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Start sniffing and keep sniffing… it’s the only thing you will ever do
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The Wrong Supplement
Every day when I came home, I would find him lying on the couch, his gaze turned to the camera, his body motionless in teasing and seductive poses. Bruno's dream was to be a model; he was of Latino descent and we had met years earlier at community college; at first I had thought he was a nice, reliable guy.
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I needed help paying the rent, especially now that my girlfriend had left me, so I decided I would rent the guest room to him. As the days went by, however, Bruno had turned out to be anything but level-headed: he had started not going to work, preferring to focus on his body and his look, spending his afternoons taking provocative photos of himself, showing off his perfect body. It's just too bad that she didn't have an ounce of salt in her noggin, and she hardly ever paid rent. So every time I returned, I had to put up with his ridiculous poses, the stench of sweat with which he impregnated the living room after the workout, his narcissism and his provocations. All he told me, day after day, was how much of a nerdy loser I was, just because my job was fixing old PCs in a department store and my body was skinny and thin, without the slightest hint of muscle. Every day I thought about how to get rid of him: I had no money to take legal action, I didn't have enough muscle to force him out. All I could do was to ruin him without his knowledge. I decided to look for some experimental supplement, something that would stimulate his appetite without his knowledge and thus compromise the thing he cared about most, his perfect body. It did not take long to find what was right for me on the Internet; it was a powder used to increase appetite in cases of severe emaciation. I ordered it and when it arrived I spent the night mixing it with his supplements, anticipating his downfall. The effect was not instantaneous, but day after day I noticed that something in Bruno was changing. He always spent his afternoons taking pictures of himself on the couch, but I noticed that he often had an empty plate next to him, filled with crumbs, a sign that he was straying from his strict diet in favor of a few extra calories.
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Already after a couple of weeks his body was breaking down; his arms and legs were getting bigger, his hands becoming rounder, as was his face. The abs he cared so much about were slowly disappearing, giving way to a round belly, while his pecs were beginning to become more uniform, with no curved lines to define them. I would occasionally watch him look in the mirror, puzzled, with the air of someone who does not understand where he is going wrong. Who knows, maybe he would get his act together now, be a little less narcissistic, a little more understanding.
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Unfortunately, while his body changed, his attitude remained the same. Although after a month now he was unrecognizable, he continued to take pictures of himself every afternoon, indifferent to the transformation he was undergoing. In fact, he had turned the situation around to his advantage: by now Bruno had become proud of his rotundity, he loved to take pictures and videos of himself while he was chowing down on sandwiches, pizzas, and tacos.
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The couch, previously the site of his adonis snapshots, was now the place where he gave vent to his hunger, supported by an avid online fanbase that liked his body for what it had become. He had even earned enough money to pay his rent and get a chair and a desk, from which he did live shows every night for his fans. I did not understand what could be so interesting about him: fat had now enveloped his every muscle, completely transforming his arms, his legs, his belly. His now round face was wrapped in a thick, dark beard, whereas before it had always been smooth and hairless. On his chest, previously sculptural and clean, a small mass of uncultivated hair made its way between his broad soft pecs. I really did not understand how he could now be more successful than before.
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What I did not notice right away, but began to sense more and more sharply day by day, was his new smell. Before, when I would come home from work, the sour smell of his sweat would permeate the living room and I would rush to open the windows for a change of air. Now, however, Bruno gave off a sweetish, honey-like smell. As if I were an insect caught in an uncontrollable force, every time I came in I would stare at him for a couple of minutes as he posed showing his armpits to the room, proud of his new body. Then he would notice me, and I would embarrassedly leave.
I repeated within myself that nothing was happening, that it was just curiosity, but one day I completely lost track of time and once I stopped watching him strut around on the couch, I realized I had an erection in my underpants. I couldn't get over it, so much so that I didn't leave my room in the evening, totally devastated with embarrassment. At one point, while I was trying not to think about it , Bruno knocked and after a few seconds threw the door wide open.
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His musky smell entered my room like a tidal wave, permeating my nostrils. He was completely sweaty, from head to toe, so much so that he had stained his shorts. I stood petrified, as my penis became irreparably hard. - "Hey, aren't you having dinner tonight?"
As he looked at me with those cocky eyes, I had my mouth wide open, a trickle of saliva slipping down my lips. I could only manage to utter a few syllables, straining to maintain control. - "I..am…not…hun…gry." - "Whatever."
Bruno closed the door with a thud. I was still paralyzed by the sight of his sweaty body. Without my being able to notice, my hand was already in my underwear. I masturbated fiercely and came within seconds, as if I had held back my arousal for too long. As I watched my streams of cum fall to the floor, my horniness dropped dramatically and I just wanted to disappear. Every shred of conviction about my sexuality was crumbling: not only had I masturbated because of a man, which I thought was impossible, but that man was really Bruno, the new, fat Bruno. I went to bed and did not get up until the next day, despite the restless sleep that lasted all night. Fortunately, the next day I would not be working, I thought, as I wondered how I could avoid Bruno for the whole day. When I woke up and walked out of the room with my stomach craving breakfast, I realized it was going to be impossible.
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He was sitting at his new desk, his gaze directed at me from his room through the open door. His musky smell was still magnetic; I couldn't help but look at him. - "Where are you off to? Come here."
I turned, his voice had echoed powerfully in my head, as if it were a command. No longer in control of myself, I rotated as I entered his room, approaching him. Bruno lifted an armpit. - "Smell."
I bent down, without the slightest hesitation. I sank my nose into his already sweaty hairs, breathing in the heady sweet smell they were shedding. I stood there for an indefinite time, the seconds stretching as I could think of nothing but the scent of his armpit. Only at a certain point did his voice resound again in my head, imparting a new order. - "Lick."
Within a second my tongue was passing voraciously over the long wet hairs, collecting every single drop of his sweat. If the smell of Bruno was irresistible, the taste of his armpit was much more so. At that moment, as the sweat drops flowed down my throat, new concepts began to cement themselves in my mind.
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It was now clear that there was no better being in the world than Bruno: he was the most handsome, the most virile, the most masculine. I could do nothing else but be dominated by him, I could only accept to be inferior to him and obey his every command. In fact, it was an honor to be docile, to be obedient, to be his own. At the mere thought of being close to him, I felt a new energy release from my crotch, a sensation that melted my legs, straightened my penis, blurred my vision. There was no more room for a woman in my head; all thoughts of seducing and fucking a girl were erased, I just wanted to be Bruno's, though my mind still did not realize how. As these dictates kept repeating themselves in my mind, I did not notice that I was on my knees on the floor. When I regained consciousness, my tongue was drooling on the ground, now detached from Bruno's armpit. He sat across from me, looking into my eyes. When our gazes met, I felt a rush of joy inside me and, still with my tongue sticking out, I let out a huge smile, accompanied by a half-open, dumbfounded look. - "I discovered your little secret, brat, you know? I'm talking about the powder you put in my supplements."
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I remained still and calm, as if he had said nothing that concerned me. - "By the time I found the origin of this change in me, it was too late. Fortunately, I was able to make this really useful. I like myself even more now, if I can be honest, so maybe I should thank you. Also, I have discovered new things about myself, for example, that I like men. In fact, maybe I should say that I have accepted it, after a lifetime of being repressed. As for you, however…"
He approached me by moving his chair, leaning over to run his thumb over my moist lips. I continued to remain still and happy. - "…You are a hardened straight man, I know. But as you've shown me, there's nothing you can't change. You just have to find the right substance. In fact, you should know that the supplement you made me take also made the hormones produced by my body quite… powerful, you might say. All it took was a few drops in your flask, every day, to fuck up your brain."
He sat back down, spreading his legs and looking at me. I didn't understand anything he was saying, just admiring how manly and majestic he was, in total bliss. - "If it hadn't been for your wicked idea, we would never have been here. You could say you did it all by yourself. But I think we will both be happy with this new cohabitation. From now on, I will no longer be Bruno to you. I will be your papi."
A shiver ran down my spine as I saw him bring his hands closer to his sweaty shorts. - "And you'll be my horny little slut."
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The elastic of his shorts moved downward, revealing part of his massive, hairy thighs. Then, all of a sudden, his cock appeared before my eyes. The smell coming from his crotch was a thousand times more intense and sweet. Surrounded by a thick blanket of hair, his penis stood straight, standing huge between his legs. I did not have time to think that I already had his cock in my mouth. His sweet taste passed over my lips with every movement of my head, while with my eyes closed I enjoyed drooling over his fat 8-inch dong, letting out ecstatic moans of pleasure. My papi was very pleased, I could feel it from his grunts, from the firm grip of his big hand on my head. When he erupted his sweet seed into my mouth, I tried to taste it all, but I could not contain it, pulling away from his dick and gaping as rivulets of cum dripped onto the floor from my lips. I saw him finish and wipe himself off with a napkin. - "Wow, who knew you were such a good bitch."
He had finished wiping himself off, so I walked back over ready to suck his gorgeous cock again. He stopped me, grabbing my hair with his hand and hurting me. He could, though; he was my papi. - "You are such an insatiable slut. Don't worry, your papi is going to make you scream in another way, you're going to enjoy it so much."
I followed him walking on all fours to his bed, where he made me lie down. Then he got on top of me and spread my legs apart. - "Now let your papi fuck you."
His cock entered my asshole in a single stroke, and I let out a howl of pleasure. The bed squeaked under his weight as I felt his body firm on mine, his fat cock passing into me without finding any resistance. His gaze was wild, the eyes of an animal; I was like his female, ready to be impregnated. I called out to him, felt my eyes moistening, my cheeks turning red with ecstasy. - "...paaaaapiiiiii...."
My voice had become high-pitched, like a girlish one. The flood of cum I felt spurting inside me as soon as I had finished calling and moaning to him was confirmation that I had been a good little cunt. As he caught his breath, his cock still inside my anus, we looked into each other's eyes. I thought about the choice I had made, thought that I had made him that way. I couldn't have been happier about it.
After a few months, I was sitting on our couch in what was now our home. I was dressed provocatively, the tight jeans I wore highlighted my little ass, the T-shirt my papi had given me left my belly button exposed, showing off my flat, hairless belly. - "Are you ready? Come on, let's go."
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My papi came out of our room. Under the perfume he had put on I could always feel his arousing hormones caressing my nostrils. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned just enough to highlight his hairy chest, causing me to have an instant erection. He took my hand, ready to take me out to dinner at some fancy restaurant he could now afford. I, on the other hand, already knew that once we returned home, I would have to do my best. In front of a hundred fans connected online, I was going to have to let his fat cock pound me to the point of exhaustion. I was looking forward to it.
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Your boyfriend was getting on my fucking nerves. So, I found a much better use for him. He made a terrible roommate, but he’s an amazing foot protector. That’s right, I made him my filthy trainer.
What? Change him back? Nah, I have a better idea. I can already see it in your eyes, that insatiable curiosity. You are wondering about how he smells. Don’t be embarrassed, he felt the same way seconds before he wrapped around my foul foot. Surrender to the power of my stench.
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You look so stupid with your face shoved inside your boyfriend. I bet he smells like a large block of funky cheddar cheese. Don’t be jealous though, you’re gonna stink so much worse soon enough. Insole.
One month later…
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Phew, you fucking stink! Looks like I left an ‘impression’ though. Your mind is probably squashed to mush by now. I give you a couple more weeks before I completely wear you out and toss you in the trash. Well, back inside your boyfriend you go, you soggy sole slurper. Hahaha!
Hm. I think another shoe fucking session is needed tonight.
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Freaking hot. 🐽🐽🐽
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IT'S NO USE (Part One)
Agonizing screams that can't be heard.
Josh is stuck inside his mind. He used to be the epitome of a perfect Christian man.
He was a pious son of the head pastor of a megachurch.
He did manipulated people to suck them dry for donations. It's justified and those congregation members who have roles in worship? They're too woke and have gay friends. So he made sure they get ousted from their leadership positions.
But look at him now- A walking sin.
The person piloting his body made him famous. Not the acclaimed missionary he so dreamed.
But an online performer of seduction.
Trapped in his mind- he saw his body do things he never imagined.
Thankfully, no drugs or smoking.
Apparently, this Josh is a model so maintaining the body is a must.
Partook in pleasures he never felt before.
(He had experienced intercourse before but those were with women.)
But all this 'Josh' have been bedding were all men.
When 'he' tops, Josh although in his mind's backseat felt the satisfaction of a sense of dominance when another man surrenders to 'him'.
When this body takes on the submissive role. He want to be disgusted but the sensory signals that also washes over him makes him want to always do it.
But day by day. He passionately prayed.
That God will deliver him from this evil that made him be casted out from their church.
Then one day, he woke up-
Oh, thank the heavens! Hallelujah!
He wiggled his fingers. And felt his now very toned biceps within his own volition.
The real Josh took control of his body once more-
Now what should he do?
To be continued--
p.s. My first tumblr male tf story so I don't know if you'll like it. Just wait for the part 2. I have yet to add more story tags as it will depend on what the next parts happenings will be.
with love and nervousness,
-Denton-sama
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embarrassed to be caught. originally posted by addictedtosox
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