took a nervous breath and readied himself to see if all the weirdness really was just due to the steam. “So, like, that was suuuuper weird,” he said, his heart falling at the words that left his mouth.

At the worried look that crossed over Adam’s features, Vlad felt an unknown protective surge inside of him, and he stepped forward and enveloped the smaller man in his arms. He was shocked by his actions, having never held another man so intimately before, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. “Relax, Baby,” he said. “Let’s go home and figure this out.”

Adam was so focused on how much he loved to have his face shoved in the older man’s hairy chest that he didn’t register that, somehow, the two men knew that they lived together. He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself away from the older man. “Like, that sounds like a great idea, Daddy,” he muttered, pausing when he looked at the other man, staring straight ahead to only see Vlad’s clavicles. “Oh em gee! I, like, totally shrunk!”

When they’d started their workout this morning, Adam had actually been taller than Vlad by at least two inches, but now that he looked at the older man, he realized that he was now the shorter of the two. In his panic, he let his towel fall to the ground.

Vlad winced and fought the lust that ran throughout his hairy body as he stared at the naked man before him. He felt himself lick his lips hungrily as he looked at his younger companion’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs, running his gaze downward to the the two-inch nub that poked out above a set of balls that resembled cherry tomatoes.

“Oh shit,” he grunted. “Babe, please don’t panic, but I think I’m gonna have a lot more fun with your ass than your cock.”

“Like, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, cocking his eyebrow. He looked down at himself in confusion. When he saw his shrunken equipment, he let out a loud shriek of terror. “Like, what happened to my nub?!” He stomped his foot in frustration. “My nub! No, my nub! Fuck me! I don’t have a nub, I have a c-c- NUB!”

“Relax, Babe, you’re gettin’ all worked up,” Vlad said in a calm voice. “Daddy will take care of everything.”

“That’s, like, totally easy for you to say!” Adam spat, putting both of his hands on his hips as he talked. “I, like, get stuck with this puny nub, while you get a big, juicy cock!” He gestured forward at the older man.

Vlad glanced down and nearly fainted when he saw the large tent in his towel. He quickly tossed the cloth to the floor and stared wide-eyed at the foot long cock that was as large as a beer can and balls that were as big as oranges. It waved wildly in front of him and leaked precum the more he looked at the smaller (in both senses of the word) man.

“Daddy, like what happened to us?” Adam panicked, his pathetic nub throbbing with want the more he stared at the older man. “Like, why am I sooooo horny right now?”

Vlad wanted nothing more than to figure out what was wrong too so that they could fix it and return to their normal relationship as trainer and client. However, deep down, the new feelings inside of him made it so that a part of him really didn’t want to go back. “Daddy will take care of that for ya, Babe,” he cooed, walking forward and wrapping his arms around the younger stud affectionately. He bent down and began to kiss up the panicked man’s jawline.

Adam was overcome with such a surge of lust and love for the older man who he called ‘Daddy’, and before he could register what was happening, the two of them were making out in the locker room. The two men felt one another up and it wasn’t long before Vlad was on his back and Adam was bouncing on his cock, grasping both of the older man’s inflated nipples. The two of them heatedly made love in the locker room, being known as the gym’s cutest couple from then on.

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No Nut November

For Tommy and his friends, No Nut November had become a yearly tradition. While he didn’t necessarily look forward to it, the blonde always seemed to win- often being able to outlast his buddies. And while this year had certainly been close, it looked like Tommy was going to take to take home the bragging rights. Sure, his dick ached with need and he had been neglecting it for the past couple of weeks. And while his boyfriend often made fun of him for engaging in such a “stupid contest”, Tommy was more of a strict bottom anyway and got plenty of his needs met that way.

“Congrats on your victory babe.” His boyfriend had texted him, “I have a surprise for you when I get home.” The winky face at the end of the message told Tommy everything he needed to know- and he was definitely looking forward to whatever activities his boyfriend had planned.

But as Tommy continued to go about his daily activities, still ignoring the ache in his dick, a new feeling settled in his stomach. He rubbed his sore abs and took a few deep breaths as he felt an odd cramping sensation welling up from deep within him. He assumed it must’ve been something he ate and walked to the bathroom. But the discomfort didn’t seem to stop- only getting worse as his body heated up. He quickly removed his clothing, the cool air of the room feeling nice on his warm skin, while a cool draft caused his cock to stir with pleasure and pain. Tommy nearly doubled over at the feeling in his aching member- staring at it as it enlarged. He went to touch it and fell to his back from the intensity of the pleasure that just a simple touch caused.

“Wh-what the fuck.” He breathed out, lying on the ground, his eyes unfocused from the waves of pleasure and pain that coursed throughout his lean body.

And like a sudden compulsion, he felt his arms forced to extend above his head, an aching sensation emanating throughout them. He watched as his arms started to fill with muscle, while his hands start to shift and change- becoming wider while his fingers shortened and became stubbier.

“Fuck yeah, finally!” Another voice called out softly, so softly that Tommy barely heard it.

“Who’s there?” Tommy replied, fear taking hold of his mind.

But before he could register anything else, he felt another creaking and cracking of his muscles. This time, he watched as his pecs appeared to sink into themselves, his nipples disappearing, while a small hole formed in the center of what used to be his chest. At the same time, it appeared as though his legs were also beginning to shift. His feet were taking on the appearance of hands, while his leg muscles appeared to be readjusting, taking on an appearance somewhat similar to incredibly muscular arms. Tommy looked down at what used to be his arms and his eyes widened as he realized his hands were not large and calloused feet, tufts of hair on the surface of them. And as his arms packed on more and more muscle, he felt his head being squeezed on either side.

“Ah this feels so good.” The voice was less soft, louder and more present.

Tommy let out a surprised yelp as he felt his body push itself up until the blonde found himself doing what felt like a handstand. And that’s when it dawned on Tommy. His arms were now a pair of muscular and powerful legs, ending with large manly feet. He tried to crane his neck to look up but barely could.

“Ha-ha broooo.” The voice called out, “Fuckin’ look at me.” It said in its deep baritone voice. The same stupid voice that Tommy associated with frat bros.

“St-stop...pl-please.” Tommy called out, his own voice becoming softer. He noticed he was having a harder time moving his mouth to form words.

But he was ignored and suddenly found himself swinging from side to side as his body began to move on its own. He could do nothing as he continued to feel himself change further. First, he felt as though he was no longer able to move his neck and he watched as he blond locks fell from his head. And then for a split second, the world went dark before his field of vision returned, albeit somewhat limited. The same with his hearing. And he noticed the muscular legs on either side of him begin to become coated in hairs. As he tried to call out again, Tommy felt what he initially thought was phlegm rise from the back of his throat. The liquid was salty and seemed to dribble from his mouth, causing him to want to gag, but he found himself unable to. None of this made sense, and he was trying to get a better glimpse of himself. All he could make out was what looked like a hairy muscular abdomen, and two thick hairy thighs on either side of him. Questions filled his mind as he tried to understand his situation. But before he could think more on it, he heard a dumb chuckle and suddenly, Tommy felt as though he face was being stretched- another aching sensation coursing through his head and neck.

“Ya know you’ve neglected me for a long time.” The booming voice said. Tommy wanted to yelp as he felt a hand wrap around him, “But I’m not gonna do that to you bro.” Tommy barely had any idea what the voice was saying, “Huh, that’s right. This might be a bit confusing for ya brah. Here have a look.”

If Tommy could, he would’ve widened his eyes. In the mirror in front of him was one of the largest, hairiest men that he had seen. The guy looked like he played football, the pinnacle of masculinity with a stupid dopey grin on his chiseled face. But that was less shocking compared to what Tommy soon came to realize. The man was holding his fat, enlarged member, which is when Tommy was able to put it all together.

“That’s right bro, you ignored me for so long, I just had to take control.” The jock laughed, “And well that means we had to switch places.”

Tommy felt a sense of dread well up from deep within him. This couldn’t be happening- he was a human! Not a cock. This wasn’t possible. As his mind bounced around trying to rationalize his way through this, the jock smiled.

“Well aren’t you eager.” He chuckled in his dim voice, scratching at his hairy pec, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

And that’s when Tommy felt it. The hand around his cylindrical body began to pump up and down, faster and faster. His thoughts became harder to focus on as pleasure coursed throughout his body- the calloused hand that played with him igniting wave after wave of pleasure. He felt himself twitch, his hard cylindrical body throbbing in anticipation. The jock smirked and quickened his pace.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? Think you could just ignore me?” He moaned out, his pace quickening, “Never again bro. Turned you into my needy cock. Showing you what a real man looks like.” Tommy could barely register any of the words, the liquid in the back of his throat rising faster and faster, “Fuck dude!” The jock moaned out as he finally came, sending wave after wave of cum from Tommy’s new mouth.

Tommy could barely process the level of pleasure that rocketed through his new body. His mind was nearly shattered as his cylindrical body softened and dangled limply between the jock’s legs. But as Tommy was winding down from the pleasure, he felt something cover his entire body, throwing his world into darkness. The jock smirked and posed in the mirror, showing off his bulge and ass, which were covered in black compression underwear. There was another dumb chuckle, and Tommy twitched in pleasure as the jock grabbed him through his underwear.

“Welcome to your new home, bro.” The jock chuckled, “Now let’s go find that boyfriend of yours. If I had to guess, that ass of his was also feeling pretty neglected. Someone ought to help him out, don’t you think?” And Tommy felt his new body quickly expanding, pressed up tightly against the confines of the new jock’s underwear.

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The Adventures of Leit: Sissel

A sequel to Yahahaa~!

Now nearly completely immobilized by the "gift" of a playful nature spirit, Leit sets out to broker a new deal with the deity. The first rule of dealing with trickster gods is to remember that they are by definition... tricksters.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

[Previous Chapter]

Leit gripped the reins of the oxen he had rented and struggled against his own exhaustion. He had ridden through the night to get to his destination, and despite his fatigue, he dared not stop. It wasn’t just that he was in a hurry to find the nature spirit that had “blessed” him before. He was worried that any action he attempted other than driving would be rewarded by the nature sprites that harried him at every turn. The sprites were nothing if not overzealous in their gift-giving. Even just tying his shoes had warranted fanfare and a reward, and each “reward” added more mass to his already impossibly huge package.

When Leit had reached the inn the night before, he had thought he would have a little time to rest and recover, but he quickly realized that was not to be. Even just the act of entering the tavern had summoned the spirits. He suddenly found himself immobilized on a massive set of cock and balls that dwarfed his whole body! It had taken twenty other patrons to get him out of the tavern.

Someone had had the bright idea to use a bunch of old, hardened baguettes to set up a roller belt to slide him across the tavern towards the back entrance. The extra wide doors were primarily used for unloading barrels and bags of flour and rice for the kitchen. However, the loading dock was only barely wide enough to get Leit’s massive nuts through them. Each of his massive stones was far larger than the whiskey and ale barrels that normally passed through. His nuts were so massive that they rivaled the size of wild boars, and his cock was easily as long as the bar counter but far wider!

As soon as the crew got him through the doorway, the tell-tale sound of popping and cheering preceded the arrival of yet another nature spirit. “Yahahaa~!” it had cheered as Leit’s cock and balls grew even larger. Let watched in horror as his cock and balls grew and grew, but even as he fixated on his own package, his gaze drifted towards the pronounced bulges in the pants of the other tavern goers. They had shared in his rewards as well. With each successful “challenge” they too saw pronounced growth below the belt.

The crew had managed to shove him off the loading platform and onto a cart. Another poof. Another cheer. Another surge of growth.

The wooden cart creaked beneath him. The spokes cracked. The axels splintered. The cart shattered under the sheer weight of Leit’s swelling package.

The crew redoubled their efforts. Using the now wheel-less wreckage of the cart, they managed to pull Leit and his package through the mud like a dog sled through the snow until he reached the docks.

Another poof. Another cheer. Another round of growth for everyone involved. Now, even Leit’s saviors were looking indecent. Many were clad in loose, ragged, peasant attire which barely contained their swollen cock and balls. The sheer weight of their packages on the crotch of their loose pants caused the waistbands to dip well past their hip and halfway down their thighs. Their cocks were so thick that they rivaled their throats for sheer girth, and their balls were the size of pumpkins! Yet they persisted.

Leit ponied up the funds to rent one of the larger merchant carts – one that would hopefully hold his weight and then some. He needed to be sure that he didn’t outgrow this cart somewhere in the countryside far from the aid of others.

The team got him loaded onto the cart using a nearby crane. Another poof. Another cheer. Another surge.

The tavernkeeper’s clothes had been nicer than many of the other people who had stepped up to help. His tight slacks had long since torn away. Now his cock was so huge that the head of it scraped the dirt even after draping over his massive, beer barrel sized nuts.

The team gathered enough oxen to pull the cart, handed Leit the reins, and sent him on his way. Another poof. Another cheer. Another surge. As Leit was pulling away from the town, he glanced over his shoulder at his saviors. Every last one of them had long since outgrown their pants. Nuts scraped the dirt. Cocks draped over their nuts and splayed out for a foot or two in front of them. Even the smallest of the bunch had a cock that rivaled their waist for sheer size. Leit just hoped that once he got out of range, they would be spared further “rewards”.

He had ridden for hours since then. The sun had long since set and risen once more. Evert turn in the path, every fork in the road, he worried that his choices would warrant a prize. He dared not stop. He dared not sleep. All he could do was focus on traveling farther in hopes of reaching his goal before he outgrew his vehicle.

His oxen were exhausted as he turned down the dirt path through the forest. The cart, even reinforced to handle oversized load, groaned perilously beneath his weight. His nuts were so huge that either massive boulder was the size of a covered wagon. His soft cock snaked in front of him like a sea serpent. It was thicker than the mightiest oak and as tall as a pine tree. Some part of his mind noted the size of his cock compared to that of the tree trunks that filled the old growth forest that he wandered through, but he quickly shoved the thought from his mind. The last thing he wanted was to let the spirits think he actually enjoyed his new size… even if on some level, he secretly did.

Orgasms felt amazing. With each surge in size, his climaxes had become more amazing, more intense, more blissful, more intoxicating! He could feel himself getting addicted to the sensation, and some part of him craved the next release. The dark thoughts gnawing at the back of his mind worked their way into his cock, causing the thick trunk of his cock to stir to life. Soon, his rod jutted out in front of him further than even his ox team.

As he made his way deeper and deeper into the forest, Leit fought a losing battle against himself. He was getting hornier by the moment! At first, he tried to chalk it up to how sensitive his massive cock and balls were. The steady rumbling of the cart was like a deep-tissue massage for him caravan-sized sack, but as he made his way deeper into the forest, his mind was flooded with thoughts of growing and cumming and cumming and growing. Sure, he was a horny guy, but the sane part of his brain resisted with all its might. He was horny, but he was not this horny! Something else must be affecting him, and Leit had a pretty good idea what – or who – that something might be.

“I know you’re there, Sissel,” Leit called out.

“Perceptive, are we?” Came a voice from the forest. “Perhaps, I should reward you?”

A chuckle reverberated through the trees. Leit could once again feel the pressure growing in his already supersized sack and schlong. His cart was already straining under the wait of his massive package, and he could tell he had another growth spurt coming.

“T-this is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Leit struggled to speak. With every syllable he uttered he had to fight back the urge to moan. The growth felt so fantastic. Part of him craved more. Part of him wanted to get bigger and bigger, but he had to keep that part of him in check. If he succumbed, he’d soon be trapped on a package far too massive for even his cart to handle. He’d be stranded in the middle of nowhere on a set of cock and balls that would dwarf a yeti.

“And what was it you wanted to say?” The voice replied. The voice seemed to be coming from every direction at once. It was as if the speaker had him surrounded on all sides. It was as if the words themselves came from every tree in the forest.

“These gifts… I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t move at this size!” Leit protested.

“You seem to get around just fine to me?” Sissel replied playfully.

“You know what I mean! I can’t continue my adventure like this! I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but is there any way we can discuss a different reward for my services?” Leit asked.

“Hmm… A different reward? I may have something in mind… I actually was going to suggest it sooner or later, but you took the initiative and sought me out.” Sissel replied cryptically.

Leit wasn’t about to take Sissel’s offer at face value, especially when the tricky nature spirit hadn’t even said what it was yet, but anything was better than being trapped atop his own immense schlong… right?

“I’m listening…” Leit replied skeptically.

“Well. You’re carrying around so much of my little blessing, wouldn’t you say?” Sissel teased.

Leit’s eye twitched slightly, but he didn’t reply. He merely waited to hear what Sissel had in mind.

“Don’t be so dour. Think about it as a sort of… Oh, I don’t know. A fundraiser? You collect points, and you can turn those in to me for some fun prizes!” Sissel said. There was a strange sort of manic glee to his voice that made Leit more than a little uncomfortable. Sissel was one of the “good” lesser deities, but gods had a different definition of good and evil than people did.

“And what are these points, you speak of?” Leit asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re sitting on it right now?” Sissel replied with a giggle.

Leit glanced down at his enormous package. Was Sissel really implying that he was willing to trade the mass Leit had accumulated for something else?

“And what kind of ‘prizes’ are you offering?” Leit asked. He was skeptical to say the least, but he was already treading dangerous ground by asking for a god to rethink his boon.

“Oh. The usual things you adventuresome types crave. Would you like to be a little stronger? A little taller? A little smarter? Mortal bodies are so easy to shape, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Sissel said with a cackle.

“So, I give up the size that you’ve granted me, and I get a… for lack of a better word… an upgrade to some other part?” Leit asked.

“Of course, but I’ll tell you now, I don’t have time for hashing out the minutiae. Well, ok. You got me. I’ve got plenty of time. I just don’t want to. So, I’ll tell you what. I’ll take all the size you have gained so far, and give you a boon to match,” Sissel explained.

Leit was running the numbers in his head. He could boost one of his attributes? All it would cost was the unwieldy mass of cock and balls that he was currently trapped atop? This seemed too good to be true, which meant it probably was.

“What’s the catch?” Leit asked.

“Catch? What’s the catch!? Oh, you wound me so…” Sissel replied. His voice dripping with mock indignation.

“I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I feel like you were a little too generous with your gifts before, and I want to be sure that this trade is fair for you,” Leit replied.

“Hmm… maybe you are right. I was a bit liberal with my gift, wasn’t I?” Sissel mused.

“Right. I appreciate the gesture, but I’d like to make sure we approach the table as equals if we’re going to negotiate,” Leit said.

“Oh, alright. I suppose that’s allowed,” Sissel replied. “Right then. Full disclosure. You give me all the size you’ve gained in your mortal dangly bits, and I’ll grant you a boon of strength befitting what you have given up. Once that’s done, I’ll send you merrily on your way to do more good deeds and gain more ‘points’. Then once you’ve saved up enough, come find me again, and we can do the trade again. Rinse and repeat as nauseum ipso facto lorem ipsum yadda yadda whaddya say?”

Leit was already trying to think one step ahead. Sissel wouldn’t lie, but he wouldn’t necessarily tell the truth. The trouble with a trickster god was that they tended to be tricksters. Yet, Leit couldn’t see anything necessarily wrong with what Sissel was saying. Leit picks a reward, his dick goes back to how it was before all this began plus. Then he’s free to earn more size which can later be traded in for more buffs? It sounded like a great deal, and if Sissel was going to continue to grant Leit size with each puzzle he solved, he’d soon once again be too encumbered to move. Which meant that Leit knew exactly what his first request would be.

“Alright. I think that’s agreeable,” Leit replied.

“Ooooh goody. I was hoping you’d say that,” Sissel said excitedly. His voice sounded honest enough, but his voice always had that impish glee to it that made it impossible to trust anything he said.

“So, I can pick one… I guess attribute? Let me carry more without being weighed down. I would like to be stronger,” Leit said.

“Easy enough,” Sissel replied. Leit still couldn’t see the spirit, but he could hear a sound like the snapping of fingers.

Leit suddenly felt his body surging with energy. He looked down and noticed that he was glowing! Leit was already pants-less, but the energy coursing through him quickly burned away his shirt and cloak leaving him completely nude atop his own immense balls. His already dense, defined muscles seemed to tighten. They weren’t getting much bigger, but his whole body felt denser and stronger.

“Huh…” Leit mused out loud as he flexed his pecs. With each passing second, his muscles grew denser and more defined. He used to have a strong, flat midsection, but he could now see his mostly flat belly tensing into a well defined 8-pack set of abs. His biceps were bulging so much that he looked like he was flexing even though he was completely relaxed.

“What? Did you want them to get bigger too? I thought we both agreed that you didn’t want to be weighed down,” Sissel teased.

“No. This is great, actually. I won’t even need to get a new wardrobe!” Leit replied. Although, even as he said it, he knew that wasn’t true. He traveled light, and his main outfit had been thoroughly obliterated.

Leit was so fixated on his muscles that he didn’t notice the mass draining from his package at first. His dick was rapidly dwindling. It had once been so huge that he could sit atop his schlong sidesaddle and not even have his feet touch the ground, but now it was only barely thicker than his dense, muscular midriff. The shaft was barely longer than he was tall, and his nuts had gone from the size of the large massive ale kegs they kept in the basement of taverns to a much more manageable pumpkin size.

Leit already felt so powerful, that he was half tempted to ask for Sissel to stop right then and there, but Leit knew that if he called for this to stop too soon, Sissel might get offended, and it was better to abide by their agreement than try to make any changes this late in the game. After all, it had been so easy to gain all this mass, Leit had no reason to doubt it would take him long to get back to the same predicament he had been in mere moments before.

Leit’s cock and balls continued to dwindle down to more manageable sizes. Soon his schlong was shorter than his arm and as thick as his now very defined quads. His nuts were now closer in size to watermelons than prized pumpkins. Again, Leit thought about asking Sissel to stop, but thought better of it.

Leit’s cock and balls continued to get smaller and smaller. Soon it was only as long as his forearm and thick as his wrist. His impressive pecker was topped off with a pair of grapefruit sized stones. An enormous rod by most people’s standards, but Leit was starting to have second thoughts…

Yet Leit could do nothing but stare as his dick got smaller and smaller. Soon it was barely longer than his middle finger. He was approaching his old size in a hurry, but his now perfectly average softy was still shrinking.

“H-hey, Sissel…?” Leit asked nervously.

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” Sissel said impishly.

“It’s already smaller than I started!” Leit protested.

It was true, his dick was now shorter than his pinky and a hair thinner than his thumb. His nuts had shrunken down below the size of peach pits and were now closer to the size of cherries!

“I already told you, I would reduce it down to the size you started with,” Sissel explained.

“But it’s already too small!” Leit protested.

“But you were much smaller before,” Sissel explained with a devilish cackle.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Sissel never said he would reduce Leit’s dick down to the size it had been before Leit had firs encountered the spirit. Sissel had said he would reduce Leit’s dick down to the size “he had started with”, and in this case that meant the size that Leit had born with!

Leit stared in shock as his already puny pecker dwindled and dwindled. His dick was now shorter than his thumb and thinner than his pinky. His nuts had gone from the size of cherries to the size of cherry pits, and still it was shrinking!

Down and down it went. His dick was so short that he could measure his dick against the knuckles of his pinky instead of the digit itself. His rod didn’t even reach the first knuckle. It was as skinny as the stem of a dandelion. His nuts were now so small that the entire tightly packed pouch was now the size of a macadamia nut.

“There. That’s a good look on you,” Sissel said with a cackle.

Suddenly a gust of wind surrounded Leit. He raised his arms to cover his face as leaves and twigs blasted around him in all directions. Sissel’s laughter seemed to get farther and farther away as Leit was buffeted.

“Sissel! What are you doing!? Get back here!” Leit shouted.

“Why should I? I’m fulfilling our arrangement. Didn’t I tell you? I’d shrink it down and send you on your way? Think of it as a head start on all those good deeds you have to do,” Sissel voice echoed playfully in Leit’s mind.

“Sissel! Get back here!” Leit shouted.

“Get back here? But I never left?” Sissel words echoed in Leit’s mind.

“What? But?” Leit sputtered.

The winds had stopped. The raging torrent had been replaced by other noises. Noises that Leit would rather not hear right now. Leit could hear mutters and gasps all around him. He lowered his arms and realized that he was now standing dead center in a crowded market. Sissel had sent Leit back to the main hub of the continent… sans equipment… sans clothes… sans dick.

Leit was too stunned to cover himself. His newly empowered muscles and his newly miniaturized cock openly on display as the people in the market stopped to gawk at the fully grown man with an infant sized dicklet who was fully nude in the middle of the market.

“Sissel!” Leit yelled in a harsh whisper.

“Oh, don’t be so dour. I already told you you can earn it back by doing more deeds,” Sissel’s voice chided.

“Yeah. Ok. I gave the town a good show. That’s got to be worth a little, right?” Leit hissed.

“Oh, that would have been worth a bit back in the day, but weren’t you the one to say I was a bit too generous with my gift? You’ll have to try much harder to impress me…” Sissel said. His voice fading away into nothingness as he finished his parting barb.

“Sissel!” Leit hissed, but his cry was met with only the sound of murmurs from the crowd who were now engrossed in the sight of the man who still hadn’t bothered to cover up.

“Sissel…?” Leit pleaded, but again there was no response from the spirit.

With his attention no longer fixated on the nature spirit, the reality of his situation slowly dawned on him. Leit glanced around at the crowd of onlookers. His face burned beet red, and his micro-dick twitched from all the attention. As Leit glanced around, he realized that he hadn’t just been dropped in the center of the market. He had been dropped at the doorstep of the adventurer guild where he had gotten his start. Leit now stood there unarmed and unhung before his friends and former colleagues. Leit noticed the looks on their faces and the gestures they were making. He reached down and covered his dick. His package was now so small that he didn’t even need both hands. He didn’t even need one. He could cover his package with just the tip of his thumb.

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Warning: Bear Attacks

As we move into the holiday season, we would like to issue our annual warning about bear attacks. With colder weather setting in, an increased number of bears will be driven indoors as they search for food, warmth, and mates. And bears are far more dangerous in confined spaces.

Take this specimen here for instance. At first glance, he seems like a kind, friendly, fuzzy man who would keep you warm through a cold winter night. Maybe not the most happening upstairs, but he means well. Would you believe that just this summer he looked more like this?

Young and cute, but certainly not the hairy beast we have seen him turn into this season. If you are going out this winter, be aware, and be alert for the warning signs and know what to do if a bear sets its sights on you. First, how do you identify a bear? There are a few common varieties, each with their own quirks:

You have the very standard Grizzly bear, warm and cuddly. Pronounced dad bod. Notice the expression, the signature bear smirk. This will be one of the earliest signs that a bear is on the hunt.

Of course you also have the muscle bears. Their signature muscles will be coated in a thick layer of fur, accentuating their size. Hair will peak out from beneath heavy biceps, and their tank tops give no doubt to the forest underneath. They will often infiltrate and train you up before attacking. They like their marks ready, bro.

Even the smaller, younger cubs present a danger this time of year. They may seem helpless, but let us assure you they are far more knowledgeable than they seem. They can cause some of the most drastic changes in age, hair, and temperament. Countless men soon find themselves caring for their cubs, foraging for them, and assuming responsibility as they age into papa bears for their sweet little cubs.

Now bears will all hunt in their own ways, but there are patterns to their behavior. First, bears tend to congregate together. If you notice one, be on alert for others. Second, beware of beer and whiskey drinks offered to you. These are the trademark drinks of several bear species. Third, monitor the air in a room. That many big, burly men will tend to warm a place up and start to sweat, and bear musk is among their most potent tools to pacify targets. And in greater numbers these effects can be amplified. Their fur traps the musk close to their skin, so the closer they get the more enraptured you will become. If you are subjected to a direct hit from, say, a bear’s pit, it may already to be too late.

In case you find yourself taken back to a bear’s den, all is not lost yet, but far more drastic measures may need to be taken. Continued exposure to them will accelerate any changes, so you must be quick and decisive. First, avoid any food they may offer you, no matter how starved you may suddenly feel yourself becoming. Feeding the insatiable new hunger will only awaken the bear that is growing inside of you. Second, avoid direct contact with their fur. They may appear warm and inviting, and their cuddles are indeed among the coziest in the world. But skin-to-fur contact encourages hair growth as your body grows a pelt of its own. Third, avoid getting under the covers with them. Their body heat will quickly begin to melt your wits and your body will begin sweating, creating a musk of its own to compliment. Take this young man for example:

He barely made it out from a cuddle session with a bear, but some drastic changes have already occurred. His 6 pack abs have begun their journey to a muscle gut. He can hardly go a day without shaving or a full beard will quickly cover his face. And the musk he now produces keeps him far hornier than he ever was before. The effect seems to be limited to just himself, for now. Can you believe he is only 21? Hasn’t been carded in months. He had to drop from his football team, no longer in the right shape for it. He now is much more suited to rugby. And he is one of the lucky ones. This one was not so lucky:

These two photos were taken mere days apart. He was, sadly, subjected to the final transformation: becoming a bear himself. After being taken to a den, accepting some greasy snacks, and cuddled into submission, this poor man was selected to be a bear’s mate. He was laid on his back, had his clothes removed, and the bear started massaging his legs and thighs. He ran his thick fingers over his hole and slowly worked his way inside to stretch him out for what was to come. It wasn’t long before his bear dick was pressed against him, and he felt the thick, veiny cock begin to slowly pump into his cavity. Once bears get started, it is nearly impossible to get them to stop. His thighs slapped against his target’s ass as his wild bush pressed against his hole. When a bear decides to breed, it is hot, steamy, and rough. Moans tend to erupt from victims as their body betrays them, fur pushing out from every follicle, minds consumed by thoughts of sex, food, and men. Their dicks tend to stretch to match that of their mate’s, growing thick as a beer can, and so sensitive. Any memories that conflict with the bear they are becoming are churned by a new, heavy sack. Testicles will swell to the size of golf balls under the effort. Their old lives leak out of their cocks as they are edged, molding beneath their captor until the bear is happy with their target. And then, the bear will come, pumping load after load deep into their new mate. The target’s belly bloats to contain it all, creating the signature bear gut that juts out over their new bodies. The effort will push any last memories out as their cock erupts. Both bears will quickly be exhausted, falling asleep in a sticky, smelly, sweaty heap. And then it’s over. We have yet to discover a way to revert any victims. Not that they would want to. They become enraptured with their new bodies, and begin to hunt on their own for new mates. It is said a bear has an insatiable appetite, and will change as many men as they can get their hands on in a winter season until they find the perfect mate for hibernation.

It is advised that men stay aware, stay alert, and stay away. Report any bear sightings immediately. And stay tuned for any further information.

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The Voice in Your Head

Graham was excited about moving into his new apartment. It was in a nice part of town, with good transit access to his job, plus it was pretty spacious for the price. Graham could just picture himself, his plants, maybe a boyfriend, all fitting neatly into the apartment, with its nice hardwood floors and retrofit kitchen.

So, he was quite surprised, on moving day, when the neighbour across the hall grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “There’s something weird about that unit,” the guy hissed in a low voice.

“What are you talking about?” Graham frowned. This guy looked totally ordinary in every way, in his button-up shirt and neatly parted hair. There was no way he was some crazy conspiracy nut.

“The guys who live in there,” the guy continued, seeming frantic, “they change. Most of them get spooked and move out in a few weeks. I’ve never seen one last longer than two months. That’s why the rent is so low.”

“Bull.” Graham tugged himself free. “What is this, some kind of weird building hazing or something? What a way to greet a neighbour.”

As he marched away to unlock the door for the movers, Graham felt his new neighbour’s eyes on his back.

Even though he did his best to put the strange conversation out of his mind, Graham kept thinking about the guy’s words as he unpacked for the rest of the day. He had seemed way too sincere for a prank.

At one point, one of the movers gave a sudden shudder and dropped a box full of Graham’s work shirts and coat hangers. “Sorry,” he muttered, blinking away the wild look in his eyes as his coworkers stared, “there was a...smell.” Graham noticed that he was one of the first to leave the apartment to go wait in the moving van once everything was carried in.

Left alone after the movers set up the basics—bed, couch, dining table, desk, TV stand—Graham stood in the kitchen, trying to recapture his excitement for the new apartment. He couldn’t help feeling like the sunlight through the big windows of the living room looked a little watery, like it couldn’t fully enter the space. Even though it was nice and warm inside the apartment, Graham felt strangely clammy, and he couldn’t settle down.

In an attempt to use the restless energy, Graham paced to the bedroom and cut open his boxes of work clothes. He had a pretty ordinary cubicle job, so there was a certain standard of professionalism to meet, but Graham also loved business clothes. Getting dressed for work, for Graham, was like putting on a professional person, like he could pretend to be someone else for 8 hours a day. He had dozens of slim-fit button-ups for his skinny body, perfectly chosen to match his pale skin. Matching sets of slacks and blazers quickly filled the closet.

The action was soothing, and pretty soon Graham was unpacking his loafers. He’d cleaned them before putting them in the box, but he decided to give them a quick polish before putting them on the shoe rack. As he went to get a rag, Graham suddenly thought, I bet those won’t fit for long.

He stopped, halfway to the kitchen. The thought had been so out of character and strange. But, it sounded like his internal voice. It was a weird feeling.

Don’t worry about it.

Graham shook his head and resolved not to worry about it, grabbing the rag and putting his shoes away.

That night, Graham had trouble getting to sleep. It was like he couldn’t get warm, even under all the covers. He tossed and turned until, finally, he drifted off.

It was still dark when his eyes opened. Somewhere around 4 AM. Feeling strangely detached from himself, Graham swung out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror in the darkness, Graham found himself stripping out of his silk pyjamas to see his own skinny, pale body. His lips moved, and Graham heard himself mumble, “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

As if puppeted by someone else, Graham’s body moved through a series of bodybuilding poses. “There’s potential, though,” he heard himself mumble into the darkness.

He lifted up his arm and stuck his nose into his armpit, frowning. “Don’t worry, dude, you’re in good hands,” Graham’s voice told him. “I’ll go slow so you don’t get spooked.” Then he chuckled to himself. “Heh, spooked.”

The morning sun had Graham blinking awake. He’d had a strange dream, talking to himself in the bathroom. But as he pushed aside the covers, Graham frowned. He was naked, even though he always slept in pyjamas.

The pyjamas were on the bathroom floor, tossed carelessly. Well, Graham thought, maybe he’d overheated…while on the toilet.

Anyway, he’d been too tired to take a shower last night, but he definitely needed one before work today. Graham stepped into the shower and turned the tap, but was disappointed to hear a gurgling somewhere in the pipes. Only a few drops came out.

One more day won’t hurt.

“One more day won’t hurt,” Graham said, vocalising what his inner voice had said. He would email the building manager and get the shower fixed today. In the meantime, he applied a few extra layers of deodorant and fixed his hair as best as he could.

Still, Graham was self-conscious all day. He dreaded any coworker getting close enough to smell him or notice that his skin was a little greasy. By lunch break, he had rehearsed in his head a whole speech about walking to work to explain why he was so gross. It was a relief when the clock hit 5 PM and no one commented.

The repair man was standing outside Graham’s apartment when he got home, and he let them in. Apparently, there was nothing obviously wrong with the shower. It even ran on the repair man’s first try at turning the tap. Still, the man recommended that Graham put aside some tap water in case it kept acting up. At least he could take a sponge bath.

No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.

“No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.” Graham wasn’t sure why he’d said that. It was like someone else had spoken through his lips. It was kind of urgent to have regular showers. But he shook hands with the repair man and smiled as he saw him out. If the shower was just randomly acting up, he’d learn to adapt to it.

The guy across the hall looked out his door while Graham stood there, thinking through the strange thought he’d had. “You okay?” he asked. “Nothing…weird happening in there?”

Nothing to worry about.

“Nothing to worry about.” Graham smiled at his neighbour. Yeah, he was feeling pretty relaxed. With his move done, he really did have nothing to worry about. He was just jittery about his new place. “Graham, by the way.”

“Leo,” said the neighbour, still looking rather nervous. “You sure? Usually, guys go screaming down the hall their first night, yelling about feet and nightmares, like they're being haunted.”

Not this time.

“Not this time.” Maybe Leo really was some kind of conspiracy theorist. Graham still had more unpacking to do. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.

First things first, though, Graham wanted to finally get his first shower in his new place. He went and turned the tap.

Nothing.

Graham took a deep breath to calm himself down and went to fill a pot with water from the kitchen sink.

Hahahahaha. Laughter filled his mind. Graham froze in the middle of the kitchen. No matter what, his mental voice laughing at him couldn’t be a good sign, right?

The only thing to do with a problem is laugh.

That logic seemed sound. It wasn’t the way Graham usually dealt with problems, though. He was the kind of guy who tended to panic at the slightest opportunity.

He must be maturing.

Chuckling a bit to himself, Graham went to get his basin of water for a sponge bath.

The sponge baths really weren’t so bad, and by the time the shower started working randomly a few days later, Graham couldn’t find any of his soap or shampoo. He had a vague memory of dreaming that he’d thrown them out, but that was ridiculous. Every time he thought about getting more bathing supplies, he’d have the thought that it was just a lot of effort. He was doing fine with water alone, why complicate it?

One night a week or so after his move, Graham found himself staring at his ceiling late in the night. He must be dreaming again. He felt his lips move. “I think I’m gonna try moving in for real, just a bit. Don’t mind me.”

Suddenly, Graham’s feet went ice cold, and a strange, wet, slippery sensation slid into his feet. They felt…tight, like they were overfull somehow.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be a tight fit. Don’t worry, I’ll work you in slowly,” said Graham’s mouth.

Still with that strange, distant sensation, as if he wasn’t in control of his body, Graham sat up in bed and swung his feet to the floor. He watched as his toes wriggled and something shifted under the skin. They did look a little bloated. Over several minutes, Graham watched like a passenger while his feet flexed back and forth, looking a little larger with each twist of the arch and ankle. Dark hair began to sprout on his growing toes.

At last, they seemed to stabilise, and Graham’s body lifted his right foot up. A faint, but distinctive, aroma rose from the massive sole. “Mmm, smells like being alive,” said Graham’s mouth with a smirk.

The next morning, Graham laid in bed for a long time. He’d never been a foot guy, so this dream was especially strange. He realised, thinking back on it, that his cock had, in fact, been hard the entire time. There was even a stain in his Calvins—somehow, every night he’d worn pyjamas to bed he’d tossed them off while dreaming—like he’d had a wet dream.

When he got out of bed, he wondered why his feet looked oddly tan against the skin of his legs. And, later, why they felt strangely snug in his loafers. They pinched where they had felt perfectly comfortable before.

When he got home, it was a relief to tear his shoes off, but Graham wrinkled his nose at the sharp aroma emanating from his sweaty socks. That was it, he resolved, he needed to stop procrastinating and wash himself properly again.

But it is sort of hot.

Graham paused as he was about to start making a shopping list. If he really thought about it, the scent was kind of hot. No one had mentioned that Graham wasn’t soaping up his body or deodorizing anymore. The smell from his feet hadn’t bothered anyone. It was like it was his own little dirty secret. Like another role he could play underneath his work role.

And the smell really was sort of attractive.

“New shoes” went on the shopping list.

Some sneakers, too. To get really smelly.

Right, Graham didn’t want to mess up any work shoes as he experimented with this new interest of his. “Sneakers.”

It was like his dream had opened a floodgate. Every night, Graham dreamed of his feet growing erotically, and each day they were just a bit larger, with just a bit more stink built up on them. In his dreams, Graham talked to himself, talking about getting gym equipment, a bunch of new clothes, even about how boring Graham found his job.

More and more, Graham found himself agreeing with his dreaming self. One evening, he put a bunch of gym equipment into his Amazon cart, then turned off his computer. Gym stuff cost a lot of money, he needed to be sure he wanted to buy it. But that night, he dreamed about sitting at his computer to finalise the order, and the equipment arrived a few days later. At that point, it seemed like a waste to return it, so Graham set it up in the spare room, where he had originally planned to have a library.

Books are boring.

Graham had decided books were boring.

Any time he was at home now, Graham kept finding himself thinking, “I should do a few reps.” The results were unbelievable, with muscles thickening all over his body in what seemed like just a few days. It wasn’t long before Graham was outgrowing all of his clothes, quickly wearing out three new pairs of jeans in as many weeks.

Sweats are better anyway.

Graham’s new fitness obsession extended into his dreams, too. The cold, slippery sensation still enveloped his feet every night, but it also covered most of his body now. In his dreams, Graham would feel himself get out of bed and strut to the bathroom to pose and flex as his muscles grew larger and larger, until they bulged off his frame.

Once his muscles had grown thick and tanned dark, Graham’s dreams went in a few different directions. Often, he would watch in the mirror as he sniffed his armpits or feet, jacking the thick, musky foreign cock that had grown in place of his average, cut dick. Sometimes, Graham would hear himself say, “Nah, needs some more,” after sniffing himself. Then, he would go to his home gym and pump out reps until he was coated in sweat.

He always woke up aching and coated in stale sweat after those dreams, with a pungent scent emanating from his armpits and shockingly larger feet.

Every few nights, Graham had a dream where he would run his thick, callused hands over his neck and face, subtly pinching and compressing his face until a handsome stranger looked back at him in the mirror. “There, that’s the real me,” he would say to himself in a deep, smokey voice.

After those dreams, Graham was always surprised to see his normal face in the mirror. And yet, there would be a familiar sharpness to his jaw, or the set of his dark eyebrows, that reminded him of the face in his dreams.

The world outside his apartment felt increasingly strange. It was like a part of his internal voice was missing. He had trouble understanding his own thoughts, now. It was like he was a jumble of two different people. Had he really used to spend most of his free time reading library books? Was he really the kind of guy who didn’t put himself up for a bonus at the end of the year?

The apartment was safe and secure. It was like Graham’s mind was wrapped in calm and good sense as soon as he walked in. His mind spoke louder, which let him make better decisions, like the time that he wore sweats and T-shirt to work. It had made perfect sense when he walked out the door, but then he had stumbled over his words when he tried to explain to his boss why he was dressed appropriately for work.

Long story short, Graham was arriving home early today. He was just unlocking his door when Leo came barrelling up the stairs in running gear. He stopped when he spotted Graham, just stepping over the threshold and into the wonderful calm of his apartment.

“Who are—Graham?” Leo stared at him. “Is that really you?”

Graham looked down at himself, then back over at Leo. “Uh, yeah?”

“No way. You’re so…muscular and tan. I barely recognise your face.”

“Yeah, I had a bit of a growth spurt.” Graham flexed a bicep with a grin.

“A growth spurt powered by anabolics and a talented plastic surgeon, sure,” Leo was frowning at him.

Graham was kind of offended by his rude neighbour. He’d put a lot of hard work into this body!

Yeah, I have. Get him in the apartment.

“Look,” Graham sighed, the words spilling from his lips like in his dreams, “I’ve had a bad day. Just come inside if you want to talk.”

Leo seemed to hesitate, just for an instant. “But that’s the—“

“Either get inside, or get out of my face.” Graham’s voice sounded a bit gruff to his ears, beyond just the depth that it had gained over the months he’d lived here. It was like it was another man’s voice.

Leo shook himself. “Okay.” He steeled himself and followed Graham over the threshold.

Perfect.

“Whew, it’s ripe in here, man,” Leo observed. “Do you ever shower?”

“Just with cold water.” Graham kicked out of his sneakers, freeing his massive, socked feet and stretching them out. More and more, he felt separate from his body, as if he was watching it move. Still, it hadn’t done anything he wouldn’t have done, he thought. He was just playing another role.

“Well, clearly, it’s not…enough…” Graham watched, his mouth held in a strange smile, as Leo seemed to lose his train of thought. The man’s nostrils flared, and he swayed slightly.

“Yeah, not so mighty and judgmental anymore,” said Graham’s voice. “You’ve forced me to move up my schedule a bit, but it’s not a problem.”

Leo licked his lips before answering. “Sorry, sir,” he said thickly.

“You’re the guy who’s been helping my potential bodies escape, aren’t you?”

“I warn them about this apartment…I keep listings for new places they can go…” Leo’s eyes started to clear, and he shook his head. “No, wait, what the fuck—“

In a flash, Graham leapt into action. He didn’t know how he got one of his sneakers in his hand, but he grabbed Leo in a headlock and shoved his face into the putrid interior. “Nuh-uh-uh, no escapes or exorcisms this time,” Graham’s voice whispered, as Leo thrashed in his strong arms. “The more you fight, the more you fall. Isn’t it hot? My sexy, sweaty new body all around you, and the smell and taste of my foot musk all over your face?”

As Graham spoke, Leo’s struggles weakened. Graham watched with amusement as they both slumped to the floor, a rock-hard boner growing in Leo’s running shorts.

Finally, Graham’s grip on the sneaker loosened, even as Leo reached up to hold it himself. “Look, this is all just a misunderstanding,” Graham’s said soothingly. “You’ve thought I was a sexy beast since I moved in, right? You loved my big, musky muscles and my foot stink. That’s why you made up that story about a haunted apartment.”

Leo’s eyes seemed to be rolling uncontrollably in his head, but he nodded.

“Now I’ve finally noticed you and invited you inside. You just couldn’t help yourself, you foot slut. You were gonna tackle me before I gave you that shoe to lick.”

Leo nodded fervently, moaning. A wet spot was forming at his crotch.

“Now we’re gonna go to the bedroom and I’m gonna shove my cheesy uncut cock in that virgin hole of yours, okay bro?”

“Fuck,” Leo gasped, muffled through the shoe. “Fuck yes, Graham.”

“Nah, man,” said Graham’s voice, picking Leo up like he was a doll, “I’d rather you call me Grey.”

As Grey’s thick cock entered Leo, Graham found himself watching as if from outside himself. He could see his own handsome, angular face as he fucked Leo. He could see Grey’s massive, musky feet shift as he gained a better angle to make Leo squeal. He could even watch the dribbles of sweat run over his thick ass as his voice gave short, sharp pants.

“Fuck yeah,” Grey said to himself in a harsh voice, picking up the pace.

“This is my body.”

“This is my fucking musk temple.”

“Made it all by my-fucking-self.”

“Feels fucking good to be alive.”

As Grey buried his thick, musky cock deep in Leo, shaking through his orgasm, Graham found himself back inside his body. Once again, he watched like a passenger as Grey licked his load out of Leo’s asshole, then sent his happy new foot slut on his way with a spare sneaker and instructions to stop using soap and add Grey's contact info to his bank account.

Eventually, Grey lounged on the couch, naked, idly stroking his slimy, still-lubed cock and scrolling through Grindr. “What do you think, Graham?” he said out loud. “Since it's my first night able to leave the apartment, I should go crash some boys’ b-ball game and make some more foot slaves, right?”

Graham couldn’t help but agree. He was just the voice in Grey’s head, after all.

This story is a slightly belated holiday gift for @idesofrevolution! Happy holidays, and here's to a hot and sexy new year ;)

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Yessssss

Hey, I'm hoping the genie could help me! I'm a 24 year old grad student and am feeling the burnout. As of right now, I'm 5'6, and have a twinkish build.

My absolute dream would be to be able to just do the things I do to relax, being outside, smoking some weed, and hopefully making money from being horny as hell. Having that stereotypical lanky, hairy stoner body and the irresistible urge to just hang out and "be free."

"I wish I could be free.”

“Amen, dude,” says the genie, slouching up in sweats and a beanie. “Here, try one of mine.” He pulls a blunt out of the pocket of his stained sweatpants, and the two of you light up.

The moment you take the first puff, all your worries seem to float away. What’s grad school? You chuckle, a slow, dumb sound. There’s a tickling sensation in your body, and through the haze in our mind you notice yourself shooting up in height. Your clothes slough off your lanky body, leaving dark, unfamiliar tattoos on your arms and legs. The sight of your body gets you horny. So horny you can barely think about anything except your lengthening uncut stoner cock.

You find yourself sitting across from your bedroom mirror. Wait, is this skunk-smelling little flat your apartment? Doesn’t matter, you decide, not like you can think that hard anyway. Your Asian stoner bod looks so sexy in that mirror. You can’t help but watch as your sexy reflection lifts up his long, socked foot and gives it a long sniff.

Whew! You didn’t realise that was you doing the sniffing! Better save your big stoner load, though. One of your regulars is coming by later, and he leaves a good tip if you milk two loads out of that big cheesy cock of yours. Not that it’s a problem; you’re basically always horny from how stoned you are.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

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Think Pink

It’s impossible to find a decently priced apartment in this town. These last few years, it feels like all the prices have doubled. And sure, maybe it’s a great investment, but I’m a twenty-six year old bro who’s just trying to make life work.

I’m not doing it alone. I’ve got Jesse, my heterosexual life partner. He’s a great friend and roommate,. He’s got a steady job as a cook, so he always pays the rent on time. I’m a personal trainer – the money isn’t as good, but I get to spend a lot of time coaching the ladies on how to use weights correctly.

I like being a trainer. Ladies always need help, and I like any exercise that gets their glutes pumped. I’m an ass man, and I’m not subtle.

We lost our last place when the landlord kicked us out so his daughter could move in. I thought about hooking up with her, but she was a real ugly duckling. Besides, like I said, Jesse’s my bro.

We were looking for a two bedroom. Two bathrooms if we could. Close enough to the bars that I could still bring girls home. And dude… there was literally nothing available for less than $2000 a month.

After about a week of searching, Jesse texted me this sketchy website. It didn’t seem legit – the web design had some serious ‘1995’ energy to it. Did you ever see the old Space Jam site? It looked something like that.

But it had new listings. Jesse found an apartment that was close to downtown. Two bedrooms. Only one bathroom, but whatever. For $1200 a month, I’ll share a bathroom.

We called the number and I was kinda surprised it was still available. When we got there to have a look, I was even more surprised. It’s a nice building, even if it is a little old. The place was huge compared to our old apartment. The only real problem was… this is silly, but the master bedroom had one wall painted bright pink.

“Dude, this is your room,” I joked, giving Jesse a punch on the arm.

“Fuck that,” Jesse winced. “It’s bigger. You should take it.”

“Bro, I’d never get laid again,” I laughed. “When was the last time you even brought a girl home?”

“Twice this week?” Jesse said, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly. You never hook up,” I insisted.

“I don’t wanna live in a pink room,” Jesse whined. “Girls are gonna think I’m gay or whatever.”

I glanced over at the realtor. She was a foxy lady in her thirties.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with the queers,” I said magnanimously. “We’re open minded.”

She pretended like I hadn’t said anything.

“For real, we should find another apartment,” Jesse pushed. “I don’t think either of us are really comfortable with this one, and we’ll find something else.”

“We’ve got two weeks til we gotta move,” I said. “Dude, I don’t think we’re gonna find another deal. Not as good as this.”

The realtor gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaning against a wall. “I’ve just heard this conversation a couple of hundred times. This place has been on the market for months, and it’s because of that stupid wall. Here… I’m not supposed to say this kind of stuff, but… you know you can just paint, right? Any colour you want. It might take you a few coats to cover up the monstrosity in there, but this apartment is half the price it should be.”

“I mean… I guess we could paint,” Jesse said, warming to the suggestion.

“You should,” the realtor moaned. “Look, if I didn’t own my condo already, I’d rent the place myself. We reduced the price so much. This is the best deal in town.”

“Okay, so we paint,” Jesse agreed. “I think you’re right, I definitely get the big room.”

“Whoa,” I put up my hand. “We should talk about that. Why should you get the better room, just cause I made a stupid joke.”

We argued about it while the realtor fished a contract out of her briefcase. Eventually I gave in and told Jesse he could take the damn room – the price was right, and mine was plenty big too.

She was stoked when we signed the lease.

“Alright guys, you’re gonna love this place,” she said, shaking both our hands. “Now, I’m going to go buy myself a drink. I fuckin’ deserve it.”

“How about I buy you that drink?” I asked. I’m pretty smooth.

“Some other time buckaroo,” she laughed. “You’ve got moving to do.”

We didn’t paint it right away. After moving all our stuff we were so exhausted that we just threw on a movie and drank a couple beers.

“Enjoy your pretty pink wall,” I teased as we both left for bed.

“First thing tomorrow bro,” Jesse laughed. “You and me are gonna paint that shit over.”

The next morning I woke up first. It was a couple hours before Jesse stumbled out for his shower.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” I joked. “Did the pink keep you up all night?”

“Mmmm…” Jesse mumbled. “It’s actually not so bad. Looked kinda cool this morning.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” I laughed. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

Jesse ignored me and went for his shower. I expected we’d spend half the day trying to paint over the thing, but Jesse never even suggested it. I guess maybe he actually liked the wall?

But the next morning it got weird.

When Jesse stumbled out of his room, the first thing I noticed was his ass. I’m not gay – it was just impossible to miss. Jesse’s always been your average bro. A little heavy on the beer, not enough time in the weight room. But looking at his ass, you’d think the dude spent his life at the squat rack.

“Holy shit bro,” I laughed, not even trying to hide my stare. “What happened?”

“Huh?”

“Your ass! Dude, you can’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“Oh that,” Jesse laughed. “Yeah, I’m wearing that pair of sweats Melissa bought me last year. I dunno why I never tried em before, but yeah, they make my ass look great, huh?”

“You’re such a fuckin’ fag,” I laughed.

But seriously, I spend half my life inside a gym. I don’t care if you wear baggy jeans or a pair of fitted sweats, I can tell someone’s build at a glance and that ass was HUGE. Honestly, it kinda freaked me out.

Somehow, the next morning, it got even weirder.

I was in the kitchen cooking up my famous bacon-and-eggs when Jesse stumbled out of his room.

“Mmm… dude, that smells so good,” he said.

“You want some?” I asked. I had my eyes on the stove, so I hadn’t clued in yet.

“Yeah dude, that’d be great,” he agreed.

“Here, you take the first batch,” I said, sliding the mess onto a plate and spinning around to hand it over. His plate crash landed on the floor, hot bacon grease splattering against my bare feet.

Jesse had pecs. Like… serious, massive, heavy pecs. Instagram worthy pecs. Magazine cover pecs. Holy fuck, those were the pecs I’d wished for my whole life…

And he got them overnight.

“Holy fuck…” I gasped. “Dude, okay, that ass was one thing… but you gotta tell me how you’re doing this!”

“Is it that obvious?” Jesse blushed. “The hair?”

I hadn’t even noticed his hair. Jesse’s hair was typically Italian, pitch black and slicked back. Now it was shorter, spiked up, and platinum blond. But whatever – you wanna be blond, the drugstore’s got you covered.

I wanted to know where he got those pecs.

“No, bro!” I begged. “Those pecs are fuckin’ amazing. C’mon you gotta tell me what you’re taking. I’ve tried it all dude, but I’ve never gotten growth like that. And overnight?”

“Oh, these,” he grinned, flexing first the left and then the right. “Sorry dude, I’m not taking anything. I just woke up and uh… here they are. Just like the ass, I guess. And the hair.”

For just a second I let myself wonder… was there something magic going on here? Something with his room? That fucking pink wall?

But no, that was ridiculous. He had to be on some kind of super steroid. Something top secret or from North Korea or whatever. I had to find out. He sure wasn’t telling.

“Whatever,” I said shakily, trying to sound like I didn’t care. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, flexing them again. “A fag with great tits.”

I was just joking about Jesse being a fag, but maybe it was true.

He kept making these comments at me all morning. Telling me that even though I’m not big like him, I’m still pretty hot. Telling me maybe he’ll get abs like mine next, or a pair of boulder shoulders to match his pecs.

Needless to say, I hid in my room after work.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I really needed to hydrate. I was grabbing water from the kitchen when I heard a weird noise from Jesse’s room. The door was shaking, like it was windy and he’d left the window open. And there was a hissing noise like nothing I’ve ever heard.

I glanced out the window. The trees outside were perfectly still. No wind.

“Hey, dude… everything okay?” I called out. He had to be awake in there. Probably jerking off to his new muscle.

No answer.

I forgot about my water and knocked softly on Jesse’s door. Still, no answer.

So I cracked the door open and looked inside.

Jesse wasn’t there, and that was the least weird thing. It was the pink wall… the glowing, quivering pink wall. It didn’t look like paint anymore. Instead it looked like… I don’t know how else to say this – it looked like socially awkward jello. Quivering and shaking and translucent.

That couldn’t be real. There was no way it was real. It looked like something from the movies.

I stepped forward and reached out my hand. The surface was cold and slimy. I tried to pull away, but sticky pink tendrils stuck where I’d touched it. They wrapped themselves around my hand, playing with me, the same way an octopus plays with a scuba diver.

That didn’t last long. A few seconds later the jello wall shook even harder. The whole mass surged at me, covering me in pink slime and sucking me inside.

It was only a few seconds before I landed on a hard surface. I took a cautious breath. Thank god, I could breath again. I blinked the pink goo out of my eyes and took a look around.

I was standing on a bright yellow platform. It was circular, and I’d been dropped in the exact centre. I didn’t see any trace of the pink jello. The platform wasn’t large – you could probably park a city bus on it, but just barely.

I could see hundreds of other platforms around me, stretching off into the distance. Some were taller or shorter, but all of them were held up by giant yellow poles that vanished into a pink mist below. It reminded me of mushrooms in a foggy forest.

Except these mushrooms were connected. There were slides and spiral ramps and bridges linking them together. I had no idea how far it went – the pink sky and the pink fog blurred together in the distance, and there were platforms as far as I could see.

“What is this place?” I asked out loud. There was no echo, like I’d asked my question from a mountaintop.

I heard a giggle behind me. I spun around and found myself staring down a clown. White painted face. Pink hair. Yellow stripes on his clothing and big floppy pink shoes

“Welcome to the Pink World!” the clown laughed joyfully.

I hate clowns.

“Um… what’s going on?” I asked suspiciously. Maybe he had some answers.

But the damned clown gave me a theatrical shrug and another grin.

“Okay… where’s Jesse,” I asked. If Jesse got sucked through that… whatever it was, maybe he was still nearby.

“I don’t know anyone named Jesse,” the clown laughed, giving me another theatrical shrug. “But I never ask for names!”

“Uh, he’s like…” I tried to describe Jesse. A few days ago I would have said he’s just an average bro.

But now…

“He’s hard to miss,” I said. “Big ass. Bleached blond hair. Massive pecs.”

“Oh!” the clown said with a menacing smile. “The new boy! Yes, he’s just that way!”

The clown pointed at a platform in the distance. I barely got a look before the clown vanished into a puff of butterflies.

Whatever was happening, it definitely wasn’t normal.

I tried to head towards the platform I thought the clown had pointed out, but there was no direct path. Instead I had to pick from three different paths leading off my own platform. Eventually I settled on a zig-zag ramp that was going in roughly the right direction.

The ramp felt slippery under my feet. I went slowly, careful not to fall. It was a long way down to the pink mist, and I didn’t want to die here.

I felt safer when I reached the next platform, but it wasn’t exactly a haven. There was a plant sitting in the middle of the platform, growing right out of the yellow ground. It had light green steps and vibrant pink leaves. It looked sort of like an orchid, but with way more flowers on it.

Each of the flowers was spitting out tiny pink bubbles. They were floating through the air and flying past me. At first I thought they were moving in the breeze, but after a few seconds I realized they were attracted to me, targeting me wherever I went.

I dodged them as best as I could. One or two of them hit my skin. I was shirtless, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. I wished I had a hazmat suit.

Every time one of them hit, I felt my ass jump and quiver a little. I glanced back in horror… was this where Jesse’s dumptruck ass had come from. I’d fallen through the looking glass, and I was ready to believe in magic.

I don’t need an ass like Jesse, and even if I did, who knows what the side effects were. I thought back to Jesse’s flirty behaviour over the past few days…

If you’re gonna believe in magic, you gotta believe it can turn a man into a fag.

So I dodged the bubbles as fast as I could. Whatever happened to Jesse, it wasn’t gonna happen to me. I was gonna find Jesse and get us the hell out of there.

I stumbled backwards, as far away from the bubble plant as I could get. My foot hit empty air and I screamed as I tumbled off the edge of the platform. Lucky me… I fell down a slide. It twisted and turned as the air rushed past. I was losing all sense of orientation.

But I landed in a net. A big net suspended above another of those yellow platforms. It was filled with balls, like something you might find at a carnival – except, of course, all these balls were different shades of pink.

The balls seemed to cluster around me as I struggled to get free of the net. As I thrashed around I realized – despite the situation – I was having fun! I hadn’t played in a ballpit since I was a kid, and it was bringing back some of that joy.

I laughed and grinned as I jumped up and down in the net, diving into the balls over and over.

As I played, I felt a weird sensation – my own balls were feeling big and bloated. They were brushing up against my legs in a way they never had before. God… I could feel them churning.

I was being changed, but the balls were so much fun! I just didn’t care!

I reached down into my pyjama pants and played with my own balls for a while. They were so full and heavy. My dick was hard too. I was getting so horny, and every second I spent in the ballpit was making me hornier and heavier.

You’re a guy. You know – it’s hard to think when you’re hard.

I probably would have stayed in the ballpit forever. Except the net opened up and dropped me down onto the yellow platform. I stuck my lip out and pouted as the balls bounced off the edge.

Fuck… I was so horny…

I heard a giggle behind me. I dropped my dick and pretended like I hadn’t just been feeling myself up.

“Are you having fun in the Pink World?” the clown asked, chuckling and staring at my dick. My pyjama pants were seriously tented.

“Um…”

“Don’t lie to me,” the clown said, showing his teeth. “I’ll know.”

“Um… yeah, I guess so,” I admitted. “But I’ve got to find my buddy and get outta here. This place is too weird.”

“Too weird?” the clown giggled. “There’s no such thing! But I do think I saw the new boy. Over there!”

He pointed, vanishing into a flock of small birds.

I glanced around… there were ramps and slides pointing off in a couple of directions, but nothing that got me closer to Jesse.

But there was a clicking sound coming from that side of the platform. I crept close to the edge and watched as yellow planks flew into place, creating a rope bridge between me and a nearby platform.

Just what I needed.

I dashed across the bridge. If it could form in a few seconds, it could fall away just as quickly. I was almost across when I heard a snap behind me. The bridge dropped from under my feet. I screamed again, grasping for a handhold.

My shoulder took the brunt of it, but I managed to stop myself. I was hanging from a plank with one arm, and my knuckles were turning white from the effort. Fuck… I’ve been bulking, and I just don’t have the strength to do a one-armed pull-up. I felt myself slipping…

Falling.

Bouncing off a trampoline.

This place was fucking ridiculous.

I crash landed on another platform. This one had a giant flower on it. I glanced around, checking to see if there were any bubbles trying to give my ass a makeover. It looked like I was in the clear.

This plant had one big pink flower on it. As I leaned down, it’s petals unfolded and I saw a giant yellow stamen in the middle. Without warning, it quivered and squirted something into my open mouth.

Salty. Thick. Delicious.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. I’d never tasted anything like that. It was amazing.

And there was more, dripping off the end of the stamen.

I leaned down and took a little lick. It quivered again and let loose with another squirt into my mouth. I swished the liquid around.

I loved it. The taste, the texture… I wanted more.

My heavy balls rumbled as I swallowed.

The plant was short, so I got down on my knees and buried my face inside of it’s flower. I wrapped my mouth around the stamen, licking it in hopes of triggering another squirt of the liquid.

It didn’t take long for the flower to reward me. My mouth was full of the sticky substance. I swallowed fast – it was releasing spurt after spurt of the delicious liquid into my mouth. I wanted to take it all in.

I knew it was changing me again, but I still didn’t care. I just wanted that taste on my tongue. That feeling as it slid down my throat.

I didn’t stop until I was full. I slumped back on the platform, watching sadly as the flower folded its petals back up. A salty burp escaped my throat.

Mmmm… my cock was leaking. I slipped my hand inside my pants, instinctively scooping up the drip of precum. Without thinking, I brought it up to my mouth and licked it my finger clean.

It was the same taste. The taste of cum… and it was goddamn delicious.

I wanted more.

I had to find Jesse.

But maybe I could just stay here. Near the flower. I’d be hungry again soon…

But I had to find Jesse!

When I finally pulled myself away, the clown was standing right there.

“Oooooh…” the clown said playfully. “Look who’s got a taste for the finer things in life!”

“I… I need to find my friend,” I sputtered. “I can’t get distracted. I need to find Jesse and get out of here.”

“Well, you’re getting close,” the clown said, clapping his hands rhythmically. “In fact, I just saw the new boy over there!” He pointed at a nearby platform and exploded into a cloud of goldfish. They swam through the air, quickly vanishing into the distance.

I looked where he’d pointed. It wasn’t far – just the next platform over. And he was right, there was a blond guy there with big pecs and a huge ass. His shoulders and back had developed far more than Jesse’s ever had. Given my adventure so far, it seemed only natural that Jesse would have a few changes too.

There was a doorframe in the middle of the platform. Jesse opened it and stepped through. He didn’t come out the other side. Oh fuck, had I lost him?

I was almost there. And there was a path! A long balance beam between my platform and his. I gave a wistful look at the flower… maybe I should fuel up, before I went? No! I had to be strong. I had to keep going.

I stepped cautiously onto the beam. I could see a pool below, filled with a shining pink liquid. What would happen if I swam in the liquid? How would I change? I was tempted to dive in and find out.

But Jesse was so close.

I walked across the beam carefully. My stomach rumbled, craving more cum already. My cock was hard and dripping, so I licked my fingers as I went. I felt so lucky to have a big hard cock with juicy balls…

Even if it was hard to concentrate.

God I was horny. I needed to satisfy my cock soon.

I just kept moving forward one step at a time, trying to ignore my sex drive. Jesse was so close now.

I finally stepped off the beam. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten all the way across. It felt like the first thing that had gone right since I arrived. Maybe the clown wanted me to find Jesse?

I ran for the door and pulled it open. There was a misty pink fog ‘inside’. I circled around – the other side of the frame was empty. I’ve watched enough movies. It wasn’t a door – it was a portal.

So I took a deep breath and stepped through.

I glanced back. Of course the doorway was gone now. Whatever realm I’d entered, I’d have to find another way out.

But I could see a blond figure through the mist. Big perky pecs. A beautiful ass. I ran towards him, shouting his name.

“Jesse!” I called.

He spun around and grinned happily.

“Oh my god, Smith,” he gasped, wrapping me in a big hug. His arms felt good around me, strong and muscular. “It’s like… so good to see you!” he giggled. “And I think you’re happy to see me,” he laughed, reaching down and groping my dripping cock through my pyjamas.

God that felt good. I loved the way he played with my balls.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. “I finally found you!”

We stayed like that for a minute, me wrapped in his strong arms. I was feeling lightheaded. Was it his smell? Jesse smelled like a hard workout at the gym. Or was it the mist? The more I breathed it in, the harder it was to…

I heard myself giggle.

“Um… like uh… what is this stuff?” I asked. Jesse relaxed his hold on me and I stepped back regretfully.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“We need to…” I started. Wait. What was I saying?

“Huh?”

“We need to… why can’t I think?” I giggled. "All my thoughts are like… so fluffy and…”

There was a long pause.

“I know, right?” Jesse giggled back. “I feel like so… like… pink! And slutty! Yeah… mmm… my ass is like, so hungry!”

“And I’m sooooo thirsty!” I whined. “Can I suck your cock?”

Jesse nodded eagerly. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers that hugged that beautiful ass… he kicked them off so I could get at his cock. I fell to my knees and swallowed his thick pole.

“Mmmph…” I moaned, tasting another man’s cock for the first time.

I swished my tongue around it, just like I’d done to the flower. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though I knew it had only been a few minutes. Or hours? Time worked differently here… I couldn’t keep track of it.

But I had a cock in my mouth. Everything was perfect.

“Yeah dude…” Jesse moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling me up and down his length. I almost choked a couple of times. I needed more practice. I wanted more practice.

“Mmm…” I moaned over and over.  “I’m gonna cum!” Jesse grunted. It seemed like an eternity before he finally released his load to me. His cock pulsed in my mouth. He flooded my throat with delicious cum.

I didn’t waste a drop.

“Ready to return the favour?” Jesse giggled.

“Huh?”

“C’mon Smith,” he begged. “Fuck me with your hot cock.”

I felt my balls churn. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. Yeah, I wanted that ass. I wanted to split it open with my stud cock and fuck him til he screamed.

I dropped my pyjama pants and kicked them away.

“Get on the floor,” I ordered. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. I knew exactly what to do.

Jesse dropped onto the floor. He propped himself up on his elbows and his knees. I lined my thick cock up to his hole. He was shaved clean down there, and my cock pushed inside easily.

His ass felt incredible. Tight and thick. It grabbed my cock, sucking me inside until I was balls deep in my best bud’s hole. It felt amazing, better than any pussy I ever had, that’s for sure. I giggled, thinking about how I used to like pussy.

I’m such a silly little slut.

I grabbed his hips and braced against them. In and out, I pounded his ass as hard as I could. I only slowed down cause I felt my balls ready to release like… way too soon. I wanted to keep fucking my bro forever.

“Unf…” Jesse grunted under me. “Uh… uh… uhf…”

“That’s right bro, take my cock,” I giggled. “Take my hot cock. You’re such a fuckin’ slut.”

“You know it!” Jesse moaned under me, thrusting his hips back to take it even faster.

“Take it!” I growled.

“I want it!” he screamed.

I pounded faster, loving the way his ass jiggled as my cock pushed between his cheeks. Jesse had such a hot ass. How had I never seen it before? I wanted to fuck him forever.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, thrusting harder.

I loved fucking him.

“Uh… uh… uh…” he grunted.

I loved fucking ass. Dudes are so fuckin’ hot.

“Mmmmm…” I groaned.

I took a deep breath. The pink mist filled me again.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed.

I felt my cock pulse inside him, squeezed tight. That’s the thing with dudes. They’re so strong. So muscular. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I’m done with pussy. I’m all about that ass.

“Uhhhhh…” Jesse moaned. I could feel his cock jerking under him again.

I fell to the side, laying on the floor. Jesse collapsed in the other direction, leaving a pool of his cum on the ground. I rolled over and lapped it up. I couldn’t let a delicacy go to waste.

“Mmmm…” I giggled. “I love your spunk bro.”

We both stared at the pink sky for a long time.

“Hey,” Jesse finally asked. “Where’d like… where’s all the pink fog?”

“I dunno,” I giggled. “Where’d our clothes go?”

Jesse sat up and looked around. We were back on an empty platform under the pink sky. Just him and me, fuckbuddies forever.

I heard a giggle behind us. The clown was back.

“Those clothes… they don’t really suit you anymore,” the clown said. “And don’t worry, all that pretty pink mist is safe. You sucked it all up, so now it’s filling up your empty little heads.”

“Huh?” I asked. It was still so hard to think. All I wanted was to fuck Jesse again. And maybe like… a couple dozen other guys. I wanted to bury my cock in so much ass… I thought about my clients at the gym. Too many women, not enough bros. I’d have to fix that.

“Don’t worry about it,” the clown smiled knowingly. “The new boys always worry so much!”

“But it’s so hard to think!” I whined, groping at my heavy balls. I could feel them filling back up, ready to fuck again. They were never gonna be empty. I couldn’t drain ‘em fast enough. Not anymore. I laughed with joy.

“Yeah… it’s just like… y’know?” Jesse giggled.

“Why do you need to think?” the clown asked innocently. “I mean… you already found your boyfriend. What else do you need?”

“Huh?” I said, confused by his question.

“Boyfriend?” Jesse asked hopefully.

“I mean… you two look like boyfriends,” the clown said. “Look at this boy… when he came here he was so confused, but now he’s learned some new tricks. He’s got a cute little butt. He’s got a big cock and heavy balls to do the thinking. He’s loves sucking cock and he’s addicted to your cum. He searched the Pink World for you and he found you! That sounds like boyfriend material to me.”

“You came looking for me?” Jesse giggled, biting his lower lip and giving me a flirty glance.

“Fuck yeah!” I laughed. “You’re like… totally my boyfriend!”

I stepped forward and kissed him hard. Our tongues twisted around each other. I loved the feel of his thick lips on mine. We groped at each other for years, and it ended like… way too soon.

I had to come up for air.

“Good boys,” the clown said, looking at us critically. “I think it’s time. Are you ready to return to the waking world?”

“Wait!” Jesse cried out. “We lost our clothes! We can’t go home without clothes!”

The clown gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Beautiful boys like you shouldn’t worry about clothes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Your society is soooooo boring. Fine – what sort of clothes do you want?”

I glanced at Jesse. We didn’t need words, not for something simple like this. He returned my empty-headed grin.

“Something pink!” we chorused.

The clown gave us a big grin too. He snapped his fingers. The whole world faded to pink.

We woke up in our bed, tangled in the sheets and each other.

The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon. I loved the light – it made our pretty pink wall glow with an energy that… it was totally magical.

“Morning babe,” I mumbled, my face still mashed against my pillow. I watched Jesse as he woke up. I love the way he stretches that powerful body. He turns me on like… for sure.

I reached down and groped my cock. I could feel the string of my thong between my cheeks. I didn’t have to look… I knew it was pink. That’s like… our favourite colour.

“Hey stud,” Jesse moaned, stretched out like a cat in the warm glow.

I ran my hand along his pecs, then around to his ass. He was wearing his favourite boxer-briefs – that neon pink pair with the glittery waistband. I wanted to rip them off him, but he’d kill me if I wrecked them.

“How’d you sleep?” Jesse asked, rolling to face me. He’s so pretty… I love his hair. It’s like… totally fierce.

“Mmmm… I had the weirdest dream,” I said, suddenly remembering. “There was like… this clown or whatever… shit… it’s all slipping away…”

I can never remember my dreams. But I know they’re good. Maybe I’d dream it again.

“Weird,” Jesse giggled. “I dreamed about getting fucked… You and your big cock… Me and my big ass…”

I love him. He’s not smart and he’s not deep, but damn, I love my hung muscle stud. His pretty pink brain is the perfect match for mine. And when we walk in a room… you know everyone stares.

“You know…” I giggled. “I don’t gotta work til ten.”

Jesse leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down to fondle my balls. I’m so fuckin’ easy… just play with my balls and I’m ready to rock.

“C’mon boyfriend,” Jesse teased me. “Show me what you got.”

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I went to hook up with this guy and his dorm smelled of such strong musk and protein farts and ever since I’ve been feeling like I’m getting dumber

Lucky you! That musky streamer guy is pretty picky about who he brings home to get dumb and slutty off his infectious musk.

You probably became a completely idiotic, slutty, musk-loving version of yourself that first night. I’d be surprised if you two didn��t have a belch-off while you rode him. You went mostly back to normal afterwards, and what you’re noticing now are the long-term effects of direct exposure.

To start with, you’ll probably find yourself hooking up more often. It’ll be like your libido has been ratcheted up several notches. During your hookups, you’ll find yourself unable to resist some kind of musk play. Some guys get really into eating ass, others do armpits. What’s that? Yeah, I thought you might say jocks and underwear. You probably can’t get off without some ball-sweaty crotch fabric over your mouth and nose by now.

You’ll also start getting way, way dumber. It’s like your brain wants to go back to how idiotic and slutty you were when you were in his dorm. You can still type for now, but not for much longer. It might be just a few days until all you know how to do with your phone is hit “record” and upload to PornHub.

Don’t worry, there are plenty of that guy’s other ex-hookups around. Whenever you need a big, dumb bro to fill your twinky holes and lend you some used jockstraps, you’ll have plenty to choose from. Not to mention that you can entertain yourself with farting contests between rounds!

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

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“Hey there, are you my new personal trainer?”

Steve had lived a long life by now, with two sons in college and a wife at home, he was starting to feel like he had worn out his years with his youth wasted away. He longed for the same life that his sons now had in their prime, heading to the gym, hanging out with their “bros” and enjoying the comfortable life of a fraternity. Steve never had that, he never could have that. And if there was one worry that came with age, it was his health.

He wouldn’t say it was fat, hell, he wouldn’t even say he was near overweight. But when his wife suggested he could cut a few pounds and when he saw the chiselled bodies his sons managed to get only after a year at their college gym, he knew something had to change.

“Yeah, you must be Steve, follow me.”

Walking out of the steamy locker room, Steve had finally met the cheapest yet most effective trainer he could find. With dark skin and a hulking body, Amir was the best he could find and from the looks of his muscular body, Steve knew that he was experienced.

“Before we start, I’d just like to break the ice a bit between us. So before we stretch, how about we play a quick game?” suggested Amir, standing with his chest puffed out beneath his vest.

“A game?” questioned Steve, this was somewhat odd, all he wanted to do was get this day over with, after all the first day was the hardest. Amir however, nodded and held out a hand.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” declared Amir. Steve rolled his eyes. “Best two out of three. Sometimes I like to go best out of eight, no draws so far, I’m just that lucky.” Steve simply smiled politely and raised his hand.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve won, paper against rock.

“Very good. Again.” said Amir.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won this time, rock against scissors and for the first time today Steve felt very tired, less like he wanted to sleep but more like he was exhausted as he found it even hard to really move from where he was standing and his crotch seemed to tingle. Before he could say anything he saw Amir smile.

Rock, paper, scissors.

A tie.

“Well, well, let’s see who wins here,” laughed Amir.

“Yeah just one sec I-”

“Again,” Amir interrupted.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

The loud sound of ripping caused Steve to suddenly look down as he saw his tingling cock not only suddenly grow erect but burst through the front of his shorts as he was baffled by his engorged length. It was not only larger and longer but it was growing more and more, it almost felt like he had become a horse with the girth of his cock widening inch by inch as Steve felt more horny than he imagined anybody his age could ever feel.

He hadn’t felt libido like this since college and his own cock swung loosely now, free, by the time the growth stopped it was a clear seven inches hard and three inches wide and even weirder was the fact that it seemed so…tanned.

“W-What the fuck? What the fuck is happening to me?” Steve tried to cover his cock, to try and place it back into his shorts but the movement his fingers grazed it, he watched as Amir clicked his fingers and a spurt of pre-cum shot out of the head, causing him to moan and nearly buckle at the knees as the pleasure he received, though immense, was only a taste of the orgasm that this cock could handle. Amir chuckled.

“That’s why I’m so cheap, this is how I bulk you up, no need for gym equipment or nothing,” explained Amir. “There’s only the extra cost.” Amir raised his hand.

“E-Extra cost?” said Steve as he watched his own hand forcibly do the same. “What extra cost?”

“Just your smarts,” explained Amir. And he went at it again.

“No please I-”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

Steve moaned again as his cock grew another inch. Fuck, he had to call somebody!

At the same time he suddenly heard more ripping as he looked down.

“No, no, no…Oh god…” He saw his own feet succumb to the new tanned texture as they grew out, his once grey hairs on his pale feet were now black as the toes lengthened and the lengthier digits caressed the shreds of his shoes and socks, pushing them away to make way for his larger muskier feet.

His feet continued to grow out as his cock strained and they only stopped at size thirteen. Steve felt like he had a plan to call…to do something but he couldn’t remember.

“Again,” commanded Amir. Steve couldn’t stop it.

Rock, paper, scissors

Steve could barely focus, forgetting what rock or scissors meant and mistaking the two as he lost again.

“Oh god, it’s…growing so much-” strained Steve.

His cock grew another inch, longer and darker as he could feel more cum churning in his bigger balls.

Steve now felt his ass growing, all his intelligence seemingly sapped away for muscle and fat to form the bubble butt that destroyed his pants and whose cheeks almost clapped together for the perfect and fuckable ass he now sported. All the while his quads and calves burned as they continued to grow. His thighs grew so much that they nearly touched.

The same tanned tone racing over them as the calves grew to become the perfect musculature of a young man in his prime.

“Begging you here…”

“Begging me for more? Don’t worry Steve, that time will come, as will you,” teased Amir.

“Fuck, you know wh-” But Steve couldn’t deny how good it felt as he raised his hand again.

Rock, paper, scissors.

His cock grew another inch now hard at a solid ten inches as every vein and ridge of his cock grew harder as he was so close.

Steve barely remember this game or even what scissors were.

He could only watch as his chest started to inflate, his own biceps beginning to bulge whilst his hands enlarged to look more like Amir’s. The biceps grew so large that he could feel his own shirt starting to strain at the sleeves before tearing them apart.

The same dark tone followed however tattoos that Steve could barely remember getting with Amir started to slowly swivel and fade onto his skin, the ink highlighting the curves of his new flexing muscles as his own pecs started to push out.

Great deep lines were carved into his thinner body where his body fat continued to sink and be swallowed by the pure muscle that could barely be worked onto a man yet Steve did it anyway and felt a sense of pride of his new great body, loving to show off his great bulging pecs or his striking six pack.

“Fuck…bro…You…You won’t get away…away with…”

“Again.”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve couldn’t even remember anymore, he tried, he really tried to be smart, to fight back, but he was horrified to see he only gave a thumbs up.

“No, no, no bro…I’m…I’m smart…I’m…so fucking…uhh…fuck, don’t even know what that word means!”

Steve moaned out loud as his cock grew to eleven inches and as he felt his face starting to shape up, how his nose broaden slightly, how his lips grew fuller, or how his jawline sharpened he couldn’t care. He felt his own hair growing out, now darker than ever before but the only thing he could focus on was his massive cock as he felt a tidal wave of cum about to launch out of his cock and then-

He let go, felt himself cum, felt himself forget everything, could barely think, one or two words, before letting go, just letting go-

Cum sprayed everywhere, all over the floor and all over Amir who simply watched with grea anticipation as an almost endless orgasm struck Steve as his face continued to push out, as his own bulking body heaved and grew, as he forgot about being some old overweight dad. As the last dribbles and droplets of cum trickled out of his cock, he felt like he could breath again as Amir patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice workout bro, why don’t we head to the showers and clean up? I’ve got some spare clothes in the locker for you, Samir.”

Samir only smiled and followed.

Afterwards they had to celebrate and so they took a photo knowing to share it with their friends to show how “swole” Steve or rather, Samir, had gotten after a workout with his best bro, Amir.

Amir couldn’t even resist holding up his hand playfully teasing a “peace sign” when in reality he knew it was scissors, the same scissors that cut Steve off his old life and body.

He watched the dumb bro Samir give a thumbs up, the one that caused his mind and body to be lost, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Goldilocks and the Two Bears

Goldilocks had never been particularly smart. As a matter of fact, he was kind of an idiot. But he was smart enough to know the two things he had going for him: his body and his hair. Since age 14, Goldy had been building and sculpting his body. It was his pride and joy, the perfect collection of bulges and canyons, the kind of work of art Michelangelo would have sculpted.

And his hair? Well, they didn’t call him “Goldilocks” for nothing. The way it caught the sunlight, the way it always seemed to fall perfectly atop his head. Hair wasn’t really a big thing for most guys, but all Goldy had to do was throw it back and run a casual hand through his corn colored mane, and everyone in a twenty foot radius would pop a boner.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t anyone within a twenty foot radius of Goldy because, as usual, he was lost. He knew he should have been at the subway station, but there wasn’t a road or a train track in sight. Only trees. Trees, for as far as the eye could see.

Goldy scratched his head. He looked down at his phone, as if he were going to get any reception out here. I totally thought I was on the right road, he thought to himself, running a few fingers through his stringy hair. He was the kind of blonde people joked about, too dumb to function, yet too dumb to care.

A sweet scent caused Goldy to look up. Something was baking. Something delicious. Goldy’s stomach grumbled. Well, he thought, maybe whoever is baking will know how to get to the train station.

And so he lumbered over in the direction of the smell, and soon came across a small cabin in the middle of the woods. Smoke was bellowing out of the chimney, so Godly assumed someone must be inside.

“Hello?” He said as he opened the door to the house. It was small enough to tell that there was no one there. One bed. One bathroom. One kitchen, where, much to Goldy’s delight, a freshly baked pie was sitting on the counter, steam bellowing off of its crusty surface.

“Fuck yeah!” Goldy grinned, digging into the pie without thinking. Only when he was halfway through did he even think to ask… is this okay?

But he didn’t have time to answer, because he was already trying to clean the crumbs off of his shirt. “I can’t show up to work like this!” Goldy said. He looked over towards the small bathroom in the corner, with a tiny shower tucked in behind the toilet.

I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I just hopped in the shower for a bit, Goldy thought. He already had his shirt and his pants off before crossing the threshold of the bathroom door. He turned the knob on the shower and jumped back. The water was frigid, likely a product of being so far out in the woods, so Goldy turned the knob all the way to “HOT.”

Slowly but surely, the water turned from ice cold to piping hot, and Goldy closed his eyes as he let the water cascade down his warn pecs, his chiseled abs, and over his gradually elongating cock. Much like the rest of his body, Goldy’s dick was a thing of beauty. When erect, it was just long enough without being too destructive, and just girth enough without being too fat.

Even thinking about it was giving Goldy the hard on of a lifetime. He looked out the shower door towards the bed. The sheets were tousled, freshly slept in. They almost beaconed him to come on over and rub one out.

And that’s just what Goldy did. The water was starting to turn cold again, so he turned off the shower, dabbed himself with a towel, and jumped onto the bed. It didn’t matter to him that he was still wet, that he was soaking the sheets. Goldy was far too busy beating his meat, throwing his head back and moaning as he felt his body tense.

“Ohhhhh…. FUCK!” Cum rocketed out of his dick. It coated the sheets and spattered the wall. Goldy didn’t have time to assess the mess he had made of the strangers’ house before he was overtaken by a profound fatigue. He yawned, starching his muscles and settling into the bed for a long, deep slumber.

He didn’t hear the two of them come in.

“What the fuck is this??” Erik said, staring at the half eaten pie. He put his large hands on his wide hips. Erik was a large guy by any standards. Large muscles, large gut, large beard. He starched the thick black hair on his vast chest as he contemplated the mess. “Was it an animal or something?” he asked.

“I don’t think it was an animal,” Chuck said pointing to the bed. Erik turned to his husband, and then to the bed, where Goldy lay fast asleep.

Chuck shook his head. He might not have been as large or hairy as Erik, but from a distance, you wouldn’t be able to tell. He was a bear through and through. And right then, he was an angry bear. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said, “I just changed those sheets.”

“OW!” Erik yelped. Chuck spun around as Erik jumped back from the sink. “He used up all the hot water!”

Chuck grumbled, staring back at the young man snoring in the mess of sheets and spunk. “What are we going to do about him?” he asked.

Erik walked up beside him. “Well,” he said, “he is pretty cute.”

“He won’t be for long…” Chuck said with a stern smile…

Goldy was having a very strange dream. It started out pretty normal. He had been walking back from work and stopped at a hot dog stand to pick up something to eat. But the second he put the hot dog in his mouth, it started to expand.

He gagged. The slim piece of meat was getting salty and veiny in his mouth, and he found himself sucking on it like a popsicle. What the fuck? Goldy thought. He slipped the hot dog out of the mouth to see a giant, hairy dick just centimeters away from his face.

Except now, he wasn’t dreaming.

“What the fuck??” Goldy said aloud this time. He recoiled from the dick, but something strong and firm grasped the back of his head.

“You’re not done yet,” a gruff voice said from above him. “You’ve got to pay us back for all the hot water you used.”

“Don’t forget my pie,” a different voice said. Goldy looked down to see another man, huge and hairy, at the base of the bed. His mouth was just inches from Goldy’s dick.

Goldy stuttered, “I… I um… I think I’ve got to get to work.” He tried to move, but Chuck held tight to his hair.

“Work, huh? You must have gotten real lost on your way then, to end up so far out here.” He was pressing Goldy’s face to his crotch, so much so that the young man could smell the musk wafting off of his pubes. “Don’t worry though,” Chuck said with a wicked smile, “we’ll make you feel right at home, won’t we Erik?”

“Sure will,” Erik said. With that, he swallowed Goldy’s cock. Goldy opened his mouth to protest, but Chuck only seized the opportunity to slip his dick back into down the hunky blonde’s throat.

Goldy gagged. Chuck’s cock was thick as a soda can and twice as heavy. He felt his rough hair itch at his nose and cheeks as the bear drove his dick deeper and deeper into his throat. All the while, Erik continued to go down on Goldy, his thick beard scratching up against the insides of his thighs. As much as Goldy hated to admit it, this was very very hot.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chuck took the words right out of his head, “you like having two big daddy bears sandwiching you?”

Goldy mumbled a “yes” in agreement.

“Would you like to be a big daddy bear just like us?”

He cocked his eye. What was he talking about? Chuck took notice, and nodded towards Goldy’s chest. “Take a look at yourself.”

Goldy’s eyes widened. His chest, his beautiful, perfect chest, was now expanding out in ways it hadn’t since his Freshman year of college. His cum gutters had turned to love handles, his solid abs to hard globs of fat. But most striking of all was his hair. Hair rarely grew on Goldy’s chest, and when it did, he was sure to shave. Now, his body looked like a forest, blond hair cropping up on every bare patch of skin.

He spat Chuck’s dick out of his mouth. “What have you done to me??” He yelled.

Chuck laughed. “And we’re not even done yet. Besides, it’s not like you’re not enjoying it.”

There was a sloppy wet “pop” as Erik let Goldy’s dick fall out onto his scruffy chest. His was hard as a steel rod, leaking pre like a broken faucet as he watched a fresh bush of blonde pubes come in. As they did, he felt his once perfectly shaped cock morph and contort, transforming before his eyes into a proper bear dick: thick, stubby, and uncut.

“Looks like someone might need to take that for a spin.” Erik remarked. He turned to Chuck. “Care to do the honors?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Chuck said. Goldy watched as the massive man moved around the bed and mounted his ever expanding body like he was a wild stallion. Erik rubbed his dick in the background as Chuck guided Goldy’s throbbing member into his hairy, daddy ass.

“FUCK!” he screamed. Grabbing onto Goldy’s chest. He bounced up and down, sending both men into a horny frenzy. “Fuck, you like that daddy?”

“Fuck yeah,” Goldy grumbled. He was astonished to find that his voice had dropped several octaves. Even more astonishing was the fact that he could feel his beard itching his face every time he opened his mouth.

I… have a beard? Goldy thought. He reached a hand up to his face to feel the thick tuft of blonde scruff that was erupting all over his chin, his neck, and his cheeks. “It’s coming in nicely,” Erik remarked, “I think it looks better on your face than on your head.”

Goldy feared the worst. He knew what he was going to feel even before he brought his hand up to his scalp: Nothing. Just shiny, bare skin. He was bald, a bald, burly, blonde bear. In just minutes, he had lost both of his best assets, and was completely at the mercy of the man milking his thick dick.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Chuck growled. The old bear was getting close, and Goldy could feel himself starting to edge. The prickling pleasure across his skin, the dizziness that seemed to overtake his mind as his cock prepared to deliver its load.

He reached up and grabbed Chuck’s chest, feeling his pot belly and dark mane, and awaited the one final blow…

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” Goldy let out a sound of pleasure audible throughout the entire woods. He came, hard body shaking and hands quivering as he emptied his first load as a bear into Chuck’s warm, welcoming hole.

Just as he did, he felt his own chest grow warm with Chuck and Erik’s spunk, as the men used him as their personal cum dumpster.

By the time his orgasm had died down, Goldy—or rather Gordon now—had assumed his new identity as the third bear of the cabin. His rather empty head was filled with memories of living with the bears, chopping wood, going hunting out in the woods, and fucking raw until the wee hours of the morning.

He still wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But at least he wasn’t getting lost anytime soon.

(special shout out to @dumbmusclejockboi for this idea!)

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