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Someone Unexpected

"Fort Stonepeak was a small town in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains. With a population of only a few thousand, most people made their livelihoods by serving the farmers that worked just outside the city boundary or as members of the lively tourism industry that flourished in the region due to its fresh air, majestic mountain peaks, and clear blue rivers. Maybe that's why I came here? I did need some space after my breakup, but it hasn't worked. All I've done is sit in this hotel under this dim light on a creaky bed and feel sad for myself. Jesus, I need to do something. Maybe I will go to the bar tonight, and then I can at least drink my problems away. So after a shower, I looked in the mirror, put a shirt on, and got going.

Walking into the bar, spots flashed before my eyes as the bright lights flashed. I hadn't been expecting them; it gave the bar much more of a rave atmosphere than I had expected, but when in Rome, trudging to the bar, I had to practically scream over the music just to get a whiskey. Looking around, I saw couples dancing. Great! I thought, Now I get to mope with a headache, but just as I thought that, a clink noise sounded next to me. Looking over, a gay, twunkish-looking farm boy sat next to me. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here; there are not many seats around." His chuckle filled me with a giddy feeling as he laughed. "No worries, I'm not waiting for anyone," I replied, putting my hand out for a handshake. He had a much firmer grip than I thought.

The next few days, I went to hang out with John and began to learn more about him—about his family, friends, and, most importantly, his sexuality. It was another night of meeting at the same bar when John finally dropped the bomb. "I know you are gay; I am too, so I was wondering if you wanted to..." John trailed off. I was shocked as all hell. I had had my fair share of exchanges with other guys, and sure, a lot of them wanted me badly, but none had ever been this blunt. "Sure," I said, winking, "I can give you a good time," and before I knew it, we were heading over to my small hotel.

Leading John back to my apartment, I was full of joy. There was a strut in my step as I led him, and I had to slow down to stop myself from rushing too quickly. Once we got to my room, I held the door open for him and followed him in. The door shut with a bang, and I saw his shoulders tightening. Before he turned to me, "We're going to the bedroom now," he told me. I was shocked. Just a minute ago, he had been following me and gleefully talking about the starry sky and how he couldn't wait to do the deed with me. Now here, he was acting like he was in charge. I was going to talk to him about that, but then I felt the will to fight him on it leave my body as he stared at me, and like a defeated puppy, I followed him to my own bedroom, where he got me to sit down. Looking at me, I could feel his eyes undressing me before he finally seemed to be focused on my face. "I know you want me, but I want to hear it from you," he said. Still in shock at the situation, I stayed quiet, but soon waves of pleasure began to radiate through me. I looked to see where they were coming from, and his hand was massaging my crotch. "What do you want?" he asked me, and as I moaned, I only managed to whisper "you." Smiling at me, John pulled off my shirt and pants and pulled me into a kiss. I could feel his tongue invade my mouth, and I knew this was my last chance to assert that I was in charge here, so I fought back, but it was futile as he continued to slowly pressure my pouch, and finally I submitted, and his tongue began to explore my mouth. This is when I felt the first change begin. I felt inside my pants that my boxers were changing, the fabric changing to be less coarse, perhaps nylon, and shrinking down until my goods were held in a pair of briefs. looking down at them. John grinned; he said, "You look good on me," and I could feel my cheeks go hot as I blushed.

He proceeded to push me down and start kissing what felt like every inch of my body. As he did, my muscles began to shrink and my broad shoulders narrowed, but I still had a muscular frame, just a swimmer build rather than the body I had worked for at the gym, and before long, John was pulling down my pants and staring at my 9-inch. I looked at him with begging eyes as he began to suck me off, wave after wave of pleasure as I neared closer and closer, and right before I came, he moved back to kissing me and finished off my transformation as he gave me a hand job. Ribbons of cum flew out, leaving me with a reduced size. Putting his fingers covered in my own product into my mouth, my neurons fired. My brain was rewired; I was a bottom through and through, and John was certainly my boyfriend, and every night we would make love. That was how it was.

a few months later, and I've finally moved in with him. Of course, I do all the cooking and cleaning at home while he works the farm. Every night, I get to enjoy his hot, sweaty body. I think I hear him coming now. I don't think I've ever been so happy as when I see him after a long day.

1:1

"You're my 1:30?"

Leo nearly jumps out of skin and looks up at the CEO in front of him.

"Y-Yes."

Leo fumbles as he stands up, awkwardly shoving his sweaty palm for the man to shake. The man, Costas Mandelieu, is not only hot as fuck, but also the CEO of some hugely popular coffee company that has a bunch of locations around the country. Leo remembered there being a location on campus before he graduated, and then noticing a rather large influx of hot gay men walking around campus. The place became this kind of second gay bar.

And he never stepped foot inside.

He was confident he would've been laughed right out the door. Everyone there was thickly built meatheads or otherwise muscular jocks. And Leo? Leo was a chubby little nerd who kept his head down so no one would notice him. Granted, the guys walking in and out of the coffee shop looked big and intimidating but they were genuinely some of the nicest (and dumbest) people Leo had ever spoken to.

But still, one too many cruel rejections later has taught Leo not to judge books by their covers.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Costas' voice is rich, deep, coming right out of his thick chest. Leo tries to ignore the flush of horny bashfulness that overtakes him. This is professional. The job interview that could set him up for life.

Costas' smile, warm and inviting, sends a flurry of butterflies in Leo's stomach as he follows Costas to his office. Inside, it's all warm wood and the smell of a rich, cedarwood air freshener hits his nose. It's the most beautiful space Leo has ever been in, and he gawks at everything openly as Costas shuts the door behind him.

Imposter syndrome sets in like a knife. Surely there's other candidates out here? Why him? And....is his hand on Leo's lower back? This close Leo can smell him - his expensive cologne, the heady smell of masculine sweat underneath - as Costas gently guides the befuddled man some leather chairs by his desk. He motions for Leo to sit and he does, confused and feeling a not entirely unwelcome horniness settle in his body. Costas makes a glass of tea. Leo closes his legs as he watches Costas sit and rearrange himself, his massive bulge obvious through his slacks.

"Now this position is a very intimate lifetime position with me, so I don't want you to get caught off guard if I ask some personal questions."

Leo nods and looks around. The job description was so coy with details he wouldn't be surprised (or upset) if Costas was asking him to be a personal sex toy.

"Ready?"

Costas smiles again and Leo's insides melt.

Focus.

"Yes."

Costas clears his throat. He takes a sip from his tea and sets it down again. The tea smells....weird. A funky odor normally associated with the gym seems to waft from the cup. It's not gross....but it does increase the haze of horniness that's really taking root in Leo's head.

Focus.

"So how old are you Leo?"

"23."

"23?" Costas whistles as if this is some impressive age. "I remember when I was your age I had a hair trigger at the best of times."

It all happens so fast.

One second he's listening to Costas, then the next he's gasping for air, clutching onto the chair's armrest and trying to stifle his moans as his cock shoots to full attention and makes a very, very obvious imprint on his jeans. Even worse: his cock starts firing like a hose, a huge wet spot spreading across his crotch.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I don't -."

He lifts his crotch in the air as he cums, as if he's angling for one of the ropes of cum he's firing to splatter on the floor. The entirety of his dick and balls is lit up with warmth like a Christmas tree of pleasure. Costas holds up his hands and makes placating, calming a startled horse gestures.

"It's alright. No really it's okay. You didn't masturbate today, did you?"

No. No he didn't.

That's why he's so pent up.

When he finally stops cumming, he settles down and tries to cover the huge wet spot on his jeans. God he can smell it from here. And it's so much. He's never produced that much cum before, right? He sits down and when he readjusts himself, his eyes widen when he notices that his balls feel much bigger than they should, their weight is obvious and pressing down on the chair.

"How often do you usually masturbate?"

"Onc - uh - four times a day usually. Wait that's not true."

"I understand. I've got a pair of knockers down there as well."

With that, Leo's balls swell further. His cock once again springing to attention as his nuts droop and sag under their weight. Half of his bulge now seems to be made of his churning, swelling balls. He feels like he's being edged, cock dancing just on the edge of a lightning rod orgasm before pulling back. He's grinding his flabby ass against the seat, trying to relieve the sudden sexual pressure. He's white-knuckling the chair and gritting his teeth as beads of sweat drip down his forehead. He brings his knees together tight.

"What the fuck is - huff huff - happening?"

"An interview."

"No, something's ... Oh...."

Leo's cock begins raining pre. He can feel it travel up his cock and ooze out of the swollen mushroom head at the top. It doesn't help either that Costas is touching his own cock, the massive fuckstick spreading against his thigh.

"It's 10 inches." Costas smiles as Leo rocks back and forth in the chair. "And, sheesh, yours is, what, eight?"

Leo throws his head back, mouth falling open, as a chorus of sexual moans and sounds fall out of his mouth. His locked legs fly open into a huge V. He feels like he's actually being fucked, or an expert is giving him the best handjob of his life. His cock pulses and pounds with blood as it stretches forward, cum leaking to no end out of his cockhead, those 6 inches growing with each pulse of blood that forces his prized organ larger and larger. It swells against his thigh, thickening with proportional girth as well, slipping out of his underwear as the sensitive head flops against his hairy thigh. Leo whimpers as his cock pushes forward. It's taking all of his willpower not to touch it, stroke it like Costas is stroking his cock through his pants. He finally manages to look down at his now big cock, straining the fabric of his jeans, feeling so stifled with those massive balls, the zipper of his jeans pulling down to try and accommodate his newly massive genitals. His cock oozes more pre, as if his balls are taking advantage of the extra space to pump and produce more sexual fluids out of his cock. His brain feels like it's landed squarely in his balls. Whatever thoughts of escaping whatever Costas is doing to him are immediately interrupted by a new burning need to cum, by the dense thundercloud of hormones tearing through his body.

Costas has taken off his jacket and he's just in his expensive button down. He reaches into his shirt and gropes one of his huge pecs. Leo is so hard, so sweaty, so turned on by this. Mouth hanging open as he tries to focus on anything. But his brain is going haywire.

"Hung bottoms are my weakness."

Leo pitches forward, moaning like he's being fucked as his asshole twitches and throbs. He hangs onto the armrests to prevent from falling as his cock throbs harder, his bigger dick making him moan even more lewdly. It's pure pornography coming out of his mouth as his voice shoots up an octave, cracking a little as his gut gurgles and shifts. Everyone in this fucking office building can probably hear him.

But he.....doesn't care?

He feels the fat in his stomach sliding down into his tightening ass, the underused muscles strengthening and flexing against the onslaught of fatty mass that lands solidly in his ass, pushing it outwards and making it firm but still bouncy, and jiggly. He grits his teeth, hissing with pleasure as his ass rips through his underwear, and screams in pleasure as the sensitive, jiggling globes press against his jeans, putting immense pressure on them as the seams start breaking apart to let his massive ass take up the space it needs. He loses several inches in height, the lost mass resettling in his still inflating ass, the sensation mind-numbingly good.

The bones in his hands pop and rearrange, the palms inflating a little but not a lot, his fingers sucking away excess fat and moving it to his ass. His newly sensitive hole feels like it's burning. Burning with emptiness. He gyrates his massive ass - god they're like beach balls!! - against the leather, desperate for some relief in his increasingly horny, frazzled mind. It's the ass of his dreams. Except it's now hanging off his lower back at a severe angle, and he can feel the weight of it over his trembling thighs, as heat pours into them.

His thighs become fleshy pillars to support his fat ass. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the muscles grow and tone, solidifying as whatever excess fat his body can suck away in his flattening stomach falls into them, growing them big enough to split the seams of his jeans. He squeezes his thighs, like he's trying to prevent them from growing bigger, splitting apart his jeans as the muscles flex and continue growing. His calves harden and become solid diamonds pressing against his jeans. He rubs the smooth - wait, smooth!? - flesh of his thighs and shakes his legs, the rolling muscles making his eyes cross with pleasure as they close around the space of his overheated balls.

"M - Mr. Mandelieu."

Costas' Mr. Mandelieu's cock is in his hand, all 10 slick glorious inches.

Leo's feet shrink and collapse. The size 12s rearranging onto soft size 9s, his shoes slipping off and collapsing on the floor. His socks hanging off his diminished feet. He flexes his still shrinking toes and bucks, literally thrusts into the air like a bull, as his cock starts spurting cum again, this time breaking the zipper of his jeans and flopping out, firing all over the expensive carpet and his shirt, the cum raining down on his denser, muskier pubes. With each volley of cum, he feels more of himself slipping away. His head feels emptier, his thoughts taking longer to manifest and come together. He feels a little afraid as Mr. Mandelieu says, "You don't ever skip chest day, do you?"

Leo's nipples press so hard against his shirt his hands fly off the chair and grab them, twist and pull as the fat in his chest recedes into his ass and thighs, growing them bigger and causing more fabric to buckle and break under the pressure. A great slither of his crack sits against the leather making him moan and groan, pull his nipples harder as muscle swells behind them.

"Ahhh AH!"

His back arches as small, hard pecs begin mounting on his chest, right above his flat stomach. The muscles are tightening and expanding around his skin. He yanks and pulls on his nipples like he's trying to force milk out of his growing chest. But really he's just pulling his pecs forward, coaxing pure muscle into his hands as the pink buds in his hands bloat into sensitive salamis. His chest broadens and forces his shoulders wider to make room for his burgeoning chest, muscles flexing without his control as they surge forward, big tight slabs of jock muscle that split the buttons of his shirt with their size. It takes him more than a moment to realize the little strands of his chest hair he once grew are no longer there. When he looks into his waistband, he sees that the only hair on his body is the dense bush of pubes crowning his cock. And the smell....it's so...strong. His musk and man stink has never really been that intense. Now it smells like he's just been sweating all day in a jockstrap. The flesh behind his nipples surge one final time with muscle and his pecs firmly mount themselves on his upper torso, making him unleash a low, whiny groan.

Mr. Mandelieu's pants are down now. Cock and huge balls fully in view. The gamey wallop of his scent hits Leo in the nose and makes him moan louder, as he cums again. But this time, the orgasm doesn't even scratch the surface of his horny mind. It feels good, yes, but god there's a better orgasm hiding underneath that.

"Mr. - pant pant - Mandelieu."

"Yes?"

He's tweaking one of his own nipples now, heaving his hairy pecs out of his shirt. Leo tries his best to resettle, sitting on his cushion-like ass and spasming the unfamiliar pleasure racing through him.

"Please...."

"Do you want to stop?"

Do I?

"I just want to cum."

"Then cum."

That better orgasm lances through him like a sword. He arches his back into the bridge position and just lets cum rain all over his smooth, tight chest, his smaller torso. This time, he begins to feel...scratchy in his clothes. Like they're really not fitting him right. He takes off his torn jeans and his broken shirt. Stripping out of them as his orgasm begins to subside, his still dripping cock sending droplets of cum all over the carpet. He's vaguely aware of the seductive way he's stripping out of his clothes, like a stripper almost. Thrusting out his chest, cock, and ass. Throwing his clothes away and just lying there in his ruined briefs, which finally tear off as his hips creak wider and stronger, allowing a final flood of fatty muscle to land in his ass and send another cum rocket out of his cock.

"You're turning out nicely."

"Thank you Mr. - Sir."

Sir?

He places his hands on his stomach, writhing in the chair, completely naked, the leather sending sparks of jittery pleasure up his body because of how sensitive his sweaty skin is. The flatness is weird. Hot, but weird. He runs his smaller hands over it, afraid to go higher and accidentally touch one of his thumbtack hard, and sized, nipples.

"Sir, what's - what's happening to me?"

"Well I'll tell you. But first I have to compliment that core of yours."

The wind is knocked out of him in a breathy moan, as his stomach tightens. The tightening is accompanied by a rush of blood to his kind of softening cock, as cum gutters - genuine cum gutters - carve into his waist. He throws his head back against the headrest in pure bliss as abs forge their way through his taut and sensitive skin. He barely understands what Mr. Sir is saying. But from what he can gather from his increasingly addled mind is that that previous horny wish of being a personal sex toy might actually be happening.

Leo groans and shifts in his seat as his abs and core continue strengthening, his core strong enough along with his thighs, hips, and ass, to ride and milk a dick to within an inch of its life. His cock is just oozing, each pulse forcing out more cum like he's squeezing a dish rag full of cum.

"My usual, they're busy running the gym and all the other Coffee shops. I'm just looking for someone more consistent."

Leo's abs settle into place. They're beautiful. All lined up in a neat row. He runs his fingers up and down the tight, cobblestone skin.

"You smell so good sir."

"Thank you."

His laugh makes Leo whimper and moan.

"Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss with those big fat lips of yours."

And he does. He gets up and nearly falls backwards due to the weight hanging on his lower body. Sir meets him halfway and pulls him in, hand tantalizingly close to his round, voluptuous ass.

Leo's lips plump up and expand. Kissable, perky, lips to wrap around a cock and never let go. The kiss with Sir makes Leo nearly cum right then and there, made even more unbearable by Sir's big, massive hands rubbing and caressing, and spanking those bountiful cheeks. He has to stand on his tiptoes to meet Sir's beautiful lips.

Then he breaks it. Leo just whimpers.

"Flex for me."

His soft, flabby biceps expand and grow. It's an orgasm via his biceps, the fat redistributing throughout his body. Lower and into his pecs, filling them out more. Even lower and into his ass that pushes against Sir's hand as his pit hair grows bushier and stronger. He collapsed into Sir's body as his arms continue to grow lithe and muscular, strong but not overly large biceps. He kisses Sir's neck, grinding against his thigh, their fat cocks brushing against each other as Sir's grumbling moans resonate and bounce around in Leo's emptying skull. The world around him seems to warp and shimmer.

"Why don't you take a look at yourself?"

Suddenly, they're not in the office but a pool. Sir is in a Speedo with his fat cock visible right through it, the bulge making Leo's hole twinge.

A big sprawling house looms in the distance. Leo looks around, his dumbing mind confused but not at all frightened. When he sees himself in the reflection of the pool house's glass, he's floored.

Sir's Daddy's hand stays firmly on Leo's ass. Everything feels blindingly good. Except the emptiness that's been in his ass the entire time his body has been morphed and bent to Sir's will.

He's guided to one of the many couches and sits Leo on his lap, the sensation of Daddy's swollen cock between his massive ass, teasing that sensitive hole rocks Leo to his core.

"Do you want to be my himbo?"

Leo feverishly nods. To keep feeling everything this good. He doesn't feel worried, or afraid, or concerned. His old life drips and drops out of his cock. He knows that as soon as Daddy's cock enters him, that old life will be like a long dream.

A lifetime position.

Daddy lifts him up and is about to position him above his massive cock.

"Wait!"

He pauses.

"We can still stop if you don't want this."

Leo sheepishly looks around the gorgeous property. All his. His to use. His to fuck in. Do whatever.

"Can you make me a little beefier?"

Daddy nods.

Then he plunges all of his cock into Leo's ass. His brain ignites with pleasure, a huge campfire of sex just lit up. The Big One - the No Going Back orgasm - rocks his frame and he paints Daddy's big, broad chest with his cum as he bounces on Daddy's cock like a pogo stick. Working Daddy's cock deeper inside of him, stretching his hole and pounding his prostate, literally making him howl with sexual gratification. He sifts through his dulling mind and realizes that, okay, he can do basic math. He can still take care of himself. But whenever he tries reaching into that well of higher thought and concern, he simply draws a blank. Daddy wraps his arms around Leo as he cums, thick ropey cum landing deep in Leo's body.

This cum is then distributed around Leo's tight body as he groans and shakes, cum firing out of his cock again. His pecs become fuller, softer, fat filling in the space around his muscles, stretching and dragging his nipples and chest across Daddy's body, intensifying his orgasm. His ass and thighs grow jigglier but no less strong, squeezing Daddy's cock and making him groan. His abs bloat slightly and push against Daddy's stomach. He hugs Daddy tightly as he's overwhelmed with love and deep affection for him.

The horny fog finally lifts.

When Costas pulls out with a slick pop! , Leo sees his finalized form as he slumps into the empty space on the couch, exhausted and content.

"How do you feel big guy?"

Leo rests his head on Costas' chest, wraps his thicker, beefier arms around his body and begins drifting off to sleep with a faint smile on his face. Costas laughs and kisses Leo on the top of his head, pulling him in tight.

Truthfully, Leo's the happiest he's ever been.

Taking control

Zach was relentlessly bullied by Jay, with zach being nerdy, a ginger, and one of the few asian people in the school made him an easy target. And Jay loved low hanging fruit.

As senior year rolled around Zach had concoted a special serum that would make anything he say real. Something he had always fantasied about.

Locking his car he swiftly made his way into the school, excited to try out the serum. Along the way he quickly downed it, the oozing blue liquid leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste.

"hey pipsqueak" jay said, looking over Zach.

"I see you havent changed much over the summer, still the same faggy nerd. Take a look at my gains fire crotch." He commanded as he flexed the impressive 20 pounds of muscle he had put on in a few months.

"don't talk to me like that jay"

As he said that Jay wanted to say something, but for some reason he couldnt insult him even if he tried.

"what... what the fuck did you do to me?" Jay said his voice slightly quivering.

"nothing you have to worry about, in fact you think that me changing you is normal. Everyone thinks my changes have always been reality, you couldnt tell anyone if you wanted"

A feeling came over Jay, relief. He smiled at Zach.

"hey sorry, I don't know what I was talking about earlier" his brash voice became very soft and inviting.

"Its okay Jay. Just remember that you're my bitch boy, my cunt. You can't talk to your superior that way."

How could he be so silly, why would he every say those things to his master? Mr. Zach treated him so nicely.

"I'm sorry sir! Please forgive me"

"It's okay, just dont let it happen again."

What a sight to be behold, a huge 6'6 bodybuilder bending to the will of a tiny 5'6 nerd.

"lets go into the janitors closet, I want some alone time with you"

"whatever you want sir!"

Although Jay's mind had been mostly rewritten, a part of him deep down was screaming this was wrong, although that voice was drowned out by the command to obey Zach.

Standing in the closet, zach made sure the door was locked as he got on his knees.

"over the next few minutes, your masculinity will drain into me and when you cum, you will cum your old life and memories."

Jay's eyes showed fear for a split second, followed by ecstacy as Zach brought down his sweats and started toying with his giant dick.

"lets say for fun, you can't cum until i let you" As the words left his mouth Jay felt his dick get harder, becoming fully erect at 14 inches. A supernatural force was keeping him from cumming as zach wrapped his mouth around the tip, playfully licking it as he slowly inched the huge dragon down.

As he bobbed, it felt easier to fit. Looking up he realized that Jay's Body wasen't as defined as it was a few seconds ago. His pecs not as big.

After a minute or so he was able to get to the base of his dick, although that was because it had grown considerably smaller.

Zach felt his own cock slide down his leg as it grew thicker and longer, straining against his denim jeans.

"wow... your... shoulders have gotten... so broad" Jay cooed as he put his arms on zach's shoulders. He felt his muscles ripple as they expanded.

Zach stopped as he got up, now eye level with Jay.

"Are you getting taller?" Jay said as he caressed Zach's growing lean torso. He took off his shirt, revealing a trail of abs leading down to his own throbbing member

"I sure am, soon ill be a lot taller than you little twink" he said as he brought his large hands up to jay's face, gently holding his jaw as their height difference became much more obvious.

"now go ahead and bend over for me"

Jay immediately showed his ass to him as it started to plump up. Jay looked behind him at the imposing figure slightly scared as this was his first time bottoming.

"don't worry baby, it won't hurt. You crave my dick, you worship it, it could never hurt you"

Zach said as his now footlong dick leaked precum. He spit on his hand and spread Jay's ass open with it. Jay gasped and moaned as his voice became higher.

Zach slowly started to put his dick in as he covered Jay's mouth so he wouldnt make any noise.

"ohhhh fuck your bussy feels so good" zach moaned in jay's ear as his dick got longer and thicker, Jay's dick getting shorter and shorter. Only 2 inches hard.

Zach's muscles filled out more as the last of Jay's masculinity slipped right out of him and into Zach's dick.

The sound of his giant balls slapping against jay's plump ass getting louder and quicker.

"you can cum in 3."

Zach reached around jay's slim waist and felt jay's micropenis, feeling it in his huge hand as he massaged it.

"2."

He let go of jay's mouth as he trailed his hand down his neck to one of his nipples. Massaging it sensually while rhythmically thrusting. Finding it hard to speak through his grunts.

"1."

They both moaned in unison as Jay squirt a small but strady stream of cum out of his inch long dick into Zach's hand as Zach came buckets into his ass. He quickly pulled out as he looked at his gleaming 20 inch thick as a soda can dick. It was completely covered in cum and not going down at all.

Jay turned around and looked at the giant hunk in front of him, zach licked jay's cum off his hand as jay started to wrap his perfect soft pillowly lips around zach's giant dick, cleaning it with his tongue. Zach grabbed jay's hair as he forced his head to the base of his dick.

As he did so he came another huge load, filling jay's stomach. As his cum guzzled down his giant shaft. Zach moaned, his voice deepening a few more octaves into a rich bass.

Jay unlatched himself, looking up at Zach, the once nerdy asian with his glasses still on, his muscles gleaming in the dim light. If he had to guess he was probably at least 6'9

"are you full now, slut?"

Zach started to feel himself start chubbing again, not taking his eyes off the tiny 5'3" twink in front of him.

"im so full daddy, thank you for the meal~" Jay cooed as he traced zach's huge pecs.

/ can you tell i like red heads

“ Look deep into my eyes and let go. Feel your cock harden. You are just a cock. Just my submissive obedient top to command.”

Chad’s mind emptied as his cock hardened. He was no longer a person. He was just a cock whose only purpose was to be an obedient fuck toy for his Master.

Matt > Ollie

A few hours ago, I was the typical Jock, loved sports, and attention, but something was missing in my life. I was known as a lion because of my huge cock. It was so annoying as I was horny all tye tome and people could see them outline of it when I wore shorts. It was so easy to fuck people but I was bored of it.

This is where Ollie came in to help. He spoke to me about how he wished he was like me, and I ended up telling him how I would love to become a cute nerd twink like him. He was actually shocked hearing it. He asked me if I was willing to trade bodies with him, and I said yes! He showed me this weird device that has a node, and it meant to transfer our minds but leaving everything behind.

I sat there with the node on my head, and he pressed the device on. I felt my body froze as I was being extracted painfully, but out of the blue, I was sitting where Ollie was and saw my body in front moving.

I felt new knowledge about science, maths, everything, and lust for jocks? I felt my smaller cock get hard seeing Ollie in my body flexing. I looked at my new body, and it felt so tight and sexy! I was finally a cute nerdy twink!!! I was Ollie at last!! I remembered how I had OF and loved guys fucking me.

I spoke to Matt, and we both loved this swap, we felt love and decided to kiss. He agreed to collaborate with me, and the video went viral. Matt is now my dom top, and he sure satisfies me nightly. I love how he ruins my hole as he needs to keep his cock calm. We have fucked so any times at college and this was the best life ever.

Everyone respected our relationship, and we had so many threesomes as sometimes I wanted to top a fellow jock.

The device? I kept it hidden away as Matt and I agreed to steal ourselves fresh young bodies when we reached 40.

Voting

(I have to repost this because it got flagged for some reason)

This is Colin. He works out with his wireless headphones on, blasting a carefully crafted playlist to pump his muscles to. One day, a devious gym-goer hacks his headphones and plays music with subliminal messages. What is the title of the playlist?

Playlist for Good Boys.

Colin sauntered across the gym floor, his sweaty and pumped up muscles bulging with masculine power as they strained his clothing to bursting. All the while, faint beats could be heard emanating from his wireless headphones. The stud always worked out with his headphones, constantly lifting weights to the beats of whatever song was on his carefully crafted playlist.

As he approached the lat pull down machine, Colin passed by one of the older gym-goers there: a bodybuilding coach by the name of Viktor. The large burly man was at the pec fly machine, his large hairy pecs spilling out of his workout tank with every rep. He playfully winked at the younger stud, making Colin wince and quicken his pace towards his desired machine.

Colin had nothing against Viktor, he just found it odd how the older man would frequently be staring intently at him, usually smirking. He shook off his uncertainty and went to performing reps at the machine, his massive muscles bulging with power as he worked out. The whole time, the music from his playlist blasted in his headphones. 

As Colin worked out to the beats of his playlist, he spied Viktor (once again) giving him one of his trademark devious smirks. The older muscleman yanked his phone out of his pocket and started to frantically type away at the screen, giving Colin another wink. 

Colin bristled at the unwanted attention, but forced himself to continue his workout. However, his focus was quickly interrupted when his playlist seemingly stopped and some unknown set began to play on his headphones. 

“What the…?” the stud muttered to himself, confused as to where this brand new list of songs had appeared from. Still, the beats were quick and the tempo seemed to match his usual playlist, so the hunk shrugged his broad shoulders and continued his workout.

Viktor just continued to smirk knowingly at the young stud.

Colin went about his usual gym routine, focusing on certain muscle groups that he would retain his perfectly proportional musculature. The temperature in the gym must’ve been set high because the stud was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable in his red shirt, feeling way too hot. He was at the weight pile, lifting large dumbbells, actually enjoying the new, mysterious music that was pumping on his wireless headphones when he noticed something.

“Shit!” he hissed, dropping the weights in shock when he saw that he was rock hard. The stud’s impressive seven inches was sticking straight out in front of himself, tenting his shorts in an obvious manner. He quickly attempted to cover himself with his hands, his face beet red from actually walking around the gym floor hard. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice, and the hunk was humiliated to think that he’d actually been sauntering around the other guys with his hard cock bobbing in front of himself the whole time.

Colin made a move towards the locker room to go hide, but Viktor sauntered up and clapped the stud on his broad shoulders. “What’s the hurry?” he teasingly asked.

Despite wanting desperately to run and hide, Colin found himself staying in place, his eyes running up and down the hairy muscles of the older man. The way Viktor’s fuzzy pecs spilled out of his top and the way his thick thighs were tightly pressed together made Colin’s hard cock confusingly twitch.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Colin couldn’t seem to get a word out.

“And why so shy all of a sudden?” Viktor asked. “There’s no need to hide that.” He gestured down at Colin’s cupped hands in front of his crotch.

He wanted to argue, to push himself away from the older man, but instead Colin found himself dropping his hands to his sides and allowing his tented shorts to be in plain view of the muscleman. The young stud blushed some more, but no matter how much he screamed at himself, he couldn’t get his muscled arms to move so that he could shield his cock from view. It was as if he were paralyzed. 

His heart racing in his muscled chest, Colin tried with all of his might to move a muscle, but his body was unresponsive. His biceps bulged as he struggled to move, but his arms remained put at his sides.

“Don’t look so scared, Pup,” Viktor cooed. “Just go ahead and get more comfortable. I’m sure you’ll feel much better soon.”

Pup? Colin wanted to ask what the older man meant, but he was quickly more concerned with how his large arms finally moved; however, it was on their own accord and without any of his control.

Colin felt his hands grab the bottom of his red shirt and lift it up and over his head, exposing his sweaty chest muscles. He was quick to catch on the second he was exposed to the gym and the older man, his physical discomfort immediately disappeared. He was so caught up in how amazing it felt to have his plump pecs free from his confining shirt that he barely registered his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his shorts, eagerly tugging them down to the floor.

The young stud stood in the middle of the gym, rock hard and clad in nothing but a tight jockstrap. His hard cock tented out the pouch of the jock obscenely, and his perky ass bubbled out of the back straps for all to see. Colin was beyond embarrassed at his exposed nature, yet, he couldn’t deny that he felt some sense of relief, almost as if the thought of putting back on his baggy and confining clothing was repulsive.

Worst of all was that Colin quickly noticed that Viktor’s own shorts were also tented out, causing his heart to race in his muscled chest and his mouth to water. His breath sped up, causing his large pecs to heave as his eyes honed in on the older man’s hard cock.

Viktor noticed and crossed his large arms over this beefy chest. “Well?” he asked expectantly. “Are you going to be a good boy and take care of that?”

Good boy. 

Hearing that phrase set something off deep inside of Colin. He felt his muscles tense up as his cock spasmed and he unleashed a fat load of cum into his jockstrap, panting afterward. He immediately dropped to all fours and ground his face hungrily into the older man’s crotch, moaning loudly as he sniffed at his musk. 

With his teeth, Colin pulled at Viktor’s shorts, desperately tugging them down to the floor. Going commando, Viktor’s hard cock sprung out in front of him, bobbing tantalizingly in front of Colin’s face.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Colin felt himself lean forward and eagerly take in the older man’s cock in his mouth. Colin had never sucked off anyone before, but he was somehow sucking off Viktor like a semi-pro. He hungrily lapped at the older man’s cock and deep throated as best as he could, unable to stop his desperate moans the entire time. He had enough awareness to scream inside at what he was doing: blowing another man in the middle of the gym in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap. But Colin couldn’t stop. He was a little concerned with how quickly he was taking to sucking cock, and also how great it felt to have every other man in the gym gawk at his impressive muscles — both of those sensations rapidly drowning out the formerly straight hunk’s trepidation.

When Viktor came and unleashed his load, Colin eagerly swallowed every last drop, feeling an odd sense of pride that he’d gotten the older man off. From his all-fours position, he puffed out his chest with pride and held his head up.

“Such a good boy,” Viktor breathed, patting Colin on the head.

Colin’s cock twitched again at the phrase and he felt such an overwhelming surge of excitement at the praise from the older man. He felt that excitement bubble up in his muscled chest and he couldn’t resist letting out a loud, “Woof! Woof!” He even felt his bubblebutt jiggle as he wiggled his hips to and fro, unable to stop even when he became aware of the action.

Colin followed behind Viktor as he sauntered back into the locker room, focusing on how the older man’s meaty ass shifted with every step. He cock was fully erect in a matter of seconds and it took Colin a moment to realize that he was still down on all fours, following behind Viktor like some loyal dog.

Despite all of this, Colin felt zero sense of humiliation. In fact, he was surprised to find that he loved it. He basked in the warmth he felt when all of the other men in the locker room gawked at him crawling around like a dog, showing off all of his hard-earned muscled. And he especially loved it whenever some of them gave him pets. Even one of the scrawny ones scratched him behind the ear, and Colin felt himself roll over onto his back, presenting his rock hard abs and plump pecs. 

He let out a little whimper as he asked for belly rubs.

The scrawny gym-goer laughed as he gave in, rubbing Colin’s muscled chest playfully, eliciting howls of pleasure from the muscle stud.

“Such a good boy,” he said.