“Off to the toga party…” Seb says to himself, as he snaps a picture of himself in the mirror. He did a pretty good job with his costume, wanting to impress with the costume, since he won’t be nearly as big as the other guys at the party. He wants to be part of the Alpha Omega frat parties, but it feels like everyone in this frat is a COLOSSUS, huge and muscular. Seb sighs, as he heads out the door. He gets to the house the party was supposed to be at, but it’s strangely quiet. He enters in, “Hello? Anyone home?” Seb calls out, but no response happened. He reaches the drink table, finding a wreath and a note, “Put this on, Seb, and the party will get started.”

Seb nervously swallows, and puts the wreath on. At first, nothing happens, but then he happens to glance down. He’s… he’s starting to look different. His toga doesn’t fit quite the same as before, looking tight across broadening shoulders. He doubles over, grabbing a hold of the table as he feels the expansion quickening, having to quickly undo his toga before his bedsheets rip off his body. His face is getting more chiseled, pecs growing out from his skinny frame. Seb moves his legs apart, new quads pushing his legs wider, his stance that of a beefcake stud. Finally the wave passes, and he picks the sheet up, wrapping it around his waist. As he does so, the other frat mates come in, below his now 7 foot, 350 lb frame. Seb flexes for them, as the boys cheer, welcoming their new Greek life stud!

Why is it you never notice how drunk you are until you’re too drunk? I always drink too much and way too fast at work functions. I was just trying not to seem like the usual awkward tangled mess of stress and anxiety. 3 drinks and 2 shots on an empty stomach. Gravity was doing a dance and I didn’t know the steps. I told a shape I was pretty sure was my coworker I’d be right back and I stumbled into the bathroom. I was startled by the giant mass of muscles that seemed to take up the entire wall. “Oop my bad just gotta—I uhm broke the seal,” I said hoping into the stall. “No worries bro” he said. ‘Bro,’ BARF. He was the kind of attractive that I’d trained myself not to even see. That kinda guy don’t want me, I don’t want him. The unspoken gay etiquette was to ignore the each other. Truth be told I was sorta resentful of the naturally athletic set. Probably had abs at 8 years old— “sonofabitch” I mumbled. “Yo you ok in there bro?” He asked. “Fine! Fine,” I said. Bro…again. Yuck. I was walking a little better after taking a leak. I stopped to wash my hands. I shot a glance at him. I scoffed. Adonis bro was flexing and snapping pic after pic. “Yo can I ask you a favor?” He said. I was shocked he could form full sentences. “Yeah?” I said. Still not really looking at him. “I’m having a hard time with the angle, can you take a picture of me?” He asked holding his phone out to me. I absentmindedly took it from him. “They got a bathroom-pic category in the Mr. International protein powder pageant?” I said with a snicker. I began snapping pics as he posed. “Ha! Funny man huh? I like that. How are they looking?” He asked. “Like an anatomy chart in a himbo hospital,” I said. I was still chucking, I was witty drunk! Who knew?! He walked over to me, “show me,” he said. I swiped through a few. “See Hercules? Ready to be etched on the Parthenon,” I said. I was really cracking myself up. “I just love a fat ass and a smart mouth… You don’t look in a man’s eyes when you’re talking to him do you? Rude.” He said. I looked up at him. His eyes were a deep brown, he was way too handsome. “Fuck,” I said. “That’s better,” he answered. “I—I should get back,” I said softly. “Not without a double shot of Nicky,” he said. As I started to say, “what’s a double shot of Nicky,” he grabbed hold of the back of my head and shoved my face into his armpit. The smell ripped me out of my stupor. It was like I’d done a line. He quickly mashed my face into his other pit. This time I was moaning. “Now, you’re gonna be a good lil boy and go back to your friends. Tomorrow you’re gonna call me and I’m gonna make that ass mine. Understand?” He said. “I—yes, yes I do,” I whispered. As he was walking out the bathroom I shouted “one for the road!?” I needed another hit. “I knew I liked you,” he said with a grin. He turned back, I shut my eyes. It took longer than I thought and when I opened my eyes he had his hand down the front of his pants. He held his fingers in front of my nose. “My—god,” was all I could say. “Tomorrow,” he said turning to leave again. “Wait! I don’t have your number! And you forgot your phone!” I called out. As the door shut behind him he said, “that’s your phone smart ass, you left it on the bar. Enjoy the pics!” I looked down. It was my phone! I unlocked my phone and there he was pose after pose. He saved his number as “Ur Daddy Nicky”. I wasn’t sure if I hated him or had just fallen in love. Whatever the case my dick was so hard it hurt!

Back after a longish hiatus - lol sorry, I accidently deleted the next part and tumblr didn't save it so here we are broskis!

Part 5 - Jason's Brofication - the showers

Jason slipped into the showers just as Kyle and Nick were renewing there "who would be top?" debate.

"Fuckin' finally man!" Jason said as he stripped off his pit stench drenched gym gear.

"Man my clothes reek!" Jason half laughed, letting loose an impressed smile.

Dropping the clothes down on the ground, Jason hopped in the shower and started lathering up. Thoughts about the day began to come to the forefront of Jason's consciousness. Thoughts of the Kyle and Nick wrestling together. Nick grinding on Kyle's ass...

"Fuck," was all Jason said as his hand made it's way to his already throbbing cock. Starting off with slow, long strokes; Jason let a moan out, fully submerged in his fantasy of the 2 jocks fucking.

"Nick bro! Your dick's so big - slow down" Kyle grunted as the other jock pounded his bro's stetched hole.

"Oh shit! Sorry bro! You know how seeing your ass all out in the open gets me..." Nick said while kneading Kyle's meaty glutes and resting his fat cock by the entrance of Kyle's puffed up hole.

"Bro, you been doing squats without me? Cause this ass is..." Nick, lost for words, grabbed onto Kyle's hips and slowly pushed his dick further into his bro's hole.

"Bro! I think you got to my-" Kyle moaned out in a husky voice, cut off by the feeling of his ass spasaming around Nick's cock from the sheer pleasure.

"I can take it anymore bro!" Nick shouted out as his dick throbbed in kyle's ass. Nick increased his pace, making sure to aim down when thrusting to massage his bro's prostate.

"Bruh, if- you- keep- doing- that- i'm gonnaaa-" Kyle's duck started to pulsate, thick streams of cum launched out of his cock, hitting the bed sheets and under his stubled chin. "...Fuck bro-"

"Kyle i'm gonna-!" cum started to spew into Kyle's ass.

"Fuck yeah bro, fill me up!"

Panting and covered in sweat, the two embraced eachother. "Guess, you filled up your protein quota of the day after all broski" Nick chuckled as he reached over to Kyle's leaking asshole. Pulling back his fingers revealed a long thick rope of cum...

*NOCK, NOCK, NOCK*

Jason awakes from his lecherous dream, quickly whipping of his stupid grin and drool dripping all the way down to his chest. "UhH, JUST A MINUTE!" Jason shoutedfrom behind the shower curtains, trying to fake a none paniced voice.

"I don't like showers but i sure as hell like hot water, so finish up in ther bro!" Jason could just barely diffrientiate Kyle's slightly more gravely voice from the noice of water hitting the shower floor.

With that, Jason entered a scrubbing frenzy and wuickly rinced off the soap - promptly drying himself and leaving the shower in towel wrapped around his waist.

"Shower's free Kyl- wow!" Jason was interupted by Nick on his back and Kyle spreading Nick's legs widder than a hooker in heat. "I feel like i shouldn't be seeing this..." Jason said covering his eyes while splitting his fingers every so often to take a peak.

"Relax bro, Nick just needed a little extra streching cause he's still feeling sore from leg day" kyle said, focusing his attention on slowly stretching each leg.

"Fuck that feels good!" Nick moaned as his legs dipped further and further down.

"Not quite how I imagined it to go down..." Jason murmered jnder his breathe

"Sorry, you say somethin' bro?" Kyle asked, still furrowing his brow and starring at Nick.

"No! No. Just umm... nothing."

"Cool bro. Okay, I think that's enough broski!" Kyle said, letting Nick's legs slowly bend back into their usual position. A low groan went off in Nick's throat as the feeling of of pain gave way to relief.

Kyle got off his knees and stood up, offering a hand to Nick.

"Thanks bro, I really needed that." Nick grabbed Kyle by the wrist and hoisted himself up.

"Hate to see em' go but love to watch em' leave! Damn!" Nick hollered and whistled as his armpit sweat drenched friend walked away to the showers.

Kyle gave his ass a light put quick slap as a final show of entertainment for Nick as he closed the door.

"I swear straight men are gayer than gay men sometimes..." Jason uttered under his breathe while making himself a sandwhich in the kitchenette area.

"Yo! Jason, bro!" Nick shouted towards Jason. "Wanna watch some rugby on my phone?" Nick asked as he tapped at the screen with his beefy calloused fingers.

Jason figuring that he'd be able to hear the shoutingand announcements of the game even with Nick using headphones, he may as well join in and watch the match with him. "Ya, sure Nick, let me just finish the last of my sandwhich."

Nick nodded as Jason threw the dregs of his ham and cheese sandwich into his mouth.

Nick scooted over to make space for Jason. Jason layed down next to him, making sure to leave a empty space between them.

"Aww come on bro, scoot a little closer, you won't be able to see the screen!" Nick said while nudging at the further side of Jason's back. Jason crawled a little closer finding a comfy spot for his head in Nick's armpit. A cold qet sensation took over as Jason's hair got soaked in Nick's pit sweat. "Oh fuck..." Jason growned as he realised his mistake.

"What's up bro?" Nick asked curiously, smiling down at Jason's face.

"Nothing Nick, let's just watch the match." Jason chuckled in defeat. Scooting in a little closer to the meathead.

"...That's 3 points to the chiefs after a successful fiekd kick! Looks like New Zealand is going to have to up it's game if they wanna win this match..."

The sounds of the match slowly became dimmer and dimmer as the drowsiness took over. And the two fell asleep all cuddled up.

Well that's it fuckers, hope you liked it! I'll be writing the next installment soon so feel free to give me ideas. Side note: I figured out a name!

Part 4

"Cool...cool" Jason half-heartedly responds, trying his best to feign enthusiasm but the only thing on his mind is- 'NEXT SET?!"

Meanwhile Nick got down on the bench and got ready for his set. His arms stretched out revealing some damp fur growing from a hard set of abs. Nick's sweaty aroma wafted through the air as he engaged the bar getting ready to drop the bar.

"COME ON BRO, LETS FUCKING GO!" Kyle growled as he vigourously patted down Nick's chest.

A plethora of grunts, curses and sharp breaths later all three had ran through nearly all of the chest day rotine leaving the last set of dumbell flies left on the checklist.

The three had looked like they'd all fought in glorious battle. Sweat dripped down from kyles face snaking down to his chest - seaping into his tank top. Thick hairy pubes peaking out from his gym shorts bathed in ball sweat.

"Fuck, I stink" Kyle said taking a wiff at his own pits

"Ya, you probably smell worse than the combined spunk of the entire gym" Jason snapped in a half joking tone.

"Yeah, lil bro? Let's test that theory."

"Test wha-" Jason was abrupted by a wet and hairy sensation covering his mouth. Juices trickled into his mouth as his mind tried to uncover what had just happened. That's when the smell...or rather taste hit him. Days worth of Kyle's unwashed pits had just entered Jason's mouth. With that realisation, he attempted to break free from Kyle's rank forest.

"Not so fast little bro" Kyle said resisting Jason's feeble protests. "If you're gonna be a gym bro, you're gonna have to learn to respect the stink huhu" Kyle chucked, forcing Jason's already pit sweat smothered face even deeper into his damp underarm pelt.

"Ky-le s-to-p" Jason managed to grunt as he struggled against the jock's strength.

"Haha, bro stop that, it tickles!" Kyle said, loosening his grip - giving Jason the chance to break free.

"What the fuck Kyle?!" Jason huffed as he caught a breathe of fresh air.

"Sorry, guess i got a little carried away...but hey you're mad at me right?"

"Hell ya I am Kyle." Jason spat

"Great, lets use that energy!" Kyle beamed as he guided towards the chest fly machine.

"Fuck you Kyle." Jason muttered as he pushed the machine handles.

"What was that bro?" Kyle said through a grin, leaning in towards Jason.

"I SA-ID FUCK Y-OUU!" Jason strained in cathartic release as he finished his last set.

"FUCK YEAH!!" Nick and Kyle exclaimed as they roughly ruffled Jason's hair and patted his back in congradulations.

Tired, confused and a little proud of himself; Jason decided to let it go and enjoy the praise.

"See, he's smiling!" Jason said to nick, practically irradiating excitement.

"Yeah...whatever..." Jason said, trying his best to conceal his pride and reddening face.

"Good job today boys!" Kyle said whilst getting his arms around Nick and and Jason.

"Bro, you actually fuckin stink" Nick chuckled, feigning a gag.

Sniffing at Nick's pits, kyle exclaimed in an exasperated voice, "so do YOU bro! Haha!"

"Yeah fuck off, you know who really stinks?" Nick says turning his grining face to Jason

"Me?!" Jason exclaims, half surprised.

"Yeah bro, you smell like Jason's first fuckin jockstrap huhu!"

"Fuck you guys" Jason said with a light hearted chuckle.

"Come on boys, protein shake time..." kyle said, kneading Jason and Nick's shoulder's either side of him.

Back at Jason and Kyle's dorm

Kyle grabbed at the shared fridge and brought out a second shake made just after Jason made his rush to class.

"Alright boys, here's your nectar of the Gods', don't leave a single drop cause protein powder's fuckin expensive on a student budget" Jason says half jokingly while pouring the contents into seperate cups.

"Cheers!!" All three say clinking their cups and chugging the shake down.

"Fuck that's good!" Nick blurts out - "fuck think I need to URRRRGH" Nick says only to be cut off by his own belch.

"Nice one bro! Haha" Kyle says with genuine amazement as he pats his bro on the back.

"Thanks bro" Nick replies, half smiling.

"Well fuck, I am poofed" Kyke says stretching his arms up lifting up his tank just enough to see a damp crotch bush peaking through his boxers.

Taking a wiff of his pits, kyle recoils and and laughs."Fuck maybe I do need a shower! - anyone of you fuckers wanna join me jokes jokes...unless?" Jason half laughs

Nick drops his voice and presses his crotch against Kyle's ass, "Fuck yeah I do bro." Nick says, moaning into Kyle's ear.

"Fuck youuu!" Kyle draws out as he playfully pushes Nick away. All the while, Jason watches a couple feet away, taking small sips of the remaining protein shake in his cup.

"Yeah bro?! You want me to fuck you!?" Nick grabbing at kyle's waist and dry humping his ass.

"Get real, we all Know i'd be the top if we ever fucked!" Kyle half offended at the implication, he pulls Nick into a headlock - smothering his bro's shoulder with a fresh dose of pit sweat.

"Bull...shit!" Nick strains as he wrestles to break free from the headlock. Nick suddenly tumbles forward with Kyle getting pulled along for the ride. Nick acts quickly placing kyle's neck between the inner corner of his knee, stranggling him in a scissor lock.

"Ja-son...Jas-on" kyle coughs out while reaching his arm towards his roommate. "Wh-o, would be...th-e to-p!?" Jason strains, trying his best to get the words put as Nick tightens his grip on his bro's throat.

"Uuhhh" is all Jason can manage to get out while contemplating answering the question. "Wait how do you guys even know what a top is?!" Jason blurts out.

"Aww come on bro, we're straight - not clueless!" Nick objects. "Right bro?! Bro...?"

"I think he passed out" Jason muttered. Kyle had indeed passed the fuck out.

"I have an idea!" Jason ran and came back, holding a an old jockstrap long disgarded on the dorm room floor. Waving it in front of kyle's nose. Kyle inconspicuously opened one eye, making sure Nick was in sight. Without any warning, Kyle lunged at Nick and put him in a choke hold. "You won the battle but not the war broski" Kyle says directly into Nick's ear, conjuring up his best badass husky voice.

Rolling his eyes, Jason decides to retire to the showers to get some of Kyle's pit stench off of him.

That's where were gonna end tonight folks. I wonder what Jason's going to discover in the shower. Will Kyle and Nick ever find out who's the top?! Find out next time on this short story series that I am yet to name.

"Ohhh fuck, you really are one hot prick, Nate," I said to Nate's reflection as I admired the way his body moves under my control as I took advantage of the empty gym to rub one out

"Oh yeah.....fuck yeah we're so close. Look at that angry cock veins dude, uunngghhhaahhhh fuck you're so good at edging, huh?"

"Not so much in control anymore, don'tcha? Having your dick so goddamn hard because a fat balding janitor took your body over for a spin? Maybe you really like me in control, huh? Taking over your body, answering the call from your boss, fooling your girlfriend.....I'm practically you and you....CANNOT...STOP....ME.....,"

Those successive intense stroke eventually ended with a very huge load splattered all across the mirror which caused the possessed Nate to smile. That's the entirety of the real Nathaniel's essence, now just mere spunk waiting to be cleaned

"Gonna let the janitor to clean my mess, there's no way in hell I'm gonna do the cleaning, I'm not working here," smirked Nate as he put his still wet cock back to his pants and then grab his Benz keys from the duffel bag to leave the gym. The graveyard shift is about to start and it's better that the janitor in that next shift got no idea who drew pentagram in front of the janitor's room or who shot their load and left it to dry on the locker's room mirror.

When he first started using the powder he was very careful with the dosage and diluting it in large amounts of water. He only wanted a small boost to get him started at the gym. He didn’t want to become some kind of mindless cocky musclehead. At least that’s what he used to think.

Back after a longish hiatus - lol sorry, I accidently deleted the next part and tumblr didn't save it so here we are broskis!

Part 5 - Jason's Brofication - the showers

Jason slipped into the showers just as Kyle and Nick were renewing there "who would be top?" debate.

"Fuckin' finally man!" Jason said as he stripped off his pit stench drenched gym gear.

"Man my clothes reek!" Jason half laughed, letting loose an impressed smile.

Dropping the clothes down on the ground, Jason hopped in the shower and started lathering up. Thoughts about the day began to come to the forefront of Jason's consciousness. Thoughts of the Kyle and Nick wrestling together. Nick grinding on Kyle's ass...

"Fuck," was all Jason said as his hand made it's way to his already throbbing cock. Starting off with slow, long strokes; Jason let a moan out, fully submerged in his fantasy of the 2 jocks fucking.

"Nick bro! Your dick's so big - slow down" Kyle grunted as the other jock pounded his bro's stetched hole.

"Oh shit! Sorry bro! You know how seeing your ass all out in the open gets me..." Nick said while kneading Kyle's meaty glutes and resting his fat cock by the entrance of Kyle's puffed up hole.

"Bro, you been doing squats without me? Cause this ass is..." Nick, lost for words, grabbed onto Kyle's hips and slowly pushed his dick further into his bro's hole.

"Bro! I think you got to my-" Kyle moaned out in a husky voice, cut off by the feeling of his ass spasaming around Nick's cock from the sheer pleasure.

"I can take it anymore bro!" Nick shouted out as his dick throbbed in kyle's ass. Nick increased his pace, making sure to aim down when thrusting to massage his bro's prostate.

"Bruh, if- you- keep- doing- that- i'm gonnaaa-" Kyle's duck started to pulsate, thick streams of cum launched out of his cock, hitting the bed sheets and under his stubled chin. "...Fuck bro-"

"Kyle i'm gonna-!" cum started to spew into Kyle's ass.

"Fuck yeah bro, fill me up!"

Panting and covered in sweat, the two embraced eachother. "Guess, you filled up your protein quota of the day after all broski" Nick chuckled as he reached over to Kyle's leaking asshole. Pulling back his fingers revealed a long thick rope of cum...

*NOCK, NOCK, NOCK*

Jason awakes from his lecherous dream, quickly whipping of his stupid grin and drool dripping all the way down to his chest. "UhH, JUST A MINUTE!" Jason shoutedfrom behind the shower curtains, trying to fake a none paniced voice.

"I don't like showers but i sure as hell like hot water, so finish up in ther bro!" Jason could just barely diffrientiate Kyle's slightly more gravely voice from the noice of water hitting the shower floor.

With that, Jason entered a scrubbing frenzy and wuickly rinced off the soap - promptly drying himself and leaving the shower in towel wrapped around his waist.

"Shower's free Kyl- wow!" Jason was interupted by Nick on his back and Kyle spreading Nick's legs widder than a hooker in heat. "I feel like i shouldn't be seeing this..." Jason said covering his eyes while splitting his fingers every so often to take a peak.

"Relax bro, Nick just needed a little extra streching cause he's still feeling sore from leg day" kyle said, focusing his attention on slowly stretching each leg.

"Fuck that feels good!" Nick moaned as his legs dipped further and further down.

"Not quite how I imagined it to go down..." Jason murmered jnder his breathe

"Sorry, you say somethin' bro?" Kyle asked, still furrowing his brow and starring at Nick.

"No! No. Just umm... nothing."

"Cool bro. Okay, I think that's enough broski!" Kyle said, letting Nick's legs slowly bend back into their usual position. A low groan went off in Nick's throat as the feeling of of pain gave way to relief.

Kyle got off his knees and stood up, offering a hand to Nick.

"Thanks bro, I really needed that." Nick grabbed Kyle by the wrist and hoisted himself up.

"Hate to see em' go but love to watch em' leave! Damn!" Nick hollered and whistled as his armpit sweat drenched friend walked away to the showers.

Kyle gave his ass a light put quick slap as a final show of entertainment for Nick as he closed the door.

"I swear straight men are gayer than gay men sometimes..." Jason uttered under his breathe while making himself a sandwhich in the kitchenette area.

"Yo! Jason, bro!" Nick shouted towards Jason. "Wanna watch some rugby on my phone?" Nick asked as he tapped at the screen with his beefy calloused fingers.

Jason figuring that he'd be able to hear the shoutingand announcements of the game even with Nick using headphones, he may as well join in and watch the match with him. "Ya, sure Nick, let me just finish the last of my sandwhich."

Nick nodded as Jason threw the dregs of his ham and cheese sandwich into his mouth.

Nick scooted over to make space for Jason. Jason layed down next to him, making sure to leave a empty space between them.

"Aww come on bro, scoot a little closer, you won't be able to see the screen!" Nick said while nudging at the further side of Jason's back. Jason crawled a little closer finding a comfy spot for his head in Nick's armpit. A cold qet sensation took over as Jason's hair got soaked in Nick's pit sweat. "Oh fuck..." Jason growned as he realised his mistake.

"What's up bro?" Nick asked curiously, smiling down at Jason's face.

"Nothing Nick, let's just watch the match." Jason chuckled in defeat. Scooting in a little closer to the meathead.

"...That's 3 points to the chiefs after a successful fiekd kick! Looks like New Zealand is going to have to up it's game if they wanna win this match..."

The sounds of the match slowly became dimmer and dimmer as the drowsiness took over. And the two fell asleep all cuddled up.

Well that's it fuckers, hope you liked it! I'll be writing the next installment soon so feel free to give me ideas. Side note: I figured out a name!

Leave it On

Stupified

I started listening to subliminals about a year and a half ago.  Totally changed my whole life.  I used to be just another scrawny ectomorph, never feeling good about myself or getting laid.  I came across some of these hypnotists online, and I first I thought it was all bullshit, but then got to chatting one up somehow, telling him I didn’t believe it was real but that it was interesting to me in a way.

He said it only works if you want it to work.

I guess I must have really hated my life, because I started doing it with him.  I did want it to work.

He started with my mind.  “You’re kind of a dim bulb.”  I was asking him what that was all about.  I didn’t want to be referred to as stupid.  I just wanted to build some muscle.  He asked me how many smart guys I knew who build muscle.

I had to admit, he had a point.

I figured I had nothing to lose.  I guess I didn’t realise how good hypno would make me feel, and just how deep I would go into it.

“You’re not a very intelligent guy, and you’re ok with that,” he would tell me, taking me deeper and deeper into trances.  He’d ask me to drink wine when we were doing these exercises.  Eventually, a month in, he switched to hard liquor and beer.

“The more you drink, the less clearly you can think.  You don’t want to think.  You just want to live.  You want to build muscle, have a happy life, and have a lot of hot gay sex.”

“I do?” I said.  I’d already gotten so used to letting him have control.  I could almost feel the drool welling in my mouth.  It felt good to let go with my hypnotist.  It felt good to feel like clinging to the part of me that felt like it had to imbibe and process so much information at the time was the wrong way to go.

I could always shift back if I went too far, I thought.

And yet I wanted it.  I was already happier, scrawny as I was.  It had been months and I hadn’t done anything towards gaining muscle with this guy.

“Doesn’t drawing it out feel good?” he asked when I questioned him on how slow the progress was.  “I want to do this right with you.  If you rush through it, it doesn’t work as well.  It’s reorienting your mind that’s the important part.  The rest will come easy for you after that.”

It did feel good.  I even told him that a week later, that if I just had him to work on the dumbing down process for a whole year, even, that would be fine with me.  I already felt more like a dumb guy in my mind, if not a dumb jock, and the just knowing that I was eventually going to cross the line into jock territory had me really excited, even if it was hard to visualise.

“You sure are getting dumb.  I want you to do a test with me,” he said not long after that.

“Sure.  What sort of test?”

“We gotta deep hypno you first.”

He took me under for an hour straight, until I was lying on my back, almost naked for him, calling myself a moron and a dumb jock.  The test was a series of questions in which I told him how I truly felt about the process.  He said he had to ensure that I was completely on board with loving everything about it and on never returning to the guy I was before hypnosis began.

He wanted me shirtless, my chest bare, everything bare.

Then he had me drinking beer for him and doing more routines until I passed out.  It took hours, but it felt so good as he coaxed me through it, telling me that when I woke up, I wouldn’t snap out of it.  I’d be a dumb jock now.  I just remember telling him, “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.  Do it.  Make me one forever.  That’s all I really want to be anymore.”

It really hit me hard that night.  The session got kind of crazy.  We’d built this intense connection and it was getting crazier all the time.

“Tell me how stupid you are,” my hypnotist said.

I was drunk, and I was practically blubbering at one point, I was so in the bag from all the alcohol and the hypnosis.  I could feel the drool running down my chin.  “I’m so dumb, man.  Just so fucking hollow.  Just an empty fucking jock, and it’s so fucking hollow that this is all I want to be!”

At one point I was slapping myself upside the head, as if I deserved it, as if I was killing off whatever part of me insisted on being a dork and staying busy with too much unnecessary information or interests that would only get in the way of me living my best life.

“Fucking dumb, man, I’m your dumb jock, man, it’s all I want to be, man,” I was saying like a zombie for what must have been an hour.  I had rarely seen my hypnotist so happy, and that he was so excited with the results we were getting just pushed me even deeper.

“Yes, you are.  Tomorrow you’l feel it.  For once, for the first time, now and forever, you will never come out of this state.  This is you now.  There will be no surfacing.  It’s strong enough in you to hold, now.  You will wake up as everything you want to be tomorrow, namely, just a standard dumb jock who lives for working out, sex, sports, and muscle.  You’ll never revert now.”

When I woke up, I did feel it.  I was a guy who was a dumb jock.

I went to the mirror and looked into it.  I could feel it, the change having come over me, and I could feel it so strongly, but still, I just had to verify that this was real.  I had to see what I looked like now.

I looked the same, mostly, except for the expression on my face.  There was a tangible difference there.

I raised an eyebrow at my reflexion.  I could see it.  I really could.  I wasn’t the guy I used to be.

Sure, my body was the same as ever, but my expression had changed.  I looked just like a guy who was a jock dude at heart, one who had those kind of mannerisms, even.  I wasn’t perfect, but I was more in the ballpark than ever before.  I looked like a jock guy who just happened to be stuck in a scrawny, ectomorphic body.  And that pissed me off, that I was stuck in this weakling’s body.  I knew I’d have to change it.

I dialed up my hypnotist that morning to confirm it for him, that it had worked, and to help me figure out what was going to come next for me.

He had lifestyle instructions for me.  He wanted my walls bare.

“Doesn’t it piss you off that you’re meant to be a jock dude but you’re in such a scrawny body?”

“Yeah, it really does piss me off,” I answered back.  I could feel the anger.

It was that morning that I just ripped everything off the walls that could possibly identify me as the guy I used to be.  I wanted to dispose of him completely.

It was that morning that, grunting, not even knowing what I was doing yet, just knowing that I shouldn’t be in a body this weak, and that I couldn’t even stand looking at myself in the mirror like this any longer, knowing I was a different guy inside than the body reflected, that I started doing pushups, my bare chest against the floor until my arms ached and I collapsed.

I was breaking down that muscle, shredding the guy I had been.  I kept it up, doing more pushups the moment I could stand to do more.  I still looked weak.  I screamed in front of the mirror, practically roared in front of it, and flexing in front of it as I roared.  I was going to bust right out of this scrawny frame.  I was going to hulk up, one way or another.  I didn’t care how much lifting I had to do.

I went tot the sporting goods store that day and bought a doorframe pull-up bar, a workout bench, and some dumbbells.  Dumbbells, I thought, how appropriate.  I’ll show them who’s dumb.

My hypnotist kept me on track, told me what to watch on tv, what to cook, what to eat, all sorts of tips until I was on track.  I feared nothing more than relapsing into the guy I used to be.

I worked out almost every day at first, no matter how sore it made me. I kept flexing and raging at the mirror.  And before long, I was popping wood over how I was noticing an actual difference.  I was starting to put on muscle.  I was starting to get this body to match its new personality.

I can’t even tell you how good that felt, to know I was building the body I was supposed to be in.  To know that I was becoming myself.

I’ve really hulked out since then, totally jocked myself out.  The scrawny guy I used to be just packed on more and more muscle until I looked like the guy I actually am now.

I feel great all the time now.  Now I don’t even need hypnosis at all, because what would be the point?  This is the dude I am.  But I still love talking to my ‘tist every now and again.  He gives me tips I can use on some of the guys I have over, but it’s hard to really focus on that.  I’m not a hypnotist and that stuff seems kinda weird to me.  It’s like something I did in the past.

I’m more into sports and working out and all that.  I guess I love listening to anything that will enhance me and give me extra energy or motivation.  But me and my hypnotist have kinda drifted apart.  He got upset at me for a while about it.  I was like, “Hey man, I’m not into that weird online hypnosis stuff.  It’s just kinda too out there and dorky for me, in a way, and I don’t really see the point.  What would I want to be hypnotised for?  I’m happy with my life and all that.  You’ve gotta understand.  I gotta go. The game’s on and I’m having a friend over tonight.”

I used to be so jealous of guys who looked like I do now, but I just had to work for it I guess.  I mean, it’s hard to even remember, but I do remember I’m never going back to the place I was at in my head before this.

These days I’ve got way more energy, my hormones pump harder, and I’ve got a higher sex drive.  I know I look a lot better, that’s for sure.

I’ve gotten damn good in bed compared to how I used to just lay there and snuggle up to guys.  Now I like to watch the game with them for hours before I even think about fooling around with them.  I like a guy who’s into guy stuff.

Other than that, I’m into arm wrestling and grappling with guys a bit, maybe having some beers, wrestling them down to the floor and seeing if I can pin them down.  Football, baseball, wrestling, I’ve got a few different interests.  Sometimes hockey’s cool, too.

Dudes love this tight muscle bod of mine so I’m always staying fit and making sure other guys are up to my standards, too.  I like to keep a goatee and some scruff on my face because guys love it when it brushes up against their cocks, especially as I’m taking one in my mouth. 

Always looking to get other guys more motivated and into physical fitness too, but a lot of times I lack the patience for that.  I don’t want to train all these losers myself, especially when I”m living life, and I just don’t have the patience to take them to where they should be at themselves already if only they had the self-discipline and motivation to get there.

I sent one weird guy I knew to that hypnotist guy online, the other weirdo that I used to be sort friends with.  Figured maybe it would get him off my back for good, but of course, it’s my life so just ignoring him’s the best way to get him off it, that’s for sure.  That’s probably the last time I’ll do that.  Guys don’t need hypnosis if they want to work out.  They need a personal trainer, and I’ve met some of those recently and would rather refer folks to them.  Don’t really need any weirdos in my life, period.

Had a hot hookup last night, just me and a bro who came over watching the football game, talking sports, and he was legit, knew everything and really was passionate about the game just like I am.  Ended up wrestling him down and pumping my cock in and out of his mouth as he lay on his back on the floor, and that was hot, to bust a nut all over his face as he stuck his tongue out and let me coat him in it.  That guy wanted me bad.  But they all do now, and there’s no shortage of hot guys out there for me to have fun with.

That guy, I want to have some more fun with him, maybe work out together, really spend some time in front of the mirror flexing and feeling up each other’s bods, just getting off on how sexy we look together.  That’d get me off big time.

Plus I wouldn’t mind repeating last night.  Fuck is that ever hot, cumming in a guy’s mouth when he’s looking up at you or beating off and soaking his face with cum.  He loved it, too, so I’m sure he’s down for a repeat session.

What the FUCK? This isn’t my face, this isn’t my body... why am I wearing—?!

Wait a second, this is that faggot Oscar that rents from me down the hall! The one that said he was gonna put some kind of spell on me for being homophobic? He... switched our fuckin bodies?! How?!

Dude, I’m gonna beat that homo’s ass! Wait... I’d be beating my own ass. Shit.

On second thought... Oscar’s body is kinda... hot.

Wait, did I really just think that?! I’m straight. I don’t even like men like that. But... damn... when I flex, when he flexes I mean, it’s making me hard. Hard in this new dick, which is actually bigger than mine...

I need to focus. This ain’t right. I gotta get my body back. I’m going to my apartment.

Fuck! He’s... me. He’s in my body, chillin on the stairs, all nonchalant... this is tripping me out... what the fuck am I wearing? “Daddy” socks?! Those righty whities? Oscar in my body makes me look— good. Really fucking good. Am I really that hot?

What’s going on? Am I into this? Am I gay?

“Sup” my face says. Only is Oscar in there talking. “Ready for Pride, bro? I like my new thighs. You must do a lot of squats.”

What the fuck is he talking about...

Change us back man! I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t call you a faggot again, ok? And you don’t even have to pay me rent this month!

“I’ll switch you back at the end of the month, Pete. I like this body, and I want you to get to live in mine, so you can experience what it’s like to be me. It’s not so bad, and the spell made it so that being in my body makes you gay, like me. So we’re both gonna get a lot of dick and ass for the next 30 days. You can thank me later. And rent’s on me.”

He laughs at my shocked face on his face. I can’t believe this shit. But he has a point... being in Oscar’s body, seeing my own hot body being controlled by him, it’s got my new big brown cock rock hard in these cute little rainbow briefs.

“Why don’t you come over here and fuck yourself?”

He doesn’t gotta tell me twice. I’m letting him top, of course. I want to feel my own cock in me so bad.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

T & A

Working a dead end nine-to-five is never a life anyone would openly ask for. Living paycheck to paycheck, dealing with a prick of a boss that likes to dangle bonuses over us and watch us swarm on each other like a pack of rabid dogs. But what do you expect from working in a place thar hardly pays for shit? I even pick up so many extra hours by working from home that I have no social life anymore. Hell, can't even afford to go on a date.

Retreating to the metro for my short period of reprieve, I notice this man get on the same cabin as me. He was muscular as all hell, a charming face, and wearing a grey long sleeve with a pair of tan pants that- wait- is that a bulge?

Holy fuck this dude wasn't wearing any underwear! That was his probably half-hard dick!

'Fuuuuck.' I groaned internally as I felt a stirring in my pants from how overwhelmingly hot and perfect this man is.

I tried to discreetly take out my phone and sneak a pic of the Adonis before me only to be met with success. As I was accessing my gallery, my screen began glitching as soon as I accessed the photo.

"What the fuck?" I say under my breath before the screen returns to normal with a white box that gave one option.

[TRANSFER?]

My eyebrow perked at this. I tried turning off my phone but nothing was responding. Figuring it was just a small bug, I hit the button. Almost immediately the lights go off in the train which was met with screams from children, groans from the impatient riders, swears from the drunkards and homeless, and so on. But just as the lights went off they turned back on. I was hoping to pass a glance at the guy who I was eyeing until I realize I was staring at an empty seat.

Wait a minute- wasn't I just sitting there? My stuff isn't even there anymore. But if I'm no longer there, then where is the guy? With a sigh I decide to head to the bathroom on the train to try and relieve my sexual frustration. As I close the door behind me, I was met by a hand with a skin color darker than mine. Not only that there was a grey skin tight shirt in place of my tweed suit jacket. I quickly turn to the mirror and look in complete shock while I feel my dick stir.

I was the guy!

No. I was Armand. The name surfaced to my mind as if the most common knowledge I could've known.

I ran my hand along my jaw, looking into these deep brown eyes. Fuck seeing Armand up close like this was breathtaking. I could feel my breathing pick up which caused these massive pecs begin to rise and fall more prominently.

I was growing impatient and so was my dick.

I dropped the plastic bag I was holding and peeled off my shirt to reveal a hulking body full of beautifully developed muscles. As my fingers slowly glided over each of my eight new abdominal muscles, I'd involuntarily let out a low growl as a lustful smirk pulled at my lips. Even Armand's body new it was sexy!

My second hand joined the search as I closed my eyes to take in the feeling of these deeply defined abs before moving up to rest on two giant slabs of meat on my chest. I immediately began groping them, massainging them, squeezing them until I framed them in my hands to press them together.

"Nice tits." I say to my reflection in my smooth baritone voice before letting them drop from my hold. The result caused them to bounce a bit as they fell before I reached back down to finally meet my last present. My hand dived into these tan pants that showed my bulge so nicely and grabbed my now hardened fuckstick. I gave it a good squeeze and let out a sharp intake of breath over how incredibly good it felt.

"Fuck yeah..." I growl out while unzipping my pants to fish out this 10 inch beer can of a dick from their prison.

"Damn... No wonder why you don't wear underwear. This thing deserves to be free." I chuckle as I began slowly pumping it up and down while my other hand moved to continue feeling my beautiful torso.

"I'm gonna fuck so many dudes with this thing. Gotta make up for all these years working for that piece of shit boss." I grin to myself as my breathing begins to pick up from the pleasure electrifying my body. "Maybe even pay that bitch a visit and beat his greedy ass for treating us like starving dogs."

Both ideas made something primal emerge. It wasn't Armand or me. It was as if the body itself goaded these urges, wanting me to go through with it. It was so tempting. I know I could do it.

I should do it.

I will do it.

My grin became more maniacal as I gave into these desires while I began fucking into my grip while pumping my monster cock. Luckily I had enough sanity left to make sure I didn't make too much noise for anyone to hear me. Regardless I was pumping at a furious pace as my dick got red while I kissed and chewed at my python biceps.

The pleasure was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore. My eyes bugged out as I threw my head back and shot a mighty load on the graffiti etched mirror. I take the globs and rub them on my pecs and abs until it dried; all the while I had a narcisstic grin plastered on my face.

"Fuck that felt good." I laughed as I dressed myself and washed my hands afterwards.

I gave the toilet one good flush just to lower any possible suspicions and saunter over to my old spot on the train, but to my dismay I saw someone sitting there. As our eyes met, I nudge with my head for him to move and he did so immediately.

It's to be expected when you have such a powerful body like mine after all.

'That's right. This is all mine now. All this strength, these looks, this dick...yeah I could get used to this.' I think to myself as I spread my legs out to flash my half flaccid bulge while closing my eyes to enjoy the raw power coursing through my veins.

I basked in my new body for a while- maybe 30 minutes give or take- only for a new thought to surface. My stop is coming up. I get up and crack my neck as I wait for the train to come to a creaking halt. Once the doors opened I stepped out and stretched before going under my shirt to scratch my abs of a random itch.

"Now let's get this dick wet before I pay a visit to Mr. Dale tomorrow." I grin, ready for the start of my new and perfect life.

New body! New start!

As you all are aware about the party @tf-college-university is hosting soon. I've been looking for a new body and life to take over from my twinkish form. I thought it was the time to go and possess a new life and for days I've been looking for a guy came to no luck!

My good long time friend @bodyswapr mentioned about a guy called 'Bradley' who lives in Germany. Apparently he has his own businesses, rich as hell and one hot body! I decided to track him down and GOD he was PERFECT FOR ME! Poor Bradley didn't know what was coming, I happen to possessed his GF just before she met up with him, having her body was kinda sexy listening into their memories of being in bed and seeing what he was like as a boyfriend. I walked in as normal and he was all over me, he started kissing me which was that moment!

I took no chances and flew straight into his body pushing him into his girlfriend body and FUCK I FELT THE POWER STRAIGHT AWAY!

I opened my eyes and I knew straight away I was Bradly! All this strength I now have! I started flexing my biceps just to feel the pure muscle dominance this body has! God my abs were fucking amazing too!

All this power comes along with something else! My new package is a good 12incher that has nailed so many girls before especially my girlfriend but that soon changed when I dumped the girl and left her outside crying for his body back! I just laughed and said I am Bradley now.

I GOT THE LOOKS!

I GOT THE MONEY!!

I AM FUCKING MASSIVE!!

I AM FINALLY BRADLEY!

Plus I got a nice car now!

Time to turn up at @tf-college-university party and show everyone who the boss is ;)

Taking Back Youth

Evan sat at the bar ordering drink after drink. He just wanted to bury his sorrow in alcohol after his now ex-boyfriend broke things off with him. It just felt so sudden, he could’ve sworn they were doing well. Maybe he’d found another guy. Whatever the reason, he just wanted to feel better somehow…in any way.

That’s when Evan was approached by another man. The guy seemed to be in his late 50’s, perhaps early 60’s. Grey thinning hair, clean shaven save for mustache and bright blue eyes. He was in about average shape for man his age being relatively lean while also sporting a small beer gut. Despite the clear age difference with Evan being in his late 20’s, the man started hitting on Evan after introducing himself as Carl.

Evan didn’t usually consider himself the type to go for guys that much older for him nor did he consider himself a hookup kinda person but right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel good in any way possible. And so Evan drunkly flirted back with Carl. The guy was actually pretty good looking and probably could’ve been a model when he was younger.

And so the evening dragged on as before long Evan found himself walking with Carl to his home which happened to be a small apartment not far from the bar. The two began making out as soon as Carl closed the door behind him as he lead Evan towards the bed.

Evan was on top first. After a little bit of ass play he slide his dick inside Carl and began pounding away, allowing all his sorrow to fade and be consumed by pleasure. Evan fucked Carl for a good while as they switch positions until Evan was finally gearing up to cum. He was about to pull out when Carl told him not to, that he wanted Evan to breed him. Evan was happy to comply as with a few more heavy thrusts, he unloaded. Filling up Carl completely. After that Evan noticed a grin on Carl’s face that felt a little…off but he couldn’t place why.

Once Evan had a chance to catch his breath, it was now Carl’s turn on top. Evan presented his hot ass to Carl, moaning as he felt the older man’s cock invading his hole. After that Carl was like an animal. He fucked Evan long and hard while groaning and chuckling to himself as Evan’s cum dripped from his ass still. Evan was impressed that Carl, a man possibly in his 60’s, was giving him a real pounding. Then without warning Carl moaned one last time as he shot his load inside Evan.

“Hey I never said you could cum in my ass” Evan said looking back, slightly annoyed at the lack of warning.

“Doesn’t matter since that ass won’t be yours for much longer.” Carl replied, grinning.

Before Evan even had much time to process what Carl had said, he started to feel drowsy. Had he been drugged somehow? He lost all the strength in his arms as he fell face down on the bed. The last thing he felt was Carl’s body falling on top of him, his dick still inside Evan’s ass.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Carl awoke. The first thing he felt was a dick lodged up his ass as well as a body resting on top of him. He pushed the body aside and off of him, the cock pulling out of him as he did before pushing himself up off the bed with noticeably more muscular arms.

“Yes, yes it worked once again.” Carl grinned to himself as he sat up and looked down at his now much younger body before looking over at his previous old body sleeping beside him. The body swapping ritual had worked.

Carl hopped out of bed with his new energetic body before sauntering over to the full length mirror near the bed. Before him he saw Evan, the man he’d slept with before beginning to examine his new body. He pulled open the shirt Evan had been wearing to get a better look at his orange chest hair which he was rather pleased with. Not to mention the decent pair of muscular pecs he now had, far better than the sagging ones on his old body. Carl went on to flex and admire his new young muscular body until eventually, Evan began to stir.

Even blinked his eyes open to immediately see what looked to be himself stood before him. His double has his back to Evan but looked at him through the reflection of the mirror. It was then that Evan realised something was very wrong with his own body.

“Waking up I see.” Carl said with a devious smirk

“W-hat in the…f-fuck…what the fuck is happening” Evan noticed the difference in his voice mid sentence.

“To put it simply. I am you and you are me. I swapped our bodies using an ancient ritual. I won’t go into the specifics but essentially that last component needed was for us to exchange sexual fluids. Once that was done we both fell unconscious as our souls switched places.” Carl explained as he went back to flexing in the mirror.

“No…no no no this can’t be happening no…” was all Evan could say as he looked down at himself seeing the body of an old man, the one he’d fucked last night.

“When I saw you at that bar I just knew I had to try my luck but I didn’t think I’d actually get ya.” Carl chuckled. “Yet here I am with a new young hunky body. And I’m ginger now which is certainly new.” He continued, brushing a hand through his hair and beard.

Evan wanted to jump off the bed but he struggled to get up. No wonder, his body being much older and being tired after the previous night. Before he could finish getting up, Carl whipped around and waltzed over, his new hard young cock on full display before he shoved Evan back down onto the bed with one hard push.

“Lay back down old man, you need some rest after last night.” Carl laughed.

“Give me back my fucking body.” Evan spat as he glared into his own body’s eyes.

Carl bent down until his face was inches from Evan’s, smirking devilishly before giving Evan a sudden kiss. Evan was taken a back, his own body was kissing and it was surreal. Just as suddenly, Carl pulled away from the kiss. “No…this is my body now.”

After taking a couple steps back again, Carl was quick to notice Evan’s cock chubbing up. He chucked “I think you’re enjoying this more than you wanna admit.” He said as his grasped his own erection. “My god, this cock is hard as fuck. Being in that old body made me forget how good a young cock feels.” Carl stated as he gave his cock a few tugs. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of it. First thing I’m gonna do once I get to your apartment is jerk this monster off then I’ll be sure to shove it inside plenty of hot holes. And hopefully get plenty of cocks in this new juicy ass of mine.” Carl span around and gave his ass a smack and cheeky jiggle in front of Evan.

Confused Evan asked how Carl knew where his apartment was. Carl explained that he was slowly but surely gaining access to Evan’s memories as he grabbed Evan’s white briefs and slipped them on, just barely containing his erection. Evan tried to get up again to stop Carl from leaving but Carl was quick to shove him back down onto the bed. Carl picked up Evan’s black jeans before pulling the on, Evan no longer knowing what to do or say. He simply watched the thief pulled on his white socks as a tear began to fall from his eye.

“Oh come on, you’re not gonna try and make me feel bad are you?” Carl questioned as he pulled on his second sock. He walked back over beside the bed and leaned over to grab Evan’s much older cock. “Here, maybe this’ll make you feel better.” Carl said as he bent down and wrapped his lips around Evan’s cock. Evan knew he should be angry but he couldn’t help but enjoy it as Carl used his mouth and tongue to pleasure his cock in all the right ways. It was a little strange to Evan that his dick still felt slightly soft, not being able to get nearly as hard as his old one.

As Carl bobbed his head up and down he couldn’t help but rub his own erection through his jeans, still relishing in how hard his new cock felt. The more he sucked, the more he rubbed his cock. Before long, Evan began to moan as Carl quickly sucked the cum out of his cock, gulping it down. Immediately after, from all the touching Carl couldn’t help but groan himself as he busted inside his jeans.

“Fuuuck well I did want to do that at your apartment but I guess just have to clean up when I get there. No time now.” Carl stated pulling open the waistband to his jeans and underwear to see the inside stained with cum. “Good thing these jeans are black. Besides this young body will probably already be recharged by the time I get there.” He smiled snapping back the waistbands.

With that Carl slipped his feet into his new boots before grabbing his new jacket. He looked over at Evan one last time. Evan looked at him with a nasty stare, still tired after cumming just now. With that Carl turned and headed out the door and towards his new life. He just loved that as he walked down the street, nobody he passed by knew that he stolen this body or that his crotch was currently covered in cum.