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The Cursed Gym 4

Winston pulled up into the gym parking lot, finding a space that was right in front. The hunk was already shirtless and readied himself to take a selfie for his Instagram so that he could gain more followers. 

“Obligatory gym selfie,” the stud laughed to himself. He gave a sly grin and snapped a pic.

When he went to add a caption, the hunk paused when he saw himself in the picture pursing his lips instead of smiling like he was supposed to be. He deleted it and tried again, opting to forgo the smile and look serious instead.

Winston huffed when he looked at the picture and, again, he was pursing his lips. Only this time, they looked a little bigger, almost fuller even.

The stud shrugged his broad shoulders and thought that he must’ve left some kind of filter on when he caught sight of his reflection in the rearview mirror. Winston jerked back in shock as he saw himself pursing his lips seductively in the mirror, and even when he noticed, he couldn’t stop.

The stud was horrified that he couldn’t stop puckering his lips, and not only that, but they definitely were bigger and fuller.

“Like, OMG, what even happened to my lips?” Winston whined, exaggeratedly gasping loudly when he heard himself speak. “Like, what– *cough, what is even wrong with… why can’t I, like, talk normally?” No matter how many times he cleared his throat or focused, the hunk couldn’t shake his new valley girl dialect.

Winston was so caught up in what was happening that he barely registered when another guy walked by his car and caught sight of him, giving him a playful wink. “Those are some nice DSL’s ya got there,” he teased, sending an odd shiver down Winston’s spine.

His body acting on its own, Winston opened up the door. “Well, like, why don’t you try ‘em out,” he giggled, screaming at himself as he helplessly puckered his large lips at the other man.

For @pandemonius-fae-ri 

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“Damn it!” Callum hissed as he quickly pulled up into his driveway, running a shaking hand through his hair, still annoyed that he was trapped under the hypnotic orders from that little shit, Elliot. Sighing, he glanced down at his crotch in utter frustration, his rock hard eight inches still tenting his workout shorts.

The jock had known Elliot since high school, and would always fuck with the smaller man due to his size and the fact that he was only gay guy he knew in their small town. That continued onward to community college where Callum would torment the gay man even more. However, that changed this morning when Callum had run into the little guy in the locker room, and Elliot had been wearing some oddly colored sunglasses, the light glimmering off of them alluring.

“Since you’re such a dick,” he’d told Callum, “enjoy showing yours off all the time.”

That was all it’d taken for Callum to walk around twenty-four/seven with his large, erect cock perpetually bobbing in front of him. No matter how much he’d tried to jerk off or think of something unappealing, he wouldn’t go flaccid. What was worse for the stud was that he couldn’t bring his muscled arms to cover it up. He would grit his teeth as he tried with all of his might to shield his boner from his classmates, but it was helpless as his body refused to cooperate, allowing his cock to be on display.

The red-faced jock quickly rushed out of his truck and hurried inside the house before any of his neighbors could see him. He was planning on dashing upstairs to his room to try and do some research on how to fix this problem he was having. He was halfway up the staircase when he heard his dad call out.

“Hey Hon! How was your day at school?” his dad asked, or more appropriately chirped in a higher-pitched and flamboyant register.

Callum cocked his eyebrow and cautiously looked over his broad shoulder, trying to shield his permanently hard cock from the older man.

Callum’s father was a total man’s man, who had been an athlete back in his prime. He was a construction worker who still had muscles for days which had always had plenty of women lusting over him and he was always up for the offer, which was part of the reason why Callum’s mother had moved out. The studly older man was masculine to the extreme, always seeing gay men and anything feminine as beneath him, which was why Callum grew up to have the bullying attitude he had. However, that older jock was nowhere to be seen.

Callum’s eyes bugged out of his skull as he stared at the warped version of his father who stood at the foot of the stairs. The man standing in his place was some ditzy, himbo looking gay man. He was shaved from the eyebrows down, allowing his smooth body to be completely on display. The only article of clothing the older man wore was a skimpy thong that did almost nothing to contain his massive cock and balls that created a large bulge that was thrusted out in front of him. His pecs were large and shaven, his nipples looking hard as they protruded off his chest like some pornstar’s. His hair was now a bleach blond and it was styled in a coif that looked completely out of place on the older man’s body. All of his muscles in fact seemed to be slightly pumped, as if he’d just finished a workout, but they were dusted with what appeared to be glitter, causing the older muscled man to shimmer under the lights in the house. He seemed to be staring at his son with a permanent duck face, his lips pursed and covered in shiny gloss.

“D-Dad? Is that you?” Callum gawked, his voice drying up in his throat. To make matters worse, Callum winced internally at his own hypnotic curse which caused his rock hard cock to throb as he stared at the changed man.

The altered man rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and put his hands on his trimmed hips. “Duh!” he giggled. “Like, who would it even be? Silly!” His father was usually a man of little words, and would often just grunt or bark out a few words here and there. The ditzy, valley girl diction with which he spoke was completely out of place, completing his new himbo visage.

“Do you like his new look?” Elliot’s teasing voice rang out, the scrawny nerd coming out from around the corner to wrap his thin arms around the older man’s waist.

On cue, Callum’s dad cooed and leaned into the hug, grinding his booty up against the younger man hungrily as he kept his puffed up lips pursed.

“You son of a bitch!” Callum growled and tried to stalk forward threateningly, but his hard cock bobbing in front of him ruined the effect. “What the fuck did you do to him?!”

Elliot mock-frowned. “Don’t worry about a thing, Callum,” he chided. “Your dad here has had a little change of heart. He was too boring and stuck up as some boring straight guy, which is why I decided to do him a favor and give him a brand new outlook on life. Just look at him: he loves his new himbo life.”

“New?” Callum’s dad jerked back with a loud gasp. “Like, what do you even mean, Babe? I’ve always been a himbo. Just check it out!” He turned around and leaned forward, twerking his massive glutes which swallowed the back of his thong with ease.

“See?” Elliot smirked at the shocked jock who couldn’t help but watch his father twerk. “Your dim-witted, slutty himbo daddy now thinks that he’s always been this way. Which is really perfect, considering that he also thinks that he and I are an item, which makes fucking him all the more fun.”

Callum paled and he struggled to find the words to describe his disgust at the thought of the scrawny gay nerd fucking his formerly straight father.

His dad finally noticed the white, horrified look on his son’s face and he stuck out his lower lip in a large frown. “Aww, what’s wrong Sweetie?” he cooed and walked over, his gait altered so that he minced his steps to wag his bubblebutt, and his shoulders were drawn back to thrust his pecs out. “Like, c’mere and give your daddy a hug!”

Callum tensed up as his himbo dad wrapped his buff arms around him and yanked him into a hug, shoving his face into his plump pecs. Callum wished that he could be free of his own hypnotic nightmare so that he wouldn’t be hard hugging his father right now, and then he could possibly save his dad from a himbo fate where he would get fucked by a tiny gay guy all the time. 

Elliot relished in the sight before him, seeing the formerly masculine patriarch clad in nothing but a slutty thong hugging the blushing jock who used to torment him nonstop. Deciding to up the ante, he reached over and playfully smacked the dad’s exposed ass, causing him to shudder and let out a moan.

“Babe, why don’t we leave Callum alone for a bit?” he laughed. “He’s had a rough day. Besides, let me work out that slutty butt of yours some more.”

Callum’s dad let go of him and quickly rushed, his jiggling butt happily hopping up the stairs, eager to get stuffed. “Like, hurry up!” he called out over his bare shoulder as he hurried to the bedroom.

Callum’s broad shoulders slumped and he hung his head, feeling even lower when he caught sight of his still hard cock.

“Don’t worry,” Elliot teased him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll take good care of your old man. And besides…” there was an evil grin audible in his voice. “…I think we can be one big happy family. I mean, I never noticed how much you took after your father.”

“Family? What are you talking about?” Callum bristled before flinching when he saw that Elliot was wearing the hypnotic glasses again.

“‘What am I talking about?’” Elliot repeated, his voice low and drawn out as the light reflecting off the glasses shimmered. “Well, we’ve all the heard the new expression: ‘Like himbo father, like himbo son.’”

A tingling sensation formed in Callum’s head, starting to make his thoughts feel all slow and foggy. “W-wait! I don’t want to, like, even be a himbo!” he begged, images of rock hard cocks and huge pecs starting to filter into his mind…

“I just need some space so I can think,” Stiles muttered, offering a small, sad smile. “I just wish that you were less reserved with us.” He turned and walked away, leaving Derek behind.

The werewolf sighed and shook his head, pinching the skin above his nose in irritation. He’d just had a fight with his boyfriend, Stiles, because it was their anniversary and Stiles was mad that Derek hadn’t been more “Involved”… whatever that means. Derek was more on the reserved side and he absolutely despised PDA, especially since he was supposed to be a tough alpha werewolf. He didn’t want to hurt Stiles’s feelings, but he knew that rival packs would look down on an alpha acting all lovey-dovey with another man. He had to protect his tough guy image if he wanted to protect his territory.

He’d tried explaining that to his boyfriend when he’d refused to hold Stile’s hand as they walked along the Pier, only causing an argument.

“Man, that was painful,” he heard another man’s voice from behind him.

Derek turned around to glare at a pale, skinny guy who reeked of the sickly aroma of magic, making him bare his teeth at him. “What do you want?” he growled.

The guy held his hands up in front of himself in mock defense. “I’m just a friend,” he playfully pouted.

Derek sniffed at the air and growled again at the sugary stench that wafted off the smaller guy. “You’re a trickster,” he spat, puffing out his muscled chest and stalking closer threateningly. “Now get the fuck out of my territory before I end you.” He leaned in closer, baring his elongating fangs to intimidate the trickster.

The tricker shrugged his thin shoulders. “Fine,” he nonchalantly muttered with a flick of his wrist as he turned around. “But just know that I came with a peace offering, but forget it. Enjoy knowing that you lost Stiles forever.”

The werewolf stiffened and fought the whimper that threatened to escape his lips. No matter how tough he had to look, Derek wanted Stiles by his side as his mate, and he knew that he had to work hard to win him back. He would never admit it to him out of fear of looking like a sap, but Stiles was his world.

“Wait!” Derek called out, rushing forward and placing a hand on the slender trickster’s shoulder. “Help me, how?”

The trickster smirked, sending a shiver down Derek’s spine. “Follow me,” he whispered, leading the werewolf into the mens’ bathroom, which was empty. Once they were out of sight of the other pier patrons, the trickster dug through his backpack and pulled out a hot pink tank top.

“What’s this?” Derek asked as he examined the offered fabric.

“It’s a tank top,” the trickster answered matter-of-factly. “It will help you reconcile with your need to over-exaggerate your masculinity and win Stiles back.”

“How?” Derek asked, looking over the tank top. He even sniffed it, wincing at the cotton candy scent that wafted off it in waves.

“You don’t think wearing hot pink in public will help with your overcompensation?”

That did make sense. “Alright,” Derek muttered as he peeled out of his black t-shirt and leather jacket.

The muscled up alpha werewolf squeezed his massive bulk into the tight-fitting fabric that was skintight, making it look as if he’d simply spray painted his torso the bubblegum color instead of wearing a top. The hunk fought the grimace that threatened to appear on his gruff face as he stared at his reflection in one of the bathroom mirrors. From top to bottom, the hot pink shirt was plastered on Derek’s bulk. His massive pecs practically spilled out over the top swoop, only the bottom third of them being covered by the bright neon fabric. Derek cringed when he could easily make out the faint outline of his nipples thanks to the thinness of the tank top. The straps were so thin that they practically disappeared within his looming traps and round shoulders. Even the bottom of the bright tank top was skintight, wrapping around his waist in a constricting manner that showcased his chiseled abs. When he raised his powerful arms, the bottom pulled upwards and stopped above his navel, looking like a cut off, making the macho man blush.

The smooth fabric of the tank top sent a tingling sensation across Derek’s skin, and the werewolf’s senses were assaulted with the sugary stench.

“There you go!” the trickster clapped, a wide smile on his face. “Now you can go win back your boyfriend.”

Derek didn’t quite understand the plan. Sure, wearing pink was stereotypically less masculine, but he doubted that would be enough to get Stiles back. Putting a hand on his hip, he looked over his reflection in the mirror. 

“Like, how is this even supposed to help me win back my man?” he asked, his voice taking on a higher octave while also having a new feminine inflection on his words. The werewolf’s eyes widened at the words that left his mouth and he slapped his hand over her his lips.

“It works!” the trickster cheered.

Derek knew that it wasn’t possible. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, testing…” he trailed off as his heart fell at the overly gay sounds he uttered. “Like, what did you even do to me?!” He wanted to lean threateningly towards the trickster, but instead he twittered his hands in a fret and stomped his feet, making his bulky muscles shake with the movement.

“The tank top eliminated all of your masculinity,” the trickster explained. “Oh, and the best part is that only Stiles can take it off. Bye!” He snapped his fingers and seemingly evaporated into thin air.

Derek’s stomach fell as he grasped the full weight of the situation. “Oh em gee! I hafta find Stiles, like, right now!” he chirped, wincing at the words that left his mouth. He rushed towards the bathroom door, wailing when he walked with his arms tucked at his sides and his pecs pushed outwards. With every mincing step he took, he waved his bubblebutt from side to side, seemingly advertising it.

He burst through the door, his face feeling red hot when the large crowd of people at the pier stopped to look at the alpha werewolf in the hot pink tank top.

The old Derek would’ve growled at them and yelled at them to fuck off, but the tank top forced him to giggle nervously. “Like, why is everyone staring at my sexy body?” he playfully whined, feeling himself bounce both of his large pecs tantalizingly. He could hear and feel everything he did, he just didn’t have any control.

He slapped his hand over his mouth and shuffled his feet down the pier in the direction Stiles had left. As he walked, he felt an odd tightness in his jeans and it wasn’t long until he heard a loud RRIIIPPPPPP!

The werewolf froze and looked over his shoulder, screaming as he looked at the massive bubblebutt that had torn its way through the back of his jeans, the inflated globes on full display for the entire pier to see.

He tried to shield his massive ass from view with his hands, but it was so big that the attempt was futile. “Like, what is even happening to me?!” he panicked.

Derek felt an odd weight on his chest and the werewolf nearly passed out when he looked down to see his pecs starting to slowly inflate like balloons. The muscle mounds packed on more meat, rounding and jutting out from his torso. His nipples grew larger and sprang out of the tank top, hardening as the ocean breeze blew over them.

“Oh no! My muscletits!” he cried, grabbing at them in horror, not even caring how he’d just referred to them. He had no idea that the tank top was going to change his body, taking his previously masculine muscles and warping him into some curvy-looking himbo.

He hurried down the pier, bristling at the feeling of his asscheeks and pecs bouncing with every step he took. Despite himself, the sensations of his larger additions sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and he felt as if he were rock hard. For some reason though, the trickster must’ve made it so that no one around thought that a man running around the pier with his inflated ass hanging out for all to see was indecent.

Finally, Derek saw that familiar red jacket and his heart fluttered in his chest… and his cock painfully throbbed.

“Babe!” he yelled out, blushing since he never referred to Stiles as anything but his name. He picked up speed and and hurried to his boyfriend, placing a tender hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Stiles turned around, his expression going from confusion to complete shock at the sight of the warped alpha werewolf. “Derek?” he gasped. “What happened to you? Y-you look like a…”

“Like a slutty himbo,” Derek finished for him, wincing at his words, but brushing it off. “Look, Babe, I like totally ran into this trickster who gave me this cute little tank top, and it made me all sooooooo gay. And it made my ass and muscletits grow.”

“That’s not all it did,” Stiles muttered, gesturing down at the werewolf’s crotch.

Derek looked down and felt feint at the barely present lump in the front of his jeans. Although he was as hard as ever, due to being the presence of his hot boyfriend, there was barely any sort of bulge in his pants. Not caring who saw, the werewolf unbuttoned his jeans and peeked into his boxers, staring at the three inch tiny cock that he possessed.

“Like, that’s totally unfair!” he whined, stomping his foot in frustration, making his bubblebutt bounce like crazy.

“Why would you do this?” Stiles wondered aloud.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Like, I didn’t do it on purpose, Babe!” he explained, moving his hands a lot as he spoke. “The trickster told me it would help me win you back! I had to stop acting like some macho douche so that I could get your sexy ass back.”

Stiles jerked back. “Wait, you did this for me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes!” Derek huffed, stomping his foot again. “Like, Babe, I’m totally in love with you!” He leaned forward and wrapped the smaller man in his arms, shoving him against his muscletits. It felt so good to have Stiles in his arms and his breath against his inflated pecs only turned Derek on even more, and he unconsciously wiggled his hips, grinding his little nub against his boyfriend. It didn’t take long before the werewolf tensed up and shrieked out, “Oohhhh!” An embarrassingly small amount of cum squirted out, and Derek blushed both at cumming in public and at the realization that his stamina had been reduced to mere seconds.

“I love you too,” Stiles admitted, and Derek felt his nub start to throb all over again.

“Well, Babe, you gotta like, take this cute tank top off me,” he chirped. “It’s like the only way to get back to my boring body.”

Stiles nodded and grabbed the bottom of the hot pink tank top, yanking it off from the horny, himbo, ditzy werewolf.

As soon as he he felt the ocean breeze across his chest, Derek let out a sigh of relief.

Stiles just stared at him, his jaw hanging low and his eyes wide.

“What?” Derek asked, confused, his voice still high. He looked down at himself and wailed out in frustration.

His pecs were still inflated, capped with the larger and perpetually erect nipples. His bubblebutt was the size of two basketball strapped to his back and they formed a near right angle from his back. Worse was that his cock was still a tiny nub, and when he grabbed at it in disbelief, he shuddered and came, his stamina still small.

Derek grabbed at his hair in frustration. “Like, how am I even gonna make it looking like this?” he gestured down at his caricature of a body, paling at the thought of having to spend the rest of his days with inflated pecs and ass and a shrunken cock. His new ditzy behavior only made things worse, and the alpha shuddered at the thought of rival packs coming to his territory and him not being able to scare them away.

Stiles placed a hand on his broad shoulder, and Derek frowned as his three incher throbbed with want, invisible from his sight due to his inflated pecs. “If it’s any consolation,” Stiles offered, “I still think you’re really hot. And maybe I could try being the top.”

Derek stifled a moan, so incredibly turned on at the thought of his boyfriend fucking his giant butt. His unconsciously flexed his cheeks and grabbed a tight hold of Stiles’s hand. “Okay,” he sighed, “let’s go home then, Babe.”

Stiles smirked, keeping the pink tank top in his other hand. “And maybe you can wear this while we do it?” he asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Derek tried to force a scowl on his face, but he couldn’t do it. Instead he playfully bounced his muscletits for Stiles, feeling the muscle mounds bounce a lot more than they used to. “Maaaaaybe,” he teased, his nub already oozing at the thought.

Alex carefully glanced over his broad, bare shoulder as he slunk into the locker room, making sure that no one saw him. The young muscle stud snuck into the locker room, grateful that no one else was in there. 

The gym had an unfortunate reputation of unsecured lockers having their contents go missing, and Alex was the reason behind that. The cocky college freshman had snagged an unsuspecting weightlifter’s phone once and had sold it, telling himself that it’d solely been because of how expensive college life was. However, Alex had quickly gotten hooked on the thrill of taking the clueless mens’ belongings and hocking them, or even using them for himself.  

Best of all was that all the college jock had to do was flash one of his smiles at the angry gay men who questioned him on the whereabouts of their belongings, and they dropped it. Since a majority of the gym-goers were older, gay muscle men, the toned straight jock used his physique to his every advantage. He’d noticed quite a few of them ogling him while he did squats or whenever he posed in the mirror, hence a lot of them didn’t tend to argue whenever he showed off the slightest bit.

As soon as he was sure that the coast was clear, Alex smirked and his eyes honed in on his prize: a blue locker with the door slightly ajar, the fabric of a duffel sticking out of the crack.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Alex snorted as he hurried over to the unlocked locker and snatched the duffel bag out of it. He eagerly unzipped it, but then flinched when he saw the contents:

A bubblegum pink thong.

“What the hell?” Alex laughed incredulously as he looked at the skimpy garment. He had a number of gay jokes filter through his mind, but as his shocked fingers grazed the soft fabric of the thong, he felt a jolt ripple through his body.

The jock’s hand recoiled at first, his heart racing in his muscled chest. For some reason, the longer he stared down at the thong, the more his mind told him to wear it.

He snickered and shook his head. “Damn it,” he spat, shrugging his shoulders and opting to humor himself. He’d never worn such an article of clothing before, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t seem to throw the duffle bag back into the locker. Instead, the jock lowered his joggers and shucked his boxers. Since he’d already been shirtless (to give the eyeing old dudes a little show), he was naked in a matter of seconds.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex slipped the thong up his legs, a little surprised at how soft and comfortable the fabric felt. The stringy back slipped between his perky cheeks, and the front pouch barely concealed his girthy package.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh at his silly reflection as he turned around in front of the mirror. “Of course one of those weirdos would own this,” he scoffed to himself, moving to take the offending thong off.

However, he couldn’t get his fingers to grip it, almost as if the thong had fused to his skin. No matter how hard he tried, Alex wasn’t able to take the thong off. In his frenzy, he went to grab his joggers to cover himself, but he was surprised when he couldn’t find them on the floor where he’d tossed them. It was if they’d vanished.

“What the fuck is even, like, going on?” he panicked, wincing at the way he’d said it. His speech had been peppered with a valley girl inflection that had been completely unintentional, making the stud blush. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, what was even that?”

Alex slapped a hand over his mouth and rushed over to his own locker, opting to rush home and figure out what was happening to him. He did his combo and flung the door open when he saw that his own gym bag was gone, meaning that he had no clothes to cover himself up, thus leaving himself clad in nothing but the pink thong.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he huffed, even stomping his foot in frustration, freezing when he felt an unknown ripple emanate from his backside. Alex shakily turned to gaze back at his reflection and gasped loudly.

As Alex stared wide-eyed at the mirror, he gazed at an ass that was much too big. His normally perky butt had magically ballooned out into a bubblebutt that was at least three times larger than it should’ve been. The enlarged cheeks protruded off his back at a ridiculous angle, forming a shelf from his back. He was relieved to see that he still retained all of his hard-earned muscles, but his pecs and biceps definitely looked like an afterthought in comparison to his massive ass. It looked like he was lugging beachballs behind him.

“Like, why is my butt so big?” Alex squealed, bristling both at the way he was talking and the way he was walking with an arch to his back that accentuated the large cheeks. His legs carried him out onto the gym floor against his will, almost as if they were moving on their own accord.

Alex blushed cherry red when the rest of the gym-goers gained a full view of his altered form: his large muscles on full display, only to have them overshadowed by the inflated fuck-me butt he now possessed. All of that was wrapped up in a garish bubblegum pink thong.

The rest of the men eyed him as he walked out into the center of the gym for all eyes to see. With every step he took, Alex winced at the way his enlarged cheeks bounced and jiggled.

A large burly bear of a man, the owner of the gym, Mr. Black, sauntered forward. His large muscles were concealed by a form-fitting polo that barely covered his meaty pecs and roidgut, and for some reason, the more he looked at him, the more turned on Alex got.

“Well, well, it looks like we’ve caught the gym thief,” Mr. Black mused, crossing his massive arms in front of himself, his biceps curling out of his tight sleeves. “Have anything to say, Alex?”

Alex’s heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable feeling of humiliation and being so deeply turned on. He’d shown off plenty of times before, but having his inflated bubblebutt on full display for every other man in the gym made his heart race and his cock ache in the tight confines of the thong.

“I’m, like, so totally sorry!” Alex hurried.

The large, older musclemen all laughed at his new voice. One of them even pointed at him, saying, “He’s become a total musclebutt!”

Quickly putting the pieces together, Alex dramatically gasped and shot daggers at Mr. Black. “You did this to me?” he accused, gesturing down at his huge butt. “Like, why did you give me such a fuckable ass?” 

“‘Cause you were an ass for stealing from us,” Mr. Black responded like it was obvious. “And that’s not all.” 

Alex cocked his eyebrow, confused. He hesitantly glanced towards one of the mirrors in the gym and paled when he saw the tiny bulge in the front of the thong. Instead of looking like it was strained to bursting, the pouch of the thong was baggy from having too much room. Alex estimated that his cock would’ve had to shrunk to a pathetic little nub, barely an inch long.

“Don’t worry, Musclebutt,” Mr. Black teased, running an admiring hand over the crest of where Alex’s back exploded out into his large ass, “with an ass like that, you won’t need such a big cock anymore.”

Alex knew what he meant, and the more the musclemen stared at him, the more his nub throbbed. But that was nothing compared to the unsettling sensation of emptiness that he felt in his inflated ass, a desperate desire to be stuffed full overwhelming him.

Despite himself, Alex dropped on all fours and presenting his giant butt towards the crowd of men, giving it a playful wiggle. “Like, who’s first?” he heard himself ask aloud. The gym was filled with his loud moans as he was fucked over and over, the gym thief now the gym’s own musclebutt, built to satisfy every man who entered.

[Original photo from twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

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Okay, so I'm getting the hang of how Tumblr polls work and the timeframes. Since I want this to be more of a weekend thing, here's the second one, and I will have the first one up whenever the poll time ends there!

This young stud is Alex, and he's unfortunately the reason why you'll sometimes find stuff missing from your gym locker when you return from your workout. Someone eventually got fed up with his antics and decided to leave him something special to steal.

“What is this?” Brad wondered as he studied the unknown package that had been sent to him. He walked inside his house, trying to look for a return address so that he could try to figure out who’d sent him this package, but there was none. All that it said in bright red letters was: BRAD ROWE.

The macho man looked at the clock on the wall and figured that he could open up the box while still making it in time to the gym. He was always looking forward to a work out, being described as a man’s man and very masculine.

Shrugging his massive shoulders, the bodybuilder ripped the top flap open. There was a mechanical whir and as soon as the muscle man had the box open, a bright flash of rainbow, iridescent light flickered. It was so bright that spot formed in the man’s eyes and he stumbled back, rubbing at his eyes in irritation.

“Like, what the hell?” he squealed.

Once his vision was clear of spots, Brad’s brow furrowed in wonder over the odd way he’d spoken. After peeking into the box and seeing that it was empty, he cleared his throat and tried again.

“Like, that was suuuuuper weird,” he chirped, his voice sounding as if it were a few octaves higher and with a much noticeable valley girl twang to it. He shook his head, thinking that it was just an odd reaction and tried again: “Um, like, testing?”

The blood drained from Brad’s face at the gay words leaving his mouth. He gasped when he looked down, noticing that his wrists were bent slightly as he waved his hands in front of him, while simultaneously jutting his hip out.

“Oh em GEEE!” he squealed, wincing at the twittering way he spoke. “Like, what the hell is wrong with meee?” He rushed down the hallway towards his bathroom, noting the obvious way he swayed his hips as he walked. He tried with all of his might to walk as he normally did, but the bodybuilder was horrified to discover that he could stop moving his hips back and forth seductively as if he were trying to advertise his muscled butt. There was even a noticeable arch to his back as he pushed out his pecs.

He made it to the bathroom and stared into the mirror, wailing out and flailing his hands effeminately as he stared at his reflection. His hair was noticeable blonder and there was absolutely no trace of body hair anywhere on him. Brad’s bright blue eyes widened as he stared at his slightly altered image in the mirror, licking his lips unconsciously when he stared at the nubs that stuck off his large pecs. He saw that he was pursing his lips unconsciously, but couldn’t stop himself.

“Like, how am I gonna make it like this?” he whined in his new voice, blushing as he imagined himself in the gym, twittering around and sashaying his muscled ass like a cockhungry fag. “Like, I cannot wait to get my slut butt fucked!” His heart fell in his chest at the words that left his mouth, but he was powerless to stop his body from swishing out the front door…

“Hey there, Brad!” Antoine Valliant called as he saw fellow bodybuilder, Brad Rowe, walk into the locker room. 

He cocked his eyebrow when it became clear to him that Brad wasn’t so much as walking as he was sauntering in an almost seductive way. The blond bodybuilder swished his hips back and forth, his large bubble butt swaying behind him like he was trying to use it to attract attention. There was even a noticeable arch to his back, causing the muscle man to stick his large pecs out further in front of him as he moved. Antoine knew that Brad didn’t mind whenever people looked at him, but to walk like a giant billboard was definitely out of the ordinary for him.

Brad Rowe perked up and his large smile formed on his face, but it seemed to contradict his panicked eyes which had an almost pleading look to them.

“Oh heeyyyy, Antoine!” Brad gushed in an odd voice. There was a much higher pitch to it than normal and it seemed as if it was almost exaggeratedly ditzy. He even waved his hand at his friend, his wrist a little limp as he did so.

“Uh,” Antoine wondered aloud as he scratched the back of his head, his large bicep flexing, “you okay?” He looked his friend up and down, confused as to why Brad was behaving so weirdly. Brad was usually the more quiet and reserved type, so it was awkward seeing him showing off his ass and chest while behaving like the stereotypical gay himbo.

Brad giggled. “I’m great!” he chirped. “Especially now that I’m, like, next to you, Big Guy.” His eyes traveled up and down Antoine’s vast form, and he licked in his lips in an obvious manner as his eyes honed in on his friend’s bulge.

Something about the way his friend was eyeing him and licking his lips sent an odd jolt of electricity down Antoine’s back. Never before had he ever entertained the thought of doing anything with another male, yet for some unknown reason, the more Brad hungrily stared at his crotch, the more he could feel himself getting turned on.

A small blush formed on Antoine’s face as his cock hardened to full rigidity, tenting out his gym shorts. He couldn’t believe that he was hard in front of another man, or that it was another man who’d made his cock hard in the first place. Yet there was his caricature of a friend who was licking his plump lips while shoving his chiseled pecs out in front of him.

“I can take care of that for ya,” Brad cooed, dropping to his knees in a flash.

Before Antoine could say anything, the other bodybuilder had fished his hard cock out of his shorts and had began sucking it like his life depended on it. Antoine’s head rolled back and he felt his legs go weak as Brad delivered expert head, running his tongue up and down the shaft with pausing to lap at the slit a couple times.

“Fuuuck,” Antoine bellowed in his deep voice as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

All the while, Brad happily sucked away, moaning like a bitch in heat as he did so. He continued to suck in his cheeks as he blew the other bodybuilder, the expert act causing a tingling sensation to waft over Antoine.

“Ohhh,” Antoine bellowed again, moaning loudly. It was out of character for the normally silent guy to be so vocal as he got off, but he ignored it as Brad worked his magic. Another moan echoed out of the bodybuilder, this one sounding a little higher pitch than the last one.

Little by little, Brad’s technique started to falter as he coughed a little bit as he deep-throated the seven inch cock in his mouth, his own moans starting to grow sparser each moment until he was ultimately silent.

“OOooohh!” Antoine squealed as he grew closer and closer to climax. The high octave of his usually bass-filled voice made his eyes pop open in shock. “Like, what the hell was that?” He slapped a hand over his mouth at the ditzy words that left his lips and the odd inflection that he put on his words that made him sound like a valley girl out shopping at the mall.

Brad started to gag as he tried to finish off his friend, the tingling radiating like fire through Antoine. The shocked bodybuilder started to realize that, even though he was on his knees, Brad no longer had an arch to his back.  Instead, Antoine was surprised when he himself didn’t feel the cool metal of the lockers resting on his lower back anymore. His eyes wondered over towards the posing mirror at the other end of the locker room and his stomach fell when he saw himself thrusting his large pecs out into the air like he was trying to show them off.

The tingling grew and Antoine’s knees buckled as he tried to piece together what was happening. A deep pressure grew at his cock and he knew he was close to release. 

“Brad!” he squealed in his preppy voice, twittering his hands in front of him frantically. “Something is, like, totes wrong!” 

He winced at the words that left his mouth, but that and all thoughts were lost when he felt what seemed like a bubble popping inside of him.

“OOOooohhh!” he cried out, his high voice echoing throughout the locker room as he came, a cool wave washing over him and making his hairs stick up off his limbs. Antoine fell back against the lockers, trying to catch his breath as he struggled to focus after blowing what felt like the largest load in his life. Never before had he ever climaxed like that and it almost took his concentration away from his and Brad’s weird behavior.

“Finally!” Brad roared in his normal-sounding, deep voice. A deep blush formed on his face and he jumped to his feet, his normal stance and walk back as he stepped away from his panting friend.

Antoine’s heart raced in his thrusted out chest as he took a shaky step away from the lockers, his own ass swaying back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as he moved. His buff arms were tucked at his sides and pursed his lips unconsciously as he stared at his reflection, his nipples growing hard and poking through his shirt. He turned and faced Brad, putting a hand on his jutted out hip while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Like, what did you just do to me?” he whined in a ditzy voice. Antoine cleared his throat over and over, but couldn’t help his newly acquired vernacular. “Like, why the hell am I speaking like this? And why can’t I stop showing off my ass and my muscle tits?”

His blush deepened at how he referred to his pecs.

He cleared his throat again and tried another time. “I meant to say my ‘muscle tits’.” He grit his teeth and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I totally don’t have muscle tits, I have p-pe— I have huge muscle tits!” As if being punished by whatever force was making him act this way, Antoine felt his both of his hands grab a strong hold of his hard nipples and give them a rough tug, making him moan loudly. “Ooohhh!”

Brad continued to back away from his altered friend, his normal posture and walk sparking rage inside of Antoine. “Sorry, Man!” he hurriedly said as he held his hands up in front of him. “Look, long story short, I messed with the wrong person, and it’s a curse that causes people to lose their masculinity when they get sucked off by an afflicted person.”

Antoine’s cock begrudgingly shot straight to attention, bobbing in front of his as he thought of how Brad had sucked him off and had also drained him of his masculinity, causing him to carry himself with his pecs and ass thrusted out.

“So fix it!” he whined, even stomping his foot childishly. The movement caused his ass to jiggle, which made his cock twitch.

Brad’s eyebrows knit together. “You gotta pass it along,” he apologetically said as he turned and ran out of the locker room.

Antoine was left alone in the locker room. “Shit!” he cried as he tried hard to focus on walking like he normally did, but he couldn’t help but shove his pecs out in front of himself nor could get himself to stop from wagging his ass back and forth behind him. Panic and humiliation over how he was going to manage to convince some guy to let him suck him off just so he could pass on whatever curse this was filtered through him when he overheard a deep voice.

“Yeah— No, I’m just gettin’ to the gym, so I’ll call you back.— Bye.” A familiar bodybuilder, an older man by the name of Hank, walked into the locker room. He noticed the red-faced Antoine and nodded his way. “Hey Antoine.”

Antoine blushed as his cock seemed to throb with intense want and need the more he stared at the hair that covered the older bodybuilder’s chiseled pecs, and he started to feel guilty as he imagined Hank sauntering through the gym twittering like a ditzy power bottom while thrusting his hairy pecs out in front of him and shaking his ass with every step.

But it was either him or Hank.

“Like, heeeyyyy there, Daddy,” Antoine cooed as he waddled over towards the older man, his bubble butt swishing behind him and his hard nipples poking out in front of him as moved. “C’mere a sec.”

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[Photo from dPhenix]

How about a guy who goes to see the Barbie movie and turns into a gay himbo Ken

Mike sighed, but nonetheless followed behind his girlfriend as she led him towards their seats in the theater. She'd been begging him to go see the new Barbie movie with her. Mike had been hesitant, not wanting to be the only guy in a movie meant for girls. Still, he figured that a few hours watching some chick flick wouldn't kill him.

With a huff, the muscle man saw down in his seat and began to focus his attention on his popcorn. The movie theater dimmed and the movie began to play, the large Barbie logo popping onto the screen with bright flashes of bubblegum pink.

The pink lights were so intense that Mike's vision was blurred for a moment, all he could see was a pink haze.

Mike tried to rub it out of his eyes, but no matter what, it was as if he were wearing a hot pink veil over his face. He began to squirm in his seat as his clothes started to feel uncomfortably tight.

His pants seemed to constrict around him, more specifically around his ass. The hunk squirmed around in his seat as he tried to get comfortable, unsure as to what was going on. He chalked it up to his jeans just shrinking in the wash. However, the same sensation started to appear along his chest-- his shirt tightening around his pecs.

Cocking his eyebrow, Mike looked down at himself. The pink blur in his eyes made it look as if his black shirt was now a hot pink. It looked tight and he could even see nubs from where his nipples poked noticeably against it. In confusion, Mike reached up and poked at his chest, his finger sinking in much more than it should, indicating that his clothes hadn't shrunk. He'd gotten bigger.

His heart racing in his larger chest, Mike knew that something wrong was going on. He looked around frantically at the other moviegoers to see if anyone else noticed something.

His eyes landed on the screen right when Ryan Gosling as Ken appeared on screen.

"Wow," Mike gushed, noticing a higher quality to his usual deep voice, "he's, like, so hot."

The big man flinched at the foreign words that left his mouth, concerned with what he'd said and how he'd said it.

"Right?" his girlfriend said, elbowing him. "You always go after the blonds though."

He didn't know why his girlfriend seemed to b playing into what was happening. In his panic, Mike bolted out of his seat and out of the theater. As he moved, he noticed that he moved with an arch to his back, thrusting his big pecs outward.

Mike hurried into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror, shocked at his altered reflection.

It wasn't just his eyes, somehow his clothes had actually taken on a bright pink color. His pecs were huge! They rounded out and protruded off his chest at an obscene angle, capped with large nubby nipples. When he turned to the side, the man wailed at the sight of his massive bubblebutt that was at least three times as large as the perky ass he'd had. His lips had puffed out, giving him a perfect set of DSLs. As a final tough, his hair was now a bright blond.

"I, like, look like a gay Ken doll!" Mike gasped, twittering his hands effeminately as he freaked out.

As he studied his new himbo body, the bathroom door opened and two more men stumbled in. They were also dressed up in bright pink, their pecs and asses inflated to slutty proportions. Their eyes widened as the looked in the mirror and studied their platinum blond hair.

The three men looked at each other, each of them knowing that the Barbie movie had done something to them.

Mike opened his mouth to ask them for help, but instead he heard himself chirp, "Why are we in here? Like, Ken is soooo hot! We should be watching him!"

One of the other men nodded eagerly, although his eyes were panicked. "Totally!" he agreed.

The three men rushed out of the bathroom and back to the theater, applauding loudly when Ryan Gosling's Ken began working out on screen.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 16: Himbo

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Derek Hale sat in the corner of the bar, brooding over life in general. The sourwolf had a deep frown set onto his face, scowling at nothing specifically— his foul mood creating a dark aura about him.

He finished his whiskey on the rocks and was about to ask for another one, when the bartender (some peppy guy with dyed blue hair) set down a large glass of beer in front of him. The golden drink must’ve been extra-carbonated because tons of tiny bubbles floated around like crazy in it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow up at the bartender. “I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” the bartender interrupted him. “It’s a new brand called ‘Bubbly Beer’.”

“‘Bubbly Beer’?” Derek repeated incredulously, almost scoffing at the stupid sounding name. The tough alpha wouldn’t be caught dead drinking such a ridiculous drink. 

Still, free was free.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip of the bubble-filled beer. It was sickeningly sweet and the carbonation made the drink more akin to soda than actual beer.

Derek grimaced at the drink, nearly gagging. He hated sweets.

However, the alcohol content must’ve been high, because after that singular sip of beer, Derek could already feel a slight buzz. His brain felt a little foggy and it actually seemed to dull his angst.

“Meh,” he hummed. “Does the trick, I guess.”

Derek took another sip.

The fog settled in deeper, and a dazed grin formed on Derek’s face. He leaned back further into his chair, unaware of the knowing smirk from the bartender. He struggled to think back to what was bothering him in the first place.

He happily brought the glass back up to his lips, but this time he took a couple gulps of the beer.

Derek’s smile grew a little larger, but it almost subsided when he started to feel a little warm. Like a sudden total wave of heat crashing upon him, Derek suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. His white button down shirt was suddenly a bit too thick for his liking, and having it buttoned up all the way made him feel awkward, almost like he was wearing a large tent. 

In an attempt to gain some sort of ease, Derek reached up and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.

“That’s soooooo much better,” he sighed, his goofy grin coming back full force once he wasn’t completely covered. His toned pecs were slightly exposed to the cool air of the bar.

Derek took a few more gulps of the beer.

The legs of the chair groaned loudly as Derek squirmed around. His chest felt heavier and his arms kept colliding with his sides in a way that they hadn’t before… right?

Derek’s heart raced in his beefy chest for a moment, but he quickly shrugged his anxiety away as he glanced down at his meaty muscletits. His massive pecs were barely covered by the button down shirt that they strained against, his nubby nipples poking teasingly against the fabric. His large biceps bulged out of his straining sleeves, constantly bumping against pecs and lats, hindering each one of Derek’s movements. And lastly, the werewolf rocked back and forth on his humongous bubblebutt that strained his jeans to bursting, the big ass making it look like Derek was sitting on a bunch of cushions.

Derek caught a nerdy guy sneak a peek at him from across the bar, and he couldn’t resist lifting one of his big arms to flex a powerful bicep.

The nerd’s jaw dropped, yet he quickly recomposed himself and stood up, slowly heading over towards Derek.

Derek finished off the last of the bubbly beer, setting the empty glass onto the bar.

“Um, h-hey,” the small nerdy guy smiled at Derek. “What brings you here all alone?”

Derek smiled back full force at the other guy, his cock rocketing to life. The ten inch monster snaked down his pant leg noticeably, looking like he was stuffing a summer sausage down his pants.

“Oh y’know,” Derek chirped back, “I’m just, like, totally out here looking for cute guys!” He giggled at the end of his statement, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his eyes up and down hungrily over the nerd’s body.

The nerd smiled back nervously, nearly drooling over Derek’s bulbous muscletits. “Well,” he said, “I’m about to ditch this place, if you wanna come with?”

“Sure!” Derek quickly said, practically hopping out of his chair. He snatched a tight hold of the smaller guy’s hand and began to walk towards the exit.

Derek paused for a brief second, feeling as if something was wrong. His gait was thrown off by the constant jiggling of his bubblebutt behind him, and he had to arch his back slightly to account for his huge pecs. Plus, his head felt so slow.

And he was so painfully horny! 

Despite himself, all he seemed to be able to focus on was cock and getting his big butt stuffed full with the nerd’s. His lust took over and that foggy sensation clouded over his brain again, effectively silencing that alarm bell. 

“Like, this is totally gonna be the best night ever!” Derek cheered as he wiggled his hips, causing his big butt to bounce wildly, loving the lustful look in the nerd’s eyes.

“I’m telling you, Dude,” Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, “his staring is getting to the point where I’m thinking about talking to the owner.” 

Justin was annoyed about how when he’d walked into the locker room because he’d forgotten his reusable water bottle, he’d spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasn’t that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, he’d grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearance— and he’d made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.

Justin carried on, not only pissed that he’d been under the impression that he’d caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didn’t have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.

His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.

Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. “And the fuckin’ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,” he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. “I tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if he’d known that I’d go back for it.”

“…yeah, isn’t that something…” Mike panted.

Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. “No lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with me…” he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like he’d just licked a D battery.

He noticed Dave’s smile growing larger.

“Next time, what?” Mike teased.

Justin cleared his throat and grunted. “I’m gonna…” he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, “…suck his cock.”

He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. He’d wanted to say that he’d kick his ass.

Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.

Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. “Um,” he stammered, “I said that I was gonna… suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!”

The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.

“Keep it down!” Mike hissed. “You can’t be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.”

Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.

Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.

At the sight of such masculine power, Justin’s cock started to plump up. “Wh-what the fuck… is wrong with my slutty body?” he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.

“Justin, you okay?” Mike asked as he looked at the other man’s pale face.

Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrong— that he couldn’t control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, “I’ll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.”

He didn’t wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look that’d been on Dave’s gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way,  but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older man’s hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.

Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. “Can I help you, Bud?” he asked in his baritone-filled voice.

At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilder’s plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. “Your sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when he’d outwardly referred to the man as ‘sexy’.

Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. “What do you mean?” he asked. “And you really find me sexy?”

Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.

“You better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!” he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. “Wh-what… what the fuck d-did… did you do… me… Do me, Daddy!” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“Yeah, maybe later,” Dave winked, making the other man shudder. “First, I’m gonna let you suffer for a bit— I’ve always heard every time you’d talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think you’ll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.”

Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the man’s cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a man’s huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dave’s hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.

“You gotta fix this, Daddy!” he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. “Please, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.” He coughed and tried again. “Let me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole… lemme suck those muscletits…” He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless. 

Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. “I’ll fuck you after my workout,” he promised. “In the meantime, why don’t you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.”

Justin’s heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.

Mike found him and hurried over. “You alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend. “You rushed off so quickly, I thought you’d gotten sick.”

Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.

“I’m great, Stud,” he chirped. “I just had to admire Dave’s huge, sexy muscles. They’re so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout I’m gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then I’m gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nips…” The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldn’t help but smirk as he overheard.

You had received a special pill from your roommate who promised that it would help you lose weight. You had been making some pretty significant progress, but it was taking too damn long for your liking.

“You sure?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if you wanted to take some obscure pill. It was hot pink and about the size of standard Tylenol.

Your roommate nodded. “Yeah,” he said in his deep voice. “It works really fast too, so take it.” He sat back on the sofa in your living room, stretching his beefy arms behind his head, his biceps squeezing out of his sleeves.

Shrugging, you popped the pill in your mouth and swallowed.

True to your roommate’s words, you were shocked when you felt a strange tingling ripple throughout your body. Your jaw dropped when you held your arms out in front of yourself, marveling at how the extra fluff seemingly evaporated into thin air, disappearing from your body and leaving behind the toned muscles you’d built up from the gym. You even scrunched your forehead in wonder as your body hair even started to pull inwards, leaving behind skin that was smooth to the touch.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed in shock, wincing when you heard a higher pitch to your voice. Clearing your throat, you tried again. “What— *ahem, do I sound weird to you?”

Your roommate tried not to laugh as red filtered onto his face and he fought a smile. “You sound great,” he chuckled.

You saw your gut pull in, leaving behind your abs from the hundreds of crunches that you’d perform in your room. Your grin disappeared when you noticed that one by one, your abs started to fade until you ultimately had a flat, smooth stomach.

“Like, what happened to my muscles?” you asked, wincing at how you’d said ‘like’. You caught sight of your arms again, your eyes widening when the toned muscles shrank, becoming less and less defined by the minute. “Like, something is wrong! I’m getting,  suuuuper small!”

“I’d say,” your roommate nodded at you.

Confused, you followed his line of sight and nearly screamed when you saw your dwindling cock which had gone from a nice seven inches to a comical three. Even your balls had shrank, pulling in tight and close to your body.

“Like, what is even happening to me?!” you cried, grasping at your microdick, whimpering when you swallowed it with one hand.

Your roommate continued to smile as he unzipped his pants, his larger-by-comparison cock springing out. “You’re just becoming my perfect little twink,” he grinned. “Now stop worrying your head and c’mere and suck off Daddy.”

Almost immediately, you were hit with an insatiable urge to suck your roommate’s thick, eight inch cock. The beefy stud smirked at you and flexed his massive muscles from where he sat, highlighting the incredible size difference between the two of you. Despite your fear over what was happening to you and the anger you felt at your roommate for turning you into his ultimate sexual fantasy, your felt your thinner legs propel you towards the couch.

As you moved, you felt a jiggle behind you. You looked over your thin shoulder and shuddered at the two basketballs that had been attached to your rear, effectively tripling the size of your ass. It bounced with every movement and you even began to theorize that all of your mass that had disappeared from your body had actually been relocated to your now enormous bubblebutt.

You had little time to focus on that though, because your new twink instincts made you lunge forward and take the entirety of your roommate’s cock in your mouth. You managed to shove your nose all the way into his musky pubes, not at all surprised that your gag relax was gone. The beefy man moaned as you sucked his cock like a pro, feeling your tiny cock throb from the action. You bobbed your head and sucked in your cheeks, hungrily running your tongue al over the thick shaft.

It didn’t take long until your roommate grunted and came, and you found yourself happily swallowing every last drop of his cum.

“I knew giving you that pill would be a great idea,” he panted as he rested his head back on the sofa, spent.

You leaned back and looked down at your new body. You were so incredibly small and undefined. Although you’d lost any extra fat that you used to carry, you’d also lost all the muscle that you’d managed to build up. And your puny cock was so small that the front of your underwear was all loose and baggy, illustrating how tiny you now were. However, your massive ass was so large that the back of your underwear was forced to ride up between the two globes which bounced and jiggled with every movement you made.

And despite all of that, you struggled to stop that craving to suck off your roommate again.

“Gimme ten minutes and you can suck me off again,” your roommate hummed as he fought to catch his breath.

“Like, I totally can’t wait,” you chirped.

Ditzygender Pride Flags

“Ditzygender is a gender relating to being silly and unorganized.”