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Could you help me hulk out into a huge dumb hulk beast?
You were always a straight-A nerd. That's why it came as a shock when Professor Cain posted grades for the biochemistry midterm and your grade came at a barely passing C-. Surely, university couldn't simply be this hard, could it?
When you emailed him, he asked you to come to his lab after hours - at your earliest convenience - to rectify such issues with extra credit. So right after your debate club meeting that evening, you rushed over to CDA 018, the famed underground lab room.
As soon as you entered, you had no time to process or react as some kind of gas filled your vision, eventually knocking you out. When you woke, you were still in the lab, but with your hands bound behind your back and around a chair, and duct tape over your mouth.
Did someone break into the professor's lab? Were you a hostage?
"MMM - MMM!" You tried to make some kind of noise to get someone's attention. Thankfully, you heard some rustling from down one of the endless, tall aisles of beakers and equipment. However you were perplexed to see the 32 year old Professor Cain emerge, unbothered and nonchalant towards your current state.
"I knew you'd come," Professor Cain said to you. Looking at the fear and confusion you were able to project through your eyes, he laughed. "You're telling me that a prodigy like you can't figure out what's happening? Didn't you come for extra credit?"
You slowly nodded.
"I've been watching you in class. The shy, yet confident overachiever that wants to be sure he's on top. The thing is..." the professor started, turning his attention to some concoction on the table. "...You're also such a loser. Don't get me wrong, I love academia. But you... Well, let's just say I would like a more balanced class. We already have some great, high-achieving students - without your know-it-all attitude."
You could barely think, but tried to wiggle out of the chair and your restraints. Alas, you were too weak to break out of anything, and completely unequipped to escape.
"If you'd like to gain some extra credit - enough to lift your final grade up two letter grades - you'll be assisting me right now. Here," the professor continued. He turned back to you. "You'll be assisting me - as my first subject of a personal project 10 years in the making. A formula, finalized by one of your fellow students."
Your eyes widened and you shook your head violently. How is this even possible? How could he do this to you?
Professor Cain hoisted you up by the arm, freeing you from the chair, before leading you to the lab's only human-sized experimental chamber. You tried to make noise, any noise, to protest it, but you couldn't free yourself from the scientist's surprisingly strong grip. Due to your slow reaction time, you couldn't get up in time before the scientist slammed the door behind you.
You scrambled upwards nonetheless, looking around and studying the chamber's cramped inside. In a desperate attempt, you tried to tackle the chamber's door open, but the impact only sent you stumbling back, not the door. You tried to scream again, but with the duct tape sealing your mouth, the only person to hear was the uncaring Cain, who smiled as he watched you struggle to escape.
"Don't resist this, I think you might enjoy it," he said as he punched in commands into the chamber's computer.
Overhead, a mechanical voice sounded through the small, tinny speakers of the chamber. "Initiating masculine enhancement process. Infusing gamma formula now."
No way, you thought. No way you could enjoy this, right? Who needs masculine enhancement? You were fine being who you were. The image of the dumb, muscle-obsessed jocks you despised around campus came to mind, and you couldn't understand why he would want to turn you into that. You didn't want to change.
However you were helpless as a greenish smoky gas filled the chamber. You tried to resist breathing, but you couldn't help it. It irritated the back of your throat and you suppressed the urge to cough. The gas made you lightheaded... But also... euphoric?
A buzz started playing - you couldn't tell if it was from the equipment or the speakers. A strange warmth washed over you. The anxiety creeping up your throat slowly dissipated with each breath as words emerged from the buzzing. It was faint at first, but with each repetition his senses became more intense as it got harder to think.
** MUSCLE UP. DUMB DOWN. HULK OUT. BE A MAN. **
Something was unraveling deep in your psyche and soul. As the image of the campus jocks lingered in your mind, the hypnotic words reached into your brain to root itself in the deepest recesses of your self. That's when you felt a sudden headrush, as if someone suddenly overloaded your brain with adrenaline and dopamine. Your eyes widened as you gasped (as much as you could) through your nose.
You didn't know it yet, but your irises had taken on a bright green hue, inhuman yet peak human. The toxic formula had seeped into your bloodstream, leaking a toxic attitude into your brain. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you groaned (or moaned?) through your covered lips. Your body relaxed then tensed as changes began to permeate your whole being.
"It's starting!" The professor exclaimed through the glass. "No longer will you be your scrawny, puny, know-it-all self. Think about how strong, how powerful you'll be..."
Strength and power was all you were feeling. It was electrifying, enlightening. You could feel a surge throughout all your nerves and muscles. Almost out of reflex, on a whim, you tried once more to break out of your thick wrist restraints and - boom! - your fists broke free from them as if they were only tissue paper, finally freeing your arms. You ripped off the tape off your mouth, but instead of screaming for help you stayed put, a grin coming on your face.
With your arms able to rest at your side, you stood up taller and straighter than you ever did before, as if years hunched over your computer were replaced with years of perfect form in the gym. You probably now had the strength to punch your way out of the chamber if you really wanted to. You were feeling good, and you couldn't remember why you wanted to leave.
That was only the beginning. A soreness and burning spread throughout all your muscles, as if you just had days of intense workouts. Your closed your eyes as you felt another headrush. You gripped your head as you felt every muscle in your body grow, your skin tightening around them. In your position the sleeves of your white shirt felt tighter than ever, and with a twitch of your muscles, a subconscious flex, a loud rip sounded inside the chamber as your arms burst through your sleeves.
You slowly pulled your hands away from your face to see the destruction to your best debate shirt. But debate is for pussies, you thought to yourself. You didn't think you'd ever admit it to yourself, but the thought made you grin, almost chuckle. Feeling your chest strain against your shirt and your thickening neck constricted by your tie, you grabbed the edges of the dress shirt and tore it apart from the middle, revealing that your scrawny body now had hard muscles taking on a toxic green hue. A huge and wide chest, six-pack abs, and lats and traps for days. This felt right.
It wasn't long before you realized you were growing in height too. Looking down at your tight pants, you realized they were now several inches off the floor on top of barely holding onto your calves and thighs. Then you looked up, and realized that throughout this transformation you slowly been hunching over, the 7-foot-tall chamber eventually becoming too short for your stature. As you adjusted your stance to flex your upper body muscles, another loud rip was heard as your belt and chinos could no longer contain you. You looked down to see your feet destroy your shoes, no longer the right fit.
Whatever was left of them was poorly hiding your growing bulge. You grabbed your dick through them like a dumb horny frat bro, something so obscene you never would've dared doing, but the action ended up shedding the last of your remaining clothes. Your hardening cock had grown to a 10 inch emerald snake, growing too large to be contained by these small flimsy pieces of fabric.
Already overloaded by pleasure and power, the testosterone making machine in your balls was permanently changing your body and mind. Hair started coming in around them, your pits, and on your legs. Your typical clean-shaven baby face was feeling prickling pain as a beard started coming in. It came in dark green, just like the hair atop your head had become. You felt so fucking strong, but you also needed relief.
After once again flexing and admiring your own musculature, the idea of sex entered your mind. You were the sexiest beast in miles, a real Hulk blessed with a gift of gods.
You briefly ran your hands over your abs, feeling your pleasure trail and leading yourself to pumping your cock. Each stroke only emitted even more mind-numbing pleasure as the image of hot guys and girls servicing and worshipping your cock and body filled your mind. You slowly slid to the floor, laying nude with your head peering over your pecs to watch yourself jack off. Fuck yeah.
It wasn't long until you shot out a shitton of cum, hitting the top of the chamber and the wall. You nearly roared as you came, never feeling such an intense orgasm in your life. The last pieces of your old, sad, puny self were ejected, supplanted by this new Hulk self, knowledge of years on the football field and the gym with bros replacing old memories of nerdy pursuits and late nights studying.
You could feel your heart beat through your chest. Fuck, that really just happened. The haze that settled on your head still lingered, but at this point you didn't even mind. Fuck school, you thought. You chuckled dumbly at the thought, mindlessly thinking of everything you'd rather be doing than school while cum was still dripping down your cock and abs.
You only remembered where you were when the professor outside knocked on the door.
"Thanks for participating in my experiment," he said with glee. "Clean yourself up. There are napkins on the side cabinets. There's also some shorts, XXL to fit you."
You did as you were told, simply. Your body felt strange, but powerful, and you loved it. The chamber unsealed and out you emerged.
A smirk crept across your face. As you looked down at your rippling muscles bulging under green skin, you realized that your deepest desires were satisfied. No need for the monotony and stress of academia when you could be a Hulk - a god.
Now you spend your time trying to get even bigger in the gym, endlessly bodybuilding and being a real bro when you're not too busy laying pipe on whoever comes your way.
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Hey bros 👋 If anyone has any requests send me over and I’ll write em. More captions and stories coming soon (:
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Hey welcome back! I got a request for you. There's these 2 guys I know who are best friends and decided to work out together. One of them is an average build and the other is pretty small and skinny. It'd be great to see the small guy start to get bigger and bigger while his friend stayed his normal size.
Alec smiled at his smaller friend Clark. "Alright, gym plan starts tomorrow!"
"Hell yeah! One day I'll be able to pick you up," Clark said.
Alec looked down at his short and scrawny friend. "Well, we can all dream," he said with a friendly chuckle.
The skinny red-head playfully punched Alec in the arm. "Just you wait and see!"
The two kept up the habit of working out into the first few months, the key to any successful fitness regimen. Alec felt healthier but wasn't really seeing growth or gains. Clark, however, was growing like a weed. Muscle tone came easy to him for some reason and his muscles were steadily growing.
"I don't know man, just lift more?" Clark would suggest to Alec. But Alec struggled to increase the weight he was lifting.
Unbeknownst to Alec, Clark was specially preparing each of their protein shakes with a little incantation before each workout.
"What's his is mine, what's mine is mine," he'd say as he added a special powder to the mix. Alec was none the wiser.
Several months later, a friend of theirs came to visit.
"Alec! How's it going?" asked the friend.
"Alright," Alec said with a smile, knowing a surprise was in store. "You ready to go meet up with Clark?"
"Yeah, what is he up to? He wanted us to meet him at some gym?"
"Yup, he's got a match going." Alec said, getting into the car with his friend.
As the two pulled into the gym, they saw Clark standing on the mat. Their friend nearly choked as he saw him.
"That's Clark?!" he gasped.
"Yup, hard to recognize him," Alec said, suppressing a pang of jealousy. He wished the gym had been as good to him but it seemed Clark always got double the workout benefit while he got barely any.
Clark grinned at the two of them. "Hey there, little guys!"
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The new football coach was shaking things up. Young, strong, and ambitious, Coach Anderson was determined to stack the team with the best players and grow its numbers. At just 27, Coach Anderson was the youngest college football coach in the country, and he was sure to be a domineering force in the years to come.
That's why it was surprising when Coach reached out to Kevin. With his 5'7" stature, scrawny build, and nerdy demeanor, Kevin was far from the ideal candidate. He was the kind of guy to game on his computer, not the field. He liked writing code, not running on the gridiron. The guy wasn't bad looking by any means, but he was definitely more of a nervous dork than an athlete.
After Coach was able to have a 'talk' with him in his office, Kevin emerged a whole foot taller than before, muscle bulging through his skin, with the anger and aggression of a Hulk. He'd hulked out in their first conversation, and Kevin was now the team's next star player.
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All it took was one trip to the sauna for Paul to give in.
That’s a bit of an oversimplification - none of this would’ve happened without his roommate, Mason.
Mason’s been inviting Paul to the gym, but Paul was resistant to really embracing gym and bro culture. As a result, Paul was staying active but not bulking up or changing his mind.
It was Mason who convinced the gym’s owner to modify the sauna. It wasn’t just heat in there, the steam inside was infused with Mason’s own jock sweat. He gave Paul the cap before he entered the sauna.
“Sorry Mason, it’s just not my style.”
“Seriously? I think it would look good on you.”
“I just don’t want to seem like a fratty douchebag.”
Irritated, Mason just slapped the cap on, pushed Paul into the sauna, and shut the door.
“Hey, what are you doing!” Paul’s words were muffled inside.
Mason didn’t answer as he turned up the heat in the sauna.
Paul looked bewildered through the small window in the door, scared. His attempts to open the door were fruitless, and his bangs against the window were ignored. Eventually his cries for help evolved into loud moans as he stepped back from the door and gripped his head.
Mason looked into the window and smirked at the sight. The scrawny nerd had taken off his shirt to deal with the heat. But he was writhing in a combination of soreness and pleasure. Paul yelled something about feeling strange and different as his muscles grew. Something changed in his eyes as he turned from fear to submission to the changes.
As testosterone overloaded his body chemistry, Paul’s brain got rewired. The cap unloaded years of football knowledge into his brain. His goody two shoes city boy attitude got watered down as all the summers of visiting family in Texas came to his mind and tattoos covered his body. Paul ejected all his needy interests and his academic ambition.
At the end of it, Mason finally let Paul out. Paul strutted out with a smirk on his face and headed straight for the mirror. He flexed, and a rush of dopamine hit him. This felt right.
Mason was just as satisfied. Sure, he might not be the biggest bro of the bunch, but with his new attitude he’d be sure to put in the work for it.
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Something was definitely wrong. I knew my boyfriend had been acting weird ever since his accident at work a few weeks ago. He'd passed every post exposure accident test his company's doctor offered. It was the longest 16 days ever, I wanted to fuck him and take all his stress away. He certainly loves when I push him up against a wall and go to town. But for those awful 16 days I had to be content playing with myself or watching porn. He wouldn't let me touch him. Some stupid company fed line of reducing exposure to other people. He's an X-ray repair tech. It's not like he had direct contact with sick people.
But still, I was a good supportive and loving boyfriend and just masturbated til my arm hurt. Finally the day came. His company doctor said he was in the clear from any exposure or radiation sickness. He texted me and I grinned ear to ear, I had given up playing with myself 3 days ago because I knew this day was almost here. I rushed home and got our bedroom just the way he liked it. When he walked in and called out to me, I had been waiting behind the front door. I pushed it shut as he dropped his keys on the table next to the door. He bristled and relaxed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was the perfect amount shorter than me. When I threw my arms around him, it locked him exquisitely in my clutches as I began to pepper him with kisses. "I've been waiting for this babe." I dropped my arms to his tight waist and hoisted him into the air, he wrapped his legs around my back and all was right in the world. I carried him to our bedroom and threw him down on our bed, relishing the groaning squeak it gave out, there were soon to be many more of those. Sadly for me though, our dog wanted out and was tap dancing at our sliding door to the backyard.
With an annoyed sigh, I stood and reluctantly trudged over to the door and let the vile beast outside. As I turned around, suddenly I was being picked up and thrown to the bed. I was surprised but rock hard. I'm a vers top and my beloved was a vers bottom, I was hoping to just make love to him; but I certainly wasn't going to say no to him taking charge. He'd really been hitting the weights hard, a few times his grip on my hips was painful and it felt like he was trying to split me in two with the monster he discretely possessed.
It was fantastic. He was a bit rougher than I'd grown used to, but I was plenty ok with it, I got off so hard when he got rough. This new level of aggression was taking me to new highs. I managed to gasp out how close I was to cumming when he started to hammer away at me like a man possessed. With a shout louder than I'd ever heard, he unleashed an absolute torrent of cum inside me, if I didn't know better I'd swear I tasted it. He collapsed on top of me and panted like the beast he was for serving up a fucking like that. I was in absolute heaven, I'd shot twice during our escapades. Once as he grabbed and pawed at me, the second in unison with the tidal wave he filled me with. He finally stood and I rolled over, laughing deliriously. "Damn, I'm gonna have to hold out on you more often stud." I grinned at him and pulled him to me by the wrists. He deftly slipped his hands from mine and pinned my own wrists above me to the point I couldn't move, he pushed his half hard cock against my hole and grunted out "Don't forget you're mine, I'll fuck you when I want to."
I bit my lip and arched my ass into that blessed semi "I always want you to." I grinned. As we both came down from our sex high, I got up to go to pee and found my stomach distended. He'd cum so much he literally filled me up with his load. After going to the bathroom, I came back to bed and curled up with my love, happy as could be.
It wasn't until the next week that things got weird. When I got up that morning, my love had already left for work. I was off today so I planned to go to the gym. First though I was ravenous, I felt like I could eat my own weight. I was also in a very hangry way, everything was pissing me off and pushing my buttons. I made myself a hefty breakfast and then immediately booked it to the gym to burn off this unusual aggression. I had what may have been my best workout ever. I met every personal best I'd ever set and exceeded quite a few of them too.
I was headed for the sauna and caught sight of just how pumped I was looking. I stopped to pose a little bit when another guy walked in with posing briefs on, he scoffed at me and I heard him mutter something about "fucking pretty boy runts always hogging the mirror". It lit a fire under me, I took my time flexing and contorting to get every perfect shot, his words haunted me. I felt the anger like a surge. I was so mad I was hot, no wait, there's sweat steaming off me, I was literally hot. The fire in my belly was very real and it burned like a sun. I had already sent a few pictures to my sweetheart when he called me out of the blue.
"Baby, I love you and it's going to be ok, but I need you home, NOW!" He hung up and my heart began to pound. I grabbed my things and headed for the door, as I was leaving I caught myself in the mirror again "Holy fuck, I'm green!"
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If you concentrate real hard you can almost remember who you used to be, but its harder every time with the sunlight draped over your skin and the fresh tickle of grass underneath you, the hot breath of the light wind against your face. Its almost like every time you close your eyes you feel your muscles growing. The more sunlight you can get on your skin the more the muscles grow. You start wearing less and less, youre excited to wear less and less. At first it was shorter sleeves, tighter against your growing biceps. Then it was sleeveless shirts, cut off right at the top of the shoulder, then it was tank tops, then one day you just felt it, felt it right in your middle, just yanked out the scissors in a frenzy of no-thought action, almost attacked that red t-shirt you hadn’t worn in forever, sliced the sleeves right off, and then went even further, carved two big holes right down the sides of the shirt. “Natural air conditioning,” you shrugged to your gawking friends as they made fun of you. “It’s hot.” It isn’t an excuse not for you.
And how long has it been since you wore anything but compression shorts, you cant even remember can you. Anything else would just feel weird, boxers - why even bother? Oh yeah that sunlight on your skin. You spend so much more time outside now that you joined the local baseball team, you dont really have any time for the friends you used to hangout with, and they werent any good for you anyway. Drinking too much, smoking too much, so fuckin negative all the time. Theyll get old glued to their barstools blinking in the afternoon through a haze of drunk and pot while youve been up since sunrise, pumping at the gym, swinging on the field, maybe havin a beer or two with your new friends, yes your new friends, the ones who clap you on your shoulders and exclaim at how much your bodys changed since you started training with your trainer and man how glad they are you joined the team, youre just fuckin dominating the game, bro, and it just fills you with this golden feeling like the sunlight draping over your skin and the warmth pressing down on the crown of your head, pressing down on your ballcap that you never seem to take off - team loyalty you know - and before you know it, your life has totally changed, maybe not in the blink of an eye but you almost didnt notice it happening, and now it’s already happened and here you are in the sunlight and it just feels SO FUCKING GOOD you cant help but clench a fist and flex your bicep and grin grin so fuckin big that it splits your face in two and time rushes by and you hear your bros callin your name from the dugout.
It might just be a fantasy now but it won’t be. You’ll see. It happens so fast if you just get on the train. You dont get off because the doors close too fast and you’re just havin too much fuckin fun as your body changes and your mind changes and your life changes and everything just becomes so much … clearer, like the sun comin out from behind the clouds, hitting your closed eyes, glittering and dazzling, paralyzing your brain and invigorating your muscles … yeah, you’ll see. It aint just a fantasy. Its the future.
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You can imagine being stronger.
You can imagine slipping into a trance to be stronger. It’s so easy, you don’t even have to think about it. Just read. Stronger and easier. start to just Breathe and read. Imagine what it will feel like to be stronger. Imagine how good it will feel to just let go and drop drop drop into trance. Deeper now. Take a stronger breath. Dropping deeper now. So easy to imagine dropping deeper stronger. Step by step, deeper with each word this is just what you need. going deep makes your stronger. Feel your breath stronger. Going deeper makes you happier, strong and confident. Good strong men drop deep. Good men get stronger the deeper they go. You can imagine being a strong and happy. Your feel happy and stronger. You can take it even deeper. You can imagine your better stronger self. You can imagine being even deeper into such a strong trance. You can imagine being an even stronger, because you are going deeper. You can imagine growing, evolving. Its such a strong need to evolve. So easy to imagine. Picture it. Feel it See what stronger you looks like. What you feel is a strong trance. Listen to what you sound like. Feel your muscles, your body, your mind. Step into being a stronger man. Take the first step. Turn what you imagine into reality.
You are stronger now. Deeper now. So deep so happy so hard. Hard to think. Hard body. Hard muscles. Imagine it more strongly. your body stronger, Mind strong and deep. Feel your stronger self. Touch your chest, your arms, your legs, your crotch. Its a strong urge to Touch it all again. How good does
that feel like to acknowledge the strength you have. What does your new stronger self feel like. So deep now. Feel the strength of your new, evolving self as you settle into this newer body. settling into a stronger deeper mind set. settling into stronger desires to go deeper
You can imagine becoming a stronger man.
It has all started now.
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Holy shit. Fuck yeah. Can’t deny it now. Whatever that bro said to me, I’m fucking changing. These arms, these thighs, mmm and this bulge. No idea how I’m gonna hide that thing. Even my shirt, now a perfect tight ass tank and these sweats show off my thick thighs and perfect ass. And my hair, face, huhu… I look like one of those hot douchebags I used to despise. Now look at me huhu. Deep voice. Definitely dumber. Totally hornier. Loving it. Mmm got to get this body to work. Bros are watching and want a show. Wait till I get to the locker room.
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When Ryan looked back at Jason, he was shocked to see his friend had completely changed within moments. The casual skater had grown muscle and experienced his first Hulk out. While the Hulk in the passenger seat was still recognizable, he had gotten bigger. His arms were especially huge, having burst through his sleeves, making his shirt resemble more of a tanktop of sorts. The gamma radiation seeping through his veins had changed both his body chemistry and his brain chemistry. However, instead of immediately and instinctually smashing through the car like some mindless monster, a smirk crept across Jason's face.
Jason, with a stern confidence in his eyes, posed and flexed for Ryan. "Like my new look bro?"
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When Austin gave Brayden some experimental protein shake, he didn't expect his nerdy roommate to literally Hulkout at the gym. He just wanted Brayden to be more on his level.
At first Brayden was complaining about his body feeling more sore than usual. Neither of them realized anything was out of the ordinary. It wasn't until the two were alone in the locker room, as Brayden, more angry than usual about feeling weak, vented to Austin about wanting to be strong and self-confident, that they realized something changed.
Brayden suddenly gasped, and his eyes turned a brilliant, radioactive green. His muscles grew to triple the size they were before as he shot up in height, completely shredding his formerly loose workout shirt. Matching his body, which began to rival even the toughest guys his age, the protein shake began to rework his mind, fueling the mental changes with images of strength, power, and manhood. His personality changed, discarding of his old nerdy self as he took on a more cocky, domineering attitude of a hot-tempered guy that can't stop showing off his strength.
Eventually, Brayden stood tall as a 7 foot tall Hulk, changed inside and out.
"Brayden, are you okay bro?" Austin asked. He was in awe that his nerdy roommate was now the total alpha beast in front of him, almost admiring his stature.
Brayden smirked. "I feel so strong. So powerful. Don't let me get puny again," he replied.
Later that night Austin would take the shake himself.
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Can’t believe this is my longest story yet. I tried something new, so make sure to tell me what you guys think!
Zane wasn’t particularly excited about going out to his uncle’s ranch. The two had never really known how to connect, with one being from the East Coast and the other in rural Wyoming. Zane had grown up privileged in the urban lifestyle, with many stores, jobs, and more progressive influences around every corner. His parents were also a little richer than most, so he was able to enjoy a luxurious apartment all to himself while he attended Yale. Well… not all to himself. His boyfriend Kaeden visited so often he was practically a second resident, but Zane didn’t mind–he loved the attention.
Zane practically adored his modern lifestyle, and made sure to show it by never leaving a five-mile radius. This caused his parents to worry, assuming if he didn’t start now he’d never know how to go out on his own. Trying to help (like all parents did), his father spoke with his brother and the two set up a little spring vacation for Zane. When Zane’s father had proposed the idea, Zane didn’t exactly jump in excitement. In fact, he didn’t seem excited at all.
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$50,000, bro. They promised they could remake me. Think about it, it’s only a year’s salary. Took me a long time to save it up, that’s for sure – couple of years. I was an engineer, had paid down most of my degree… but I wasn’t happy. So I did some digging on the dark web. It’s a gig economy but more than that, a fetish economy, and folks will pay for all kinds of twisted shit.
What did it entail? Haha, well, I didn’t want them to make me a total moron, but I did want to bro out. I did want a major lifestyle change. For the chunk of change I was spending, I, or should I say we, got to plot and plan the deets together for some time.
I was hella fuckin’ nervous, that’s for damn sure. My hands were shaking as I signed. It was a total lifestyle change, and I’d be living paycheck to paycheck, just like an average dude. But then the fun began. They helped me figure it out – tats like I didn’t give a fuck, not being so uptight about booze and drugs, definitely loosening way the fuck up about casual sex, and just turning into a chill guy, the sort I envied, the sort I knew it would be way more fun to be.
I wanted to be able to just chill, do what the heck I wanted, and be sort of alpha and sort of a dog, you know?
It took four months of intense retraining.
It was like a boot camp in a way, which is funny because my lifestyle is so much the opposite of order and discipline, now. But they had a lot of work to do on me. It was fuckin’ hot, every step of the way, this total devolution, I guess you could call it. If my sergeant saw me with a nice shirt on, he’d slap me upside the head and say “Who the fuck are you? Remember who you are!” and rip it the fuck off me. Eventually everything I owned to wear was ripped the fuck off me, from pants to underwear. They replaced it all with jock straps, athletic shoes and shorts, sweatpants, tank tops, you get the deal.
You ever seen A Clockwork Orange? We went through some of that in a chair. Electroshock, light but firm. Poppers – god, I fuckin’ love poppers now, actually. Just generally slapping the pussy out of who I was. I learned to fuck and how to take it up the ass. Turns out I’m a top, but vers.
That was a whole hot process, too, the erotic training. They started me on muscle training first, and then basically drugged me up when they took me out for my first tats. Fuck. I loved it, too, finally doing a stupid but permanent thing like that. But yeah, the erotic training – he slapped the fuck out of me and told me to remember who I am. Erotic asphyxiation and aggression were so much of my early training, when I was bottoming and being humiliated, for days on end, even, that it’s now a firm part of who I am… I love getting aggressive on a dude, almost can’t control myself, really. They need to find out how hot it is, and I love to drink and smoke and hold poppers under their nose. Love doing it to a guy for the firm time, too, bustin’ a cherry is always hot. Would have been too sensitive before, I’m sure, ha!
But yeah, fuckin’ was worth it for sure. Message me if you want to know more. Getting the lingo down and the dumb but hot-as-fuck laugh down was a lot of training, but serge and I had beers to pound down, arm-wrestling, fuck, I was changed so much in the process. Having the time of my life now. Best money I ever spent. Totally don’t give a fuck, love who I am and how I get what I want out of so many dudes pretty much all the time now.
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