Zelina is wearing the In Check Plunge Neck Sports Bra In Brown (on sale for $13) & Superset High Waist Seamless Leggings In Brown ($47) from Bo + Tee

the sinclair brothers reactions to ur circus performance 🎪

Bo Sinclair: You fall off your unicycle and he squints at you and shakes his head. This performance is pathetic. He spent actual money on this shit?? And you can’t even stay on the fuckin’ unicycle! What kinda clown college you attend, huh? Does your mama know she raised an idiot jester? He fails to realize that this was part of your act. Heckles you loudly from the crowd and lights a cigarette in the audience. Has to be escorted kicking and shouting from his seat. Later that night, you find Bo giddily blasting wooden ducks at the carnival arcade. There’s a line gathering behind him because he refuses to let anyone else go. You sidle up to him and compliment his aim. Sans clown-makeup, he doesn’t recognize you. Hits on you aggressively and stupidly. You hazard a glance behind you as he describes his prowess as “All American Made”. The line now stretches behind the circus tent. 

Vincent Sinclair: Watching you intently from the darkened corner of the circus tent, sketching the whole performance. You don’t realize he’s there. After the show, you discover a mysterious and arcane charcoal doodle of yourself taped to your vanity backstage. Your ruffled collar is melting into your skin, and you have hairy spider legs—but there’s no mistaking the resemblance. You’re unsure of how to feel. One of your makeup brushes is missing. That must be a coincidence.

Lester Sinclair: You walk out and he’s immediately slapping his knee and laughing hysterically. You haven’t even done anything yet. Doesn’t matter. He’s cackling so hard he spills his popcorn everywhere. You squirt yourself in the eye with your gag flower lapel and he hoots out an astonished, “You tellin’ me that ain’t a real flower?! Christ on a cracker!” Loudly staggers to his feet to applaud after every joke. Stays after the performance to have you autograph his nasty tank top. Asks for your number through a mouthful of chili dog.

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also @docterzerocare i have. made another thing for Sleepless >:]

my babies <3 i'm sure that they'll be fine :] no trauma or anything:]

once upon a time is fun because all these ancient fairytales literally happened 30 years ago. snow white? yeah she was doing all that about 30 years ago. hercules? fought cerberus around 1970. king arthur pulled excalibur from the stone AFTER the release of disney’s the sword in the stone. mulan saved china (china? magic china? unclear actually) about 35 years ago. and it slaps and makes total sense don’t even worry about it

REALL like i literally thought any day i would find mt ebbot and meet toriel and she would be my new mom

SRSLLY lord I used to like daydream and pray all the time that someday I'd find mt ebbot and fall and meet sans and papyrus and they'd adopt me and I'd be friends with everyone and Maybe I'd free the monsters like if I really wanted to . Or the other one which was "please please let me wake up in the underground tomorrow and let me be home." Yah weird kids LOL

I smiled so much while drawing this

heyooo, there's a jackbox bundle on humble rn, but I already own some, so I've got a spare (ste/am) key for; The Jackbox Party Pack 3, Quiplash 2 InterLASHional, and Fibbage XL, if anyone is interested !

When asked why I got top surgery:

I have an extensive graphic tee collection and boobs really fuck up the design

I wanted to be a more aerodynamic swimmer

The anime style ‘boing’ sound effect from my tits kept alerting the guards and it was really cutting into my revenue as a jewel thief

Lost them in the war

Pat down my chest then franticly check my pockets and bag. ‘I most have left them at home’

They would bounce at a speed of 379 mph and the sound was getting noise complaints

Commitment to cosplay

Rehomed them for a small fee, just couldn’t take care of them anymore

Wym I never had tits?????

They turned evil and I had to cut them off like Ash (from the evil dead) had to cut his hand off

They just refused to pay rent so I had to have the city evict them

Sold them for computer parts

The vibe was off with them

Strike Out | Luke Hughes

summary: a series of events that lead to Nico finding out about your boyfriend, the newest edition of the New Jersey Devils no less.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual scenes, p in v, swearing.

word count: 1.46k

authors note: this is more plot than smut (less than 600 words are smut) and I really liked this one. The prompt Luke with Nico’s sister gave me many options yet this was one I’m happy I took.

Luke knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Not only you the total it girl at NYU with men double taking you whenever walked past. But you were also his captains younger sister.

Nico and Jack had both given him warnings about you when Luke first joined the team at the end of last season. Yet the moment Luke locked eyes with you all of those warnings were out of the window.

You were the girl of his dream for lack of a better phrase. You had the banter, the personality, but most of all you got on with Jack. And of course you knew how to wrap Luke around your little finger.

So when it took you less than three weeks to get the boy into your bed Luke finally realised what Jack meant by you were trouble.

It wasn’t in the sense of you were twisted with the cops but rather that you were addictive. Someone so far out of anyone’s league that people weren’t sure if you were real.

That’s what you were, an enigma to everyone but Luke.

Or at least that’s what he liked to say as he stuck into your dorm because somehow it was safer in there than it would have been if you were in the apartment with Jack.

As much as Luke knew he shouldn’t stay in your dorm as it meant you two were awkwardly on top of each other due to the weird size that dorm bed were. He could never help it as he got to see you in his old band tees that you had stolen from his closet during one of the many trips you had taken to Jersey.

Nico and Jack at this point were either choosing to ignore what was clearly going on or they genuinely couldn’t see it.

But that meant you and Luke were feeling more adventurous than you had before.

Constantly pushing the boundaries being less careful than before as you were now even spending nights in the Hughes apartment.

As your life360 began to have these spurs where it randomly turned off only to be turned on when you were minutes away from Nico’s apartment. You seemed to feel this thrill as your brothers phone calls came in wondering why your location had gone off.

Dawson made the mistake of walking into the Hughes apartment one day when Jack was running late making him the first and only one to have seen it.

You had been straddling Luke’s lap when the Mercer boy walked in “Hughesy I didn’t know you had - y/n!” The boy clutched his chest in surprise as you locked eyes with him.

Some would have called this, strike one.

After all of the threats that Nico gave the boys Dawson was surprise that it only took him this long to get with you.

Luke was quick to place you next to him and before either one of you could beg for his silence Jack was home “oh I didn’t know you were going to be here y/n.” Swollen lips and messy hair didn’t seem to be picked up by the older Hughes boy as he flashed you a friendly smile “you want to stay for lunch?” He added letting you and Luke know that you were in the clear with him.

The younger Hughes boy frowned as you got up “I’m actually meeting Nico for lunch.“ You explained sending Luke a wink “I’ll see you soon Hughesy.” His nickname rolled off of your tongue as you left the apartment “I didn’t know that you two were friends.” Jack had to say that you and Luke were not a pairing he thought he’d ever see.

Next you seemed to grow ballsier than ever.

After a successful preseason the entire team were at Nico’s apartment for a celebration party.

Of course your brother sent you an invite as you were spending that weekend in New Jersey.

Much to Nico’s dismay you were hidden from your brothers side for most of the night.

Primarily because you were a bit too focused on a certain Hughes boy “baby you’re going to have to keep quiet.” Luke raised his finger to your lips as you rode his cock.

Your eyes fluttered as your nails raked up his chest “you’re so good for me.” You groaned as his finger rubbed against your clit “y/n you there?” The knock at the door made Luke wrap his lips around your breast in an attempt to suppress his own moans.

Say it with me now, strike two.

You’re chewed at the inside of your cheek “little busy.” You whined making the mental note to kill Luke later.

The boy smirked from beneath you as your hands locked into his hair “Jack is just looking for Luke and he said he saw you with him last.” That almost felt like strike two in the now game of baseball that you had Luke had found yourselves in.

Nico groaned as you remained silent “I sort of wanted an answer from you kid.” It made you roll your eyes as Luke squeezed your ass “I’ll help you find him in a sec.” Your head fell back when Luke’s lips grazed over your collarbone.

You grumbled “I would have liked if you could do it now.” You were grateful that the door was locked because Nico would have opened it by now.

If Luke hadn’t been bringing you close to an orgasm you would have killed your brother “Nico give me a minute.” You were dangling closer to hitting the older boy “okay jesus I’ll see you in the kitchen.” When Nico finally left Luke was able to go back to what he was doing beforehand.

He watched as your lips pursed “I’m gonna come Luke.” You cried making the boy beneath you capture your lips in a kiss.

It was hot as he held your hips against his “where are you going?” Luke complained as you got off of him before he had the chance to do as much as cuddle you reached for your dress “remember Nico?” You spoke in a duh tone shaking your head.

The red dress wasn’t doing a lot for your body “maybe you should find something else.” Luke mumbled seeing the bruises already forming on your collarbone “maybe you should get dressed before our brothers realise that we’re both in here?” You proposed realising that he was right.

The Hughes boy pulled you back by your hand “you’re so hot when you’re bossy.” Luke mumbled pecking your lips.

Finally and by far you’re most stupid of all moments.

Otherwise known as the time that Nico finally caught on.

It was when Luke had scored his first goal of the regular season and you couldn’t help but praise him tonight.

Naturally you in the crowd as it was in New York but as you ran past the crowd of family and friends of the Islander players you were trying to find Luke.

It shouldn’t have been a hard challenge given his height but still there you were trying and failing to find him “there you are!” His voice came from behind you.

He wrapped his arms around your torso so by the time you had spun around you were now facing him “hey.” You smiled looking up at him.

His hands comfortably found their way to your cheeks making Luke grateful that he had taken his gloves off moments before “what are you doing?” You mumbled trying to see what he was getting at as you could hear your brothers laughs echo off of the walls.

Luke ran his thumb over your lower lip “he is so busy talking to Jack that neither one of them is going to notice a thing.” The Hughes boys words made you feel at ease “bout time I congratulate you on that goal then?” You smiled as he nodded dropping his head to yours.

The two of you forgot how good it felt having his lips on yours as you two had been so busy recently that the idea of hanging out was simply out of the question “what the fuck is this?” A loud voice pulled you two back to reality.

Strike three, you should have been out.

Your eyes went wide as you saw the irritated Nico in front of you “look Luke I might not be good at these things but-” your ramble was cut short as Luke matched your expression “run?” He asked slowly repositioning you to block your brothers attempt at running after him.

Part of you wanted to do more as Nico cut in “I’m going to kill you Hughes.” The captain saw you as his little baby who needed to be protected at all times, even if that was from Luke Hughes.

“definitely run.”

Zelina is wearing the Streamline Seamless Strappy Sports Bra & Motivation High Waist Seamless Leggings in Red from Bo + Tee (sold out)

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

bo devilius

Is it okay to request a reaction of the boys (SDJ, Bo, Elias and Taylor) seeing their beloved in their clothes (Like a shirt or something)? Either in public or private if that's fine!

Can't Speak:

Ian fully short circuits at the sight of you in his clothes. Especially if it's like a pair of his sweatpants and a graphic tee of his for a lazy day in. He's also immediately hard and trying to hide it.

Taylor's mouth goes dry and he stares. He can't really figure out what to say. The most you'll get is a hoarse "you look good" from him before he makes excuses to leave so he can jack off.

Elias doesn't really know what to say. You look so good and there's a thousand words pressing at his tongue, trying to come out. But he can't settle on any one thing to say, so he simply stares.

Flustered But Flirts:

Joseph is surprised and can feel his face warming at the sight of you, but he forces a teasing grin and makes some flirty comment. It's not that he doesn't want to flirt, he's just faking the confidence.

Rory loves it, of course. Especially the sight of you wearing his apron in the kitchen. He's making the flirtiest jokes, putting the moves on you as he tries to distract you from whatever you're doing.

Nick isn't used to getting close enough for people to take his clothes like that. But he loves it when you do. And he will make sure you know just how much he loves the sight of you in his clothes.

Shaun's heart skips a beat and it takes him a moment to really process it. But once he does, he's absolutely teasing you about it. After all, clearly you missed him so much, how cute~

Fucks You On The Spot:

Bo has no sense of self control or of appropriate timing. He sees you in his clothes and immediately tries to mount you. The whole time he's growling about how much he loves you wearing his scent.

Jack will drag you to the nearest surface he can fuck you over, or will just pick you up and slide you onto his cock. He needs to be inside of you now. He's waited so long to make you his, after all...

Jean doesn't care who's around or what you're both doing, he will stop everything and pull you into his lap to fuck you. After all, if you're wearing his clothes around like that, clearly you want it~

Barry will take any excuse to fuck you, in public or in private. Especially if he's staking a claim on you. So you wearing his clothes while he does so? Well, what screams "his" more than that?

Stinkbomb

You were so excited to go and see your boyfriend at his place later today! The two of you had been so busy recently and your work schedules just refused to line up, so it was the first time in a week and a half that you were going to see him. You spent your entire day off getting ready to see him for dinner, you went out and got flowers, bought some dessert to take over, spent an hour and a half getting ready, and you were finally on your way over. As you got on the train to go over to see him you noticed this guy staring at you from a few paces away. He was dressed like he had just gotten out of the gym, and the slight acrid smell coming from his beat up white sneakers and sweaty graphic tee confirmed that he did.

As you pulled out your phone and texted your boyfriend that you should be there in about twenty minutes you could feel the sweaty gym bro staring at you. You looked up and he winked at you, you quickly looked back at your phone ignoring his flirtatious mannerisms. As the train approached your station you gathered your things, put your phone in your back pocket and stood up, the gym bro was doing the same. Departing from the train the two of you were just a few feet from each other you realized that the slight acrid smell wafting off of him when he was a few feet away was in reality a strong cloud of BO as you got closer to him. Ignoring the stench you continued to the turnstile and then up onto the street and started to make your way in the direction of your boyfriend's apartment. You could barely contain your excitement as you joyfully stode down the street with your headphones on listening to your playlist, you felt your phone get lifted out of your back pocket. You swiftly turned around thinking you were getting robbed just to be face to face with the gym bro from the train. Utterly shocked and a decent bit afraid you quickly took your headphones off and, with heavy annoyance in your voice, asked “Dude what are you doing!? Give me that back!”. All the gym bro did was smirk and put the phone in his own pocket, he then opened his mouth, “I’ll give you it back if you come back to my place pipsqueak.”. As he said what felt like a cloud of bad breath flowed out of his mouth and into your face, as the stench went up your nose the idea of going back to his place didn’t seem that horrible. You found yourself about to agree when you realized that that was insane, no way were you going back to this stranger's place! “No way! I'm not gonna go back to some reeking douchebag’s place! Especially when you have breath that could knock someone out!”, he looked a little annoyed that you refused but he just shrugged a little and took the phone out of his pocket and lifted it above his head, “Fine, I’ll give you back your phone but you gotta get it from me.”. He stood at least half a foot taller than you and with his muscular arm stretched up high you knew you were gonna have to jump for it. “You’re an asshole.” you proclaimed loudly on the empty street, as you were about to try and jump for it, thats when the smell hit you. His outstretched arm allowed for his thick armpit hair to reach out from the sleeve of his graphic tee, not only did the hair come out but so did the absolutely stupefying body odor the gym bro was putting on display. You instinctively covered your nose and the gym bro smirked, “Heheheh” he chuckled “You want to come home with me?” he questioned but it felt and sounded more like a demand than anything else. As you were about to say for the second time that he should get lost it felt like your brain was getting fuzzy, all that escaped your mouth was a soft, light moan instead of the torrent of disparaging words that would have normally come to mind. “Is that a yes?” the gym bro said knowing full well that with every breath of his rancid armpits taken in, your ability to answer became more and more difficult. You tried to stop it but something in your brain told you “Nod”, so you did, you weakly nodded yes to the stranger. “That’s what I thought” he uttered just loud enough for you to hear, allowing more of his bad breath to escape his mouth. He put your phone back into his pocket and draped his arm around your shoulders, letting a bit of his pit hair tickle the nape of your neck, beginning down the street in the direction you had come back to his place.

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As he held the door to his apartment building open for you, you mindlessly drifted inside weakly saying thank you. Inside the cheap, dingy elevator up to his apartment you couldn’t help but breathe in the utter stench that was escaping from his entire body. His presence alone in an enclosed space was enough for him to hotbox it with his natural odor. As the elevator slowly crept up to the fifth floor apartment you were looking directly at him as he did the same to you, you had the faintest whisper in the back of your mind that this isn't your boyfriend, you don’t know this guy, someone is very very wrong. Then as the whisper grew a little bit louder the elevator dinged and you both stepped out into the hall and began the short walk to his door. He unlocked the door and opened it going in first and playfully pulling you in by the wrist. As the door opened the first thing you saw was a cramped living space filled with used socks draped over furniture, empty pizza boxes, cans of beer and soda empty and half drank, and a collection of shoes all dirty and strewn about in a huge pile. “Welcome to my place bro!” he said almost proudly as if this space was something to be proud of, if you were in your right mind you would laugh in his face but right now you just stood there with a blank expression. He pulled you over to his couch and sat you down saying “Wait here a second bro, I gotta get some shit off my bed”, and then he disappeared into the other room. Sitting on the couch covered in dirty gym clothes, the whisper in the back of your head grew louder and louder as you had been given a second to breathe air that wasn’t straight out of the gym bro’s armpit. You gained just enough willpower to slowly look around and take in your surroundings, you could hear him tossing things around in his bedroom, there was not a single open window, the kitchen a complete mess, and the smell was just awful, not as bad as his pits for the clothes strewn about have aired out a bit but still it can probably barely be considered oxygen. As you truly began to realize the situation at hand you slowly got up from the couch trying not to make any noise, luckily you could still hear him being preoccupied trying to make his bedroom “nice” for you. As you approached the door, you heard what sounded like him finishing the impromptu “spring cleaning” and turned a little toward his room, in an absent minded attempt to quickly seize your escape you tried to bolt for the door. Within three steps you inevitably tripped on something in the cluttered apartment, falling face first into the pile of shoes near the door. In a state of fear and shock you gasped in after the fall, stench quickly filled your nose going straight to your brain reverting you back into the submissive state you were previously in. You lay there, breathing in the cheesy foot stench, without any ability to try and escape as he opens the door and finds you face first in his disgusting shoes, “Why do they always try and run, it never works?” he proclaims to himself. He picks you up over his shoulder and carries you into his room, sets you down on the bed and tells you “I'm so excited to have a new gym partner dude you are gonna be perfect!”.

Stripping of the sweat stained tee he has been wearing he releases a cloud of pure unadulterated bro-stench into the air. He takes a long deep sniff of his armpits, “Good thing I worked up a good stink today bro! I don’t know if I could’ve fogged up your brain if I wasn’t just at the gym!” He scoots you up so that you are sitting on his mattress but your back is touching the wall, grabs you by the back of the head and shoves you deep into his hairy armpit. The stench rushes straight into your brain overloading it with his funk, you feel your body start to spasm.

You feel your feet start to cramp up as they grow bigger and bigger from a size 8 to a size 15. The massive feet you now have sprout a forest of hair as the Converse you are wearing slowly start to stretch and rip. As they fully rip apart and fall of your feet a billowing stench is released, adding to the stench in your apartment. You feel your legs start to tighten up and change, growing from small toothpicks that couldn’t hold up a marshmallow to sturdy tree trunks able to keep a redwood standing. Your crotch and ass begin their transformation, your wimpy 3 inch dick that forced your boyfriend to be the top starts to ache, you brainlessly begin to paw at it as it becomes a behemoth standing at 10 inches full mast. Your ass is next turning from a cute, perky, bum into two smooth globes of pure fat and muscle. The gym bro has to readjust to accommodate the two new cushions you have grown, too bad they won't ever be used for anything other than shitting, while as your ass inflates into every top's wet dream your hole begins to close up to the point that looks like it has never been used. The straight boy ass you now possess really starts to itch, with one hand preoccupied with your dick your other hand finds its way into your pants to scratch the itch. As dainty fingers begin to start scratching you are met with so much hair coating the two previously smooth soccer balls. As your ass itch dies down you feel a rumbling in your stomach, a sudden sensation of pain overcomes you as your gym bros pit stench reaches deeper into your brain. You wince as you are overwhelmed with the sudden pain, you go to grab your stomach and you are met with a set of abs that you can feel hardening into something akin to stone. As the abs begin to finish their conversation from soft tummy to a rock hard six-pack you suddenly feel it come over you… “Dudeee…” you moan out as a cloud of gas rushes out of your ass PPFFFFFBBBBBTTTTTT “AW BRO THAT’S NASTY!” the gym bro proclaimed while still holding you in his pit. Next to change was the puny chest that you currently had, as if it was being inflated like a balloon your pecs became perky and bounceable. Your shoulders broadened and grew into huge muscular shelves holding the weak arms you had that were about to change. You could feel the spasms lower into your arms and hands, your arms became huge, able to crush someone's head between your upper arm and forearm, and your hands became massive paws capable of easily picking up a soccer ball with one hand. You can feel the thick, coarse forest of hair filling in your armpits. The funk they begin to release makes the gym bro guffaw, “These are gonna be great for turning some pansy into one of us later huhuhu.”. The last change happens to your face, your neck becomes huge and thick supporting the pinnacle of masculinity which sits above it. Your jawline becomes square and fills in with dark coarse hair, your lips become big and plump perfect for blow jobs but that option is soon to be erased, your nose flattens and nostrils expand perfect for taking in more stank from your gym bro’s unwashed pits. Your eyes get smaller and the color of your eyes shifts from a beautiful amber to a deep dark brown, your eyebrows fill in and become thick caterpillars that are perfect for keeping all of the sweat produced at the gym out of your eyes. And finally your hair turns from a perfectly preened mass of curly hair into barely kempt straight hair that would make the old you chuckle if you saw it on the street. You can feel yourself get pulled out of the gym bro’s stink prison, “How ya feelin bro?” he asks, “Uggghhhh where am I?” you look around and smell something even worse than the gym bro’s armpit and you sniff around. You lift your own arm and sniff the new mass of hair in your pit, “Ewwwww I smell disgusting I need a showerrrrrrr…” you say still a little dazed. You hear the gym bro announce “You’re not done I guess.” And you feel his hand grab your head and shove you back into his armpit.

The stench once again fills your brain, resuming where it left off and begins to whittle away at your mind. Starting with your intellect the wall of stink begins turning knowledge of math, history and science into knowledge of protein shakes, gym routines and fitness influencers. Years of studying art history has turned within a matter of seconds into thoughts about how inferior guys who wear deodorant are. Next to go are your memories, memories of your boyfriend disappear into the all consuming funk in your brain and are turned into memories of all your bro’s from high school and the gym that always stink to high heaven just like you. Memories and aspirations of school and wanting to be an art historian turn into thoughts and impulses about boobs and turning women into bimbos. Nothing about your old gay self is left, all that remains is a straight douchebag with terrible personal hygiene. You are again pulled out of his armpit, “Huhuhuhu dude we reek!” you dumbly point out, “Brooo we always stink!” the gym bro responds. “Uhhhhhh brooooo I can't think straightttt huhuhuh uhhh do you remember my nameeee?”, “You are so dumbbbbbb! You seriously don’t remember your name Miguel? Do you remember mine?” questions the gym bro. “Uhhh yea its uhhhh…it’s…huhuhuh it’s Stinkbomb!” you say jokingly. Stinkbomb chuckles knowing that you are completely gone, the old you will never return, Miguel the stinky straight gym bro is all that remains of the little gay twink that was laying in the bed earlier.