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cinaedefuri2 · 8 days

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Two roommates, one a gay twink type, and the other straight gymbro/jock. The pair are friends and get on well. One day the twink confesses how hard he has it, after a bad break up or something, and mentions how easy the other roommate has it. The jock not being the smartest, but trying to be kind thinks of an idea to help out. He gives his roommate a gift, which then turns him into another straight jock just like him, so he can have the same simple but straightforward life.

(After the transformation; Demarcus on left and Anthony on right)

They called themselves the Odd Couple, although they weren't actually dating. It was kind of like the old TV show, but not really, since neither Anthony nor DeMarcus were neat freaks. Anthony was a twink, a gay twink, and DeMarcus was a straight jock. The two of them could not have been any more different, but they were great friends and had met when DeMarcus was new in town and had accidentally went into a gay bar when looking for bars to scope out women at.

Anthony had hit on him at first, but once he realized the situation, he went to his favorite non-gay bar with DeMarcus, and actually scored DeMarcus a one-night stand! The two of them kept in touch, and when DeMarcus's roommate moved out, he offered the spot to Anthony first, who accepted it without a second thought. Anthony would be lying if he said he didn't have a small crush on DeMarcus, but he was smart enough not to act on it and break up a good thing the two of them had.

However, Anthony had other problems in life, and one night during dinner, he bitched and moaned about it to DeMarcus. "My life is so fuckin' hard, D. First off, I'm gay, so there's everything around that, and most twinks and jocks and bears and DILFs don't wanna date a twink like me, and my job is so hectic I can only go out one night a week, and it's not even a weekend night so it's all a bunch of losers and freaks at the bars and clubs..." Anthony went on and on like this, but he ended on a slightly more positive note.

"I just wish I had your life, D, it seems so fuckin' easy. You can get any girl that you want, you can build muscle with minimal effort, and you have a job that actually allows to fuckin' have your weekends free!"

"It is pretty fuckin' easy being me!" DeMarcus laughed, although there were certainly some struggles that Anthony didn't need to know about. However, DeMarcus felt bad for Anthony regardless, and wanted to do something to cheer him up. He thought about renting a famous gay porn star for the night, or doing all of the chores for the week, or something like that. Just as he was about to go on rentmen.com, he remembered a gift that one of his fellow jock friends had given him a couple years back.

Thankfully, Anthony was out of the apartment at this time, so DeMarcus wouldn't have to explain unpacking nearly half of his closet to find the small box and the note the friend had given him. "Hey, DeMarcus, good luck on living in the big city! If you ever need a friend like you, find someone and give them this ring to wear. Soon enough, you'll have a best friend just like you!" Now, DeMarcus wasn't the smartest guy out there, but he was able to read between the lines and know approximately what might happen if he gave Anthony the ring. And considering that last night wasn't the first time Anthony had ranted like that, the ring would probably do him some good.

The next day, Anthony came home from work to find a ring box on the table. "Hey, D, is there something ya wanted to tell me!?" he yelled out. DeMarcus didn't respond, even though Anthony was sure that he saw his roommate's car in the parking lot. There was also a note under the ring box, in DeMarcus's handwriting. Anthony decided to sneak a peek at it, considering DeMarcus wasn't dating anybody, at least not anyone Anthony knew about. He was a bit shocked when he saw that the note was addressed to him.

"Anthony, I wanted to give you this ring after hearing what you said a couple nights ago. I promise you, once you put it on, it will make your life so much fuckin' easier. And, hey, if it doesn't work, it's a ring; you can just take it off! -D"

Anthony still wasn't too sure about all of this, but he rationalized that it wouldn't hurt to just put the ring on and see what happened. After all, like DeMarcus said, he could just take it off right after! He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto his ring finger, knowing that he would probably have to change fingers in the future. He waited a few seconds, and nothing happened. Just as he was about to take the ring off, though, he felt a strange pain throughout his body. It wasn't like anything he had experienced before, and he quickly took a seat until it passed.

It would take a while to pass, though, since that strange pain was actually accelerated muscle growth happening all over. Even though it was all happening at the same time, Anthony noticed it in his arms first. The shirt he was wearing was long-sleeved and a bit tight. "Wait, what the fuck is going on!?" he screamed, as his biceps and other arm muscles had seemingly got visibly bigger within seconds. The shirt was actually starting to tear and rip a little bit as well, and it wasn't long at all before Anthony was sleeveless, with some bulging biceps.

He lifted up what was left of his shirt to see if the same thing was happening all over his body, and it was. By the time he had pulled up his shirt, all six of his abs had been formed and were clearly delineated. He had the beginning of some obliques as well, which Anthony found quite shocking, since he hadn't stepped foot in a gym in months, if not a couple years now! He took off his shirt and looked down to see that his pecs had ballooned in size as well. He originally had a flat chest, but now he had meaty, muscular, rounded pecs that protruded out from his body a fair amount.

"DeMarcus, what the fuck is this ring doing to me!?" Anthony screamed, hoping that his roommate was asleep or something and could eventually take off the ring and stop whatever was happening to him. By the time Anthony had yelled that out, his poor pants could no longer contain his newly massive tree trunk-sized legs, and his khakis were on the floor in tatters. His underwear was holding on for dear life as well, as his ass had become a bubble butt, juicy and plump. His cock had even grown a couple inches in length and about an inch in girth as well, causing a ridiculous but also pretty hot bulge at the front of his underwear.

It wasn't long after his pants were in tatters on the dining room floor that the strange pain went away. "Fuuuuuck," Anthony moaned, in a weird mix of relief and pleasure. He had always secretly wanted to be a jock, but didn't want to put in the effort that DeMarcus and other jocks did or abuse steroids. But the transformation, or whatever Anthony thought was happening to him, wasn't over just yet. The bodily pain was soon replaced by a searing headache, and Anthony was forced to sit back down again as some other changes occurred.

Unlike in some other transformation stories both Anthony and DeMarcus had read occasionally, there actually wasn't too much of a mental change. Anthony didn't really get dumber, but his mindset changed to one befitting a jock that lived a carefree and simple life, almost exactly like DeMarcus did. However, there was one dramatic change. Anthony was now straight, as straight as an arrow. He didn't even watch bisexual porn anymore. And finally, there were some small reality changes stemming from Anthony's transformation, such as the fact that everyone but DeMarcus would have always seen Anthony as the simple and carefree jock and he now had a job as a personal trainer and could set his own hours, for example.

The headache soon dissipated and Anthony was finally able to stand up and walk around again without feeling any kind of pain. Even he was affected by the reality change and now always thought he had been a carefree straight jock. Grindr and Scruff on his phone had been replaced with Tinder and Bumble, and it wasn't too long before DeMarcus arrived back home, having gone out with a friend using their car to celebrate the friend's birthday. He was shocked, but pleased, at the sight in front of him on their couch, a muscled Anthony who was swiping right on Tinder for women instead of tapping dudes on Grindr.

"Hey, Anthony, how's it going?" DeMarcus asked, plopping down right next to his roommate and now fellow jock.

"Going good, brah, can't complain. These bitches aren't matching with me, though, and I'm really fuckin' horny. Do you think we can go to the club tonight and see if we can pick up some chicks, maybe bring them back here for a foursome? No homo, though."

"Yeah, Anthony, that sounds like a plan." DeMarcus then looked at Anthony's hands. The ring was nowhere to be found. "Hey, strange question, but did you have a ring on earlier today?"

"Nah, brah, I don't remember any ring," Anthony replied. DeMarcus wasn't sure what had happened to it, but it had served its purpose.

#jock #jock tf #jock transformation #male tf #male transformation #gay to straight #gay to straight tf #gay to straight transformation #sexuality change #sexuality change tf #sexuality change transformation #reality change #reality change tf #reality change transformation #muscle growth #muscle growth tf #muscle growth transformation

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cinaedefuri2 · 12 days

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Are you planning on making more FTM tg with a little bit of Jockification? If yes then i would love to see a premise of a nerdy girl finding a cursed boxer shorts and by wearing it she gets transformed into a jock both physically and mentally

Andrea was walking around the department store, timidly, looking for some clothes to buy. She was a self-described nerd, although in most instances, it was other people calling her a nerd, for the way she dressed and her high intelligence. This had been most common in the locker room in high school, since Andrea usually wore boxer shorts instead of more feminine underwear. Thankfully, now that she was in college, she only got the occasional odd glance when changing in the university's locker rooms.

But since the women's section didn't contain a whole bunch of boxer shorts, at least not in the styles Andrea wanted, she had to go to the men's section. She was a nerd, but nerds could still have a sense of style after all! So, she finally ended up in the men's underwear section of the store. As she was looking around, she noticed one singular boxer short just laying on one of the shelves. It had a price tag attached to it, but Andrea wondered why it wasn't in a package. Underwear was rarely sold solo, if at all, especially in stores like this one, so she wondered what made this one so special. She did like the style, though, and upon looking at the price tag, she definitely liked the price.

Andrea picked it up and found another package of boxer shorts that she liked, and she made her way to the checkout line. She avoided eye contact with the check-out person, who was also a bit weirded out by the singular pair of underwear that this woman gave them. However, the price tag checked out and everything went through, so it wasn't long before Andrea was back in her car and driving away with her purchase. Once she was back home, she realized something. "Oh, sugar! I don't know if the singular one actually fits me!" She hadn't checked the size, and since it was just the one, there was no packaging to tell her.

Once she made sure the door to her dorm room was locked, she took off her pants and current underwear, and slipped on the new boxer shorts. They were a perfect fit, miraculously, and Andrea then went to take them off, not wanting to switch underwear in the middle of the day. However, try as she might, she couldn't get the waistband of the boxer shorts to budge, and neither could she get the bottom of the underwear to be able to be grabbed too. "What's going on here!?" she asked herself. Even the self-proclaimed nerd couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation as to why underwear would suddenly be stuck on her.

Andrea was even more scared when she looked down and the boxer shorts were glowing. She wasn't sure what the fuck was happening, but she sure as fuck knew that she wanted them off, and wanted them off now. She tried and tried to take it off, peel it off, and even grabbed some scissors she had in her room and tried to cut it off. None of those things worked, but as she was doing all of that, she noticed in her peripheral vision that her button-down shirt was getting tighter and tighter, seemingly by the second. Thankfully, she had but the scissors down by the time the shirt sleeves ripped apart. Andrea looked down at her grossly muscled arms, especially in relation to the rest of her body right now.

She did go to the gym regularly, but her workout wasn't meant to gain much muscle. And these arm muscles looked like they belonged to a male jock! Andrea was smart enough to know that no one would believe her when she would tell them that she suddenly gained massive amounts of muscle in minutes, so she decided to see what else would happen. She didn't have to wait long to figure out what was happening next. Andrea wasn't busty by any sense of the word, but she did have breasts that stuck out a good amount from her body. However, she watched in horror and dismay as she slowly but surely became flat-chested.

She unbuttoned her shirt, at least what was left of it, and realized that while she no longer had breasts, she likely had pecs now. They were much more angular than what she had previously, albeit still rounded to some extent. They also protruded out from her body a fair amount. By this time, someone as smart as Andrea knew what was happening to her. "I'm turning into a guy!" she screamed, and she knew that, somehow, it was the boxer shorts doing all of this. She resumed her efforts to take them off, as she didn't want to be a male jock; she wanted to be a female nerd.

However, all of her valiant efforts failed, especially as abs started forming on her torso. She gained an impressive and chiseled eight-pack of abs within minutes, and also got some shredded obliques as well. The same thing that had happened with her arms also happened with her legs. Andrea hoped that the muscle growth would be enough to tear the underwear and paradoxically reduce or stop the muscle growth, but whatever magic or science was behind all of this caused the boxer shorts to grow in size to match her new tree trunks of legs, while still being too tight to take off.

Andrea then felt a pain in her genital region, and she unfortunately knew exactly what was happening to her. She didn't dare look down, as she knew that her vagina was being changed into a penis. From one perspective, it was actually really cool how she would have a working penis after whatever the fuck was happening to her was done, but on the other hand, it was forced upon her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Eventually, the pain stopped, and Andrea took a peek down there, or at least at the bulge in the underwear she couldn't take off. Her new cock was quite long and girthy, even while completely flaccid. Her ass also got more rounded and protruded out from her body a bit more as well, like she had just done a thousand squats.

Her face then experienced some pain, and Andrea was thankfully able to keep her eyes open during the whole ordeal and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was seemingly getting free, but unwanted, facial masculinization surgery, as her face got more angular, just like her pecs, and some other, smaller, changes that would make her face look more like a man's than a woman's. It even came with a change in hair color and style, her strawberry-blonde hair becoming a bright yellow blonde and styled like a jock frat bro now instead of the cascading locks she had in the past.

Right now, Andrea looked like a jock, a male jock at that, but she thankfully still thought of herself as female, an intelligent female who knew how fucked up this as well. However, she quickly realized that there was likely one final step to whatever had happened to her, and it wasn't long before Andrea experienced a searing heartache. She could barely remember what had happened to her, but by the time it had passed, he was no longer a she.

Andy was a college jock who loved to party, fuck bitches, smoke weed, and just generally live his best life. He worked out every day to build and maintain muscle, and while he still attended classes, he was barely passing them, bitches and fags helping him to maintain a passing grade. He had no memories of his time as Andrea, and always remembered himself as a guy who had slowly but surely turned into the BMOC, both in high school and in college. He jacked off for the first time, at least from an outsider's perspective, before hopping on the apps, hoping to find someone to hook up after he went to the gym. They loved a sweaty cocky fuckboi jock!

#female to male tf #female to male #female to male transformation #nerd to jock #nerd to jock tf #nerd to jock transformation #female tf #female transformation #cursed boxer shorts #jock tf #jock transformation #male tf #male transformation

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cinaedefuri2 · 13 days

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An alien arrives on earth at a campus. He sees a well built college athlete bullying a obese freshman. The alien decides to restore justice and jumps into the body of the jock. The alien want to reward some emotional compensation in form of good sex to the freshman without revealing his identity. The freshman is happy at the chance to hate fuck the muscular body of the jock.

I like this mini-story as it is right now!

-C.F.

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cinaedefuri2 · 14 days

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Noah beck turning into a good preppy boy would be a great story!

"Yo, wazzup, bitches!" Noah started in his latest TikTok, a bong clearly visible in the background and nearly naked women walking behind him as well. Many of his fans loved his alpha, dominant, and carefree nature, not to mention his muscles and the taste he gave fans of his cock and ass every so often. However, one of his fans was quite different. Bartholomew, or Bart for short, liked Noah, but thought that Noah could be much better. In fact, Noah would be perfect if he were a good preppy boy!

Of course, someone like Bart couldn't get close to someone like Noah, so some of the things he had in mind wouldn't work, including simply just hanging out with Noah and causing a gradual stepfordization of the TikTok star. So, he decided to take a more magical approach to his problem. He really didn't believe in magic, but it was either use that or buy some expensive shit from the dark web that may or may not work. It took a fair bit of searching, but he finally found a magic practitioner, not a wizard, who would be willing to do what he wanted.

"So, I can either make this a gradual process or do it all at once," the practitioner said to Bart once they were in the back room of the shop filled with spell books and other arcane materials.

"As much as I would love to see Noah Beck slowly turn preppy, it makes the most sense to do it all at once."

"Okay," the practitioner replied, and he turned the page of the spell book open in front of him. "Now it is time for the payment." The practitioner wasn't being obtuse or anything; it was literally time for Bart to pay the guy before he would cast the spell. Bart handed over a hefty hunk of change to the practitioner, but it was well worth it to see his dreams finally become a reality. The practitioner made sure everything was there, and then he started reading from the spell book.

It was in some old language Bart didn't recognize at all, and could only pick out "Noah Beck" being said every so often. Eventually, the practitioner looked up, and there was a rush of air in the small back room. Items moved but nothing fell, miraculously. "It is done," the practitioner announced. Unfortunately, Bart couldn't make sure the magic actually worked, as he had been constantly checking his phone and Noah wasn't live-streaming. However, it did actually work, and halfway across the world, Noah's life began to change.

Preppy boys came in all shapes and sizes, so Noah's muscles didn't really change at all. What did change were his clothes. Noah was currently wearing a white t-shirt that showed off his pecs and abs. He was flabbergasted at the shirt suddenly changed into a pink button-down that still tightly hugged his frame. "Yo, bro, what the fuck is happening!?" he screamed out loud, thankfully alone at the time. He really wanted someone else to confirm that what was happening was real and it wasn't all in his head, but all of his bros and bitches were out right now.

He looked at his open closet and saw as all of his shirts began changing to button-downs or even sweaters. Noah then felt something around his neck. He looked down and a fucking sweater had just magically appeared around his neck. He looked like a fucking douchebag but try as he might, he couldn't take it off. He then watched as the sweatpants he was wearing changed into shorts, colorful khaki shorts to be exact. The same thing happened with the rest of the wardrobe, Noah now owning khaki shorts in just about every color under the sun. Of course, he had a belt on as well too.

Even his underwear changed as well, much to Noah's dismay. He was wearing his own brand of underwear, and while he didn't take his new colorful khaki pants off to check, he looked in his underwear drawer and noticed that all of his underwear were now very unsexy boxers, and not even tight boxers or boxer briefs either. His socks didn't change too much, although he did gain a fair bit more dress socks than someone of his age and fame really needed to own.

Noah, of course, wasn't wearing shoes in his own house, but he watched as all of his sneakers changed into Oxfords and Sperrys. He was only left with one pair of running shoes in his whole collection. "What the actual fuck!?" Noah said out loud. "Why the fuck is all of my wardrobe changing so that I'll have to look like a fuckin' douchebag frat bro!?"

Noah didn't get the chance to ponder that thought further as he grabbed the sides of his head as a pounding headache came on. Noah dropped to his knees in pain as new, and better, thoughts came into his mind. A few minutes later, he was finally able to stand up again and looked around the room in pleasure. "It is so clean and immaculate, and I do look extra spiffy today," he added, catching himself in the full-length mirror he still had in his room and one that he used to ogle himself in. "Now to post a TikTok showing off my outfit to all of the other good preppy boys out there! Then I'll do some organization and find a nice office job where I can serve other good preppy men."

Fans and news outlets alike were shocked by the seemingly overnight change in Noah Beck as soon as he posted his first "PrepTok" video. Bart, on the other hand, was immensely pleased that the magic had actually worked and Noah was now a good preppy boy.

#preppy tf #preppy transformation #stepfordization #male tf #male transformation #noah beck #magic #spell #clothing change #clothing change tf #clothing change transformation #mental tf #mental transformation

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cinaedefuri2 · 24 days

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In honor of prom season coming up. A gay senior in high school is sad because he doesn’t have a date to the prom, and his straight friend is consoling him since he’s already taking his girlfriend. He slips gay himbo powder into his straight friends drink to transform him into the perfect date.

Travis was blocked from walking to his locker after dismissal today, as a promposal was taking place in the middle of the hallway. He kept his composure throughout the whole thing, but once he was back home, he broke down crying. He just couldn't take it anymore, all of the happy couples going to prom, all of the happy straight couples. Travis was gay, and while there were certainly other gay guys in Travis's high school, there were none that he wanted to go to prom with.

The doorbell then rang as Travis was in the middle of breaking down. He composed himself enough and then opened the door. Harry was on the other side, Travis's best friend. "Hey, bro, what's the matter?" Harry asked, immediately noticing something was wrong.

"It's all the fuckin' happy straight couples going to prom. I wanna a fuckin' date to prom too, but I'm not gonna lower my standards just so that I could fuckin' be happy for once in my life!"

"I'm sorry, bro. You know, I would totally go with you as an ally, but Marissa and I have been dating for just over three years now, and she really wants to go with me."

"Yeah, I know, Har, why the fuck are you telling me that again?"

"Sorry, bro, just stating facts!"

"No, I'm sorry for lashing out at you. And thanks for the offer. I just wish there was another hot straight guy at school who would do the same thing."

"Hopefully, bro, hopefully," Harry replied. The two best friends then hung out for the rest of the afternoon, until Harry had to go on a date with Marissa. Soon after he left, Travis thought about something that might be able to fix all of his problems.

"No, it can't possibly exist in real life," he said to himself, as he opened his web browser on his phone and began searching. It led him to the dark web, but he eventually found just what he was looking for. "So himbo powder does exist," he chuckled, as he purchased the smallest amount that he could. It was still a hefty amount, but if it actually worked, it would be well worth the money. He also paid for expedited shipping today, since prom was coming up shortly and he couldn't wait until after to test it out, of course.

The package arrived the next day, along with a notification from Travis's bank that his funds were pretty low. Thankfully his paycheck was coming in the next day, but that was besides the point. He opened the package and there it was, the vial of bright pink himbo powder. It was about as big as his thumb and not even fully filled with himbo powder, so he hoped that it would be enough to make all the changes occur in the stories he had read about it online.

Getting Harry to come over to his house was easy; he just needed to cry on the phone for a little bit and his best friend was speeding through town to get there. The harder part was actually getting Harry to ingest the himbo powder. Travis was smart enough to know that even someone like Harry wouldn't take it willingly, so he was going to mix it into a drink. The only problem was figuring out what drink Harry would want. As it turned out, Travis's problem was solved pretty easily.

Harry arrived at Travis's place sweaty and musky, having just come from lacrosse practice. "Actually, I blew off the last fifteen minutes or so after I got your call. I answered you on a water break, but, bro, I honestly didn't get to drink too much water today. Do ya think you can pour me a glass?"

"Sure thing, Har," Travis replied, barely able to contain his excitement at the plan falling into place so easily. He poured a glass of water for his best friend, who was waiting in the foyer, so that he couldn't see as Travis mixed in the himbo powder with the water. It thankfully dissolved quickly enough, and while Travis didn't know if it was tasteless or not, Harry clearly needed some water, with him hearing Harry's panting all the way in the kitchen. Harry chugged the water after Travis handed it to him, and handed the glass back just in time, as he clutched his sides in pain.

"Are you alright?" Travis asked, hoping that this was actually just the himbo powder taking affect.

"Yeah, bro, I think I'm fine," Harry answered as he continued to clutch his sides. Travis watched as the tight compression shirt Harry had on got even tighter as his pecs were seemingly ballooning in size. The fabric of the compression shirt even started to tear a little bit, Harry's pecs were getting that big. Harry had had a six-pack before he drank the himbo powder, but the compression shirt slowly but surely showed that Harry now had a very clearly delineated eight-pack of abs, with some chiseled obliques as well.

"What the fuck is happening to me!?" Harry screamed, not oblivious to the muscle growth happening on his chest and torso at all.

"I don't know, Harry, but you're definitely looking hot!" Travis said with a giggle. Harry didn't know how to respond to that, especially as the changes continued to occur. The poor compression shirt continued to tear as his biceps and other arm muscles grew as well, the lacrosse jock ending up with massive bicep peaks and arm growth to match his new and impressive frame. The same thing happened with his legs as well, although he wasn't wearing compression tights. However, he could feel his boxer briefs tearing apart, and by the time his legs stopped gaining muscles, his lacrosse shorts were holding on for dear life, taut on his new body.

"Why the fuck am I gaining so much muscle!? Trav, did you do something to me!? I swear to fuckin' god, bro!"

"I did, Harry, but not all of the changes are done yet, and I think I'll like the rest of them!" Travis replied with another giggle. Harry was surprisingly still in pain, so he didn't lunge at his best friend or try to do anything to stop the changes happening to him. The lacrosse shorts soon gave out as Harry's bubble butt grew bigger and bigger. It ended up being very plump and juicy and protruding out from his body a fair bit, just like his new pecs. Travis definitely enjoyed the next change that was now completely out in the open, as Harry's cock gained both length and girth even in its flaccid state. While Harry didn't get hard, and Travis sure as fuck didn't want to try to get in close while Harry was that angry, he knew that his best friend's erect cock was definitely longer and bigger than it had been.

With that, the muscle growth and cock growth were all done, but the himbo powder was still changing Harry. The next change came in Harry's hair color. He originally had black hair, but it was soon blonde, even at the roots. His face didn't change too dramatically, but his lips definitely got poutier and his eye color changed from green to piercing blue. Now all of the physical changes were done, and Harry looked like the himbo of Travis's dreams. Now all that was left was for Harry to act like one.

"You fuckin' creep!" Harry screamed, lunging at his former best friend. Travis was able to move out of the way easily enough, and before Harry could do anything else, he dropped to his knees and grabbed the sides of his head this time. He had a searing headache, and Travis knew that this was from all of the mental changes taking place at this time. It lasted a couple minutes, and it was honestly a little heartbreaking seeing Harry on his knees like that. However, once all of the mental changes were done, he had a big smile on his face as he looked up at his best friend and now lover.

"Like, tots thanks for turning me into, like, a himbo, teeheehee!" Harry said. "I, like, love being a dumb fuckable himbo, teeheehee!"

"And I love you," Travis said, planting a kiss on Harry's plump himbo lips. Now came the hard part of explaining the himbo transformation to Harry's family, as well as Marissa, who immediately broke up with him upon seeing how he acted around guys now, especially Travis. Travis ended up with the himbo prom date of his dreams, and he even got to do his very own promposal too!

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cinaedefuri2 · 1 month

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Two women are sick of their misogynistic boyfriends who always ignore them to hang out with their friends for “boys night”. So they curse them with magic to become gay for each other, since they hate women so much and just wanna hang out with “the boys”.

"I'm sorry, babe, but it's guys' night," Neil said to his girlfriend.

"But every fuckin' weekend is guys' night, honey! Can't we just spend one weekend alone? We don't even need to fuck, I just wanna hang out with you!"

"Bitch, you know how important guys' night is to me," Neil responded, and left in a huff, leaving his girlfriend, Nancy, all alone. Once she was sure Neil was a few blocks away, she called up one of her girlfriends, Esther. Esther was Hank's girlfriend, the guy Neil was going to be hanging out with tonight. Usually, they took turns hosting each other for guys' night, and while the guys did whatever the fuck that they did, Nancy and Esther drank wine and bitched and moaned about their misogynistic boyfriends.

Esther picked up the phone and told Nancy that she would be over in a few minutes. Nancy noticed that she seemed much more giddy than usual over the phone. Esther wasn't one to "pregame," so to speak, and knowing how misogynistic Hank was to her, there had to be a good reason for her happiness. Esther soon arrived at Nancy and Neil's place, and Nancy was shocked at the bag that she was lugging inside with her.

"Did Hank hurt you, Esth? I swear to fuckin' god, those boys need to learn a fuckin' lesson!"

"No, thank god he didn't, Nance, but I totally agree with you. And that's why I brought this over tonight." Esther took out a massive book from the bag and plopped it on the dining room table, causing it to creak a little bit.

"A spell book, really, Esther?"

"You know what, Nance, I originally had the same reaction as you when my grandmother gave me this book when I was younger. But I tried some of the smaller spells in the book, and they actually fuckin' worked! Did you know that I'm not a natural redhead?" Esther then took out her phone and showed Nancy a picture of herself from when she was much younger, with black hair.

"Okay, wow, I believe you," Nancy said, without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "So, what were you thinking for Neil and Hank?"

"Well, I've had this spell bookmarked for a few weeks now, and I was hoping that you would be on board with it as well, as it involves both guys."

"Both of those misogynistic pricks need to learn a lesson, Esth, so I'm down for anything." Esther then opened up the book and Nancy saw what the spell at the top of the bookmarked page was called: "Sexuality Change". "Wait, you're gonna make Neil and Hank gay?"

"Yup, and gay for each other too," Esther added.

"Sweet! Those two guys deserve each other considering how much fuckin' time they spent with each other and not us!"

"Preach, sister! So, part of the reason why I lugged that humongous bag over here was that it also has all of the ingredients needed for the spell. There's an incantation as well, but we also need to drink something for the magic to actually work. Don't ask me why we need to do that, but that's what Grandma taught me to do."

"I'll do anything," Nancy replied, and the two of them got to work setting up the potion they were about to drink and reading over the spell, which was thankfully in English. Meanwhile, Neil and Hank were having fun in Hank's basement, playing some video games that were offensive to women as well and drinking beer. It was just the two of them tonight for guys' night, but sometimes they invited other bros to hang out with them.

Back at Nancy's place, the potion was just about finished, and Esther poured it into two wine glasses. "Cheers!" they both said as they clinked their glasses and began to drink the potion. It did have a horrid taste to it, a bitter one, but the two of them knew that this suffering paled in comparison to the suffering they had endured at the hands of their misogynistic boyfriends. Once the glasses were empty, the two of them looked at the spell book and began to read the spell, adding in Neil and Hank's names wherever necessary. It wasn't long before they said the last word and the spell was complete.

"How will we know that it worked?" Nancy asked.

"Well, Nance, we're eventually gonna know, but if you really wanna know right now, I have access to the security cameras we have set up around the house. You know Hank, always scared that someone is gonna break in and steal his $4000 dollar PC." Esther got the feed set up on her phone, and Nancy had it sent to the TV so they could watch it on a bigger screen.

Over at Hank's place, the spell had just taken affect. Neil had just punched Hank in the shoulder for ribbing him about being nice to one of the female NPCs. Hank then felt a stirring in his groin over the punch, something he had never experienced before. He then turned to face Neil, and had never realized just how handsome his best friend was. He gulped and quickly looked away from Neil, moving the controller to above his crotch to hide his growing erection.

Neil continued to play the game, but at the same time, noticed a stench in the air. The room reeked of Hank's BO, and before, he had just gotten used to it. But now with the spell in effect, it was actually turning Neil on now. He fidgeted in his seat, trying to hide his slowly increasing boner as much as he could, and he too eventually moved his controller to above his crotch. Nancy and Esther giggled while watching on the big screen as their soon-to-be ex-boyfriends didn't seem to realize what was going on yet.

It was Neil who finally broke the ice, not being able to take being around such an aromatic scent anymore. "Hey, Hank, this is gonna sound so fuckin' weird, but can I sniff your armpits, dude?"

"Well, uh, if you wanna," Hank replied, the controller moving as his dick twitched in excitement. Neil leaned over and sniffed his best friend's armpit, involuntarily moaning in please.

"Fuuuuuuuck," he moaned, "you smell so fuckin' good, dude!"

"Thanks," Hank said. "Andyou'rekindahottoo!" he blurted out.

"What was that, bro?"

"I said, you're kinda hot too," Hank replied, slower this time.

"Oh, uh, because you're kinda hot too," Neil said. Esther and Nancy squealed and giggled while watching this unfold.

"Should we, uh, you know, kiss or something?" Neil asked, both of them having full erections by now, the controllers having fallen to the ground.

"Uh, yeah, I think we should," Hank said, as the two best friends leaned in to kiss each other. It was quite the passionate kiss, involving some tongue action as well.

"Fuck, that was amazing!" Neil said after the two of them stopped kissing, which was about a minute.

"I know, bro!" Hank added. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really like you, bro."

"I really like you too, bro!" Neil replied, and the two of them began making out again, soon followed by the two of them taking off their shirts. Esther and Nancy were hooting and hollering over the developments, and both of them were secretly pleased that the potion and spell had actually worked. Neither of them were too sad to see their boyfriends turn gay for each other, and both found it pretty hot actually. Pants and underwear soon came off as well, and both men were already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum from their dicks.

"So, uh, who's gonna go first?" Hank asked. "I've, um, I've sucked off a couple guys before back in college, but that was part of a frat thing. I wasn't fuckin' gay back then, but I think I am now."

"That's fine, bro, sexuality is fluid," Neil said. "I'm gay now too, but I haven't sucked off a dude before, so I think you should go first." Neil then moved around a little bit to make it a bit more comfortable for Hank before his best friend began sucking him off. The basement was filled with moans and groans of pleasure as Neil got his first blowjob from a guy, and definitely not his last. He was still good at holding off from cumming, though, but had leaked a lot of pre-cum down Hank's throat by the time that they switched.

Neil did a surprisingly good job for the very first time sucking on a cock. Nancy had sucked him off more times than she cared to admit, and he just thought back to how those blowjobs went and what he had said to her. The two of them decided to stick to only oral tonight, but Nancy and Esther were quite pleased to hear about them talking about condoms and whether their asses were loose enough for each other's cocks.

It came as a surprise to all, except Nancy and Esther of course, when Neil and Hank announced that they were gay and were pursuing a relationship together. While Nancy and Esther didn't see each other in the same light as their ex-boyfriends now did for each other, they still remained good friends and helped the other to find a much more suitable boyfriend, one who actually cared about them, and was hot to boot! And both women knew that if their new man ever fucked off, well, he just might turn gay!

#straight to gay #straight to gay tf #straight to gay transformation #male tf #male transformation #spell #magic #misogynistic #best friends #best friends to boyfriends #best friends to boyfriends tf #best friends to boyfriends transformation

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cinaedefuri2 · 1 month

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A resubmit of an ask from your old blog:

A Flemish expat misses the atmosphere of his gym back home so he decides to turn the guys at his American gym into Bulge-ians: hot Dutch-speaking Belgian jocks

Jean-Claude had mostly settled into his new home in the United States. He had moved here for a lucrative job opportunity, and while he was sad to leave his home country, he knew that it was ultimately for the best. Jean-Claude had adapted to pretty much everything else in the U.S., but there was still one thing missing: the gym atmosphere. He knew it was a petty thing to quibble about, but Belgian gyms and American gyms were very different, at least in his humble opinion.

For one thing, there were a variety of different guys who went to the gym in the U.S. Jean-Claude didn't see anything wrong with that, but it was a far cry from some of the bodybuilder-only gyms back in Belgium. The closest bodybuilder-only gym to Jean-Claude's current location was hundreds of miles away, and while he considered himself a gym junkie, having to make sure his car was full of gas every time he wanted to go to the gym was not something he really liked at all.

And with the many different people going to the gym, the atmosphere of each and every gym he visited was not what he was used to. There were some people there honestly just dialing it in, barely putting in any effort. Then there were the creeps trying to get a date or get laid while almost injuring themselves trying to fit in into the gym. And then there were the gym junkies like Jean-Claude, which he found himself gravitating towards more. He wished that more and more of the guys at the gyms he went to were like him and those other gym junkies. And truthfully, it would be fuckin' awesome if they spoke his mother tongue as well and were the same nationality as him.

Jean-Claude was wondering one rainy Saturday after his workout if he could make his dreams into reality. The regular internet wasn't giving him much to work on, but recently, one of his new American friends had showed him how to access the dark web. He made his way to one of the more shady marketplaces on there, and while there were a lot of things Jean-Claude would never think of buying, there was this storefront that purported to sold magic potions, elixirs, and various other magical objects. There were potions for muscle growth, cock growth, IQ loss, and so on, but what really intrigued the Belgium bodybuilder was the make-your-own option. It was more than double the cost of the most expensive option on the storefront, but it would be well worth it.

Jean-Claude then typed in some of the parameters he wanted for the potion or elixir or whatever it actually ended up being in the end. He wanted it to only affect males and change their nationality from whatever it had been to Belgian. Their skin color and most other features would remain the same, and to really drive it home that they were Belgian now, they would only speak Dutch. Jean-Claude then pressed enter on the submission page, hoping that the people behind the storefront could work their literal magic and come up with something.

He had to wait a couple days, but he soon received a response from the storefront that his potion could be made. He submitted his payment through a secure channel and then waited even longer for it to finally arrive at his house. It arrived in a mostly unmarked package and he carefully opened it up, admiring the potion, which was bubbling and green, literally like something out of a movie. Now came the hard part of actually putting his plan into action. He wanted to change all of the male gym-goers at once, which meant putting the potion in the AC system or something similar. That meant striking up a friendship with the maintenance staff, who surprisingly quickly showed him the back room where all of the "magic" happened. If only they knew about Jean-Claude's actual magic!

The bodybuilder knew that he would only have one shot at this, so he discreetly poured the potion in one of the air circulation systems. He hoped to dear god that it would work, and he also knew that he couldn't change every single male gym-goer who went to the gym, but there were a good amount in the gym right now. Jean-Claude hadn't sprung for the option to prevent the changes from happening to himself, but since he already fit the bill of what the potion would change, he hoped that there wouldn't be any changes, or at least minimal changes.

And he was right. There were no changes to himself, but he was in for a treat as a few minutes later, the men in the gym suddenly started gaining muscle at an alarming rate. Pretty much all of them had their clothes ripped to shreds by their impressive gains in seconds instead of months, and thankfully most of their underwear held up as well, as not to cause an even bigger scandal. These men were quite confused, which was not helped by the strange sounds coming out of their mouths, as their language spoken changed to Dutch.

They could understand each other, but they could no longer understand English, so none of the females in the gym could help them out, at least not right now and in the way they were hoping for. In the midst of all of the confusion stemming from the muscle growth and the Tower of Babel situation happening, Jean-Claude stood up on a bench and began speaking to the newly-minted Dutch-speaking Belgian jocks in Dutch himself.

"Don't worry, men, everything will be okay! Don't you like your new and bulging muscles? And Dutch is such a better language than English, isn't that right?" he announced. The jocks murmured amongst themselves, and came to the conclusion that this man was actually right. They loved their instantaneous muscle growth, especially those who wanted to become bodybuilders, and if pretty much the only side effects were becoming Belgian and speaking Dutch, then they would go along with it! And in the end, Jean-Claude got exactly what he wanted. The group of Belgian jocks who spoke Dutch stuck together, and worked out together most days. The United States now had everything Jean-Claude could have ever dreamed of!

#male tf #male transformation #muscle growth #muscle growth tf #muscle growth transformation #nationality change #American to belgian #forced tf #forced transformation #gym #bodybuilder

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cinaedefuri2 · 1 month

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Could you help me turn Johnathan Bailey into a submissive himbo jock??

The doorbell rang as Trystan walked through the door of the old shop. It had been on Main Street for as long as anyone could remember, and the owner hadn't changed in that many years either. It was a "magic" shop, but it didn't deal in card tricks and joke neckties. No, this shop was purported to be run by a wizard with real magic coursing through his veins. Unfortunately, he charged an exorbitant price for his services, which was off-putting to many people. However, Trystan's grandmother had recently died and left him a large sum of money. He had some saved, but he was going to spend quite a bit of it getting what he truly wanted.

Trystan walked through the store and to the back counter where the wizard was waiting for him. As he walked through the store, he passed by potions and salves labeled with things such as "muscle growth," "hair color change," "IQ loss," and so on. Some of those things did appeal to him, but Trystan had a plan in mind, and couldn't afford to spend any more money than he had to. Finally, he reached the back counter, where the wizard was sitting with a smile on his face. He was a stereotypical wizard, and Trystan did have to hold in a chuckle.

"What can I do for you, young man?"

"Well, it's sort of a strange ask, especially because it doesn't really concern me. But I want to turn this celebrity into a submissive himbo jock. Are you able to do that?" Trystan asked, pleading with his eyes as well.

"Of course I can do that," the wizard said. He pulled out a book from under the counter and opened it up. "Let's see here, a celebrity spell with mental and physical changes over 50%, that will end up being $15,000." The wizard then closed the book and was about to go back to what he was doing when he heard a soft thud. Trystan had placed a wad of cash on the counter.

"Here's $15,000. Now, can we go into some specifics of what I want to happen? I can throw in some more money if you really need it."

"No, um, that would be enough," said the wizard. "So, let's start with the easiest question: which celebrity is it?"

"Jonathan Bailey."

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Jonathan Bailey was in his trailer on the "Wicked" set. They were doing reshoots, and while he wasn't needed on set right now, he would be needed later today. He was minding his own business when suddenly he felt a strange pain spread all over his body very quickly. He feared it was something like a heart attack, but it wasn't like anything he had read about or any experience he had had before. Of course, he wouldn't have know this, but it was actually Trystan's spell taking effect, the wizard and the young man finally finished hashing out all of the details.

The first and one of the most obvious changes came in Jonathan's muscles. He was already considered to have a jock body type but many, but in Trystan's fantasy, the actor would pack on a bit more muscle. And so he did. Jonathan was forced to watch as his clothes got tighter and tighter and began to tear in places as he was seemingly gaining more and more muscle every second. He knew that that wasn't possible, but it was happening right before his eyes. He was in control of his body enough to strip out of all of his clothes, even his underwear, and realized that he wasn't just imagining things. He had gained an impressive amount of muscle in just under two minutes.

One area that had grown dramatically in size, all things considered, was his ass. Jonathan didn't have a bubble butt before, but he certainly did now! He slapped it for some reason unbeknownst to him, and could feel it jiggle and shake around. His cock had also grown in size as well during this transformation, gaining a couple inches both in length and girth. He didn't get a chance to play with it just yet, though, as he was more concerned about some other changes happening to himself.

He had noticed a reflection in the window, and quickly found a mirror to confirm that he had in fact become blonde. Fiyero from "Wicked" was blonde, but now he had platinum blonde hair that was seemingly his natural hair color now! He plucked out a couple strands and couldn't see his old natural hair color at all. He didn't mind this change much at all, and honestly, even the muscle and cock growth was cool as well. But Jonathan had read enough transformation stories to jack off before and knew that there had to be a mental component to the transformation as well. And of course, Trystan included one.

There were two big mental changes that occurred. The first one was changing Jonathan's mind into that of a himbo. That meant decreased intelligence, increased libido, a desire to work out and have sex at all times, and so on. Jonathan was painfully aware of these mental changes happening to him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it as the erudite actor slowly transformed into a vapid himbo. Of course, Trystan had wanted him to be submissive as well, and while some of the himbo changes were along the lines of being submissive, there were even more mental changes.

Jonathan now wanted to please at all times, whether it was the bedroom or the gym. He would only do whatever other people wanted him to do, but thankfully he was also hardwired with knowing people wanted him to a himbo jock slut regardless of what anyone else thought. He had a strong desire to get fucked and suck cock now, and it turned him on to obey others.

With that mental change, the transformation of Jonathan Bailey into a submissive himbo jock was complete. The wizard informed Trystan of such as well. Unlike nearly all of the other people who transformed celebrities into their personal desires, Trystan did not want to actually end up with Jonathan. He just loved the idea of a famous actor turning into a brain-dead himbo submissive to those around him.

Unfortunately for Jonathan, these changes were permanent, or at the very least, extremely difficult to change. He was soon called on set for a very short scene that needed to be reshot. Everyone was shocked when he showed up in clothes that looked like they were about to burst when they had been fitted for him and with platinum blonde hair instead of Fiyero's hair color. "Like, I'm not sure if I, like, remember all of my lines, director guy, teeheehee!" Jonathan giggled as he looked around the opulent set.

Thankfully, they could work around Jonathan's himbo transformation, but the actor could now no longer book any roles, at least not substantial ones like Bridgerton or Wicked. Instead, if he was in front of a camera, it was nude or nearly nude, or he was playing what many people thought was a caricature of a dumb dude. If only they knew the truth about what had happened to him!

#jonathan bailey #himbo #himbo tf #himbo transformation #male tf #male transformation #himbofication #himboification #himboi #himbro #bimbro #wizard #spell #jock tf #jock transformation

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cinaedefuri2 · 1 month

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Could you make a story with Theo Raeken trapping Stiles as his mirror reflection and enjoying tormenting him with sex. Like putting big dildos in his ass without lube or even transforming himself into werewolf and Stiles feeling his bones crack and body change, which is an alien feeling for him since he's always been human.

It's a highly inventive idea, but ultimately not for me.

-C.F.

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cinaedefuri2 · 1 month

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Hi, I really like stories of chubby chasers.

I would like to imagine myself as a good-looking, muscular American college sport athlete who also enjoys a luxurious lifestyle. He receives a lot of attention from girls. Nevertheless he is obsessed with an overweight Asian guy. The college student will serve the overweight guy in many weight (sucking, licking foot, driving the chubby guy around in his sports car, etc.). But the college student only wants to this things in secret, but the Asian guy wants to push his limits.

Thanks

I'm not a huge fan of chubby chasers myself and I'm also not a fan of overweight fetishization.

-C.F.

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Could you make a story where Bruce Wayne/Batman becomes a blonde himbo?

Bruce wasn't too keen on the new arboretum that had opened up seemingly overnight. It had Poison Ivy written all over it, but unfortunately, none of her tell-tale signs were there. He decided to go undercover as Bruce Wayne and check out the arboretum and see if he could find anything amiss. He did decide to go along, as to not arouse any suspicion by bringing a young adult with him on what was supposed to be mostly a business trip.

Bruce soon arrived at the arboretum and was let inside. The staff at the front seemed to be there of their own volition, and there were no signs of Poison Ivy's involvement thus far. The Batman did have to listen to a spiel before he was allowed to roam around fully, though. It was mostly about plants Bruce had heard of before, but one specifically caught his attention. He didn't recognize the name of the plant, and he was surprised it was even allowed to be grown in the arboretum when the worker said that its pollen was highly addicting and life-changing.

Naturally, Bruce went straight for this flower he didn't know anything about, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted. Yes, it was true that she was the one behind this arboretum, but did everything in her power to not make it appear that way. She had wanted Batman to investigate and fall for her trap, but it was actually easier to ensnare Bruce Wayne. Pamela had heard the rumors in the criminal underground that the billionaire and Batman were one and the same. Even if that weren't true, her plan would still affect a multi-billionaire quite harshly.

Bruce arrived at the flower, which outwardly looked quite innocuous. Once he made sure no one was around and was looking at him, he leaned in closer and decided to yank it out of the soil. He normally wouldn't have done such a thing, but it was a matter of public safety. However, before it could be yanked out, Poison Ivy activated a release mechanism and what Bruce assumed to be pollen was sprayed all over his face. Even Batman couldn't help but accidentally breathe some of the "pollen" in, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted, especially if Bruce and Batman were the same person.

After being sprayed with the pollen, Bruce quickly made his way back to the Batcave, where he could run some tests on the pollen that was indiscriminately sprayed on him. Both Alfred and Damien were in the Batcave when the Caped Crusader arrived.

"How was the trip to the arboretum, Master Bruce?"

"Yeah, dad, are we gonna fight Poison Ivy any time soon?"

"I was sprayed with some sort of pollen. I need to run some tests to determine what it is."

"I'll get right on that, Master Bruce."

"Fuck, Dad, I really wanted to tussle with Poison Ivy today!" Damien stormed off to his room as Alfred and Bruce began running the tests. Test after test turned out to be inconclusive or negative, and Bruce ran through a litany of plants, including some that weren't even native to Earth. It was well after midnight of the day that Bruce visited the arboretum that he decided to call it a night.

"Thank you, Alfred, you can go to bed now. I've pretty much exhausted all of the flora I can think of. I can run any additional tests that might come up myself."

"As you wish, Master Bruce. And thank you," Alfred muttered under his breath. He was a bit old, after all, and did need his sleep. Bruce ran a few more tests himself using some obscure and extinct flora as well, before finally calling it a night as well. The "pollen" was set to take affect once Bruce went into REM sleep. The Batman woke up the next morning, and within seconds, immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly found the closest mirror and confirmed it.

Bruce Wayne was now a blonde. He quickly made his way to the Batcave and ran a few tests on his hair follicles. It shouldn't have been possible, but he was now somehow a natural blonde. Bruce being Batman, he of course realized that the "pollen" from yesterday had caused this change, but even he wasn't sure how. No pollen, or really any natural substance that he knew of fundamentally changed DNA in such a specific way. Bruce was unfortunately soon called away on a Justice League situation and couldn't run additional tests, lest he let Alfred in on his hair color secret. Thankfully, his cowl completely covered his hair, so there were no questions from Clark, Diana, or the rest of the team as they solved the situation at hand.

One thing Bruce did notice throughout the mission was that his muscles seemed to ache with every passing second. Even someone like Bruce wasn't immune to muscle aches and pains, but it seemingly lasted the entire day. There was nothing Bruce could do about it, and he was surprised that he was still able to function by the end of the mission, considering just how bad it had gotten. Once he was back in the Batcave, he ran some additional tests, not even bothering to figure out the cause of his newly-blonde hair.

The results came back, and they were quite surprising. Bruce had actually gained a fair amount of muscle all over his body over the course of the day. He knew that it wasn't completely impossible to do; the pollen might have had Bane's venom mixed in or some other muscle growth substance involved. He ran even more tests on the pollen, but it all came back inconclusive or negative. So far his symptoms were being blonde and muscle growth, but not even Batman could put two and two together over what was happening to him. He finally went to bed, and fell into REM sleep fairly quickly, causing one of the last changes to take effect.

Bruce woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom to piss. After he did so, he played with his impressive eleven-inch cock for a few minutes and admired his appearance in the mirror. "I'm, like, so fuckin' hot, teeheehee!" It wasn't long before Batman blew his load all over the sink, and he didn't even bother to clean it up before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Master..." Alfred didn't finish his sentence, dropping the food he was holding as he was shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Like, hi, Alfred, teeheehee! What's for, like, breakfast?" Bruce asked, plopping his nude muscular body down at the dining room table.

"Oh, uh, Master Bruce, is everything, um, alright?" Alfred asked, clearly asking a rhetorical question. He pressed a button and Damien soon appeared in the dining room, just as shocked as Alfred was. However, the young crimefighter had an explanation for this.

"Alfred, I think I know just what this might be. I've read some stories about it, erotica really, but I think Bruce was somehow infected by real-life himbo powder!"

"And himbos are the male equivalent of the reductive term 'bimbo', correct?"

"Yeah, and unfortunately Dad has all of the tell-tale signs of being a himbo, especially in the stories I've read. He's a dumb muscular blonde now."

"And what about a cure, Master Damian, if there is one?"

"Uh, I've never read a story where becoming a himbo was cured."

"Like, you look hot, teeheehee!" Bruce said, standing up and feeling up Damien's body, since he was only in his underwear, wanting to answer Alfred's call ASAP. Damien had a surprisingly strong right hook and knocked Bruce out, at least for a couple minutes.

"I feared that might be the case," Alfred said. "Help me get Master Bruce to the Batcave. It's our turn to run some tests." Bruce was able to be brought to the Batcave and securely bound before he woke up. Clark, Diana, and the rest of the Justice League were called in as backup. They all hated seeing Bruce as a himbo, especially his intelligence had precipitously dropped. For someone like Bruce, it didn't drop as far as it would have with an average Joe, but it was still humiliating to see Bruce like this. The whole team worked for two days straight, but in the end, they couldn't come up with anything to reverse the effects of the himbo powder.

Robin and the rest of the Bat-team took over protecting Gotham City, and "Bruce Wayne" was announced to have died in a freak accident. Poison Ivy was quite pleased with that fact, but she didn't connect the dots either when a new male stripper made his debut at one of Gotham's more high-class joints. He liked to tell clients that he was fucking or sucking that he was really Batman, but no one seemed to believe him. Besides, he was probably much better at gyrating on stage and having sex than he was fighting crime!

#batman #bruce wayne #himbo #himbo tf #himbo transformation #himbofication #himboification #himboi #himbro #bimbro #superhero #male tf #male transformation

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Can't remember the exact wording I sent, but I think it was something along the lines of a hunk getting a house cheap, but it turns out it's because it's haunted by the ghost of a mafia boss who wants to possess the guy's body.

"And I have to legally inform you that someone died in this house," said the real estate agent to the hunk standing in front of her. Anthony was emotionless as he took in the news for a couple seconds.

"But that's already factored into the price, right?"

"Yeah," the agent said with a sigh. She had been trying to sell this house for over a year, and Anthony seemed like her best bet.

"Then I'll sign for it later today!" Anthony announced with a smile. This house was a steal, and he was able to afford it thanks to his personal training and OnlyFans income.

"Oh, well, uh, the house is yours then!" the agent replied. "I'll get the paperwork and everything else over to you shortly!" They exchanged contact information and Anthony soon was driving back to his apartment, having already sold that. He was going to crash at a friend's place if this house didn't work out, but he was glad that it did. As both of them were driving away, a voice could be heard coming from the house, but neither of them noticed it.

"He's perfect."

A few days later, all of the paperwork was signed and everything was finalized. Anthony and a couple of his friends helped him to move into his new house. There were many jokes about it being a murder house, but his friends and followers had to admit that it was a steal, especially for the size and amenities it offered as well. Since the house was already partially furnished and Anthony had moved from an apartment to the house, there wasn't much to move and unpack on the first day. His friends soon left and Anthony was left alone in his new house for the first time.

Only he wasn't actually alone. He hadn't pressed for more information about who died in the house, but it was actually a mafia boss who died a couple decades ago in a shootout. Don Arigiano was the top mafia boss in the local area, but he was double-crossed and killed by one of his own. The house had been fully cleaned and all of that, and while local laws dictated that potential buyers needed to be told that someone was murdered in the house, there was nothing paranormal that the previous home buyers thought they needed to do. They were wrong, as the ghost of Don Arigiano haunted the house, and scared off potential buyers of the house who weren't that hot. Anthony was the first buyer in years that Don Arigiano wanted to possess.

As Anthony walked around, continuing to unpack, he felt the room suddenly get colder. "What the fuck!?" he said out loud. He was assured that the heat, water, and so on were going to be on, so he placed the stuff he was carrying down and walked over to the thermostat. Only he never made it to the thermostat. Don Arigiano floated through the air, and during an inhale by Anthony, got sucked inside of him. "What the fuck!?" Anthony screamed once again, as he felt a weird sensation spread throughout his body. Paradoxically, it was like he was loosing control of his body. He felt a coldness spread throughout his body too, but there was seemingly nothing he could do to stop it.

A few seconds later, a very mischievous grin spread across Anthony's face. "I can't believe I'm in the body of such a hunk!" Don Arigiano said. It was still Anthony's voice coming out, but Don Arigiano was in control of everything else. The mafia boss had actually possessed individuals before, so the process of acclimating to a new body was surprisingly smooth. He made his way to the bathroom, the only place right now that had a mirror set up. He had practically memorized Anthony's handsome face by now, so Don Arigiano wanted to see what his new body was like.

He slipped off his shirt and revealed juicy shelf-like pecs that jutted out from his body a fair amount. He felt them up and even played with his new nipples as well, getting them erect and showing off for himself. He then moved on to his impressively chiseled six-pack of abs, which had definitely been hidden by the baggy shirts that Anthony had worn today. "Fuuuuck," moaned Don Arigiano as he felt up his abs, tracing the outlines and flexing them to make them pop more.

He then looked at his arms and realized just how fuckin' massive they were. His biceps were about the size of his head, they were that huge! He flexed in the mirror and did a few bodybuilding poses, really showing off his insane upper body, which was now Don Arigiano's to keep. He then peeled off his pants to reveal some nice muscular legs. What the mafia boss was more intrigued about, though, was Anthony's package. The OnlyFans star wore a jockstrap today, so Don Arigiano admired his plump, juicy, round, and completely shaven bubble butt in the mirror. He even spread his cheeks and got a good glance at his new tight pink hole.

He couldn't wait much longer, though, and pulled down the jockstrap, causing his cock to flop out. One of the reasons he had wanted to be at the top of the mafia was because he had a small cock in his old body. But now that Don Arigiano was in Anthony's body, he was packing some extra heat down there! His flaccid cock reached well past his bulbous balls, and he soon grabbed it and used both hands to stroke it, seeing just how big it was going to get it. Anthony had the total package, pun intended, with an eight-inch cock going past his belly button and one that had a surprising amount of girth to it, considering its size. Don Arigiano then unleashed a massive cumshot into the sink, his body writhing with pleasure as loads of loads of thick and creamy cum spewed from his dick.

Now that Don Arigiano had had his fun playing with Anthony's body, for right now, it was time to get down to business. The mafia boss had thought long and hard about this while he was a ghost and not possessing anybody, and decided it would be better if whomever he possessed didn't try to go into the mafia again. So, the next couple hours or so were spent getting acclimated to his new life, learning what Anthony did for work, if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and so on. Poor Don Arigiano had to look up OnlyFans and figure out what it was, but once he realized what it was, and what a whore he actually was, he was impressed with Anthony. The man played up his best attributes, and Don Arigiano supported that. Personal training was going to be a bit difficult to continue, but a quick look at his bank account showed that OnlyFans was making up the bulk of the monthly income anyways.

And so "Anthony" became an OnlyFans star exclusively, and a surprisingly lucrative one at that. On X and other social media, he added "Top 0.5%" to his profile, and fans loved how interesting his videos were, in addition to being fuckin' hot! And as for what happened to Anthony himself, well, he was stuck in his own body while all of this was going on. Don Arigiano was in control, and there was no fighting back. Anthony didn't hate that the person who was controlling his body and mind had turned him into a porn star, but he very much would have liked to be in control while it happened!

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Sending in a very old prompt

Could you write a story where a cocky and aggressive new musician is about to play his first show but is given a remix of one of his songs to listen to by someone posing as a fan of his. The remix ends up having a hypnotic command for the singer to strip and fuck himself on stage, revealing to all of his fans that the reason he’s cocky and aggressive is to overcompensate for having a tiny dick but now he’s now been hypnotised into loving being humiliated for it?

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Brad Collins was an up-and-coming new musician on the scene. He had one song that was released to local radio, and he quickly gained a number of fans. The song was played at least once every hour, and local venues were fighting with each other to get Brad's first show. Brad finally picked a place, but the venue owners kind of wished that he hadn't picked them.

Brad was a bit cocky. The fame had gone to his head, even though it was only local fame, but that was also just how he acted in his everyday life. He thought he was the man and that everything should be his way or the highway. That was on top of being aggressive. Thankfully, he wasn't physically aggressive, but he was quite pushy, and demanded a rider with several unique items on it. The venue scrambled to get all of those ready or prepared by the concert's date, as despite being cocky and aggressive, they could tell that Brad Collins was going to be the next big thing.

The day of the concert finally rolled around and Brad had to do a meet-and-greet before the concert actually started. Most fans just wanted a picture of him, to have one before he became internationally famous. However, one fan, Matthew, had a bit of an odd request for Brad. He didn't want a picture; he wanted Brad to listen to a remix of his song that he had made.

"Sure, bro, yeah, whatever," Brad said, accepting the thumb drive with the remix on it. He handed it to one of his roadies, a stipulation of the rider, and continued on with the meet-and-greet. Eventually, it ended, and Brad had some time to relax before he was needed on stage. He queued up his playlist to listen to, and was surprised when the first song that played was his own. He was cocky and aggressive but not narcissistic. He realized that the roadie had probably put it on the playlist to appease the fan, and Brad rationalized that since it was a remix, it probably wouldn't hurt to listen to it and see what they had done with it.

Surprisingly, there wasn't much that they had done with it at all, except adding some more backing vocals. They were faint and barely audible, and they seemed to be a loop that did not mesh well with the song. After the remix was over, Brad deleted it from his playlist and continued on to the next song, relaxing until it was time to go on stage. However, the remix had done its job, the effects of which wouldn't be revealed until Brad was actually on stage.

It was a couple hours later when Brad finally graced the venue stage with his presence. Since he only had the one hit song and only a couple others that he had written so far, he started with a cover. Once the cover was over, he then launched into his hit song. He had the microphone on the stand throughout the song, which allowed him to take off his shirt easily, exposing his muscular body to his female, and some male, fans. However, Brad didn't stop there.

He pulled his pants down as well, exposing his boxers. Some musicians admittedly did perform in their underwear, but they usually had shirts on and their pants were sagging, not completely off. There was then an audible gasp from many people as the boxers came off as well. Thankfully, the venue was a bar and it hadn't let anyone under 21 enter. The gasps soon turned to laughter as Brad continued with his song, seemingly oblivious to the fact people were laughing at him.

Those that knew Brad now knew why he acted so cocky and aggressive. It was because of the size of his penis. He had what was medically called a micropenis, a tiny nub of a cock that barely made its way past his balls. Some of the fans there took pictures and videos of the nude performance, but stopped doing so when Brad did something strange, even for him right now. He stopped playing the guitar and let his band play on as he positioned the guitar behind him. He then moaned as it became painfully obvious that he was fucking himself with his guitar on-stage, much to the delight of some fans but to the horror of most.

"Get off the stage, you tiny-dicked pervert!" screamed one of the people in the venue. Unfortunately, the hypnosis in the remix which was causing Brad to act like this also made it so that he got turned on by being humiliated for having a small dick. His dick twitched as he continued to fuck himself and got erect, which admittedly wasn't saying much for someone with a micropenis. The jeers and taunts continued and Brad even began leaking pre-cum on stage. A few fans left and by now the venue owners and staff realized that this was not supposed to be part of the show and shut it down.

Unfortunately for Brad, his reputation never came back from that, especially once the hypnosis cleared and he received the videos and pictures from that night. He vowed never to perform again and changed career paths, not even listening to music on the ride to work anymore.

(A/N: I don't think you can see the date when the ask was submitted, but this was way back in late 2022! Thanks for waiting so long and I hope you enjoy this story!)

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Toying with Daddy

I was packing my bag for the vacation I was going to take with my dad soon. It’s just him and me, Mom having died in a freak accident years ago. We’ve both gotten over it by now, and we usually go on an annual vacation to someplace tropical. In addition to packing my bathing suits and underwear that I would probably never wear, I also packed a fleshlight. It was a recent style, made from Malik Delgaty’s ass. I’ll admit, I’m a horny motherfucker, and can barely go a day without jacking off. I was old enough that Dad didn’t need to check my suitcase or anything, so I was able to bring it with me without anyone suspecting a thing, although there was a slight scare at the airport.

Thankfully, Dad still didn’t know that I brought a sex toy with me to Aruba. We soon settled in our hotel room and once we were unpacked, Dad changed into his bathing suit. He was fully clothed still, which was a shame. There’s no denying that my dad is a certified DILF. He works out every day and has some permanent stubble that just makes him so sexy! Quite a few times I’ve jerked off have been to my dad, imagining him naked and having sex with me. He knocked on my bedroom door for the next week and peeked his head in. I was fully clothed as well, but wasn’t going to go to the beach or pool yet.

“Hey, James, just wanted to let you know that I’ll be at the beach for a little bit. You’re welcome to join.”

“Thanks, Dad. I might take you up on that offer!” Once I was sure that Dad was out of the hotel room, I went back to my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. I was so horny, not able to jack off this morning or on the plane, so this was the first opportunity I had. I took out the fleshlight from the hiding place in the back of one of the drawers and spit on my cock a few times for lube. I then moaned pretty loudly as Malik’s tight asshole was pushed down on my cock. I soon got into a rhythm, thrusting the fleshlight up and down and moaning as I fucked the piece of plastic. I was moaning pretty loud, which meant I didn’t hear the door unlock.

“Just forgot the sunscreen!” I heard his voice call out, followed by a moan from me. I couldn’t get rid of the evidence fast enough, and Dad looked at me, since I stupidly left the bedroom door wide open. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Uh, Dad, why the fuck are you still looking at me?” I asked as I dropped the fleshlight to the ground and tried to hide under the covers.

“Well, James, you’re old enough to hear this now, and since you’re already naked, it’s probably the best time to tell you. The reason we go on all of these tropical vacations is because I like looking at your shirtless body. I’ve had a crush on you for a few years now, James, but I never wanted to act on it because I didn’t know how you felt about incest. I still don��t know your feelings, but considering just how horny you are, I might get lucky.”

I cleared my throat before responding. “Well, um, Dad, this might come as a shock to you, but I’ve been into you for as long as I could remember. Not today, but many other times, I imagined what it would feel like to suck on your cock or get fucked by you.” He then blushed.

“Wow, I didn’t think my son would actually feel the same way about me.”

“So, uh, do you wanna make our fantasies a reality then?” I asked, taking off the covers and revealing my erect and throbbing cock. Dad didn’t respond with words, but instead walked over and kissed me on the lips, much more passionately than he had ever done before, and began to take his own clothes off. I got to admire and even touch his muscular body and as he took off his pants and underwear, I got to see my dad’s cock for the first time. It was clear now that big cocks ran in the family, since Dad had been packing down there.

Without saying anything, Dad moved his kisses slowly down my body, eventually making his way up my shaft until his lips were around my cockhead. I should point out here that I knew my dad was bisexual, as he had come out a few years ago. He had brought men over before and they stayed the night, so I hoped that he at least knew what he was doing. I watched and was a bit shocked as Dad took more and more of my cock down his throat until his stubble nestled against my freshly-shaven pubic hair. He held his position there for a few seconds before needing to breathe again, licking my shaft as best as he could on the way up.

“Fuuuuuuck,” was all I could muster as Dad was now giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. In addition to knowing just how to pleasure my cock, he also paid attention to some of my erogenous zones, lightly rubbing my nipples and playing with my balls as well. He also was a bit of a verbal cocksucker, saying some sexy things as he was playing with other parts of my body or licking my shaft.

“You like this, son, don’t you, boy? You like Daddy’s mouth on your cock, isn’t that right? You like Daddy feeling you up and playing with you? Tell me you like it, son, tell me you like when Daddy plays with your cock.”

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy, I love it when you play with my cock!” I screamed out. I was in heaven, my wildest fantasies finally becoming a reality. Dad continued to suck my cock for a few more minutes as I leaked a good amount of pre-cum from my dick. Eventually, he stopped sucking and got on the bed himself, laying on his back.

“Now it’s my turn,” he ordered, and I was more than happy to oblige. Having Dad suck me off was one thing, but sucking Dad off was somehow even hotter! Of course, he was already rock hard and I began by licking his shaft a couple times before finally putting his cock in my mouth. Two could play at the deepthroat game, and I showed off my impressive skills as well, holding his cock in my mouth for quite a few seconds before finally coming up for air. I also played with some of his erogenous zones, Dad having some big nipples and big balls as well. Everything about him was big, and I was in love. Now that he wasn’t sucking on my cock, he could be much more verbal than he was before.

“Yeah, I can see you fuckin’ love sucking on my cock, son. Choke on Daddy’s dick, boy. Taste your daddy’s cock. I bet it tastes so fuckin’ good, isn’t that right, boy? You love playing with Daddy’s body, right, son? You love feeling his big muscles and playing with his big balls? I know you do, boy, I know that you’re Daddy’s fuckin’ little bitch boy. You can’t get enough of your daddy, isn’t that right, son? You want more and more of your daddy, boy.” I’ll admit, that was turning me on even more and making me leak a good amount of pre-cum from my dick. We were definitely gonna tip the cleaning staff a good amount.

Eventually, Dad pushed my head off of his cock and then left the room surprisingly. My boner still hadn’t subsided when he returned, carrying a box of condoms and some lube in an airplane-safe container. “We’re probably gonna need more lube, boy, but at least we can buy that here.”

“Do you bring those with you whenever we travel?”

“Uh, yeah,” Dad replied a bit sheepishly. “But who’s gonna get fucked first? I’ve dreamed of fucking my son’s tight ass for years.”

“And I’ve dreamed of fucking my dad a few times as well,” I countered. In the end, we actually decided with Roshambo, and I was the lucky one who got to fuck Dad first. He hopped back on the bed but this time on his stomach. He spread his cheeks wide and exposed his tight pink asshole to me. Like me, he shaved back there as well, and while I knew I wasn’t the first man to eat him out, it was still fuckin’ hot knowing that I was eating my own fuckin’ father out! My tongue licked in and around his hole, getting it all nice and wet and ready for my cock. I was able to go inside his hole a fair amount and both of us were leaking a good amount of pre-cum as I grabbed the condom and placed it on my dick.

I then lubed up, using about half the bottle or so we had right now, and lined up my cock with Dad’s hole. As I had hoped it would be, it was a bit tight, but one strong push and I was finally inside of my dad. “Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned this time, as I pushed deeper and deeper inside of him. His hole was loose enough that I was able to get all the way to the base of my cock, not on my initial thrust, though. Once I had thrusted my cock inside of Dad a few times, I soon got into a rhythm, making the bed quake from just how strongly I was fucking him.

We fucked in a few different positions, including some where I could feel up his muscles. He was still verbal while he was the bottom, which only served to turn me on even more. “Yeah, you fuckin’ love pounding Daddy’s tight pink hole, isn’t that right, boy? You love feeling your cock inside of your old man? Yeah you do, son, you love that feeling. I bet you fuckin’ love it too when he talks down and dirty to ya, calling you ‘son’ and ‘boy’. That shit turns you on, isn’t it right, boy? You’re Daddy’s boy and he loves it when you fuck his brains out, son.” I was dangerously close to cumming inside Dad but I was able to pull out in time. After my cock had calmed down a little bit, then we swapped positions.

It was my turn to get my ass eaten out, and I’ll admit, the feeling of my dad’s stubble back there was a bit weird, but also so fuckin’ hot! I definitely had a looser hole than my dad did, but not by too much, so he was able to get his tongue in there and lube it up nicely. “Yeah, my son tastes so fuckin’ good,” he said as he put on his condom and used up the rest of the lube. He then lined up his impressive cock with my hole and with his first thrust, he made his way inside of me.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I moaned again, as I felt my dad inside of me for the very first time. It didn’t take long at all for him to go balls-deep, which felt even better. He soon got into a rhythm as well, but he fucked a bit more carnally than I did, making the bed quake even more, enough that I thought it might collapse from all the fucking we were doing. We also fucked in several different positions, some the same but a couple different, and once again, he was quite the verbal motherfucker as he continued to pound my hole.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ love this, son, don’t ya, getting pounded by your daddy? You fuckin’ love having Daddy’s dick inside of you, isn’t that right, boy? You love it as he pounds your loose sloppy asshole and his balls slap against your ass, isn’t that right, son? Tell me you’re a slut for Daddy’s cock, boy, tell me!”

“I’m a slut for Daddy’s cock!” I screamed out. I wondered what the people in the rooms around us thought was happening. We fucked for a few minutes longer until Dad was finally ready to cum.

“I want you to swallow my cum, James,” he said, and we quickly got into position, my mouth around my dad’s cock again and sucking him off. This time, he didn’t hold back on cumming down my throat, and I swallowed every last drop of his thick and creamy seed. Being the gentleman that he was, we swapped positions and he sucked me off again as well, as I blew my load down his throat. Once every last drop had dribbled out of my cock and Dad had swallowed it all, he stood up and looked at me with lust in his eyes. “Fuck, James, that was even better than I was expecting!”

“I know, Dad, I know.” He leaned down and kissed me passionately again, but we didn’t go for a round two, at least not right now. That was later that night, and we enjoyed both our tropical locale and each other for the rest of the vacation. Back home, we continued to fuck and even brought in some of our boyfriends and fuck buddies into the fray. Some were admittedly weirded out by the whole incest angle, but quite a lot of guys were turned on by seeing a real-life dad and son fuck. Some of them even said we should create an OnlyFans account together! That’s what I’m gonna talk to Dad about tonight.

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Power Bottom Pill

Chad and Derek were pumped when they learned how they could earn credits for their science courses. Instead of attending a class and needing to pass it, they just needed to take part in an experiment! The two cocky football players signed up for the easiest experiment. All they needed to do was take some pills, and since they didn’t know what they were for or what they would do, it was even better! Chad and Derek could continue fucking any girl they wanted and work out in the weight room to get even bigger.

The two jock bros did have second thoughts when they arrived at the lab to grab their pills at the start of the semester. There was a student in charge of the program, a greasy and oily man with a whole bunch of acne still and a constant resting creep face. “Hello, Chad. Hello, Derek. Thank you for joining my experiment! Take one pill each day at the same time; it doesn’t matter when, and you can eat or drink with it if you want. You will report back here each week for progress reports.”

“Who else is in the experiment?” Chad asked.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”

“Don’t fuck this up for us, brah!” Derek said, as he grabbed the pill bottle and exited the lab, along with Chad. In fact, the two jock bros were the only ones taking part in the experiment. Gary’s reputation preceded him and no one wanted to work with him, especially when he started to delve deeper into changing specific attributes about human males. The college would have asked him to leave, but he was paying his tuition in full without the need for a loan, and his experiments, albeit quite shady, did make a good amount of money for the college as well, at least the ones that weren’t too fucked up.

These pills were going to turn Chad and Derek into gay power bottoms. Gary was gay, of course, and lusted over guys he knew that he could never had. These power bottom pills would be making his dreams into a reality, but unfortunately, it would take most of the semester for the changes to happen. As such, none of the three men noticed any changes when coming in for the first progress report. Chad and Derek had been dutifully taking a pill each day, knowing that if they faked it, they might be forced to take an actual science course.

It was in the middle of next week that Chad noticed the first changes, although he wasn’t going to admit it. It happened while he was having sex with Gracie, one of the hottest cheerleaders on campus. She was also known for being kinky, so once she and Chad finished making out while nude, she reached to the ground and grabbed a strap-on. “Have you ever been fucked up the ass before, Chad?”

“No, but I’d love to try it with you!” Chad replied. However, inside his mind, he knew that what he was saying was fucked up. Gracie was smoking hot and all, but he didn’t want a cock up his ass, even a fake one attached to a hot chick. Of course, Chad couldn’t back out now, and so Gracie did end up fucking him up the ass before allowing Chad to fuck her in the ass as well. After the two had finished, Gracie went back to her dorm room to prepare for a meet tomorrow. Chad texted Derek what he had just done. “Brah, ever got fucked by a chick before? So fuckin’ hot, dude!”

“Really, brah?”

“Yeah, dude, it’s not as bad as ya think!” So, as a result, Derek also got fucked up the ass by the next chick he dated that owned a strap-on. Neither man really saw that as a change being caused by the pills, and so they didn’t mention it when meeting up with Gary the next week. Gary, of course, couldn’t test to see how loose their holes were without revealing a crucial part of the experiment, but he hoped that if everything was going to plan, the two jock bros would have been fucked up the ass at least once by now.

The next week, there were still no outward changes or anything, but both Chad and Derek seemed to secretly love getting fucked by some hot chicks. Gracie fucked both Chad and Derek, but not at the same time, of course, and the two jock bros spent about half their time having sex with a dick in their asshole instead of their dick in a chick’s asshole. Once again, neither of them mentioned it during the check-in with Gary, but the creepy scientist had a very astute eye and noticed that Chad and Derek walked with a specific gait in their step now. That meant that both of them had taken a big shit recently, or that they were getting fucked up the ass still, just like he had wanted.

It was in week four of the program when the jock bros began to notice some physical changes. They were small at first, like the mental changes had been. Chad noticed that his ass seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. He did work out his glutes, as chicks loved seeing his tight football pants hug his ass, but he didn’t work out his glutes as often as his other muscles. Neither did Derek, and yet both of them were well on track to getting bubble butts. The jock bros didn’t mind, knowing that it would just make them look even hotter, although some of the chicks they got fucked by did mention something about their ass and how fuckable it was starting to look.

This week, Chad and Derek got fucked more than they did the actual fucking. At this time, they rationalized what they were doing by knowing that it was a chick with a dick, and not a dude with a dick fucking them. And besides, their g-spots were in their asses anyways, so why not fuckin’ experience it and enjoy it too! During the check-in that week, Gary noticed that their asses were getting bigger, but didn’t say anything. It was during the next week that were some more mental changes, one that shocked the two jock bros.

Derek had pulled up Pornhub one night that week, after his date for the evening flaked on him. He soon found a video to watch, of a hot stepsister and stepbrother fucking. However, the video started with the stepsister spying on her stepbrother, and she was wearing loose clothing. The stepbrother was naturally naked, though, and it wasn’t long before Derek came. When he realized what was on the screen, he dropped his phone in horror. He soon picked it back up and called Chad right away.

“Yo, wassup, brah?”

“Chad, brah, I think something’s wrong with me! I was watching some porn, and uh, I, uh, I came when there was just a naked dude on the screen.”

“Shit, Der, we can’t help when we cum! At least the chick was hot, right?”

“Yeah, her face was nice, but she was wearing frumpy clothing, brah! I couldn’t even see her breasts!”

“Oh, oh wow, Derek. So, are you, uh…”

“No, I’m not fuckin’ gay, Chad! That’s why I called ya up, brah! I wanna get to the bottom of this.”

“Shit, man, I don’t know. Maybe you were just fuckin’ horny?”

“Yeah, brah, that makes sense. Thanks, Chad.”

“No problem, dude.” Of course, the sexuality shift was due to the power bottom pills, and later that week, Chad experienced the same thing that his bro was feeling. He was in the locker room after practice, surrounded by a whole bunch of nude and sweaty guys. For the past couple of years, Chad barely reacted to seeing another man’s dick in the locker room. But now he was noticing how big his teammates were, in more ways than one, and he found himself chubbing up a little bit. Thankfully, he could play it off by telling the guys that he was thinking of a chick, and jerking off in the showers like some of the guys did, but he knew something was off about him. He brought it up with Gary at the next check-in.

“These pills aren’t making us fuckin’ gay, right, Gary?”

“Once again, Chad, I am not at liberty to discuss what the pills contain and what they will do to you. However, I can assure you that no drug will change your sexuality. Many studies have shown sexuality is fluid, and they do say college is the time to experiment.”

“Yeah, Chad, I told you it wasn’t the fuckin’ pills!” Derek added. The two jock bros had gotten their science credits on their transcript already, so they weren’t pulling out of the experiment now. Chad was the one to notice some changes next, when he was setting up a date for Friday night. This chick was into pegging, practically a requisite for him now, but she also had a boyfriend, apparently. The two of them loved having threesomes with willing guys, and Chad agreed, having taken part in a few threesomes before. However, all of those threesomes were the guys taking turns with the chick and getting turned on by watching sex play out in front of them. This time, the other guy leaned in for a kiss while stark naked, clearly turned on by Chad as well.

“Oh, fuck, I’m not actually fuckin’ gay, dude!”

“Me neither. I’m bi, duh!” he responded, and continued to lean in and put his lips against Chad’s. To the jock’s surprise, he didn’t pull away. He had kissed other dudes on a dare before, or during spin the bottle, but never during sex. He pulled away shortly, but his red cheeks revealed that he actually liked it. The threesome was actually pretty hot, and even though Chad didn’t suck another dude off, he did get fucked by one! He didn’t want to tell Derek what he had just done after the couple, scared at what it all really meant. A couple days later, Derek texted him about a threesome he was a part of, and how he had even sucked his first cock. At the next check-in, both men were blushing when they rattled off their sex partners for the week, like they had been doing, and Gary heard two distinctly masculine names.

“I told you guys college is for experimenting! Now that we’re halfway through the semester, you will need to take two pills at a time. Don’t worry, doubling the dosage is perfectly safe.” Gary naturally wanted the process to accelerate, making sure Chad and Derek would be completely gay power bottoms by the end of the semester. The dumb jock bros went along with it, of course, and during the course of the next week, participated in a few more threesomes and had sex with other guys as well, Chad sucking on his first cock as well.

However, it was Derek who wanted to try out having sex with just another guy. He downloaded Grindr and made sure his sound was off, so that no one could hear the distinct Grindr tone. He made his name “DL Jock” and posted a few pictures of his muscled and sweaty torso. Naturally, he got a good number of responses in just a few minutes’ time, and it wasn’t long before he was going to meet up with a dude on campus. Derek had seen him around campus a few times before, and would have never pegged him for gay. He was actually a pretty good sexual partner for Derek’s first time with a guy one-on-one, and he found himself swallowing another man’s cum for the first time in his life.

Chad didn’t experience that shift in his sexuality until after the next check-in, but he too found himself downloading Grindr and meeting up with a different gay student and getting fucked by up and swallowing his load. Over the course of the week, the two jock bros slowly shifted from having MMF threesomes to having sex with just guys. There were some more physical changes that they noticed this week. The guys they were having sex with always commented on their bubble butts. Both Chad and Derek hadn’t been working on their glutes more often since they had started taking the pills, and yet their asses now looked like shelves. They still weren’t that smart enough to connect the dots and continued taking the pills.

Gary barely batted an eye when they listed their sexual partners for the week, and there were only a couple of female names on it. Chad and Derek also told Gary that they were usually bottoming for these guys, but they did still occasionally top. The creepy scientist knew that the changes were almost complete, and that a double dose this week would only seal the deal. He sent them away, and the two jock bros continued to have a lot of sex and bottom for guys while also acting like bros for a little bit.

It wasn’t long before their countenances changed, though, and Chad and Derek almost completed their transformations as power bottoms. Gary would be helping out with that when they arrived for the next check-in, but he didn’t need to put in as much effort as he thought he would. The two jock bros were wearing crop tops that had “Power Bottom” on the back in the same font the Powerpuff Girls used. They were also wearing short shorts, and it was clear that both of them were wearing colorful thongs. “Gary, I think we, like, know what the pills did to us,” Chad stated.

“Yeah, brah, they turned us into gay power bottoms, teeheehee!”

“But, like, brah, we’re not mad at ya! We actually like being, like, gay power bottoms, teeheehee!”

“And, like, we find you pretty hot, brah!”

“Just like I knew you would. You dumb jocks fell for my plan hook, line, and sinker, and now you’re my gay power bottoms, right?”

“Like, yeah, Gary!” they both responded. Since the changes did happen gradually throughout the semester, it didn’t come as much of a shock to anyone that Chad and Derek were in a polyamorous gay relationship. However, they were a bit shocked that it was with Gary. Gary was actually a classic example of a “butterface,” meaning that everything except his face was smoking hot. He had a massive dick hiding in those pants that Chad and Derek loved to feel inside of them, and he was actually leanly muscular as well. Of course Gary couldn’t sell those power bottom pills to a company like Pfizer or Moderna, but there was surprisingly high demand for them on the dark web, and Chad and Derek provided an excellent case study as more and more jocks were turned into gay power bottoms.

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Cock-Cola

“Mom, Dad, I need to do this,” Kimo said to them, before tearfully hugging for the last time. Kimo had signed up to work for the Cock-Cola Company. That company had no relation to the beverage brand, but they both did make drinks. Kimo got in his car and drove to the only hotel in town, where a representative from the company would be meeting him. He checked in and made his way to the room. Once he opened the door, the man was waiting for him. He was dressed in a nice fitted suit, and smiled at Kimo.

“If you would,” he said, and Kimo knew what he needed to do. He had already sent nude pictures to the company, but a representative needed to check him out in-person and make sure he was up to the Cock-Cola standards. Kimo had been nude around other men before, but that was always in a locker room or changing area. This was different, and Kimo covered his cock for as long as he could. The man wanted to measure his biceps first, and so Kimo was forced to reveal his cock.

His hands then had to stay by his side as the man continued on with measuring and the visual inspection. Kimo seemed to pass with flying colors, but there was one final part of the exam. The man grabbed Kimo’s cock, and he winced. No other man had touched his cock before, and honestly, very few women had either. The man took some perverted pleasure out of stroking Kimo’s cock sensually until it was finally rock hard. The length and girth were then measured, and the man looked over all the data he had collected. Kimo was forced to remain nude the entire time.

“You are a good fit for the company, Kimo. Please, come with us, and get dressed first.” Kimo couldn’t get dressed fast enough, and then he followed the man to his car. Kimo hopped in on the passenger side, and the man drove the newest Cock-Cola employee to the airport. A small private plane had already been chartered for both of them, and Kimo flew away from his town for the first time, in preparation for his new job. They touched down a few hours later at the Cock-Cola headquarters.

The man stayed on the plane as it went to pick up another potential employee. Kimo was led to one of the buildings, and into a small exam room of sorts. He was told to wait there for further instructions. He twiddled his thumbs until a doctor dressed in a lab cab entered. “Ah, let’s see, you must be Kimo. Pacific Islander, I presume?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimo replied. He was proud of his heritage, but what the man said next was partially the reason why he had accepted this job in the first place.

“Demand for Pacific Islanders and other races is so high. That’s why they pay you the big bucks, because they can charge a fuckton of money for your seed. Now, drop your trousers, please.” Kimo looked at the doctor funny, until he added, “Pants. Please take your pants and underwear off.” Kimo did just that, stripping around another male stranger in just a few hours. He watched as the doctor prepared some kind of solution, and then injected it directly into both of his balls. It honestly didn’t hurt as bad as Kimo thought it would. They were definitely sore, but it was a very manageable pain.

“What did you just inject into my balls?” Kimo asked, as he pulled up his pants and underwear.

“Oh, it’s kinda like Viagra. It causes sperm production to increase in your testes hundredfold. Us scientists have figured out that that is the optimal amount to give a man, so that the company doesn’t need to spend that much time and effort refilling their supplies. Now, if you would follow me, so we can work on your distribution.” Kimo followed the doctor down a number of hallways. They eventually stopped in front of another door, and only Kimo walked through it.

This room looked like a records room, filled to the brim with stacks of paper. There was a man at the desk in the middle of the room, using a shiny new laptop. Kimo almost didn’t see him, though, as some of the stacks were blocking his vision. “Name?” asked the man, gruffly.

“Kimo.”

“Huh, let’s see, Kimo, I don’t see your name on the list.”

“I’m, um, Pacific Islander, sir,” Kimo added, noting what the many sheets of paper around him said.

“Oh, that explains a lot! And here you are, the only name on the list! That means you’re definitely going to be in high demand. Hmm, let’s see where we can put you in. Oh, I’ve found the place! Walk down the hall and enter the third room on your right and tell them you’re going to Boston, Massachusetts.”

“Yes, sir,” Kimo said, as he left the room. He made his way down the hall, entered the room, and got a ticket on the next flight to Boston. This one was through the local airport, so Kimo would be flying with a bunch of people who didn’t know he worked for Cock-Cola. Once he landed in Boston, he was picked up by another employee of the company. She brought Kimo to the local branch of the company, where he was finally going to be put into one of the Cock-Cola machines.

“Strip completely naked,” said one of the employees, in a very dry monotone. It was clear that he had done this too many times to count now, and it had lost all of its thrill. Kimo stripped, still not feeling that confident around other men with his nude body. “And now step into the device.” Kimo did just that, most of his legs not visible as the machine tightened around his legs about halfway up his quads. He was then forced to raise his hands as they got locked into another device. It showed off Kimo’s killer biceps, but not much else.

Finally, Kimo’s head was locked into a similar device as was his triceps and lower arms. However, this part of the machine was hooked up to a device that slowly fed Kimo a drip of essential nutrients and water. That allowed him to stay in the machine at all times. Once he was locked into the machine, he had to wait there until the two other men showed up. It was pitch black all around from Kimo’s POV, so he couldn’t tell who joined him in the device. As it turned out, there was a Caucasian dude and a Black man, both with comparable builds to Kimo.

Their Cock-Cola machine was then loaded onto a truck and brought to Faneuil Hall Marketplace. The machine was installed inside an inside location that was solely for adults; ID had to be presented before you could enter. Of course, Kimo couldn’t see where he was and what was happening, but he knew when it was his turn to get milked. It usually came with a swivel of the machine as he was set to face forward. Next up was the device around his cock being activated. It was a tube with an opening on the end, and attached to the tube were some electrical wires.

The amount they shocked Kimo and the other two men with was perfectly harmless, but it was enough for their cocks to spit out a good amount of cum every time. The cups that they filled weren’t normally that big, but thanks to their injections, they could fill up more than one water jug with their cum if need be before they needed a refill. And since they weren’t getting hard to produce cum, they had no refractory period. They could be serving cum non-stop if they wanted to, and some days, they did!

For Kimo and the others, the days dragged on yet also quickly all blended together. Kimo slept whenever he felt like it, waking up whenever he was milked by the machine. He didn’t know how long it was until his balls were out of cum, but soon learned that even that wasn’t a welcome respite from what was happening to him. His balls weren’t in the tube, so one of the scientists just needed to come and take down the protective barrier around the men and inject the substance into their balls.

There were a number of different payment options Kimo could have chosen from. One of them was a set goal, which if he passed it, he would be allowed to leave the company. The other options were time- and money-based. Kimo wanted to help out his family as much as he could, so he signed up for the time-based option. The site said that that would make him the most money in the long run, although it was the most emotionally and physically, to an extent, draining. And since Kimo had a specific niche in Cock-Cola, he didn’t stay in Boston for long.

Caucasians were a dime a dozen in the Cock-Cola ranks, and Blacks and Latinos had high enough numbers that they could normally stay in their local area. But for Kimo and the few other Pacific Islanders in the entirety of Cock-Cola’s system, they were usually sent to where there was demand for them. That meant Kimo and the others were constantly milked, the drinkers of Cock-Cola loving these “exotic” flavors. Kimo’s balls had been injected with the solution more times than he could count, and he was transferred all over the United States, and even to a few places in Europe as well.

He especially hated his time in Europe. The people seemed pretty nice, but since there were even more lax laws about public nudity there, Cock-Cola didn’t need to cover up Kimo’s head and arms anymore. Because of this, he was allowed to leave the display to eat, drink, and do a couple other things, but these people saw exactly who was giving them the cum they were going to drink. Eventually, Kimo’s tenure at the company came to an end. He returned back to the headquarters, where he got to look at how much he had made the company.

It was over ten million dollars, and that was after Cock-Cola had taken out expenses and other costs! He was ecstatic, and helped his family back home soon after he came back, along with all of the families on the island. Soon after he returned, though, Kimo found out about a side effect from milking constantly that Cock-Cola didn’t even know about. Playing with his dick was no longer pleasurable. Masturbating, blowjobs from chicks, fucking a chick, and even blowjobs and fucking with other men didn’t make Kimo feel anything anymore.

It wasn’t like he had become sterile and could no longer cum, but now it was just a rote experience for him, like going to the bathroom. He did contact Cock-Cola, but they were no help. The contract he had signed said they weren’t liable for any injuries or anything else that happened as a result of his employment with the company. Although it was a bit weird, Kimo eventually learned to live with no pleasurable feelings in his cock anymore, and he had a long and successful life with children of his own. He made sure none of them worked for Cock-Cola, but if he had to work for the company again for whatever reason, he would have done so in a heartbeat.

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Daddy Day Care

Harvey couldn’t believe it. With his son doing an after-school sport now, he had the house all to himself for at least eight hours everyday. His daughter spent even more time at sports after school, and his wife worked all day. Theresa was one of the partners at the best law firm in the state, and it was Harvey who had become a stay-at-home dad after Kennedy was born and it was time for Theresa to go back into the workforce. Harvey needed to find a way to keep himself entertained for that long of a time.

Every day, he could find something to do around the house, and he did watch a couple hours of soaps. However, he wasn’t really a movie or TV watcher besides that, but he did like to watch some other stuff: porn. Even in his older middle age, Harvey kept his porn watching a secret from his wife. She didn’t need to know that he jacked off to women with bigger tits than her, and definitely wetter pussies than her.

Harvey had a number of paid accounts on tube sites that Theresa never questioned. But Harvey was a bit insatiable when it came to porn. He never saved or downloaded any of the videos he watched, as he never wanted to watch the same thing twice. It took some time to settle on a porn site he liked, but eventually he found one. It did ask for his address, which Harvey didn’t like to give up. However, the video promo pushed all of his buttons, and he signed up without question.

He liked to jack off in the living room, buck naked. He did it in the morning, as by the time his son Jackson came home, The Young and the Restless was just about ending. He sat in his chair and pulled up his favorite tube site. He spit on his hand a few times before grabbing his meaty cock and began to stroke it. Today, though, Harvey noticed something a little different. The video seemed less clear than usual. He had paid for 4K quality, so he was expecting that.

He would have stopped the video and complained on the website, but the porn was just so fuckin’ hot! This step-son had just hypnotized his very attractive step-mom into becoming his sex slave. He had tried to indulge in both hypnosis and faux-incest kinks with Theresa, but she wasn’t having it. When they did have sex, there usually wasn’t any roleplay involved. Surprisingly, Harvey didn’t cum from watching the video, although he came very close to doing so. He watched until the very end, when another hypnotic spiral showed up.

It was just for five seconds or so, and showed a woman in the throes of orgasm in the middle. That one image pushed over Harvey over the edge, blowing his load all over the carpeted floor. He had gotten very good at getting cum stains out of carpet. After cleaning up, he did a couple things around the house he was putting off, made lunch, and then watched his soaps. The rest of the day was pretty much normal, except that Theresa had an event after work and wouldn’t be home until after midnight. She had those nights every so often, and Harvey took it as an opportunity to watch some more porn in bed, and even cum on the sheets!

He went back to the site he had picked earlier in the day and watched another video with generally the same concept. However, this one involved some anal fucking. Regardless of that, the video also ended the same way, but the spiral lasted a little bit longer, and the woman was pictured just from the waist up. Harvey creamed his sheets, and then fell asleep soon after. Theresa could smell that he jerked off in the bed when she finally crawled in, but she didn’t say a word.

The next day was the same as yesterday, even including the category of porn video! However, the spinning green spiral was on for even longer today, and it was just a picture of some breasts, which were admittedly a bit saggy. Still, Harvey got off to it, but after cleaning up, he went on the internet and did a search. He typed in an address and figured out how long it would take for him to walk there. It was only about ten minutes or so. He closed the tab and then deleted it from his history. Harvey never suspected a thing as he went to go make lunch.

That night, Theresa was home earlier, and since it was a Friday, the kids were off doing stuff at their friend’s house. They even got to indulge in some roleplay this time, and Theresa actually agreed to act hypnotized. Once she saw how hard it made Harvey, she wondered if he actually did have a secret kink for that! The two of them had some really nice sex, some of the best they’d had in ages. The next morning, Theresa had to go into the office, and Harvey didn’t need to pick up the kids until later.

He still got completely naked and jacked off in his chair. It was the same site and the same category of porn. It was the fourth distinct video about this fetish on the site, but Harvey didn’t find it weird at all. He also didn’t find it weird that the ending spiral did not have any pictures in the middle. It was just a pulsating green spiral. Still, it made Harvey cum at the end of it. He once again cleaned up and scrolled through his Facebook for a little bit before picking up Jackson and Kennedy.

Throughout the rest of the day, he had an urge to jack off again. He knew that he was an avid porn watcher, but he wasn’t this addicted to porn. Jackson and Kennedy both noticed something was off, but didn’t really question it. Theresa was also getting home at around the time Harvey went to bed, so he couldn’t watch porn that night either. Sunday was a family day, and Harvey was itching to jack off for the entire day. He busted a quick nut in the bathroom in the middle of the day, but would have loved to do it to a porn video.

Finally, Monday came around, and Harvey could get back on schedule. He was going to do some yard work today, but in the middle of it, he found himself putting down the rake and going inside. He got himself ready to jack off again. He knew that he should have finished his job outside first, but he was just so damn horny! The porn video was a fifth in that very specific fetish, and the ending hypnosis spiral was now twenty-five seconds and had a limp cock in the middle. There were also faint vocals during the spiral. “You are a slutty daddy. You are a slutty daddy.”

Harvey heard them, but didn’t react to them, still blowing his load all over the carpet. He cleaned it up and remembered he had to finish raking. However, that didn’t last too long. Once his refractory period had passed, he was back inside watching even more porn. The ending spiral was now a full thirty seconds, and the picture was of a muscular dude with an impressive erect cock. In addition to the previous phrase, Harvey also heard, “Slutty daddies need to get milked”. The man didn’t question it, even after he came again, the carpet barely clean from the last time.

Harvey had just picked up the rake again when he had a sudden urge to masturbate yet again. He sat down, pulled up yet another video, and began watching it. The thirty-five second video now had a complete picture of a very attractive man ejaculating. There was a third and final phrase added, “Boys need to milk daddy’s cock”. After he ejaculated and the video ended, it didn’t return to the same screen as before. Instead, the green spiral took over the screen.

“You are a slutty daddy. Slutty daddies need to get milked. Boys need to milk daddy’s cock,” it repeated, over and over again, as the spiral continued to spin and flash. As Harvey stared at it mindlessly, his eyes began to glow the same color as the spiral. Soon enough, he was repeating the three phrases out loud. Once he had said them a few times, the spiral disappeared and his eyes returned to normal. He got dressed for the fourth time that day, but instead of going into the backyard, he left through the front door and started walking through the neighborhood.

It took a little longer than ten minutes to walk to the house, as Harvey wasn’t in the best shape of his life. He rang the doorbell and a much younger man answered. He looked to be just a bit older than eighteen, but quite muscular. “Are you here for Daddy Day Care?” he asked. It was a totally random question, but Harvey didn’t even blink.

“Daddy is here for Daddy Day Care,” he responded.

“Great, come on in.” Harvey followed the man through his house and to the basement. Down there, Harvey saw a couple of other dads in the neighborhood, Jackson and Kennedy’s friends’ dads. All of them were hooked up to some kind of device that appeared to be milking their cocks. Each dad also had a teen or young adult by their side, monitoring their collection and sometimes engaging in a couple of fetishes with the dads. “What are you?” the teen asked.

“I am a slutty daddy.”

“And what do slutty daddies need?”

“They need to get milked.”

“And who milks daddy’s cock?”

“Boys milk daddy’s cock.”

“Right. Okay, Harvey, help me get you into position.” Harvey just did as he was told, and helped the teen get him into position. He had learned his boy’s name was Chase, and he was actually the mastermind behind this whole perverted Daddy Day Care thing. He had noticed a lot of hot DILFs in this neighborhood, and he had a secret fantasy about milking their cocks. Along with quite a few of his gay friends, he was able to buy milking devices, hypnotic spirals and tracks, and other gear needed to make his dreams into a reality. And to help offset the cost, they would start selling Daddy Milk shortly.

Harvey enjoyed getting milked by Chase and his friends. He patiently sat there as the machine jerked his cock for it and then collected all of the cum that came out of his cock. Chase didn’t do anything with Harvey, as he had some business stuff to take care of. Harvey didn’t mind, though. He was a slutty daddy, and slutty daddies needed to get milked. Even if his boy Chase wasn’t by his side, he still helped him to hook him up to the device every day. At around seven that day, Chase and the others disconnected the machines from the slutty daddies.

They all got dressed, and made their way back home, with no memory of ever being a slutty daddy and getting their cock milked. However, Theresa’s actions at home were similar to most of the other spouses of slutty daddies. “Harvey, where were you!? I had to go and pick up Jackson from his practice, and poor Kennedy had to wait for me to go to the school and pick her up!”

“Uh, I don’t actually know, honey. I think I went to the hardware store and lost track of time.”

“You think you went there? Harvey, I don’t have time for this. Dinner is on the table, and you’re calling Jackson’s coach to explain what happened.” Harvey did call the coach, although it was a bit hard to explain what happened. The coach was not a “slutty daddy,” so Harvey couldn’t even try that approach. They came to a deal that Harvey and Jackson would be providing orange slices at the next game, even though Jackson had brought them recently.

However, the next day, after both of the kids were picked up by the school bus, Harvey walked over to Chase’s house again. He walked in the back and opened the bulkhead with the code Chase provided him last night. It was all a bit blurry to him, being a slutty daddy and all, but he was actually one of the first today, and his mind felt at ease once he was hooked up to the milking device and it was turned on. He spent the rest of the day there, getting his cock milked and giving Chase and his buddies a lot of seed to sell. Harvey’s cum was already bought by two people, and the rest of the dads had a sizable market going for them already.

It was about twelve hours later that Harvey was finally unhooked and allowed to go back home. It was still a bit of a blur, but he did notice Theresa’s car was not in the driveway. It was just Jackson at home, and he seemed very upset at his dad. “Dad, where were you today? Coach said you would be there with the orange slices! And then you didn’t even come at all, and Greg’s dad needed to drive me home. And Mom’s been trying to call you for hours now!”

“Oh, what happened?”

“Kennedy fell during practice and they think she broke her leg. She’s been calling your cell phone for hours! Why didn’t you bring it with you wherever you were going?”

“Um, I don’t know, Jackson.” Harvey immediately grabbed his phone from the side table and called Theresa. Since she knew she was on the phone, she could swear and Jackson couldn’t hear it.

“I swear to fuckin’ god, Harvey, if you don’t come to this goddamned hospital this fuckin’ instance. Your own fuckin’ daughter is going into fuckin’ surgery, and you were off doing the fuck knows what without your fuckin’ phone. Once Kennedy is out of surgery, we have some talking to do.” Harvey immediately made his way over to the hospital with Jackson in tow. Luckily, Kennedy pulled through just fine, and she would make a full recovery in just a couple months. Unfortunately, with Jackson there, the two of them couldn’t have that conversation. All three of them slept the night at the hospital, and Harvey was the first to wake up the next morning. Instead of checking on his daughter, though, he got in his car and drove to Chase’s house.

Chase was a bit shocked to see Harvey’s car in the driveway, but as the slutty daddy got himself ready to be milked, he realized just how fucking strong the hypnosis was. Theresa was furious when she woke up and Harvey wasn’t there again. She had had enough, and called her office to start the paperwork for a divorce and a restraining order effective immediately. Once Harvey got wind of the news, his hypnotic programming meant he went back to Chase’s place. “I am not a slutty daddy anymore. I am now a full-time slutty daddy.” The wording was definitely a bit weird, but Chase and the bros knew what he meant.

Harvey moved into a room with another slutty dad who had befallen the same fate, and getting milked soon became their full-time job. For most of the day, they were hooked up to a machine until their cock was sucked dry. Over time, Harvey forgot all about his family and his past life. Thanks to some booster hypnotic conditioning monthly, Harvey and the other men soon saw something as nothing but slutty daddies, cum cows needed to be milked every day for the rest of their lives.

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