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Aaron had spent most of his childhood wondering why his father had suddenly stepped out on his mother one day. Even when he asked, his dad had always said he'd understand one day. He'd also said he saw a lot of me in himself, but he never understood what that meant.
As with most urban legends, Aaron never really believed the Hoe Zone was a real thing. It felt like a big conspiracy for a lot of closeted dudes to come out and get freaky or whatever with no backlash. It was only when he stepped out of his bedroom and was instantly back in his childhood living room that he knew he had been wrong.
Like many others before him, Aaron felt compelled to undress and put on the clothes the Hoe Zone presented to him. The tangerine briefs were much tighter than boxers he'd been wearing before. However, his dick and balls quickly plumped to fill the pouch. Aaron felt his package and was pleased, and aroused, to find it was perfectly flaccid despite being so much bigger.
When he slid the socks on, his feet grew a bit and didn't stop there. His thoughts suddenly teemed with images of men fucking men in every position, sometimes even many at a time. Every time a new man appeared, lean muscles sprouted and hair spread up his body, a strangled moan of pleasure slipping out of him. He collapsed onto the couch, glancing back at the mirror behind him.
He'd always somewhat resembled his father, but Aaron was suddenly his spitting image. It was as if he'd stepped back in time and entered his father's body. Although, he definitely didn't remember his dad packing so much heat between his legs and he could feel it growing.
Allegedly, the Hoe Zone spit its victims back out, but it never happened to him. Aaron quickly learned that he was now obsessed with getting as much dick as possible and hopelessly disinterested in being married to a woman. His favorite hobby was getting baptized in cum.
Aaron, now Dean, had learned enough about his father's life from before the change to assimilate into his life pretty easily. In spite of his research (when he could tear himself away from dick), The Hoe Zone seemed to be nothing more than a urban legend in those days; the object of a story from some gay writers on a fetish site. However, Aaron knew it was only a matter of time before everyone knew the truth...
You'd heard of 'The Hoe Zone', as it came to be known, from some of your friends who had already undergone the change. A few years back, men reported that they would randomly find themselves in a place that twisted and changed them into a sluttier, gay version of themselves before spitting them back out into the real world. Every guy said it was different, some reported rooms of leather and chains or nightclubs full of men. It only took a few weeks before huge portions of the male population was transformed into walking wet dreams.
You were gay before it all started, so you were never expecting to stumble inside on your way out of class one day. The pink room stretched on as far as you could see, with only a wooden stool with a baseball cap, slightly yellowed jockstrap, and athletic socks placed on it in sight. Picking the jockstrap up, you were overcome with the scent of sweat and musk. It felt like you had reached into some guy's laundry hamper just after a workout.
Gritting your teeth, you stripped out of your clothes and abandoned them on the pink floor. You didn't notice they completely disappeared as you slid the socks on. You suddenly felt a little like running a marathon as you slid the jockstrap up your legs. It didn't quite fit at first, you thought, but only for a few seconds.
The second you put the cap on, sweaty muscles bloomed all over your body. You moaned in pleasure and grabbed onto the stool to keep steady while your body grew. You could hear whispering in your head about how great men were, especially daddies and bears. You involuntarily reached back and snapped the waistband of the jockstrap, getting hard at the little shock of pain. Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes.
When you opened them next, you found yourself back in the hallway at college, clad in only a baseball cap, jockstrap, and socks. You turned to head back into the classroom, suddenly wondering if your professor was single...