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As the harsh training regimen progressed, the man pushed his body to its limits, each exercise designed to sculpt his muscles and sharpen his mind. Under the watchful eye of the trainers, he endured grueling workouts and rigorous mental conditioning, preparing himself for the life of a rubber-clad drone.
Finally, the day arrived when he was deemed ready. With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, he donned the black rubber mask, gloves, and tight rubber brief, each item clinging to his body as if they were alive. As he looked in the mirror, he saw not just a man, but a symbol of obedience and servitude, ready to fulfill his destiny as a drone.
As the nanobots entered his skin, the man felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. With each passing moment, the rubber fused onto his skin, becoming a seamless extension of himself. At the same time, his mind was bombarded with messages about pleasure, obedience, and servitude, reinforcing his commitment to the rubberized society.
The mask extended further down his neck, forming a tight seal that left no room for doubt. The tight rubber brief molded around his legs and feet, leaving a smooth bulge that concealed his arousal while hinting at his impressive manhood. As he stood there, fully encased in glossy rubber, he felt a sense of completeness wash over him, knowing that he was now truly one with the rubberized world.
With his transformation complete, the man stood tall in his glossy rubber suit, every inch of his body caressed by the smooth material. The nanobots kept him fully stimulated at all times, ensuring that he remained in a state of perpetual arousal and obedience.
As he went about his duties as a drone, he found himself drawn to recruit new members to the rubberized society, each new recruit a testament to his own dedication and loyalty. And as the years passed, he embraced his role as a rubber-clad drone, knowing that his servitude was not just a duty, but a privilege.
Though his contract would eventually come to an end, he knew that for most men, the allure of serving the rubberized society was too great to resist. And so, he continued his service, knowing that he was part of something greater than himself, something that would endure long after he was gone.
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Coach sent us to come for you. There’s no escape. Give in, and join the team.
You know you want to.
Come on, bro, why would you even want turn this down? Scholarship, increasingly handsome features, rapid muscle growth, stamina, strength… who cares if you have to trade in your free will and your brains… who needs that?
We know what you’re thinking, bro… we look reeeaaal good in these singlets, huh? This could be you. Come with us. Put one on. Join us.
Good. We knew you’d come around.
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Shorts: Car Makes the Guy
“Is this car alive or something” Carlie said, as the car seemed to be on without any keys in the ignition. The radio was playing obnoxious music she would listen too. Her hair began to recede into her head, as her body began to bulk and expand.
Carlie adjusted his seat, as he was getting taller and wider making this car seem smaller to him. “Fuck yeah” he said as he turned up the music even more as it was appealing to him even more. His chest continued to bulk, as tattoos appeared on his body. Tight sweatpants appeared on his thicker legs, as his manhood formed between his legs.
Chet Hanks smirked, as he took another breath. His face changing. Stubble forming on his face, his hair receded into his head. He was getting extremely into the music, as the car seemed to make the former female match what it though the owner should be.
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Josh knew immediately that something was wrong. As the lawyer picked up his phone and pressed answer, a shock emitted from the device. He soon couldn’t see and only could feel his office environment change as he grew hot under the sun. A stench hit his nose and his body started to convulse. Josh soon could feel his nice suit change around his body. The material became itchy and dirty. He always kept his suits clean. He regained his vision to find that he was now in what appeared to be a very used boiler suit. His nice leather dress boots had turned into steel toe work boots and his mind started emptying. “Hello?” he asked into the phone. A voice answered, ”Sorry josh, but this is your new life,” and hung up. The stench he now realized he emitted was becoming enticing to him and soon he couldn’t get enough. He soon ran to the bathroom and sniffed and licked his pits as much as he could. This aroused Josh and soon he whipped out his new monstrous dick. When he cane minutes later, his former life was no more and soon he was just a stupid manual laborer. He got dressed and left the bathroom so he could go home and drink with his buds.
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Evened Out
Mitchell’s day started like any other. He got up early, ate breakfast and went to work. Went through the usual motions of it all until his lunch break then doing it all again until it was time to head home. He said goodbye to his co-workers before jumping in his car. Upon starting up the engine however, the blinking red light on his dashboard soon reminded him that he needed to make a quick stop at the gas station on the way. With a sigh he buckled his seatbelt and set off.
It only took about 10 minutes before he was pulling into the gas station next to pump. Mitchell hopped out of his car and began filling it up. Though as he watched the gas meter go up, he couldn’t help noticing a huge pickup truck pulling in the station. How could he not notice it with that massive engine roaring beside him. The thing had to be at least twice the size of Mitchell’s regular old car. As it parked next to Mitchell, he began to smell the fumes being expelled from the large vehicle as they filled the air. Most would find the smell unpleasant but for some reason Mitchell found himself being oddly allured by it without the faintest idea why.
As Mitchell stood there taking in the fumes, the drivers side door to the truck opened. A pair of worn looking work boots stepped out from the vehicle belonging to a imposing bear of a man. He was huge all over. Strong burly arms and legs. A thick stomach hidden not so subtly beneath his tight shirt. Jeans that moulded perfectly to that fat bear ass of his. Atop his head the man wore a backwards cap that covered his almost bald head. But even more noticeable was that massive bushy beard of his. One so thick and full that really brought together an air of masculinity around this man.
Mitchell couldn’t help continuing to steal glances at this man as he made his way up to the gas pump before slotting it into his own tank. That man… just the sight of him was making Mitchell’s cock twitch. When he wasn’t glancing at the man he was looking down at his own body. In comparison he was much shorter and skinnier than the bearish figure before him. Lanky arms and small legs with next to no muscle on his frame and a little bit of flab around his midsection due to his lack of exercise. Pretty much completely hairless all over besides the top of his head. Relatively boyish looks that made him seem younger than he actually was. And to top it all off a relatively small manhood that was about an inch and a half under average. Certainly nothing compared to what this other man was packing judging by the fat bulge in his jeans. The only real thing Mitchell had going for him was the surprisingly large and bubbly ass he’d been blessed with.
All his life Mitchell had admired bigger men like the one across from him. Never believing he’d be one himself of course, he just loved the idea of a big hairy man wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. Allowing him to be held tight by all that manliness. Letting it consume him until this bigger man had him pinned down on a bed and was ripping off his pants. Smacking his ass a little before said man whips out his own cock and-
“Like something you see boy?” The bear asked, having clearly noticed Mitchell’s staring.
Right away Mitchell snapped out of his little daydream.
“Oh! I uhhh… no sorry I just…” He stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say the imposing man who’d just caught him being a bit of a perv. Only as he tried to think of a way to explain himself, Mitchell quickly noticed that the man didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest. If anything he looked amused in a way.
“It’s fine if you do.” He smirked with that deep baritone voice of his sending shivers along Mitchell’s spine. “I think I like what I see too.” He added as his gazed shifted up and down Mitchell’s lean suited body. The preppy, well groomed and smart look Mitchell adorned seemed to catch his eye.
Mitchell gulped. His mouth went completely dry at the comment, not knowing how to respond. Was this guy being for real with him? What was he supposed to say in return? He’d never been in a situation like this before. It was like something you’d see in a TV show.
Before long Mitchell finished filling his tank and slotted the pump back whilst trying to hide his blush. He could feel the bear’s eyes still burning a hole through him but he was too nervous to return it. Instead he opted to quickly scuttle off inside the gas station to pay for his fuel and pick up a couple other things while he was there.
Only a few minutes into browsing however, the door rang again. Mitchell looked over his shoulder to see none other than the burly man from before as he brushed a hand through his thick beard. Once again those stern eyes landed on the smaller man as his mustache curled upwards in a smirk. Now feeling even more flustered, Mitchell quickly averted his eyes back towards the shelf of items as he swiped up everything he needed and practically made a dash for the till.
He watched as the cashier scanned his items. As he did, Mitchell glanced back to see the thick imposing man surfing through the shelves. He took a nervous breath in an effort to calm his erection that he was trying oh so desperately to hide. Thankfully the cashier was quick at telling him his total for the fuel and items, allowing him to pay so he could get out of there and get home before he ends up doing something insane.
Unfortunately the second Mitchell turned around he was met face to face with two massive pecs. Each held firmly by that tight tank top that allowed for thick curly chest hair to spill out for all to see. Having almost walked directly into the two mounds of thick muscle, Mitchell looked up to see the same man from before grinning down at him like a predator getting ready to devour its prey. He would’ve been more scared had he not been so turned on.
“I-I’m so sorry I… I wasn’t looking where I- sorry…” Mitchell mumbled awkwardly before trying to scoot around the brute. Before he could however, he felt a massive hand on his chest stopping him from getting away.
“Hold on boy. Wait for me a moment. I’ve got something I want to ask you.” The bear claimed with a sly look on his bearded face. “Assuming you don’t have anywhere else to be.” That grin of his only grew, in turn causing Mitchell’s head and heart to swell with an abundance of emotions he couldn’t even begin to decipher.
The rather meek looking man nodded. “S-sure. Okay. I’ll uhmm… I’ll wait.” And with that Mitchell stood and watched awkwardly as this hirsute mountain of a human being placed his basket of items on the counter to be scanned. A six pack of beer, a few cigars, some gum and a couple other miscellaneous things like snacks and what not. A small part of Mitchell’s brain was telling him to run for the hills while he still had the chance but by this point he was far too captivated by this huge, admittedly sexy man.
Moments later the man handed over what he owed before turning around, happy to see Mitchell still waiting for him like a good boy. Bag in hand, he stomped over towards Mitchell with an almost triumphant look on his face for whatever reason as he slung a meaty arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. Before they knew it, Mitchell was being guided out of the gas station by this hairy goliath without much of a say in the matter.
“So. What did you uhm… want to talk about sir?” Mitchell asked as they reached their cars.
The grip that strong hand had on Mitchell’s shoulder tightened a little. “Oh I want to do more than talk boy.” The bearded man smirked. “And the name is Daryn. But you can keep calling me sir if that’s what you prefer.” He chuckled.
Daryn proceeded to march the two of them over towards his pick up truck where he opened the passengers side door and motioned towards Mitchell to get in. Immediately Mitchell was hit with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the faint aroma of musk. Though all things considered it didn’t look too messy besides a couple of burger wrappers and an empty beer can on the seat which Daryn quickly wiped onto the floor, implying he’d clean it later.
“Hop in.” The bear stated bluntly.
Mitchell couldn’t help feeling oddly allured by the offer but… “H-hold on what? What do you mean get in? Where do you wanna take me???” He shouted in a somewhat distressed manner.
“Don’t worry yourself boy.” Daryn’s deep voice once again rumbling through the air in a way that made Mitchell shiver in delight. “I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ll never want to leave where all you’ll feel is bliss…” he claimed somewhat ominously.
Mitchell wasn’t sure how to respond. “I uhmm… I’m not sure I’m… uhhh…” before he could even finish a coherent thought, however, Mitchell’s eyes widened as he felt a giant hand grab the back of his head before Daryn smashes their lips together. Mitchell can only grunt and groan in surprise as he feels the bigger man’s beard rubbing against his face. He could already taste the beer on Daryn’s breath as the bear stuffed his tongue deep into Mitchell’s mouth. The latter found himself helpless to do anything. As if his body had gone totally weak, refusing to pull away from the kiss and instead lean further into it.
The kiss only concluded when Daryn decided to pull away, by which point Mitchell’s eyes were already glossed over in a haze. He could hardly remember where he was or what he was doing. Only the giant hairy man before him who was causing his cock to swell.
“Now, as I said, Hop in.” Daryn murmured only this time he didn’t give Mitchell much or a choice nor any time to think or recompose himself before he was practically picking the small suited man up by his shirt and tossing him in the passenger seat. “There you go.”
Moments later Daryn came around the other side before jumping into the driver's seat. Mitchell’s head was still spinning from the kiss. All he knew was that being so close to this brute made him feel so helpless and submissive. Like he wanted to do anything he was told. So much so that Daryn smiled when he saw Mitchell’s bulge now at full attention. The dazed man suddenly began to snap out of it however as he heard the truck's engine roar to life.
“W-what? Huh? Wait… m-my car.” Mitchell muttered as his brain made its best attempt to come to its senses with little avail.
“Don’t worry about you car boy. You’re not gonna need it anymore.” Daryn claimed boldly as he rubbed Mitchell’s lean thigh. “Just focus on me. Focus on daddy.” The deep gravelly voice of his once again ringing through Mitchell’s ears in a way that he was unable to resist. So much so that Mitchell hardly even protested as he watched Daryn reach towards his crotch and undo the zipper on his jeans. Slowly reaching inside and pulling out the thick meaty shaft he called a cock as it soon began to engorge.
“Have a suck on that while daddy takes you home.” Daryn laughed again before taking Mitchell’s head once again only this time pressing it down towards his fat dick. This time the younger man didn’t even try to resist, instead just wrapping his lips around the massive cock as he was told. Coughing and spluttering a little as he struggled to contain its sheer girth and length in his mouth while the trucker continued to push Mitchell’s head down further. “Mmmmm yeahhhhh… that’s it. Goooood boy.” Daryn groans, allowing the pleasure of a good blowjob to wash over him. He wanted to get one last one in before the big change after all.
With Mitchell’s mind now firmly under the bear's control, Daryn set off out of the gas station and down the road. It’d been so many years since he’d done this. He couldn’t help being excited for what was to come. He wasn’t quite sure if it would turn out the way he hoped after he’d *used* Mitchell but it would at the very least be interesting. And if it didn’t work out as he planned, he could always find someone else to even things out…
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About 30 or so minutes later, the pair pulled up outside Daryn’s place. It was a secluded cabin out in the woods away from most other people. It was a surprisingly nice place that looked almost a bit fancy with the way it was built. Of course Mitchell didn’t see it at first though as he was too busy letting Daryn use his mouth as a cock warmer as he passively sucked on the giant manhood. Only pulling off at last when Daryn sat him up and said they’d arrived. Mitchell would only nod in response as he was told to get out of the truck and follow Daryn inside.
Before long Daryn unlocked the front door before ushering Mitchell in. The dazed man of course didn’t think twice and continued following behind Daryn thick backside into the house and towards the main living area. It was large and spacious with just the right amount of decor to give it some personality. But Mitchell didn’t care about any of that. He had tunnel vision for the bear that’d lured him here and that was that.
“Now just stand here while I get the preparations ready.” Daryn ordered as he left Mitchell stood in the middle of the living room like a mindless drone. He would return shortly after with a few items in hand.
Daryn placed the items to one side before turning back to Mitchell with a smile. “Get undressed.” He said with an even more commanding tone. Mitchell’s eyes rolled slightly as the bigger man’s voice vibrated through him. Then almost immediately after he began pulling off his clothes as fast as possible. Tossing his tie on the floor as he kicked off his dress shoes before rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. “Gooood.” Daryn muttered as he began to do the same. Gradually tugging off his own clothes starting with his massive boots before moving to grab the bottom of his tight shirt. “Fuck this hypno necklace was a great purchase. This is so much easier than last time.” He commented as he tossed the shirt to the ground, revealing not only his huge hairy belly and soft pecs but also the magical artifact hung around his neck.
The pair continued stripping down until finally they both stood completely nude besides the necklace still hanging around Daryn’s neck. Dirty jeans and suit pants discarded to one side. Now the difference between them was even more apparent than ever after getting to see the side by side comparison of Mitchell's skinny hairless body next to Daryn’s massive hairy one… it was like night and day! Everything about Daryn was bigger and manlier from his muscles to his body fat. His hands to his beard. His ass to his cock. God their cocks. Despite everything that was one of the most notable differences. Mitchell in all honestly had a rather small below average dick. A cute little pecker if you will. But Daryn’s was a weapon. Fat and huge. Even while flaccid it was intimidating to look at, knowing it could ruin almost any hole. Had Mitchell not been dazed out of his mind he probably would’ve been jealous but instead he could only think about worshiping the Goliath of a man before him even more so than before.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Daryn turned and grabbed one to the items he’d grabbed earlier. A bottle of what seemed to be ordinary body lotion. He cracked open the lid and poured a very generous amount of it into his hand before making his way back towards Mitchell. Without a second thought he began rubbing the lotion across Mitchell’s smooth frame, starting with his chest and stomach before working his way around. Making sure to lather up each and every part of the younger man’s frame. Before long Mitchell was practically shining in the light due to all the lotion but things weren’t over yet.
“Now it’s my turn.” Daryn claimed as he handed the lotion bottle to Mitchell. “Lather me up boy.” He demanded. He didn’t need to ask twice. Within seconds Mitchell had squeezed the lotion into his hands and was rubbing all across Daryn’s much bigger body. His small hands sliding through the dense body hair that covered Daryn’s entire body. Mitchell made sure to get into each and every crevice of the bear's body. Taking far too much pleasure in applying the lotion. He spent by far the longest amount of time lathering up Daryn’s thick hairy ass cheeks. Running his hands over his master's huge globes again and again while making sure to get right in between them. Only stopping when Daryn reminded him that his dick still needed doing. To which Mitchell hastily compiled before moving on and giving that huge bear cock and massage with lotion also. Until at last Michell had made sure to coat every last inch of Daryn’s furry trucker body.
“Good job boy.” Daryn complimented. “I appreciate the extra lengths you went to worship this form. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m going to miss this. But I’m long overdue for a little change to freshen things up.” Daryn explained though much of what he was saying went completely over Mitchell’s head. He gave his big belly a hefty pat, enjoying the way it wobbled slightly. “Oh well. I’m sure I’ll get back to this point sooner or later.”
With that Daryn took one last feel of his body before going to grab the other item he’d place on the table. A ring. One that is embedded with multiple strange engravings that most normal people wouldn’t have a clue to the meaning of. The huge macho man took a deep breath before slipping the ring on his finger. Already he could feel its power flooding into him yet again after so many years. Just then he glanced over at Mitchell, who was still pretty zoned out, with a sinister grin. He couldn’t wait.
He marched back over towards the man he’d lured back to his cabin with heavy footsteps. “Are you ready, little man?” He sneered. “To become a part of me?” He added with a sadistic grin.
As insane as it sounded, Mitchell was as far too gooned out after that car ride to process what he’d just been asked. All he could do was go along with it mindlessly as his cock bounced in response.
“Good. Now C’mere!” Daryn shouted and before Mitchell could even react, the brutish man threw his arms around Mitchell and pulled him hard into a tight bear hug. Their slick bodies pressed against one another in an embrace that had Mitchell moaning towards the ceiling as he felt himself being squeezed by those powerful arms. And as he did, the ring on Daryn’s finger began to glow a multitude of different colours…
Daryn always loved this part. The magical power of the ring started to set in, flooding through his body. It was a powerful heat that couldn’t be contained yet made him feel so comfortable and horny at the same time. It reached through to every end of his body, filling him up with power. Power that Daryn knew exactly how to wield.
Mitchell could feel this heat resonating from within Daryn and he loved it. It made him feel even weaker than before. Now not only being so much smaller physically but now he could feel this other power flowing through the man bear hugging him off the ground with ease. It only made Mitchell want to be closer and closer to Daryn. Closer and closer and closer… he needed to be closer. The magic was telling him so. Closer. Closer. Closer.
His body acted on its own as Mitchell suddenly wrapped both his arms and legs around Daryn’s body as tightly as he could. All the while feeling an almost unimaginable pleasure surge through his body in waves of ecstasy. He was in so much constant pleasure that he’d failed to notice how he’d already blown multiple loads across Daryn’s hairy stomach.
“Fuuuuuck boyyyyy! That’s it! Hold on nice and tight! It’ll all be over soon…” Daryn grinned as his own giant dick bucked against Mitchell’s ass from below. He could feel it starting. The lotion they’d put on beforehand was helping to hasten and smooth the process along. It was something he’d figured out the last time he did this after many long and awkward attempts before that. But now he could already feel it happening!
Mitchell was still blissfully unaware of the situation, completely absorbed by lust. Had he been more conscious of what was happening, he’d have noticed that being this close to Daryn was no longer a choice. Their bodies were stuck together like glue. Or more accurately, Mitchell’s body was gradually being pulled inside Daryn’s!
Magical wisps of energy originating from the ring began swirling around the pair. As they did Mitchell only continued to sink as he rutted against Daryn in a lustful frenzy. Every movement only caused his body to be pulled deeper. His chest and stomach had already fully sunk in as his arms and legs were beginning to follow the same example. Even Mitchell’s cock and balls that’d stuck to Daryn’s midsection were now starting to phase into the brutes body. One would think that at some point Mitchell would come to his senses and start freaking out, demanding to be let go as he panicked. But it didn’t happen. He was completely gooned out by both the hypnosis and the magic that was causing this strange metamorphosis. His face looked so dumb and horny as if he were about to drool. Daryn preferred it this way though. No fighting against it. Just slutty moans filling the air until the job was done.
And that’s exactly what happened. Even as more and more of Mitchell’s body was pulled inside, he couldn’t help letting out moan after moan. Seemingly trapped in this state of heavenly bliss. Pretty soon his arms and legs had almost completely disappeared with only his back, ass and head sticking out the front of Daryn’s body. A bizarre sight to say the least. Anyone likely would’ve fainted on the spot having seen it. Daryn should know as it happened once before. One of the first times he did it infact back when he had neighbors. Someone had heard all the commotion coming from his house and came by to check only to see a scene very similar to this. Of course nobody believed them when they tried to explain what they saw and where that other guy had disappeared to as the magic of the ring had already begun replacing people's memories. That said, Daryn didn’t take any more risks after that resulting in his current cabin in the woods away from any curious neighbors.
The bear gave Mitchell’s tight little ass one final smack before that too sunk inside his body. He then moved his hands up towards Mitchell’s back, squeezed it tightly in an effort to speed up the process even further. During which Mitchell himself could no longer feel the parts of himself that’d been absorbed. Instead he was now moaning at the pleasure he felt simply being a part of Daryn. Getting to feel Daryn’s body from head to toe as if it were his own despite having zero control. Still feeling the euphoria of the magic itself only now through that massive hairy body that’d lured him here to begin with. He loved it. He needed more. He needed to immerse himself fully and become a part of Daryn just like he was always born to be! And just like that the rest of his back disappeared leaving only his head sticking out of Daryn’s chest.
Daryn grinned through his massive beard as he watched the last of Mitchell slipping away. The smaller man’s moans continued to grow quieter and quieter as his head was pulled deeper. His neck fully submerged before his face began to disappear. The final look on it was one of needy desire, groaning like an idiot up until the last second that his mouth was pulled inside. The last thing his eyes saw was an upwards view of Daryn’s big hairy pecs that he was now becoming a part of while said man stared down at him devilishly. Only then did the last of his head finally sink in. Fully merged at last.
After that Daryn took a long deep breath. He took a few actually. He could feel his body and the magic of the ring trying to process Mitchell. Like always he felt heavy after this part. Much heavier than normal. Almost like the feeling you get when you’ve eaten a huge meal. Thick and bloated as Mitchell’s DNA, Mass and Mind were being calculated.
The ring on Daryn’s finger continued to glow in a rainbow like fashion for a few more moments until finally it settled on a deep purple colour. Seeing this Daryn knew what was to come next. The change. He could feel it already. Deep inside his body was beginning to bubble and transform.
He let out a roar as the magic spread throughout his body once more only this time with much greater intensity. Every inch of his being was overflowing with energy. No matter how many times it happened, he’d never get used to this part. It was just so otherworldly. But he loved it all the more because he knew that after it he would be blessed with something new and fresh once again that he hoped he was gonna love.
Despite how strong of a man he appeared to be, Daryn’s knees began to wobble at the might of the magical power flowing through his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer so he used the last of his strength to make it out of the living room and down the corridor. Each step wavering with sheer ecstasy as he had to hold onto the wall for support. His involuntary moans filled the house while his cock bucked and bounced with every step, now impossibly hard. He even began to leak copious amounts of pre, leaving a trail of cum behind as he finally reached his bedroom.
Upon stumbling into the room, Daryn was just about able to make it to the mirror before he collapsed. He could already see some of the changes. Subtle differences in his facial structure, the proportions of his body seeming a little bit off, he could already tell he was getting a bit thinner but with a guy like Mitchell that was to be expected. He had just enough strength left to do a quick spin in the mirror, examining his current body from all sides one last time.
“Mmmmm god I’m gonna miss being this huge.” He mumbled to himself as he got a good look at his thick bear ass before smacking his belly and hefting his pecs. “But… Uugghhhh fuuuuckkk… I can’t wait… for my… Grroooaaahhhh… new body!” He was just barely able to finish his sentence while falling to his knees at last, cock pointing up towards the ceiling. The last thing he remembered before passing out was his dick erupting everywhere like a volcano of cum…
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It was a long night to say the least. It was only around 6:30pm when Daryn passed out but he wouldn’t awake until the following morning and for good reason. Like it had many times before, his body was undergoing an intense transformation. The powerful ring that was causing it continued to glow brightly as it forced Daryn’s body through the changes while he was unconscious.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Daryn finally started to come around. “Fuuuck… how long was I out?” He grumbled slightly while rubbing his head. The first thing he noticed was just how sticky his chest and stomach were. Cum. That always happened. His cock can never stop cumming after he absorbs someone and everytime he wakes up covered in it. However that was far from what really caught his eye.
His body. It was leaner. Gone was the huge wobbly belly from before and in its place was flat stomach the likes of which Daryn hadn’t possessed in years. And his pecs were so much firmer now, no longer padded out with so much fat. And it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt so much lighter!
Daryn wasted no time in getting into his feet, which now felt like far less effort than it otherwise would’ve been. As he was still right in front of the mirror, Daryn immediately got a good look at his new body and he had to say he was impressed. At first he was a little worried that Mitchell was a little too far on the twinkish side but now he was seeing the results, he was certain he’d picked the perfect candidate.
Immediately it was clear that merging with Mitchell had caused to lose a lot of weight. Before he was practically a giant with all the fat and muscle he had. But now? His body was lean and toned but still with a healthy amount of muscle to fill him out. He might not have been the colossal tank of a man he was before but he still looked and felt strong.
He reached up towards his face before running a hand across it. There were similarities to both his former face and Mitchell's, allowing it to feel both familiar and not so at the same time. He was glad to see he’d retained his strong masculine looks only now they looked a bit more refined. Instead of that rougher look he’d grown accustomed to, Daryn now adorned a much more charmingly handsome yet still manly facade.
“Fucking hell. Forgot how nice it feels to have a full head of hair.” He admitted as he felt the nicely cropped hair that now sat where his trucker hat had previously been covering his bald head. “Mmmmm… and I like the feel of that too.” Daryn hummed as he dragged a hand through his new beard. Before it’d been so huge and bushy but now it’d receded into a shorter, well groomed beard instead.
“Jesus boy. Your DNA and mine went together like bread and butter. I’m a gorgeous fucker.” He muttered to himself while continuing to inspect his new face. Prodding at each and every detail. It was at the point where he could’ve stared at his own handsome mug all day had he not been too intrigued by the rest of his body to continue his exploration.
Taking a few steps back, Daryn eyed himself up and down in the mirror. Despite being much leaner than he was before, he’d still retained a lot of his muscle and that couldn’t have been more clear when he decided to flex his biceps. He grinned as he watched the muscles peak. “Fuuuuck yeahh. Good arms…” he commented while giving his right bicep a squeeze and loving how hard the muscle felt now that it wasn’t covered by fat. So much so that he ended up leaning in and giving it a kiss.
Once he’d finished groping at his arms however, his attention soon shifted towards his chest. He’d already noticed it before but now he gave himself a chance to really appreciate it by giving both his pecs a proper squeeze at the same time. They felt so much more rounded than before but the best part was the bouncing. It’d been so many years since he was able to do it but now he could finally bounce his pecs again! His face practically lit up with lustful glee as he watched the muscle move under his command. Pecs moving in almost perfect rhythm. Left, right, left, right. “God that’s so hot…”
As he’d been admiring his pecs however, he was forced to truly recognise how hairy he was now. Before absorbing Mitchell he was a complete fur ball covered in hair from head to toe. Now though his body hair seemed a lot more modest with the majority of it covering his chest and stomach. Once again giving him a far more tamed masculine aura rather than the rough unkempt masculinity he’d exuded before.
“Glad to see that didn’t get any smaller.” Daryn chuckled slightly as he reached down and grabbed his already half hard cock. The excitement of getting to explore his new body had already caused some blood to pump into his prised organ. With Mitchell having had such a small dick, Daryn was worried he might’ve lost a bit of his size in the transformation but it seemed he was safe. Despite having gotten leaner, his cock was just as fat as ever, hanging heavy between his legs. In fact, without that big belly in the way, his cock looked even bigger and more impressive than before. Especially as it grew to its full size.
He couldn’t help shivering as he gripped it tightly, feeling just how firm it was now. “O-ooohh fuck. It’s soooo… fuckin hard.” It might’ve sounded like a given but Daryn’s body had been reaching its mid 40’s before. However after merging with a young guy like Mitchell it was clear that he’d lost a few years alongside all that fat. If he were to guess, he’d probably be about 32 physically now. That said the youthful vigor that’d slowly been slipping away from him had returned in kind with a dick that was not only huge but also ready to fuck and nut at a moment’s notice!
While jerking himself off, Daryn couldn’t help turning to the side so he could get a decent look at his ass and he couldn’t have been happier. Instead of the fat bearish butt he had before, it was now much more rounded and bubbly. Yet still thick and easy to jiggle of course. Something he couldn’t help doing with his spare hand which only made his cock pulse harder and harder.
Turning back to face the mirror dead on, Daryn grinned with triumph. Sure he’d loved being a bear for all those years but this new form was everything he could’ve asked for. Strong and muscled. Tight in all the right places. Drop dead fucking gorgeous. Every inch of his new body was perfect.
“Grrrahhhhh… I’m so fuckin handsome!!” Daryn shouted before stumbling forwards towards the mirror. Without a second thought he grabbed onto the sides of it and ran his tongue along the mirror before leaning in and beginning to kiss his reflection. The whole time his cock was bucking while smearing pre-cum against it.
This was something Daryn did every decade or so. It was like a tradition now. Everytime he was getting bored of a certain look or was looking for a way to shave a few years off, he would use the ring. This was now the sixth time it’d happened. His sixth victim. Everytime he absorbed someone, their DNA mixed with his own to induce a transformation. However, their minds, instead of merging with Daryn’s, would always get broken down and lost during the integration. Usually churned away into nothing as they got pushed down into his balls ready to get shot out in a massive load later on. Meaning Daryn never had to fight for control. A perfect outcome for him really.
“God yeahhh… that little bitch had no fucking clue he was gonna become part of perfection.” He groaned as he squeezed and tugged at his cock while taking a few steps back. “Thanks for the DNA Mitchell but I’m afraid my need for you has run out.” It was strange. Mitchell had never mentioned his name to Daryn but after being absorbed Daryn just knew. “Once I’ve splattered you across my fucking mirror, I’m gonna head out into the world and I’m gonna FUCK so much ASS!” He claimed boldly, thrusting his hips lewdly as he did.
Daryn went on a horny spree of feeling up his body. Touching every muscle. Rubbing his hands across every hair. Showing off his new form in so many different ways by posing in the mirror and even taking a few pictures of himself between pumping his impressive dick. He even went as far as to set up his camera so he could record himself jiggling his own ass and shaking it like a slut. This quickly led to him watching the video back and jerking off even harder while moaning about how he wished he could fuck his own ass now. Saying how juicy and fuckable it looked. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.
With one final squeeze of his cock, Daryn let go of his huge 9 inch manhood and tossed both his arms up into an impressive bicep flex before spewing one of the fattest loads he’s spilled in years. His dick was like a hose as it spayed cum uncontrollably around the room. Coating the floor, bed, mirror and bedside table with his nut.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Daryn resigned himself to clean up. He wiped up as much of his mess as possible before heading into the shower. Switching it on and allowing the hot water to cascade over his form.
Everything just felt so right. Of course he was gonna miss being so huge but like he’d thought before, if he ever got tired of the lean muscled look, he could always try packing on a few pounds again. Or maybe the next time he decides to absorb someone, he finds a thick hairy daddy to take instead. Either way he was certainly going to enjoy this new muscle daddy look he had going on in the meantime.
That said, now that Daryn had a clear mind, he had to admit he was liking this new form of his a hell of a lot more than he expected. Even as he lathered his body up with soap, he couldn’t help lingering on certain areas. Rubbing and teasing himself as he made sure to clean every crevice. Especially between his ass. His hand just couldn’t help lingering between his cheeks as his fingers tickled the entrance to his hole. It certainly didn’t feel as right as it once did. That somehow merging with Mitchell had loosened it a bit. It felt good though. Really fucking good. Like he just wanted to…
“Ughhhh fuuuckkk…” he groaned while slowly slotting a finger inside himself. It felt surprisingly good considering he hadn’t even thought to play with his hole in years. Almost all the guys he’d absorbed up until now had been very dominant manly men that would only ever top so this was another unfamiliar feeling. “Maybe I’ll try getting fucked after all…” he mumbled. Of course he wanted to remain a top for the most part but the idea of getting a big dick up his tight muscle ass every once in awhile suddenly began to sound pretty appealing
By now the magic of the ring must’ve already shifted reality. The rest of the world would have thought he was always this way and that Mitchell never existed. Which also meant that as soon as he was done showering he could head down into town and hit up some of the gay bars. With his smooth husky voice and dashing new looks, he was certain he’d have another dude in his bed by the end of the night. He’d have them worshipping his hot fucking body before bending them over and filling them to fucking brim with cum.
All in all Mitchell was the best coincidence he never asked for. He might have been fine as a massive bear of a man, but now this new self was brimming with possibilities. Top, bottom and everything in between, Daryn couldn’t wait to see everything in store for him.
Thanks to all of you for your patience. This story has been quite overdue but I’m happy to finally have it out! Hope you all enjoyed it. It’s was quite the ride to write and was just as fun. I’m equally as excited for the next story on my list to be written up!
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Coach's Curse
Jason could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he propelled himself on his skates. He expertly navigated between his opponents, doing his best to tune out the cheering crowd and the shouting of his teammates. And as Jason reared his hockey stick back and fired the puck forward, he felt as if the world went still. He watched as it sailed through the air- as the goalie attempted to block his shot. But as he watched the puck find the back of the net and the buzzer sound, he could barely believe it.
Jason immediately was tackled by his teammates, all of them cheering and yelling in celebration. He did it. He scored the game winning goal. The championship hockey game- and he scored the game winning point. The next part was a blur. He was in the locker room with his teammates, all of them still basking in their victory. Jason beamed as the victory cowboy hat was placed on his head. There were plans for a big party later that night with a few of the frats and sororities on campus. And Jason couldn’t be more excited. As the winner of the game, he was sure he’d get a few girls in bed that night. But as he thought about the night ahead of him, his coach told everyone to quiet down. As per game tradition, Coach Henderson was giving them a victory speech. But something about the speech was off. It was almost somewhat... dull. Maybe even a hint of sadness. Jason ignored it, thinking it was probably just coach getting all sentimental. Besides, it had been 15 years since coach’s last victory.
“Jason,” His coach’s deep voice boomed through the locker room, “I have your game winning puck in my office. Come with me.”
Jason smirked and followed Henderson out of the locker room and down the corridor lined with old jerseys as his team cheered him on. He remembered his first walk down these halls when he was a freshman, excited to start his time on the team. He never imagined that his college hockey career would end like this.
“Oh Jason.” Coach Henderson mumbled as they entered his office, “I never thought I’d see this day. It’s been so long.”
“Doesn’t matter how long it’s been.” Jason smirked, “We fucking did it.”
Henderson frowned, “You know all those years ago, I didn’t know what to make of it. When I stood in this very room.”
“Yeah but it’s all worth it. Doesn’t matter if it took you fifteen years or whatever to get another one.” Jason frowned as something cool passed through him.
Coach smiled slightly, “At first it didn’t feel like I had a choice. But I think I’m going to miss it.” He took a deep breath, “You see, many years ago the real Coach Henderson put a curse on the team.” The room was silent, with Jason standing and processing the odd statement.
“What are you talking about?” Jason chuckled, “This some kind of joke?”
“It was to teach a douchebag on the team a lesson. But the curse continued even after that.” Jason shuddered as he felt more cool air pass through him, “The winner of the championship game, to prevent them from becoming too full of themselves, would have to become the team’s coach. And lead them to victory.”
Jason could barely process the words as his whole body started to shake violently. He tried to tell Henderson that he wasn’t feeling well, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth. The whole world was starting to spin now and he fell to his knees, shivering as the coldness around him became unbearable. But that’s when he noticed it. He raised his hand and looked, inspecting it closely. The skin of his hand looked more weathered, lighter even. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the hair on it become lighter in color as well.
“I wasn’t always coach.” Henderson said as he raised his hand. Jason’s eyes widened as he watched coach’s hand become more tan, the weathered appearance disappearing, “My name was AJ. But fifteen years ago I scored the game winning goal.”
Jason was unable to respond as the feeling in his skin intensified. He fell to his back and writhed as his body started shifting. He could feel the changes moving up his arm and he forced himself to watch as his biceps expanded at first with muscle. This was soon followed with a thick layer of fat- while the skin became more weathered and tired with age. He looked at his changed arm in horror, feeling the new skin and fat with his other hand.
‘This doesn’t make sense!’ He thought, a feeling of dread passing through him as he saw his other hand begin to change, ‘Curses aren’t real! This isn’t real!’ He looked up at Henderson, who’s arms had lost their fat, replaced instead by strong muscles- muscles that put Jason’s old ones to shame.
And that wasn’t all Jason noticed. Coach’s belly shrunk. And Jason quickly learned what that meant for him. His stomach start to grumble, the sound becoming more and more intense. He looked at Henderson with desperation, silently pleading for help, but found his coach frowning at him. Jason let out a belch and a thin layer of fat covered his lean abdomen and chest. Another belch and now a slight pudge graced his features. And with each belch Jason’s abdomen expanded and expanded. And with one final loud belch, Jason could feel his stomach reach its final size. At the same time, his lean chest pushed out with fat and muscle, jiggling slightly as he moved. Jason cringed at this foreign feeling. At this new heaviness that he never appreciated in his life. Ever since he was young, he was lean and in shape. Years of practice and playing hockey gifted him with his physique. And he shuddered at the realization it only took a few minutes to reverse that entirely. He pushed himself into a sitting position and watched as his gut fell into his lap. Jason placed a hand on his belly and frowned. It really was his. It was real. He looked up at Henderson, who was running a hand over his perfect abdominal muscles. The two met each other’s gaze.
“I’m sorry.” Henderson whispered, running a hand over his head as blond locks started to sprout.
Jason copied the motion, running a hand through his black hair and knocking his victory hat off. As his hand moved through his hair though, clumps of it began to fall out and disappear into nothingness. At this point, a few tears fall from his eyes and onto his plump abdomen. He cherished his hair- always making sure to style it and keep it well maintained. He loved when chicks ran their hands through it. But now it was gone, replaced by the same buzz cut that Coach Henderson sported. And as he looked up at Henderson, who’s neck fat receded and face became more angular, Jason knew that his face was changing. Fat filling his angular face. His neck disappearing under a layer of chub.
“I know I shouldn’t brag.” Henderson- or AJ said, feeling his face with a grin, “But it really feels nice to be back.” He rubbed at the goatee that still adorned his face, which quickly began to fall away with each touch.
Jason’s hand shot to his new face and frowned as he felt hair sprout from his upper lip and chin. He liked to be clean shaven. But just like that, his face was now adorned with his new facial hair. And that’s when he noticed an itchiness move across his chubby body. The small amount of body hair he did have already started to fill in more, blanketing his chest and flabby belly in a nice coat of hair. He watched as his treasure trail grew with hairs sprouting along the sides of it. It crawled up his abdomen until it reached his chest, which then erupted in a dense layer of hair before expanding out and coating the remainder of his chest. Jason rubbed a hand through it, wincing at the feeling. And as he looked down at himself, still trying to process that this was real- that this was him- AJ extended his hand.
“Here coach.” AJ said calmly. Jason frowned and grabbed AJ’s hand, allowing the younger man to help him up. As he stood up, he shuddered as his ass jiggled with its new padding, “I know this is a lot to process.” AJ’s voice was less gruff now, a youthful tone now escaping his lips, “But I’ve told you what you need to know. You’re Coach Henderson now, at least until some other poor guy wins the championship game. But until then you’ve gotta coach them, got it?”
Jason’s eyes were wide, unable to fully process any of this. He was going to stay stuck like this? Until the team won a championship? It took fifteen years... would he be like this for the next fifteen years?
“No fucking way.” Jason winced at how deep and gruff his voice had become, “No, turn me the fuck back. I just won the game. There’s no way...”
“No, I just won the game.” AJ replied, placing the victory hat on his head, “From this point on, Jason never existed... at least until the next time this team takes home the championship. People will think I won the game tonight.”
“But my friends? My family? What...?”
“Everything will return to normal when you lead the team to victory, okay Jason? Until then, you have all the tools you need. All the basic memories to get by day to day.” AJ smiled, “Use those memories of who you were to motivate you. That’s what I needed to do. But from this moment on, you’re Coach Henderson. It’s easier if you accept that.”
Before Jason could reply, his former teammates called out for AJ. The hockey star gave Jason a smile and a nod, before heading out to celebrate his victory with the team. Jason could only stand there, in the quiet of his new office, the thrill of his victory turning into despair.
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Coach Henderson yawned as he pushed himself out of bed, careful not to wake the naked bear of a man sleeping next to him. He trudged through his apartment, scratching at his hairy chest and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As he walked, he kicked a few beer bottles out of his way, barely acknowledging the messy state of his apartment. He plopped down at his computer, looking over briefly at a team photo. One where AJ proudly stood with their championship trophy. A photo taken about 16 years ago. Henderson turned his attention back to his computer, looking at the roster of new players that would be joining the team for the season. They looked promising- maybe just maybe this was the year.
He quickly shut his laptop and yawned- he always thought that. That hope that this year would be the year. Why should he think this year would be different? He stepped into his bathroom and looked at himself over in the mirror. Sixteen years looking like this- didn’t matter if he shaved, exercised, drank- his appearance remained unchanged. He let out a belch and frowned. He barely remembered his life as Jason or what he used to look like. It got to a point where he was starting to wonder if he was ever anyone else. And he stopped even thinking of himself as Jason. And maybe that was for the best. He could feel the magic that changed him feeding off his doubt, cementing itself. He wondered what would happen if he just let it completely win.
“You could...” A voice whispered in the back of his head, “Live the rest of your out as me.” It echoed, “Become me fully.”
Henderson shook his head, and those thoughts became quieter. But soon another voice filled the room. One asking how he was doing and if he was excited for the year. One belonging to another man, who wrapped his arms around Henderson and gave him a kiss. A man that Jason would’ve never considered, but as Henderson couldn’t help it. And so maybe if this year didn’t end in victory, Henderson would have to take the voice in his head up on its offer. Maybe that was all he would need in the end to win anyway.
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Enjoying Jesus
Jesus, is one my favorite skins to inhabit. His gorgeous brown eyes are what I love staring back at me in the mirror. His bodysuit holds a place of honor in my collection, it’s hardly ever off my body. I’ve been in him for so long he is how I see myself in my dreams.
His body is almost holy to me. I feel so lucky to have gotten a hold of him and made him my own. I feel reverence for every square inch of his skin as I moisturize it. I’ve done the most to maintain his life because it now feels like my own. I feel truly at home in his skin.
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Stoner Step Dad
Billy arrived home from classes one day to find a strange shirtless man in his kitchen. The guy looked like a model or a baywatch character. Bronzed skin, bulging pecs and a squarish face with wild hair. "Hey sport, you must be Billy. I'm Chad and well, I'm dating your mom now! I dont wanna make things awkward but Im sure were gonna hit it off!" The mans giant grin and exposed body filled Billy with digust and anxiety. He scoffed and went to his room to study, ignoring Chad. After a few hours he creeped out for some food. He searched the kitchen but found nothing except a protein shake with a note on it. "Feel like we got off to a bad start, hope this helps us bond!" Billy rolled his eyes but his aching stomach would not be denied.
He quickly downed the protein shake and then fell into a surprisingly deep sleep. When he woke up the next day he felt strangely slow and itchy, he pulled himself out of bed and scratched his face. Weird. It felt like he had some stubble but wait he wasnt even shaving yet! He stumbled over to the bathroom and was shocked to see some course hairs crawling across his face in some messy stubble. His face looked different too, his eyes seemed smaller, empty, like the main character in a stoner movie. He wanted to shave off the gross unkept stubble feeling it made him look like a dumb stoner but for some reason couldnt bring himself to do it. He just felt so...lazy. Eh he could do it later. He instead hopped in the shower and began lathering up his body wash. A strange smell wafted from his skin, almost like weed. That's when he noticed his body wash had been replaced with a sickly looking green bottle. "Fuck dude" he moaned. He felt a weird tingling all over and could only stare as his skin rapidly tanned all over as if he spent every moment in the sun. But even worse blonde hairs crept out all over his chest, stomach and arms. He scratched at it in horror but the pleasure felt too good. His skin felt warmer as his muscles slowly pushed out. Firm pecs, hard abs and even bulging biceps. He couldn't help but flex them feeling his mind slow down. His height began to rise and his hands and feet popped and grew bigger. Last to change was his hair which became dirty blonde and messy. He nearly fell over his new big feet trying to step out of the shower. Swiping a large hand across the mirror his face was now completely different, square, masculine and very dumb looking. He searched for his clothes but only found a red bathing suit. He knew somehow Chad was responsible for this and didn't want him to win but he couldn't run out naked so he hesitantly pulled the swim shorts up. The moment they touched his dick he felt another spark as it grew thick and longer and his mind was reprogrammed for sex, surfing, lifeguard work and weed. He walked out of the bathroom, a cockier stance taking over. "Hey sport want a ride to work?" Billy gave a big dumb grin and a thumbs up "sure thing dad that would be sick!"
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I was at the gym looking for my next body, and couldn't help but feel the allure from this guy. I waited for him to go to the locker room and hopped into him then, decided to skip the shower and walked out to his car instead and feeling the musk from my body. There's something different about him, something about hopping into him specifically is awakening this lustful drive within me. My boner hasn't receded since I hopped into him, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. I'm getting harder with each glance in the rear-view mirror. I need to find a bathroom asap.
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Ill-intention radiates clearly from him after that black slug dropped from the ceiling and started its makeover to the once soft-spoken nerd. There's no more of that gentle Latino nerd in its wake, he's a much changed man now with clearly differing outlook in life as he baited those unaware targets to its alluring trap
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A request from @alienpossession
Not necessarily my thing, but what I won't do for a friend
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Could you change me to a orc? They are the epitome of masculinity and I want to look like them. I hope my wish is granted to be an orc breeder.
Your wish is granted however the results may not be what you expect as you've transformed into a orc human hybrid., however the power coursed through your new body.
You watched as your form merged together before the total changes took place, pain ripped through your body as your orc half fought hard to take control.
You glanced at your new form, shocked at the fact the leather jacket you now sport had seemed to merge to your body as your boney growths took hold through them, you felt your power flow through you as your new high orc libido took hold, you needed to breed and you didn't give a fuck who it was with, your roommate would awaken to a shock as you pumped your seed into him, watching him transform into a hybrid like you soon after.
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You seem pretty.. susceptible right now. Wonder if I send another picture, you’ll change again? Only one way to find out!
Would love for you to be him, body and mind~
What?! No, I wanted help with stopping the transformations, not more of them! Nnnghh! Fuck bro, I'm... turning black? My hair is falling out too, no... My clothes are getting too tight, and NNGHH what the FUCK is dat my cock bro? It keeps on twitching and getting bigger, I... Oh my god, it's so hot dawg, it just keeps on going. *THROB* 5 inches *THROB* 7 inches *THROB* 9 inches *THROB* 12 inches. Shit this is a real fuckin BBC! I gotta resist touchin' it or else this'll be ma permanent form til the next inbox message. I don't wanna be stuck as some dude named Tyrone! Fuck, but it feels so fuckin good...
Shit dawg, what wuz I just thinking about? I rub my massive bulge through my underwear and moan with my deep, baritone voice. Whatever it was probably isn't dat important. I whip my cock out and it slaps my toned abs. I watch as it throbs and twitches on its own before I grab it with both of my hands.
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Whoops!
Joey rubbed his skinny mid section and moaned as he heard his stomach grumble angrily.
"uuuuuuuughhhhh wh- what is happening to me!!"
Joey's stomach groaned loudly and he heard the churning inside. His stomach became painfully tight and he was so uncomfortable he had to sit down. His breathing became rapid and it couldn't help but moan from the pain.
Suddenly Joey felt his skinny arms expanding, he looked down and watched as his bicep slowly blew up like something out of a cartoon. He laughed in between his strained moans as he watched his chest fill out, his triceps hard and his legs thicken into strong tree trunks.
He tried to flex and enjoy the new size but the pain in his stomach got worse, he lifted his shirt to see the skinny stomach he had was now becoming hard as abs took shape. He let out a excited laugh which was cut short by his stomach loudly gurgling.
Joey let out another moan hoping it would stop soon when he noticed something. The definition of his new muscles on his massive thighs was slowly fading away as his legs continued to swell. He looked at his arms and saw his tricep and bicep slowly melting together as all definition was going away as it swells up evern larger. The big thick muscled pecs he had inflated a few inches bigger and sagged slightly, still a solid muscle but they looked a bit fluffy.
Joey grabbed the small black plastic bottle he had just chugged. He read the front again "Bear Tonic: INSTANT MUSCLE GROWTH" was written across in big bright letters. He turned the bottle gritting his teeth as his stomach grumbled loudly again.
"DISCLAIMER: BEAR TONIC (trademark TheTransformationCompany) ensures you transform instantly into the young muscle bear if your dreams. Expect mostly muscle gain however this formula is designed to remove definition and create a slim layer of fat for the extra bulky look. 1 bottle = 2 serves"
Suddenly Joey dropped the empty bottle on the ground as he felt his stomach tremble, he watched as his newly defined abs slowly started to become less and less defined and his stomach stuck out slightly. FWOOP!! Joey's gut suddenly stuck out, almost trippling in size. He grabbed his newly formed bulk as it filled out both his hands
"Wh!-WHAT!! NO NO, THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED"
The pain had faded but his stomach still bubbled and churned as it desperatly tried to process the double serving he had accidentally drunk. His gut sounded like a water cooler rapidly emptying when all of a sudden,
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!
Joey's face turned bight red as he belched, followed by another and another. The desperate grabbing has he tried to stuff his new off season gut stopped as he started rubbing it trying to ease the worst bloat he had ever experienced.
He tried to do anything else other than moan in discomfort and belch but the only other thing he could manage to do was think how he should read the entire label next time.
BUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!
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Fuck… I thought British people were always elegant, respectful and handsome, so I decided to use the App, but I think I’m not becoming the kind of British I wanted…
Well, tell me, what do you find so pleasant and desirable about British people?
That they always have such a correct haircut? Well, I can't say that your haircut isn't extremely correct.
Then you like the style of dress of the British? Their well-cut suits. Again, I must say that you have shown taste.
You appreciate in the British their sporting spirit. Hey, you pump iron in the gym three times a week and go to mixed martial arts twice a week.
The fucking Brits are all into art and shit? Hey, have you ever looked at your tattoos? They're fucking works of art.
N' brits speak fuckin' mint english. Dude, ya've bin speakin' english ya whole life. Of course ya speak fuckin' mint english. Every one of ya mates speaks mint english!
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He laid there rubbing his hands pleasurably over his rubber covered skin, cursing his foolishness.
It had started with a simple rubber thong but quickly grew out of control..literally. As soon as the rubber was gripping his groin he was assaulted by a wave of horniness and it felt like the rubber itself was massaging his cock trapped inside. He quickly fell back onto his bed and even quicker found himself blowing his load into the rubber. To his surprise the rubber seemed to reach, almost getting the feeling it was sucking his cock as he unloaded into it. He wasn't sure what was going on but the orgasmic pleasure rocking through him made it hard to focus.
The pleasure and teasing never ceased its onslaught even as his orgasm began to subside. He had a brief moment to compose himself before he felt something odd. He looked down in shock to see the rubber slowly growing, settling into a pair of tight, shiny, rubber shorts. To make matters worse the rubber seemed to increase the sensitivity of everywhere it covered, quickly bringing him to the edge of another orgasm in record time.
His load erupted into his shorts, which quickly absorbed it into its rubbery material. A moan escaped him as the rubber grew again. This time forming into full on pants but not relenting on its pleasurable assaut for even a moment.
It didn't take long for it to milk him again and again, each time covering more and more of him. Here you see him now, not more than an hour or so after initially putting the rubber garment on. The rubber has grown into a full outfit, complete with pants, a shirt and thick rubber boots. Every piece endlessly pushing him toward more and more orgasms, eager to consume his seed and spread even further.
It won't be long until his entire body is covered in thick, black, rubber. Soon to have a blacked out gasmask wrapped firmly around his head, hiding the man underneath completely. Soon he will be yet another person falling to the rubber. Just another missing person, another number…another drone for the Hive.
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