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Corporate Growth

Matt’s heart started racing the instant the elevator doors opened. That was Mr. Robert’s private elevator. Any time the head of an organization this large stopped in for a visit was cause enough for anxiety, but Matt had more reason than most to be nervous. He wished most of the accounting department hadn’t already left for the day and tried not to look guilty.

“Hard at work?” Mr. Roberts smile told Matt all he needed to know. His personal assistant and shadow, Bruce, stood casually to the side, cutting off any hope of escape. Not that running would do any good if they were on to him. His only hope was trying to talk his way out of this one.

“I like to be thorough,” Matt said, smiling back.

Mr. Robert’s smiling face was cold. “Oh, I’m well aware of that. That’s actually why I’m here. I have a…special…project I need your help on.” He motioned for Matt to follow. The young man tried not to shake as he pushed his chair in and fell in line with Bruce behind him. He felt like he was marching to the electric chair. “You’ve got quite the impressive resume. Master’s in finance by the time you were 23? Head of a department this size by 28?” Mr. Roberts turned and looked Matt up and down over his shoulder. “Still find time to work out? You’ve got drive.”

Matt wished he was hearing the president and CEO sing his praises under different circumstances, but he still felt a swell of pride. He’d always excelled at just about everything. He’d gone to college on both academic and athletic scholarships, being one of those rare individuals gifted with both brains and body. If he couldn’t think his way out of a jam, his model-caliber looks could usually charm his way out. Something told him this wasn’t going to be one of those situations.

“What I can’t understand is how you thought you’d get away with it.” Matt wished he’d ran for it after all as the doors slid shut. He was so focused on his boss that he didn’t notice Bruce getting close behind him until he felt the pinch on his neck.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He spun angrily and saw Bruce holding an empty syringe gun in his hand. “What is this?!” He stepped forward but the surprisingly quick Bruce shoved him back against the wall. Matt had always been curious about the boss’s constant companion. He looked to be about Matt’s age, but the other man’s dark complexion and stocky build made it hard to tell. It was clear that “bodyguard” must have fallen under Bruce’s other duties given how strong and fast he was. Matt tried to move again but couldn’t. His head was starting to spin and his feet were rooted in place. He couldn’t even tell if the elevator was moving any more.

Mr. Roberts turned and looked Matt up and down with the same smile. “It’s not even that you stole from me that bothers me; it’s that you were so sloppy about it. I thought you were better than that. So much potential wasted,” he sighed. “Still, you have other uses.” Matt was aware enough to catch the look in Mr. Roberts’ eyes. He tried to speak, but not even his mouth would respond. All Matt could do was go wide-eyed when Mr. Roberts casually reached down, undid his fly, and fished the sizeable rod from his briefs. Matt wasn’t ready for the electric sensation Mr. Roberts’ hand sent through him. His cock was already rock hard. “You’re impressive all around,” Mr. Roberts said as he wrapped a hand around Matt’s throbbing cock. The young man couldn’t do anything but look back and forth between Mr. Roberts and Bruce while he stood in the elevator with his rigid pole sticking out. He was aware that this was clearly the result of whatever they’d stuck him with, but more and more he could only focus on the men in front of him. He was used to sizing up guys in locker rooms. Usually his above average endowment and lean, fit body put him above the rest. This was different. He wasn’t sizing the men up as competition. He was looking at them the way he looked at the third floor receptionist. He’d never noticed how handsome Mr. Roberts was. He knew his boss was in his early 40s, but it was hard to tell that by looking. He still had a full, thick head of brown hair above his tanned, unwrinkled face, and based on how he filled out his fitted suit, he was still in impressive shape.

“Looks like it’s working.” Matt was only dimly aware of Bruce’s deep voice as the other man spoke for the first time.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Mr. Roberts grabbed Matt’s cock and pulled him out of the elevator into his private penthouse office. Walking out of the elevator into the spacious room was enough to shock Matt slightly back to his senses. He’d heard stories about the luxurious office, and they hadn’t been wrong. Wall to wall windows looked out over the sprawling city and it was filled with plush leather and mahogany furniture that cost more than Matt’s house. He tried to speak again, but still his voice wouldn’t respond. “You know the company motto, Matt. We don’t let things go to waste around here. You may not have had the potential we’d hoped for in your previous position, but you’re the perfect candidate to help with one of our research projects.”

Matt’s mind was racing. He was trying to fight the overwhelming lust suddenly coursing through him. The fear and panic he felt at being frozen and exposed wasn’t helping. Mr. Roberts was circling him in a slow, predatory fashion. Matt was almost certain that whatever was about to happen would be worse than jail.

Mr. Roberts stopped circling and undid Matt’s pants. The frozen man’s heart started racing, but from fear or anticipation he couldn’t tell. The small black boxer briefs went next, causing Matt’s already throbbing cock to surge at the feeling of Mr. Roberts’ hands running down his solid legs. His long, thick rod stuck out from underneath the shirt that Mr. Roberts slowly unbuttoned.

“I imagine this is difficult for someone like you. You’re used to always being in total control, aren’t you?” The last button was undone, exposing Matt’s washboard abs and sculpted pecs. Even in his frozen state Matt felt his face flush with embarrassment at having his built, smoothly shaven body totally on display. “And my research shows you were quite the ladies man, so this…” Mr. Roberts stepped around behind to slowly pull the loose shirt free, his hands running down Matt’s thick, solid upper arms, causing the frozen man to shudder. “…must be a new experience.”

“I think he’ll do just fine,” Bruce said from behind.

Matt broke out in goosebumps when Mr. Roberts ran a hand along his defined pecs and down to his ripped, solid abs. “Of course he will! Shame about something so large,” he said, stroking the throbbing pole, “but results don’t come without a price. And I’m sure Matt here has had plenty of opportunities to use this thing.” Matt definitely didn’t like what he heard, but he loved the sensation. Mr. Roberts’ large, strong hand on his cock should have been a turn off. He was used to soft, dainty fingers wrapping around it, but if he weren’t frozen he’d be whimpering from pleasure.

“I’m sure you’re curious about what’s happening, Matt.” The naked man felt even more exposed when he was led over to one of the wall-sized windows. He knew he was too high up for anyone to see him, but it only added to his embarrassment. “There are a lot of people down there in that city with a lot of money. One of those people expressed an interest in a very specific product. We think we’ve got a working formula and you’re the lucky one that’s going to prove that. Don’t worry, I have the utmost faith in our lab, so the results shouldn’t be fatal.” Matt heard the word “fatal” from a distance. His attention was fading in and out as he had trouble focusing. “You’ve been injected with a potent mix of nanites, physical enhancers, hormones, and DNA agents. Simply put, your brain and body are being rewired and rebuilt to the buyer’s specifications.” Mr. Roberts pulled out a tablet and read from the screen. “Current stats: Six foot two, one hundred and eighty pounds, six percent body fat. Symmetrical features. Brown hair, brown eyes. IQ 118. Heterosexual.” Mr. Roberts tapped the screen a few times and held the tablet so Matt could see it. The frozen man watched in horror as the picture on the screen started changing. His proportional, sculpted pecs started puffing outwards like balloons being inflated. They went from impressive, to prominent, to impractical. They grew so large that Matt wondered if he’d even be able to clap his hands, or even keep from tumbling forward. His latter concern was addressed when his lower half started expanding to compensate. His perky, solid cheeks lifted upwards, forming an almost ninety degree angle from his lower back, before filling out. And out. And out. First he watched them push outwards from his body until they almost formed a shelf, then they started puffing outwards at the sides until it looked like he had two basketballs strapped to the back of his legs. His thighs had widened significantly to compensate, devouring the gap between his lean thighs and taking his lower half from toned to thick. His new waist seemed almost curvy. Instead of his prominent “V” shape, Matt’s torso melted inwards from the round, bulbous pecs, before flowing outwards at his meaty new thighs and ass. His arms and shoulders had grown as well, but nowhere near as much as his pecs or bouncing new cakes. His face shifted with the rest of him, his jaw becoming almost comically square while his lips filled out and his nose shrank down. His eyes went from brown to a bright, sparkling blue. Matt was horrified. The picture on the screen kept morphing back and forth between chiseled and handsome to a ditzy, exaggerated gym bunny that didn’t look anything like him.

“There are some non-visible stats as well. Homosexual, docile, and,” Mr. Roberts made a tut-tut noise and shook his head, “not very smart, I’m afraid. We anticipate the process to only take a a few days,” Mr. Roberts said as he set the tablet aside. “And as you can see, you won’t look anything like you do now. I’m sorry to say, Matt, your old life is over. You’re going to have an unfortunate accident, but from what I understand you don’t have too many people that will miss you.” He tapped the screen on his watch and Matt felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He blinked and realized he could turn his head.

“No! You can’t do this! Just turn me over to the police! I’ll pay your money back, I still have…”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Mr. Roberts said firmly. “You should have thought about all of this before you stole from me. You knew the risks.”

“But…” Matt looked down at his naked body, his face panic-stricken. “You can’t just change someone! You’re a monster! A fucking monstuuuhhhhhnnnnn…” Matt groaned with pleasure when Mr. Roberts reached out and grabbed his solid pole. Despite his angry protests, the only thing Matt felt when he looked at his tormentor was a desperate lust. “What…what did you do to me…” he panted, his chiseled pecs heaving.

“That bit about homosexual? The easiest part was rewiring your brain. It’s a bit terrifying how easy it is, actually. Once you know what to target it’s a simple matter to program in a replacement. You’re a fit, virile young man. A few small, electrical roadblocks and all those pheromone receptors and pleasure centers get rerouted. A few more and they get amplified, to the point where you can take a heterosexual male with a healthy sex drive and make him painfully attracted to other males. It doesn’t even matter what they look like. Things as subjective as attraction have been taken out of it. Your body now responds on a reflex level the second it picks up on a male scent. Whether that’ll level out at all we’re not sure, but as I’m sure you’re experiencing right now, the sensation can be quite intense.”

Matt tried to wrap his brain around what he’d just heard. If his boss was telling the truth, and his body certainly seemed to think he was, he’d just been turned into an oversexed gay guy. He thought back to all the men he’d tormented over the years. Given his impressive looks, there had been no shortage of men hitting on him over the years. He’d rarely resort to violence, but he was never kind when it happened. Now he was practically drooling over the thought of being touched by another man. His eyes were glued to the crotch of Mr. Roberts’ expensive pants and he couldn’t stop thinking about his boss’s hand wrapped around his aching dick.

Mr. Roberts laughed as Matt gasped and panted, trying to speak. “Fortunately for you, I owe Bruce here a reward for his assistance in all this.”

Matt turned and saw that Bruce had removed his suit jacket and was pulling his tie free. He actually licked his lips when the burly man started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a beefy, hairy chest and a solid, furry stomach. His broad shoulders and wide, thick arms looked almost ape-like on his shorter, stocky body, but all Matt wanted was to feel them wrapped around him.

“He IS a pretty one,” Bruce whistled, walking up to Matt and squeezing each of his solid pecs. The naked man stood a few inches taller, but seemed small when compared to Bruce’s primal masculinity. “So, straight boy,” he said with a condescending grin, “you want me to lose these pants?”

Matt practically grunted his response. “Yes!”

Bruce undid the button with a stout finger. “What’ll you give me?”

“Anything! Whatever you want!” Matt was distantly aware that he was begging another man to undress for him. He knew he should have been mortified at his behavior, but there was no room left in his brain for anything other than his unyielding attraction. He was so desperate it actually hurt.

“How about you do it?” Bruce laughed when Matt practically lunged forward. The young man’s shaking hands fumbled with the zipper and he had to try a few times to tug the tight slacks down Bruce’s wide, hairy thighs.

“UUUhhhnnnn….” Matt whimpered at the sight of Bruce’s stuffed, red jock strap and the hairy, ample globes it left exposed. He’d never been so turned on in his life.

“Not so fast,” Bruce said, slapping Matt’s hand away when he reached for the jock. “Use your mouth for this. If I feel your hands, you don’t get anything.”

Matt dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Bruce’s firm, furry muscle gut. It took all of his willpower not to reach up and grab the other man’s large cheeks. His thin lips fumbled with the elastic waistband, but just as he started to get a grip, Bruce bucked his hips. The jock was pulled free and the stuffed pouch bounced against Matt’s face. The musky smell and the sensation of the other man’s large package against his skin was overwhelming. He tried again and again but Bruce kept his hips moving, grinding the pouch into Matt’s face over and over. Matt’s mouth caught the bouncing pouch between his lips but he could never quite get a grip.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” Bruce chided. “Maybe you’ll have better luck with the back?” He turned around and let Matt fumble with his mouth at the base of his spine. Just when Matt was about to get a grip, Bruce bent forward and pressed backwards, swallowing Matt’s face between his large, hairy cheeks.

Matt should have been disgusted. He should have wanted to vomit at the salty taste and sour smell of having his face buried in another man’s ass. Instead, his tongue darted out as if it had a mind of its own.

“Using his tongue already,” he heard Bruce say. The stocky man whistled and wriggled his hips. “The ladies must have loved it when you went down on them if you did it like this.”

Matt swelled at the compliment and renewed his tongue’s assault on Bruce’s hole until the other man turned and pulled it away. The sight of Mr. Roberts watching brought Matt back to reality. He’d just been frantically eating out another man’s ass while his boss looked on. “Oh god…I…I…uuunnnmmmm…” he broke off in another pained whimper when he saw the tent in Bruce’s jock.

“Alright, for real this time. I’ll make it easy,” Bruce said, his burly arms crossed over his furry pecs.

Matt shuffled forward on his knees and gripped the elastic waist in his teeth and pulled. Bruce’s thick, solid cock sprang free, slapping him in the face. Matt rubbed his cheek against it before working the jock further down. His tongue ran down Bruce’s hairy, meaty thigh as he inched the underwear free bit by bit.

“There you go!” Bruce wagged his hard cock in front of Matt’s pleading eyes as he stepped free of the jock at his ankles. “Oh, straight boy, if you could only see yourself. On your knees, begging for another man’s cock in your mouth. Bet you never thought you’d do that, huh?” He reached down and tousled Matt’s hair. “So what’s the deal? You want me to fuck that mouth of yours?”

“Yes! Yes!” Matt practically hopped up and down on his knees. He sighed and shivered when Bruce pressed the thick head against his eager lips.

“Open up,” Bruce commanded, shoving himself inside.

“MMMMMMMMmmmmmm!” Matt tensed and came as soon as Bruce’s wide cock hit his tongue. He spasmed and sprayed load after load, never letting go of the solid organ in his mouth. Even after his impressive eruption, his stiff cock barely softened. He fought his gag reflex, swallowing as much of Bruce’s pulsing cock as he could fit in his mouth.

“He’ll be….great at…this….” Bruce sighed.

“Move him over to the couch. Let’s see how he can multitask.” Matt heard Mr. Roberts speak but was too caught up in his lust to register the rods. All he could focus on was keeping Bruce’s warm, oozing cock in his mouth while he shuffled over. When the other man had to pull out so Matt could hop up on the couch he practically impaled his mouth on Bruce the second he could. He felt Mr. Roberts’ hands gliding down his back and grabbing his ass. He purred at the sensation of his boss’s strong hands, not at all expecting the solid pole that was suddenly shoved inside him.

“OOOOOHhhhhhhOOOHhhh!” He screamed around the cock in his mouth and tried to lift his head, but Bruce held it in place. All Matt could do was writhe helplessly while he was filled from both ends. The pain he felt from his boss’s rough thrusting was nowhere close to the electric pleasure that was shooting through him. It was like all of his pleasure centers were firing at once. Every nerve in his body lit up as a wave of ecstasy pulled him into oblivion.

*****

“MMMMmmm….” Matt groaned and stretched as he came to. He blinked against the bright sunlight, confused. His body was sore, but he felt content and satisfied. He was face down on a couch that he didn’t recognize in a room that was equally unfamiliar. It wasn’t until he lifted himself up on his elbows that he realized he was naked.

“I wondered how long you’d be out.” Mr. Roberts’ sudden voice jolted Matt upright. He blushed as the final memories of his pounding ran through his head.

“Wha…oh god…it wasn’t a dream…” Matt tried not to stare as he looked at his boss’s chiseled body in nothing but a small black speedo. Mr. Roberts was in just as good of shape as himself, an impressive feat for someone that was almost twenty years his senior. There wasn’t a muscle out of place or an extra ounce of fat, and the bulge in the small speedo was ample. Matt’s cock immediately hardened, betraying him.

The older man laughed at Matt’s obvious embarrassment. “Afraid not. Things look to be progressing quite well.”

Matt stared down at himself, grabbing his chest. Already his pecs were larger. They protruded out farther and Matt’s nipples had shifted to the sides as the growing slabs of muscle expanded.

“Your ass seems to be growing a bit quicker,” Mr. Roberts said, almost clinically.

Matt jumped off the couch and reached behind. “Aaahhh! What the hell?!” Both palms were filled with ample, solid flesh and Matt paled when he looked at his noticeably rounder thighs. “Oh god…oh god…” he stared in horror at his boss and started to tremble. A part of his brain was telling him to run, or to bludgeon the other man, but his body wouldn’t respond.

“If you’re wondering why you aren’t murdering me right now, it’s because you can’t. Docile, remember? You know I don’t want you to, so you literally can’t do it. It’s the same reason you won’t call for help or try to flee.”

“No! That’s not…” even as he said it, Matt knew what the other man said was true. Just the thought of disobeying his boss was worse than his current fear. The thought fizzled, and Matt was left naked and hard, just staring at his tormentor.

“Still with me?”

Matt shook his head, unaware that he’d just spaced out. “Huh? Oh, uh…” he was having a hard time getting his thoughts together. He told himself it was just the shock and fear, not that he was losing brain cells by the minute. “Where are we? How long have I been out?”

Mr. Roberts gestured to the large, open room. There was a fireplace, sofa, and a few chairs in front of a long bar that was off to the side. The other side of the room was a long, retractable wall that was open to an expansive patio with a large pool. At the other end opposite the bar was a glass-front sauna and room filled with exercise equipment. It was starting to hit Matt just how rich his boss really was. Matt could tell the ornate little building cost more than the entirety of his own expensive loft. “This is my pool house,” Mr. Roberts said proudly. “It’s where you’ll be spending most of your time. Come with me,” he said, motioning for Matt to follow. “As for how long you’ve been out; about sixteen hours. Long enough for the changes to get well under way as you can see.”

The naked young man lumbered awkwardly behind. His boss wasn’t lying about things getting well under way. He blushed at the sensation of his enlarged cheeks and thighs moving and rubbing when he walked. His aching, bobbing cock didn’t help either. In any other circumstances, he would have loved his surroundings. The large pool was ringed by cabanas and loungers, looking for all intents and purposes like a tropical resort. To Matt it might as well have been a prison. Given what he knew was happening to himself, and what was coming, he might have preferred prison.

He followed his boss around the side of the pool house to where a large shower head hung off the side, surrounded by lush vegetation. “Here’s your shower,” Mr. Roberts said, gesturing to the area that was just barely obscured from the main patio. Matt paled as he had a vision of himself in his altered body, showering in front of a patio full of people. He started to protest, but his voice dried up in his throat when his boss casually stripped off his speedo, letting his long hose and heavy balls fall free. “Just got out of the sauna,” he said as he stepped under the shower and motioned for Matt to follow.

Matt’s enlarged chest rose and fell rapidly as he stepped forward. He shivered when his boss’s hands reached up and ran across his changing pecs. The water streaming down his head and shoulders accentuated their growing roundness. “Mmmmmm….” Matt whimpered despite himself. In addition to growing larger, they were increasingly sensitive.

“Someone likes that,” Mr. Roberts grinned, causing Matt to blush at the condescending tone. Part of his brain still wanted to turn and run. The old Matt was still in there, screaming at himself to stop what he was doing. But watching his boss’s cock twitch while he stroked his chest, the growing young man stayed firmly in place. “These really will be impressive, but I’m more interested in your receptiveness. You blacked out on us last time.”

Matt’s whole body turned purple with embarrassment when he thought back to the dual stuffing he’d received in his boss’s office. He remembered having Bruce’s thick tool between his lips and how good it had felt when his boss shoved himself inside. The last thing he remembered was his entire body feeling like it was melting. He almost eagerly turned when his boss motioned towards the wall, instinctively sticking his inflated cheeks out. Again he railed against himself when his boss’s hands grabbed his sides. Mr. Roberts’ strong fingers stroked his abs and drifted down around his aching cock without actually touching it, causing Matt to whimper quietly. The old part of himself tried desperately to move out of the way when he felt the other man’s stiff organ caressing the dimpled sides of his increasingly expansive rear, but he was rooted in place.

“GgggnnnnnnOOOOHHHH!” Matt grunted and bellowed when his boss shoved himself inside. His eyes felt like they would bug out of his skull at the intensity. He was at least grateful that, as a result of whatever was happening to him, this time there was no pain. Instead it was like he was experiencing every orgasm he’d had in the past year all at once. He bent forward and thrust back harder, his voracious hole and mountainous cheeks grabbing his boss’s dick like a fist. The old Matt wished he would have passed out again instead of whining and groaning like a cat in heat. He was dimly aware that his own untouched cock was spraying load after load, but his intense new hunger never faded. He pounded his fists against the wall and howled like an animal, his entire body lighting up with new, overwhelming sensation. His meaty new pecs bounced while he writhed, causing jolts of pleasure to run down his spine as the thick slabs fell up and down. By the time Mr. Roberts sprayed his own load inside the squirming young man, Matt had lost count of how many times he’d cum. Based on how horny he still was, it might as well have been zero.

“Outstanding!” Mr. Roberts pulled himself free and finished rinsing off as though he’d just finished a set in the gym. “Once things settle I’ve no doubt you’ll be the perfect marketing tool for us.”

Matt heard Mr. Roberts from a distance. The lustful haze was slow in clearing from his increasingly addled thoughts. His old voice, the one that was telling him this was all wrong, was becoming harder to hear. He knew his boss was talking, but he couldn’t follow what was being said.

“I don’t think he was paying attention, sir.” Matt blushed when he saw Bruce standing in the pool house, but whether it was from humiliation or arousal he wasn’t sure. The stocky man was dressed for the office, in his tight slacks and form-fitting button-down shirt. He grinned at Matt as he watched the distracted young man stare firmly at Mr. Robert’s tight, perky ass.

“That’s alright,” Mr. Roberts said, clapping Matt on the shoulder. “I know things are rattling around and loosening up in that head of yours.”

“No! I’m not…I just can’t…” Matt shook his head and tried to force himself to look away while his boss pulled on a pair of tiny red briefs that accentuated his tiny waist and girthy package perfectly. He realized he’d trailed off mid-sentence yet again. “Why can’t I focus on anything?!”

“You’ve already demonstrated that you can focus on the only thing that’s important to you from now on,” Mr. Roberts said cheerfully. He took a small wad of fabric from Bruce and handed it to Matt. “These are your old size. For comparison’s sake I figured we’d see how they fit.”

Matt slid the purple briefs on, wincing at how tight the leg openings were on his expanding thighs. As expected, his growing ass hung out the back, while his semi-hard cock tented out the front so that his balls were visible through the opening. He felt more than saw the last part since his expanding pecs obscured his view. His stomach dropped as he turned and looked at his reflection. Already he looked like a different person. His thighs were significantly thicker and his ass was already so round he didn’t understand how it could possibly get bigger. Since they were expanding more than the rest of his torso, his pecs just looked cartoonish.

“Let’s see how long those last,” Mr. Roberts said, entirely amused by the sight. “Go ahead and entertain yourself out here for a while. I have a few meetings, but we’ll be going out later.” He looked Matt up and down again and nodded towards the patio. “You’re looking a little pale…why don’t you lay out and get some sun? I’ll be back before you know it. By then I’m thinking the changes should be just about nearing completion.”

With that, Matt was left alone. He stared at his reflection in disgust for a while longer before he felt a compulsion to go outside like Mr. Roberts had said. His eyes darted around as his old self screamed at him to make an escape, but instead of running he stretched out on a lounger and drifted off in the warm air and sun. The warm summer day, coupled with his ever-present lust, did nothing to help him focus. He felt like he was drunk. Thoughts would bubble close to the surface but submerge again before he could fully form them, leaving him in a haze. He tried to think of anything; old phone numbers, business theories, spreadsheets from work, how much money he had in his account, but they all started to fade. By the time he realized he didn’t even remember his own number he was too out of it to care. The world melted away to nothing but the warm air on his changing skin.

A loud rip brought him back from the brink of sleep. He’d rolled over on his stomach, unaware of how tight his underwear was becoming until he heard a tear and felt a rush of air on his now-exposed cheeks. He was horrified at the implications, or at least he felt like he should be, as he rolled back over and struggled the tight briefs down his officially large thighs. He held them up and stared at the gaping hole in the back, feeling like he should be reacting, before casually tossing them aside and rolling back onto his stomach. Being naked felt better anyway.

“Look at that tan!” Matt stirred at the sound of his boss’s voice. When he opened his eyes the sun was going down, meaning he’d spent the entire day sunning himself on the patio. He grinned sleepily up at Mr. Roberts, his heart racing at the sight of the handsome man. “How long were you out here?”

Matt’s brow furrowed as he thought about it. He had no idea. He didn’t even remember where he was. Part of him felt scared at that thought until he looked up at his boss. Just the sight of the other man was calming and reassuring. “I don’t know,” he shrugged with a dim smile. He liked the way the older man was looking at him.

“It looks like things have settled into place. How do you feel?”

Matt stretched lazily on the lounger before struggling to his feet. He wobbled, his balance thrown off by his exaggerated new proportions. That fear he’d started to feel a few seconds before came rushing back when he looked down and couldn’t see past his bulbous, solid pecs. He reached up and prodded them, shivering when his probing fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. “Whoa…” he gasped, looking up at Mr. Roberts in confusion. He’d already forgotten the question.

“You should see the rest of you!” Mr. Roberts led the stumbling man back into the pool house so he could see his reflection.

“Is that….me?” Matt gaped, more in surprise than horror. The man in the mirror was all chest and ass, with a long, thick cock hanging between his round, juicy thighs. He giggled when he jerked his shoulders and caused his pecs to bounce heavily, but they were nothing compared to the dribbling basketballs attached to his lower half. The slightest movement of his hips caused the enormous cheeks to shake and jiggle. He didn’t know why he kept staring at his face. The thick, full lips and bright blue eyes looked wrong. While he pursed his new mouth and made a duck face he had a momentary flash of a different man in the mirror. This man was sculpted and proportional. He didn’t have the impressive pecs and thick cakes that Matt did. The sight brought his fear back. All of a sudden his muscle tits and impossible ass were revolting. The room around him spun as he started to panic.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Mr. Roberts’ cheerful voice and calming hand on his lower back eased Matt’s sudden terror. The younger man’s heart started racing for an entirely different reason as his boss’s hand crested the summit of his cheeks and squeezed.

“Uh-huh!” Matt chirped. There was still a nagging voice in his head, but his boss seemed happy, so he should too.

“I’m so glad you like it. Bruce here has something for you to put on. There are some gentlemen who want to meet you.”

Matt’s thick new lips tingled at the sight of the stocky man. He wanted Bruce’s thick, wide dick in his mouth again but the shorter man just handed him a sparkly gold thong. He had to use Bruce for support as he bent and struggled to pull the thong on. His mountainous pecs and inflated arms were making things difficult. He giggled when he felt the string slide between his cheeks. He couldn’t see what it looked like over the new additions to his chest, but in the mirror he saw his semi-hard cock thrusting the pouch out and his balls squishing out the sides. When a pair of bright purple hightops followed, Matt had to let Bruce put them on. He didn’t have the coordination or the range of motion to bend over and put them on, let alone tie them.

“Let’s fix your hair,” Bruce said, motioning for Matt to lean forward. Matt wiggled his plump cheeks for Mr. Roberts while he did so until his blonde hair had been gelled into place. “There we go big guy,” Bruce said, patting Matt on his bulky new chest.

The young man stood and looked at the curvy, disproportionate go-go boy in the mirror. His stuffed gold thong sparkled to match his deeply tanned skin, and his bright purple shoes immediately drew attention to his wide, squeezable legs. “I look aaaaamazing!” Matt clapped his hands, his wide new pecs bouncing, before flexing an inflated arm. He turned to the side and wagged his hips, shaking and jiggling his rotund rear end.

Matt mistook the reason for Mr. Roberts’ approving smile. True, the young, bouncing sex god flexing in the mirror was a sight to behold, but that alone wasn’t the cause of his joy. The older man knew that deep inside the dimwitted young man still lurked the old Matt. Underneath those thick pecs and nature-defying cheeks was the smug, straight stud who’d tried to steal from him. Now, not only was he set up to make a killing off the successful experiment, he got his revenge at the same time. He’d considered selling the young man, but the more he watched Matt flex and grope himself, he decided to keep him.

“Alright, Matt, we have to get going. There are some men who are very eager to meet you.” Mr. Roberts watched a shadow cross Matt’s sparkling blue eyes as his old self wrestled with what was happening.

It passed quickly. “Okay!” Matt shrugged, his bulbous new pecs jumping. He was all smiles as he lumbered along behind and his new cheeks rippled with motion. He felt like he was forgetting something important, but it was taking most of his concentration not to stumble over his reshaped legs. Just when he felt like he could put his finger on it, it would slip away. Something about his reflection didn’t look right. He was all wrong.

Bruce squeezed one of Matt’s dimpled cheeks when the altered man paused to stare at his reflection. “Keep up, bud, we’re on a schedule.”

Matt shivered against Bruce’s hand on his inflated rear. It felt fantastic. Everything did. He blinked at the stocky man, trying to remember what he’d just been thinking about. “Sorry!” He chirped, letting Bruce take his hand to pull him along. Whatever he’d been worried about melted away at the sight of the burly man and the feel of his strong hands. Matt couldn’t figure out why he’d be worried at all. There was nowhere he’d rather be.

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To Be Japanese

July 24th, 2020

-"Welcome to the BBC's special coverage of the Olympic games!" The newscaster said in a cheerful voice as the tv displayed a wide shot of the new Japan National Stadium.

-"Shit" Said Simon as he placed some food and drinks on the table in front of his sofa. -"Where the hell are they?" Thought Simon as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and called his best friend.

-"Hey Alex where the hell are you guys? The opening ceremony is just about to begin" Said Simon as he looked at the tv.

-"We are stuck in traffic, a trolley crashed a few blocks away so things are moving rather slowly, we might not make it" Said Alex

-"That's awful" Said Simon as he sat down on the sofa with a little bit of sadness to his voice.

-"I know, but don't worry we might make it to the flags and athletes parade" Said Alex.

-"Okay then, I'll be waiting for you guys, I've already got everything prepared" Said Simon as he looked away from the tv towards the huge amount of food he had specifically cooked for today.

-"Thanks mate, I'll see you later" Said Alex

-"Bye" Said Simon as he hung up and placed his phone on the table next to the food and started watching closer the events that were unfolding on the tv.

Even though Simon was happy that the Olympics were just about to begin a little bit of sadness had infiltrated his thoughts, he hadn't seen his friends in a while and today was supposed to be the day that they reunited with Alex after he had gone on an exchange program to America for almost a whole year.

-"We are being told that the ceremony is just about to begin so let us be quiet as it starts" The newscaster said interrupting in the process Simon's train of thought.

-"Great!" Thought Simon as the tv screen momentarily became black and the 2020 Olympics logo appeared.

What followed was a dozen or more wide shots of different parts of Japan, Simon happily looked at the screen as he remembered the time he had also participated in the exchange program, instead of being sent to boring old America Simon was sent to Japan and during the time he lived there he slowly fell in love with the country and its people.

It is kind of ironic that Simon's favorite international sports event was taking place in what had to be his second favorite country in the world but that just only made the whole situation better.

Once the scenery shots were over Simon was treated by a small type of film depicting the evolution of Japanese society from the inception of the country all the way through the twenty-first century.

-"Shit" Said Simon in a low voice as he noticed that his dick had suddenly become hard, the reason for why this had happened was very simple, during the short film a lot of muscles and extremely manly Japanese men were shown.

This brought back to Simon the memories of the hundreds of times he had encountered similarly beautiful but muscular men in the Tokyo area, from the rich-looking salaryman whose suit showed perfectly the hard-worked muscles that we're underneath to the young hunk that lived in the apartment next to him.

For Simon, it was a fact that Japanese culture had a certain erotic quality to it, and men were always depicted as being very strong and proud about being born in the land of the rising sun.

To that, you also have to add the language, for many people French is the language of love but for Simon it was Japanese, he remembered vividly how even the young hunk that lived next to him had a mature and commanding tone to every word he said in his extremely mystical native language.

-"Get a hold of yourself" Thought Simon as he tried to control his sexual impulses -"What would happen if your friends arrive while you're here masturbating away?"

Simon got up from the sofa and walked towards his bathroom, once there he turned on the sink and started to wash his face with some water while he waited for the moment his erection would disappear.

-"Gosh I just wish I was Japanese" Though Simon as he left the bathroom once the fire in his pants had finally faded.

Suddenly while Simon entered the living room his large tv started displaying static.

-"Not again!" though Simon as he sat down on the sofa and waited for the signal to return, this situation wasn't new as for the past few day's Simon's tv would momentarily lose the signal before returning a few minutes later.

-"At least it returned fast this time" Thought Simon as the tv now displayed the Japanese flag waving in the air over a cherry blossom tree.

For a moment everything seemed normal as Simon thought that the Japanese flag being displayed in front of him was part of the opening ceremony yet this couldn't be further from the truth.

-"Remove your Clothes" Suddenly appeared on the screen.

-"Remove my clothes?" Said Simon as he finished reading the phrase displayed on the screen -"Why would the BBC broadcast something like this?" thought Simon as he grabbed the remote in order to change the channel but nothing happened.

-"Remove your clothes please" Now appeared on the screen which made Simon scared as his tv seemed to be possessed by something.

-"Remove your clothes now" At this point when this exact phase appeared on the screen Simon lost control of his body, his hands immediately moved towards his shirt which he promptly removed and placed on the sofa, this was followed by his jeans, underwear, and shoes.

Now that Simon was fully naked a new message appeared on the screen -"Masturbate"

-"No!" Simon said out loud but his body didn't obey him as his left hand grabbed his small dick and started pumping it up and down.

-"Fuck!" Simon said as his dick became erect again while his left hand continued moving up and down through the small length of his dick.

As Simon continued masturbating his dick appeared to be growing larger and larger until it reached almost ten inches in length, his balls also grew larger and they started pumping more hormones into Simon's bloodstream.

Suddenly the message on the screen changed -"You are six feet two in height" Now appeared on the screen.

The moment Simon read that his height grew to an impressive six feet two.

-"Your body is a balanced temple of pure muscle" Then appeared on the screen, almost immediately as Simon continued masturbating he felt a weird cracking and pulling sensation that concentrated around his legs.

-"What the hell is happening?..... Shit" Said Simon in pure pain as his quads, glutes, hamstrings, and calves almost simultaneously exploded outwards as new muscle grew in them at a rapid pace.

From there Simon's upper body also started changing, the first thing that happened was that all of the adipose tissue that was stored around Simon's abdominal and chest area disappeared, once that was out of the way a six-pack carved itself onto Simon's newly flat abdomen, meanwhile, in his chest area, an enviable pair pecs grew into existence.

As the changes in Simon's trunk came to a close his arms developed larger biceps, triceps, and forearms that perfectly complimented the rest of his new muscled body.

The last real changes in terms of new muscle growth were concentrated around Simon's back as it became more rigid and defined.

Once the changes seemed to be over Simon looked down at his new muscled body, if he wasn't that scared he would've thought that whatever was happening to him was a blessing, never in his life he would have imagined that he would have the body that he now possessed, every new gain of muscle was symmetrical with the next, the new v-shape his upper body now sported perfectly complimented all of the new muscles that had recently grown out of his previously unhealthy frame.

Even though at this point Simon thought all the changes were finally over a new message from the tv shattered his hopes.

-「あなたは日本人です」 (You are Japanese).

With the small knowledge of Japanese Simon still retained after not using the language in a while he was able to fully read what the tv was displaying.

-"That isn't true!" Said Simon out loud as if trying to fight the forces that had brought on the changes to his body.

-「あなたは日本で2人の愛情深く勤勉な日本人の両親に生まれました」 (You were born in Japan to two loving and hardworking Japanese parents) Now appeared on the screen as if it was having a conversation with Simon.

-"No!" Simon said as the skin all over his body lost its white coloration as it slowly developed a more yellowish/tan tone to it.

The small brown hairs that were littered all around Simon's body fell down to the floor and disappeared leaving him completely waxed from head to two, not even Simon's pits were spared as they became completely smooth to the touch.

-"I'm not Japanese I was born in Britain!" Said Simon in a more quiet town as all of the convictions he previously had to fight the changes disappeared.

With that Simon's face finally changed, firstly all of the small imperfections on Simon's face disappeared as his skin became smooth and clean, then all of his distinctive Anglo-Saxon characteristics became replaced by Asian ones, his eyes became oval in shape while his iris's darkened to black, his nose became thinner at the top and a little wider at the base, his lips became plumper, around his new and improved lips a well kept black goatee grew and for last his head structure became more defined and oval-shaped just like his new eyes.

Lastly, the small amount of hair that Simon had which was concentrated around his private area, and his scalp darkened from a chestnut coloration to a dark black tone.

-「おやおや」 (Oh fuck) Said Simon now in perfect Japanese as every last knowledge of the English language was rapidly replaced.

-"私の後に繰り返して" (Repeat after me) Now appeared on the tv as Simon was about to cum.

-"私は日本人です" (I am Japanese).

Simon without much resistance easily repeated the phrase that now appeared on the tv.

-「私は東京で生まれました」 (I was born in Tokyo) Appeared on the tv and yet again Simon also said this but this time with much more conviction.

-「日本人であることを誇りに思います」 (I'm proud to be Japanese) Said Simon just as the tv displayed the same exact message.

-"出身はどちらですか?" (Where are you from?) Now appeared on the tv as if directly asking Simon.

-「日が昇る国、日本から来ました」 (I'm from Japan, the land of the rising sun) Said Simon proudly in a battle type scream as thick drops of cum were ejected from his dick.

Once Simon had said that the tv returned to its previously normal state as it now displayed the interior of the filled Japan national stadium.

Meanwhile, Simon who's body had finally stopped changing walked towards a mirror close to the living room.

-「それは私ですか？」 (Is that me?) Said Simon in a low voice as the image of a quintessentially handsome young Japanese man looked back at him.

After touching every new feature in his face Simon could only say one thing with a big smile -「でももちろん私です、やっぱりイム・ジャパニーズ (But of course it's me, after all, I'm Japanese)

Once Simon said that his body suddenly started floating slowly through the air towards the tv, as it did Simon's private area was covered by a white fundoshi which left the rest of his body completely exposed, meanwhile around Simon's head a traditional hachimaki headband formed, once these new clothes were in place Simon's body entered the tv as if like entering the ocean, for a moment this made him close his eyes but by this point, he wasn't scared anymore, in fact, he was rather happy for things to go through their course.

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When Simon opened his eyes he immediately noticed that he wasn't in his flat anymore, instead, he was on a large platform at the highest point of the stands of the Japan National Stadium with two wooden sticks in his right hand while his body was positioned in front of a large and beautifully decorated drum.

Simon looked at his sides and saw that he wasn't alone as there were dozens of muscled Japanese men just like him standing in front of their own drums.

Before Simon could do anything else the men around him positioned themselves towards the drums, Simon immediately copied the action of the men almost in a robotic type fashion.

A few seconds later all of the men including Simon started playing the drums, their hands and body movements were in complete sync with each other.

Every time Simon hit his drum with one of the sticks his identity and memories slowly started changing.

Bang...

The name Simon disappeared from the new man's head as he now recognized himself as Seichi.

Bang...

25 years worth of memories of living in the Japanese archipelago entered Seichi's mind, this also included memories of new family members, friends, and relationship's

Bang...

A sense of pride and happiness flooded Seichi's head as he continued playing the drums and proudly showing the talent and culture of the Japanese people to the whole world.

Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...

Once Seichi together with the other men had finished playing the drums they turned around and bowed with pride as the stadium erupted with applause.

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This story was developed together with Transfer VPN so I'm sorry if it seems very similar 😔.

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Mistake of a Lifetime

Another story at last! This time written in collabortion with the wonderful @idesofrevolution! Hope you enjoy it!

Just as an FYI, I will finsh off the asks I've got over the past couple days, after that I'll be closing my asks temporarily!

“Dude, this vacation idea was so good! I still can’t believe you convinced our parents to go through with it!”

“I've told you a million times, Drew. You just tell them some crap about 'seeing the world and experiencing other cultures' and they'll roll over and do whatever you want.”

Drew and his twin Will had just stepped off the plane in Brazil. It had thrilled their parents when Will had asked for them to pay for this trip, their sons finally branching out from their sheltered lives. Little did they know Drew and Will only wanted to continue their spoiled lives of drinking, partying, and fucking pussy.

The two continued to fuck around as they made their way through customs, not paying any attention to anything besides each other and any hot chicks they walked past. Eventually they reached the baggage carousel, grabbing the two bags they thought were theirs and heading off into the hot Brazilian weather without a second thought.

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It took them until they reached the hotel that they realised they had the wrong bags. The ones they’d picked up were close enough in colour and size that it had been easy for the pair to pick them up by accident when they hadn’t been paying much attention, but being stuck without their clothes would make this trip a lot harder.

“What the hell are we going to do about this?” Will asked as they opened the first of the cases. The clothes they found inside were both too large for them, and nothing close to the rich, preppy look both usually went for.

A mischievous smirk spread over Drew’s face as he opened the second case and pulled something out. “You telling me you don’t want to wear this?”

Drew held up what was probably the most horrific thing Will had ever seen. Purple and skimpy but definitely made for a man. He couldn’t quite believe any guy would want to wear something like that. “Fuck off!” Will shoved his brother away, not wanting him to bring the offending garment any closer. “If you’re so desperate to wear strangers' clothes, why don’t you put it on?”

“Nah, that’s more my style.” Drew nodded towards the other open case next to Will, specifically the gold necklace lying on top of what looked like gym clothes. “Pass it over dude, if I’m trying on any of this shit, it's that.”

“This?” Will lifted the necklace up so both could see it easily. “I dunno, I think I might have to take this one, bro. You can wear that stupid thing if you’re desperate.” Will unclasped the necklace and slid it around his neck, fiddling with it for a second as he tried to reattach it. “What’d you think dude? Kind of suits me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but you totally pussied out, bro. I’ll put it on if you’re too chickenshit to wear it.”

Will raised an eyebrow in surprise as he watched Drew pull his clothes off. “You really going to wear that crap?”

Drew grinned as he stood naked in front of his brother. “If it’ll prove I’ve got more balls than you, then totally!”

Drew pulled the purple garment up over pale, skinny legs and tied each side as best he could. It was still loose on him, the front pouch for his cock and balls especially, but it was worth looking a little stupid in them to show up his twin. Something started to feel funny after a minute of wearing it though. Tiny spots of pain tingled over his chest and arms, and the front pouch started to feel tighter around Drew’s soft cock. He moaned slightly as he realised his cock was growing longer and thicker until Will could see a very impressive bulge where the pouch of the stolen clothing had been loose before.

“Errrmm, Drew…? I think you need to take those off. Something weird is happening…”

Drew could only reply with a low groan and a hand gripping his new cock, getting slightly lost in the heavy smell that started to fill the room. The smell only got stronger as time passed and Drew continued to change, tattoos now fully formed on his chest and arms as they filled out with muscle. The changes only sped up as Drew got more turned on; his body filling out with muscle and the fresh masculine scent coming from himself proving too much for him to handle. Every inch of his body was growing. Muscles he’d had no luck with at the gym bulged larger and larger as Drew stroked his cock. It took a minute for him to realise his cock was getting longer and thicker with each stroke. The 5.5 inches he started with nothing compared to the beastly 11 inches it ended up at.

Drew was fine with all the changes that’d happened so far. The muscles felt pretty nice, and he could probably get used to the tattoos, even if they wouldn’t have been his first choice. He’d miss his hair. It’d vanished at some point when he was too distracted by the rest of his body, being bald now would take a little getting used to. It’s what came next that made him panic. He watched his body in the mirror as his skin tanned, then went obviously past that as his face shifted and warped.

It took a couple of minutes to fully settle, but once it had, Drew couldn’t help but check out his new body in the mirror. Gripping the tip of his chiselled chin, a mischievous smile crawled across his thick, plump lips. He had to admit; he looked pretty good. Drew thought he’d hate being black, but that tone had started to shift in his mind. He could see his entire lean, mocha body; it actually wasn’t too bad. The dark skin and bald head were totally alien feelings, but something about how different it was turned him on massively, as his already bulbous bulge began to inflate even further in the musky confines of the thong.

“Fuck Will, you’ve gotta try this. This cock feels fuckin’ gooood.” Drew grabbed his slowly hardening cock and waved it in his brother's direction, laughing to himself in the process. “And can you smell that? God damn I smell good!” Raising a hand to his face, he got a full blast of his hypnotic cock funk, but as he glanced over at his brother, he stood frozen with a look of horror at the sudden transformation of his twin. With a newfound sense of sexual prowess, Drew reached out and pulled Will's face into his armpit, into the intoxicating but unfamiliar scent that’d graced his new buff body. “Breathe it in bro, don’t you agree this body smells great?”

Will’s body underwent a very similar transformation as he forcibly breathed in Drew’s new musk. Muscles and dark skin pushing their way out of Will’s otherwise skinny white body even more rapidly than Drew. His short hair spilled out into tight dreads as he inhaled, and his body expanded with muscle in every direction. He could feel himself grow bigger and taller with every breath, and to even Drew’s surprise, surpassed his former twin's already impressive physique.

A buttery, velvety musk of his own poured from his hairy pits and sweaty feet, the latter of which had tickled Drew’s attention. Will was overcome with an air of dominance, of a confident swagger and a constant, almost playful need to tease. He looked down at Drew with a naughty smirk, relishing in the new power dynamic. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his new reflection and was entranced.

“Shit, that’s really me, ain’t it?” Will said as he finally got a good look at himself in the mirror. Hands traced over his new tattoos and towards his head, the facial hair and dreads being a totally new feeling for the voluptuous new himbo. “I’m pretty damn hot, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah you are bro…” Drew was suddenly unsure of himself. He could obviously recognise an attractive dude when he saw one, he was straight, not blind, but now it felt different. It felt the same as when he would always check out girls. But shit, those muscles, those feet, that musk, that cock… it was all looking pretty damn tasty.

Will was busy admiring his new self when he heard his brother's slightly panicked voice. “There’s something wrong dude. I don’t think these bodies are exactly straight?” Teetering in the back of his mind, Will knew he should care, he really should. But as lust flooded his brain, something about his and his brother’s body was getting him hard, though. Really hard. He knew Drew was right, and as much as that scared him, he was horny as fuck looking at himself and his brother in the mirror.

"Nah, we're definitely not straight dude." He raised an eyebrow at his brother behind him, eyes tracing over his muscular form. "Not with how damn good you look right now."

"What the fuck, man! You shouldn't be saying shit like that, you're my brother!" Will grinned, pulling his brother's body flush with his own by his hips. "Not right now we're not." Firmly grabbing hold of Drew’s throbbing package, he seized the moment of his open, gasping mouth and plunged his tongue past those delectable lips.

Their wet, sticky bodies grinding against each other brought out a carnal, animalistic desire in each of them. The feeling of each other’s groping, prodding hands sliding across their firm muscles was nearly orgasmic in its own right; it was so enveloping and so inebriating that their inhibitions naturally melted away entirely.

Drew dropped to his knees, taking Will’s funky, throbbing, uncut cock into his mouth. Throwing his head back, Will groaned and moaned at the expert tongue work around his tip. Drew, for his part, savoured the salty, savoury taste of Will's massive member slipping effortlessly deep down his throat. Will grabbed his head and began to thrust, growling and allowing filthy thoughts and words to flow from his leering lips. The pace picked up, pendulous balls slapping Drew’s chin with wet and sloppy sounds of slurping echoed almost cavernously in the room.

“Fuck yeah, take it. That’s right, suck my musky dick… Fuuuuuuck yeah… deep down there. Fuck yeah, I’m gonna blow…” Drew could feel Will throbbing quicker and quicker until he could taste the salty, sweet cum stream down his throat. As if drinking straight from the tap, he gulped down shot after shot of Will’s thick load as if he’d done it a million times before. Finally releasing Drew’s head from his spearing cock, the two eagerly let their lips meet them once again, falling onto the bed, locked in a deep tongue tussle for a considerable time.

Both men lay panting, sweating heavily and reveling in the pungent smell of sex mixed with their own masculine scents.

"We're not swapping back this holiday, are we?" Drew asked after once he finally caught his breath. Will laughed.

"Not a damn chance.” Peering down at his chiselled and sparkling body, he draped his leg atop Drew’s, letting their sticky toes playfully nip each other. “I dunno if I ever want to leave this body, honestly."

"Would it be crazy if we just stayed here? There're wallets and IDs in those suitcases…" Will swung himself atop Drew, straddling his warm, pillowy pecs with an impish smirk.

"Not at all, babe. Not at all."

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Hey is the shop still open. I was wondering if I could get a chav costume?

Perfect, try this necklace on I say as soon as it rests around your neck your larger body begins to shrink, your age quickly reduces as well

You crotch there, smoke in hand looking at me intensely. What the bloody fuck are you staring at ya wanker! you shout your Cali accent now heavily Scottish. But soon your body shakes again as the chain transforms you again.

Your new Trackie encases your body as you end up becoming an 18 year old chav who recently dropped out of school to hang with your mates but somehow you ended up in the states and now you and your mates make the most of your new surroundings. You feel energized, alive, a new view on life as you want to work some mediocre construction job, maybe landscaping build your muscles but be able to hang with your mates. You stomp out your lit fag before leaving to enjoy the new you. Fook Yeah you shout leaving the store.

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Alright, so I've got a story for you: A few months ago, this virus outbreak began to spread. At first, no one thought much of it. Just another flu, they said. But as the days went by, it became clear that it was anything but. This virus targeted men specifically, and it had some rather… interesting side effects.

It started off innocently enough. A cough here, a sniffle there. But then the symptoms began to worsen. Men would complain of headaches, nausea, and fatigue. They would become more irritable, more aggressive. And then, almost overnight, they would transform.

Their bodies would become bulkier, their muscles more pronounced. Their faces would become rougher, more rugged. And there was a distinct change in their smell. They would emit this musky, earthy scent, one that could best be described as… chavvy. And their minds… well, let's just say they weren't exactly firing on all cylinders anymore.

They became dumb, simple-minded. All they could think about was getting their next fix. They craved cock, constantly. It consumed their thoughts, their desires. They would do anything, and I mean anything, to get a taste.

And don't get me started on their dicks. They would grow, thick and heavy, almost comically so. And they were always hard, always ready. It was like they were in a perpetual state of arousal.

And so, the virus spread. Men would succumb to its effects, one by one. They would lose themselves, their identities, their memories. They would become mindless, obedient. Their only purpose in life was to serve, to pleasure.

They would gather in groups, these chavs. In abandoned warehouses, dark alleys, wherever they could find. And there, they would engage in the most debauched acts. It was like watching animals in heat, all snarling and growling and fucking. They would take turns, servicing each other, sucking, spitting, swallowing. It was a mess, a chaotic, cum-covered mess.

It was a lonely night, but that's when they would appear. Two chavs, their bodies glistening with sweat, their cocks swollen and leaking. They would grab me, hold me down, and before I could protest, they would be on me.

Their lips would meet mine, their tongues wrestling for dominance. And as they kissed, I could taste it. That musky, salty taste. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. I had been infected before, but this was different. This was something else entirely.

Their hands would roam my body, feeling every inch, every curve. And as they touched me, I could feel their desire, their hunger. It was like a fire, burning inside me. I needed to feel them, to taste them.

And so, I would reach down, my hands fumbling, shaking. I would find their cocks, thick and heavy in my grasp. And as I touched them, I could feel their power, their strength. It was like holding a wild animal, untamed and dangerous.

I would stroke them, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Their groans would fill the air, mingling with the sounds of sex. And as they moaned, I could feel their pleasure, their ecstasy. It was all-consuming, overwhelming.

And then, with one final stroke, they would cum. Thick ropes of cum, hot and sticky, covering my face, my body. It was like being baptized, purified. And as their cum touched my skin, it would begin its work.

I would feel it, the change. It would start at my core, a warmth spreading throughout my body. And as it spread, I could feel my mind, my thoughts, slipping away. I was becoming one of them, a mindless, obedient chav.

I would look down at my body, at my now chavvy form. My muscles were larger, more defined. My face was rougher, more rugged. And I could smell it, that musky, earthy scent. It was me, a part of me.

And so, I would join them, my fellow chavs. We would gather in our secret places, our cock-sucking dens. And there, we would engage in the most debauched acts. It was like being in a trance, all thoughts, all desires centered on cock.

And as I sucked, as I spit, as I swallowed, I would feel it. The power, the pleasure, the ecstasy. It was like being in a drug-induced haze, a constant state of arousal. And I loved it. I craved it. I needed it.

And so, the virus continues to spread. Men will become mindless, obedient. They will lose themselves, their identities, their memories. They will become chavs

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Chav TF Ryan

After shopping for a birthday present at the mall, you stop by the food court for something to eat. You grab a burger and fries from Maccies and sit down at a table, idly people watching over your meal deal. You notice a chavvy lad sitting a few tables away and you think he looks kinda hot. Nylon trackies, puffa jacket, Nike Tn sneakers, close cropped haircut and an attitude to match.

He pulls out a vape pen and you watch as he takes a couple of hits. He doesn’t care that he is sitting right in front of a sign proclaiming “Smoking or vaping is prohibited in the mall”. A couple of other chavvy lads wander over with food and sit down while they eat. They share some hits off his vape, before wandering into the mall leaving him alone again.

A food court employee stops at your table and asks if you’re done with your tray. You realise you’ve been sat here for about 20 minutes mesmerised by this hot lad and his mates. Sighing, you push the tray to them, but as you pick up your bag you make eye contact with the chavvy lad who stands up and walks towards you.

Smirking he says “Sup bruv? I seen you staring at me init. You wanting a hit on me vape or summat?”

Slightly panicking you reply “Um, I dunno mate. I wasn’t staring at you. I was just people watching, you know like you do? I didn’t mean anything by it. Um, sorry if it seemed like I was staring. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Oh bruv. Fucking come off it. You was staring at me and us mates. You think we look hot and you’d love to be like one of us init. I don’t fuckin blame ya bruv. Go on then. Have a hit off me vape and see what it’s like.” With a menacing grin he offers you his vape pen.

You laugh nervously, not sure if this lad is just messing with you or if you’re about to get a punch in the face. Maybe if you take a hit off his vape he will leave you alone and you can get out of the mall without any further drama. You’ve never vaped before but it won’t hurt to do it just once so you say “Um okay, if it makes you happy”, accept the vape pen and take a hit.

“Go on then, let's get ya started on becoming a proper scally chav lad like me. You'll love the feeling, I promise ya.” As you take a hit from the vape, he watches with anticipation as the transformation process begins to take hold of your body. “Yeah, that's right, let it do its thing. You're gonna feel so much better once it's all done. Just relax and let it happen.”

“Yesss, that's it. Just take a nice long drag and let the sweet, thick vapour fill up your lungs. That's it, bruv. Take it all in. Now, just wait a few seconds...and there it is. Can you feel it? That rush of excitement and pleasure coursing through your body? That's the transformation beginning bruv.”

You do feel a rush as the vapour hits you. Uncontrollably you take several more hits before you start to feel a bit dizzy and disorientated. Your body feels tingly all over and you have to sit down because you feel like you are going to pass out.

“It’s all good bruv. You’ll feel alright in a few. It’s the physical transformation making you feel a bit out of it. You’re gonna love how you turn out. Take some more hits on the vape and you’ll feel all better. I can see the difference in you already. Feel those abs coming through? You’re gonna have a tight six pack init!”

You feel your abdomen tightening and new muscle definition developing in your arms. You take more hits on the vape pen and now your head starts to tingle. You touch your head and your nice preppy haircut is now short on top with tightly shaved sides. It feels strange at first but you take another hit off the vape pen and it feels like it’s always been this way. Almost like you’re losing your old self.

Your new chav mate is clearly enjoying the transformation taking place and he eyes you up and down approvingly. “Looking a lot sharper now init. You feeling the scally vibe yet bruv? Keep puffing on that vape and you soon will. I’m Connor by the way. And I think we’ll call you Ryan. You seem like a Ryan. How’s that sound?”

“But my name is Jas …..” you tail off. You realise you can’t say your name anymore. You don’t really know that person anymore. You think you used to go to college, but college is for clever cunts init. You take a couple more hits. Yeah Connor is right. Your name is Ryan. College? What the fuck was that all about?

Connor was right about the dizziness passing. Now you feel a lot better. You feel more like yourself. Now you are hitting the vape without even thinking about it and the transformation continues. You feel a burning sensation along your arm and hand as a sleeve tattoo starts to develop, followed by two sharp pricks as diamond studs pierce your earlobes.

“Well Ryan. How’s you feelin now bruv? You’s lookin’ sick bruv, but we gotta get you some sharp drip init cos’ you look like a fuckin’ div in your Primark shit. Lemme text a couple of bros who boost gear from Foot Locker and JD. See what they can get for yer.” He sends a text message and gets a text back almost immediately. “Okay bruv, get over to the bogs and wait in the second cubicle.”

You do as he tells you and wait in the second cubicle for about 15 minutes when you hear Connor talking to another lad. “Yo Ryan bruv. Incoming.” A backpack comes over the top of the cubicle and Connor looks over the partition with a big grin on his face. “Yo bruv. Me mate Jayden boosted you some drip. Get changed and we can get the fuck out.”

You open the backpack and take out the clothes. A pair of Nike Tn sneakers, nylon Nike trackies and a puffa jacket. As Connor watches over the partition, you strip down to your underwear and eagerly dress in your new gear. Connor grins as he watches you struggle to put on the sneakers, giving you pointers on how to tie them just right and make sure they're displayed properly.

You leave the cubicle and look in the mirror. It’s the fist time you’ve seen Ryan and you look fucking mint. You grin at Connor as you stuff your old clothes in the rubbish bin. "Damn, you look proper fit, mate. Not bad for a newbie! And those fresh tatts and piercings... they look wicked on you."

Connor eyes the ink on your skin and the studs in your ears, admiring how they complement your new look. He can't resist the urge to touch and play with your piercings, teasing you with a sly grin. "So, now that you're a proper scally chav lad, what you wanna do? You wanna go cause some trouble? Maybe even get kinky with me? You ever sniffed a pair of scally sneakers?"

"I'm always up for a bit of fun, especially with a fit chav lad like you. Let's go show everyone how much of a scally lad you are." Connor leads you outside and down an alleyway, where you are met by his chav mates who are all smoking weed and drinking. They all tease you and comment on how good-looking you are in your new gear. "Oi oi! Look at this fit bloke now, one of us bruv!"

Connor wraps his arm around your shoulder possessively, pulling you close as you walk down the road. The smell of weed and alcohol fills your nose, and you feel a rush of excitement as the group heads towards the nearby park. "We're gonna hang out here for a bit, mate. Show you how we do things around here. You wanna hit this blunt?"

Connor passes you the joint, you take a hit inhaling the smoke deeply and coughing hard. You can feel the buzz starting to kick in as you pass the joint back to Connor. The group starts laughing and joking around, being loud and disruptive. You feel a sense of belonging, like you're part of something special.

As the night gets darker, the group splits up, and Connor takes you to a secluded spot behind some buildings, where it's quiet and no one can see you. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers into it. "You're such a fit chav lad, man. I wanna see how kinky you can get. Wanna sniff each other's sneaks and socks?"

Connor takes off his Nike tn sneakers, revealing his sweaty socks inside. He hands them to you, watching expectantly as you take a deep breath in, inhaling the musky scent. He groans with pleasure as he takes a sniff of your socks as well. "Mmm, you've got a fuckin’ hot chav scent bruv. Proper gets me hard."

Connor gets closer to you, his breath hot on your neck. He starts to nibble on your earlobe, his hand reaching down to grab your crotch. "You want me, don't you? You want to be my kinky little chav lad, always ready for some fun?" He kisses your neck, before whispering again. "I want to take you back to my place, show you what real scally lads do for fun."

Connor's hand tightens on your crotch, his eyes full of lust as he waits for your response.

"Fuck yeah, mate! Let's go!" Connor pulls you close, placing his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the dark alleyways towards his flat. Every step makes you feel more and more excited, wondering what kind of kinky fun he has in store for you.

Once you arrive at his place, Connor doesn't waste any time. He pushes you up against the wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he grinds up against you.

"Here, grab these," he says, tossing you a pair of his socks. "I want you to sniff them while we fuck." You eagerly obey, inhaling the pungent scent while Connor strips off his clothes. As he reveals his muscly, tattooed body to you, you can't help but feel your own cock getting harder by the second. Connor takes notice, smirking as he pulls you onto the bed with him.

"You're a fuckin’ sexy chav lad now. You know that?" he says, running his hands over your body. "I want to make you mine tonight." Connor starts to kiss and lick his way down your body, pausing at your crotch. He pulls down your trackies and starts to suck your cock, his tongue flicking over the head while he moans with pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it, mate. Let me taste that chav lad dick." You can't take it anymore, and you climax hard in his mouth. He swallows every drop, before pulling you up to kiss you. You can taste your own cum on his tongue, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Now it's my turn," Connor says, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs. "Rim my arsehole and make me moan like a proper scally lad." You eagerly dive between his thighs, burying your face in his musky crack. You start to lick and suck, driving him wild with pleasure. He moans and groans, thrusting his hips up to meet your mouth.

"Yes, mate! That's it! Rim me good, make me your dirty little chav bitch!" Finally, you can't take it anymore. You climb up on top of him, spitting on your cock before sliding it into his quivering hole. You both start to thrust, holding his socks to your face and breathing his scally scent. Connor holds one of your Tn’s tight to his face with one hand, jerking his cock with the other.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Connor's voice grows louder and more urgent as he nears his own climax. "Give it to me, mate! Fill me up with your hot cum!" With one final thrust, you both let out a loud groan as you orgasm together. You collapse in a sweaty heap, panting and exhausted but completely satisfied. Connor rolls over and pulls you close, draping his arm over your chest.

"That was so fuckin’ hot bruv," he says, nuzzling your neck. "You're definitely a proper chav lad now." You can't help but smile, feeling more alive than you have in years. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder what kind of kinky scally adventures Connor has in store for you next.

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