A New Delivery Service

Drawn

--- Originally posted on 2024-06-29 by breedertfs ---

I find myself getting drawn to your stories more and more often, it's scary! It's like I go into a trance anytime I'm horny and find my way to your blog

It’s almost like that’s my goal, bro.

All guys need a strong, masculine presence in their life. Someone who will guide them and mold them, and I can tell this is attracting you. Do you want someone to talk about what a big, powerful, bad mannered straight man you are? Did your parents fail to set you down the path that now excites you to no end? It’s not your fault, it’s not even theirs.

Sometimes, life isn’t able to give us the tools to become the men we want so badly to be. Maybe you’re a little heavier than the average, maybe you’re too delicate, but something in your upbringing has set you apart from the men that are making you shove your hand down your shorts, stroking your shaft to mental image of musk and muscle and douchebag behavior.

If it sounds so appealing, that’s because your deeper being is begging you to realize this is what you want. It makes you so hard, huh? When I describe a thin guy’s shoulders spreading outwards, broad and strong with bouncing pecs. Beefy arms, tree trunk legs, thick beards reeking of dried pussy juice. The men I specialize in are a special breed, the elite. Of course you’re attracted to them, of course your little brain goes fuzzy and dizzy when you start to jerk it to the idea of a fag becoming a conservative, straight man.

Your cock throbs in your hand, each jerk like a flash in your mind, urging you to look through the illusion you’ve created and see the truth. You get so turned on by these stories because you wish it would happen to you, as if these changes need any magic. Imagine a beautiful woman cupping her fat tits, her slender fingers squeezing her nipples, her body jiggling and shivering with pleasure.

If the idea of sliding your fat cock between her boobs excites you, thrusting until your seed coats her bimbo face, then I’m sorry to tell you, my friend: you’re a straight man. And your body, your former values, are clouding your former rationality and urging you to recognize the kind of man you should allow yourself to become. Just stop taking everything so seriously, allow your thoughts to slow, stop worrying about manners and woke views.

Just think about those huge tits, bro. Think about a squirting pussy, imagine your thick tongue sliding up and down her folds, plunging into her. Imagine your strong hands on her tiny waist, your own stubble on your chiseled jaw growing slick with sweat and juices. Lick your lip, listen to yourself growl, your voice is low and powerful and so demanding. This isn’t a story, this isn’t a wish gone wrong, this is a human male realizing how badly he wants to be a traditional man. No more holding in your farts or belches, no more caring about people’a opinions, no more seeing this woman as anything more than a sex toy to blow your load into. She’s not wife material, brah, but that doesn’t mean she’s not ready to be a mother. Women should know your place like you know yours.

Your bones crack and shift, your expression turns to a sneer, your smile is always so cocky. You are thick with muscle, a cloud of body odor lingering around your glorious muscles, and your fat nine incher is already oozing pre. This is the life you want, the version of you that you want so desperately to take the steering wheel. So let him, bro, let that lustful trance take you where you need to go. Hit the gym, change your political opinions, accept that your cock wants to be deep inside a warm, wet cunt.

Don’t wait for magic, my bro.

There’s nothing more magical than a man who knows his place: and you’re never going to forget where you stand. At the top of the ladder, biceps flexed and your grin smug. Lesser men will wish to be like you, fags are gonna jerk it to your pictures. You just focus on the finer things in life. Sports, cigars, letting your nasty habits be heard and smelled.

Like pulling that blonde bimbo closer, your huge cock thrusting inside her slick folds, her silicone filled tits jiggling from the force. She moans, and you echo the sound with a low growl. You’ll never need to stroke your cock again to my stories — knowing you’ll never run out of fresh, tight pussy to ruin.

Let the trance win, brother. Let the better version of you free.

Boxered Into a Promotion

(Hi Bros, Im sorry about the delay. The 1k special is still in the works but here’s a great story I’ve been working on with my friend @rozza22365. Honestly couldn’t have finished it without him. If you haven’t checked out his stories make sure you do, as they are one of the hottest tf stories on tumblr)

Tim had just started his new internship as a business analyst at Box Menswear. He wasn’t the happiest to be interning at a gym wear company but it was the only internship offer he got this summer, and he knew he needed some experience before finishing school and entering the workforce.

The first few weeks at the internship consisted of getting to know everyone and all the departments. Tim felt out of place. While everyone was smart they did consist of this frat bro type of guys and the only girls were the ones that worked in the marketing department. One day while Tim was working in his cubicle, Jessica the marketing head came up to him.

“Hi, Tim! It’s Jessica from Marketing.” Jessica said in an upbeat fashion typical of the marketing girls

“Oh hi Jessica, what brings you to this side of the office”

“Well! We just got news from the exec team that we will be opening a new store in Miami and we decided to invite one of our interns to the grand opening. We drew names and boom you were the lucky one!”

“Oh um… thank you Jessica, but I don’t know, I really don’t have the money”

“Oh don’t worry about that Tim! The trip is all paid for by the company. We see a lot of potential in you and would love for you to come. Of course, you would be accompanied by me as your guide and you’ll see how we launch our store. We fly out of JFK on Friday at 8 am. See you then!"

Tim wasn’t able to get a word out before Jessica walked away back to the marketing floor. Tim realized that he didn’t want to make a bad impression with the company so he decided he would suck it up and go on the trip.

Friday came around and Tim got to the airport. The company ordered him a complimentary taxi to the airport. As he got out and saw Jessica standing in the private wing of the airport talking on the phone. As she spots Tim she quickly hangs up and waves at him to come over.

“Wow, Jessica I’ve never been to this part of JFK,”

“Haha! Most people haven’t, this is where company jets tend to fly out so we don’t have to worry about other people,”

After waiting a bit for the plane to fuel up and load Tim and Jessica's luggage, they head out to the boarding area. The inside of the plane was small but lavish, having white leather chairs and black tables.

Tim’s eyes widen at the luxury of the interior. Jessica noticed and just smiled as they got settled in for the journey.

As they finally got in the air the stewardess walked up to the two and asked if they wanted a drink. As she brought back the two drinks she first gave the drink to Jessica then reached back to her cart and was about to hand Tim his drink.

“So Tim, just before you settle down, I need you to do something,” asked Jessica.

“Yeah,” Tim replied. Jessica pulled out a small box with some neatly folded black briefs.

“Not only are we opening a new store but we will be announcing some new male underwear, and journalists can get quite chatty, even with something as minor as this. I need you to try them on, tell me everything you think about it, preferably the good aspects,” she said.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tim replied again, hastily grabbing the box. The only place with any privacy was the toilet.

Tim made his way to the back of the jet and entered the toilet. The interior was similar to the rest of the plane but with wooden accents. As he walked inside he didn’t notice the bathroom automatically locked behind him. He began undressing, starting with his shoes, then trousers and finally his underwear. He pulled the black briefs up his legs taking in anything unique to them. He stretched them out to see how easy to wear and resilient they were, before letting go and letting them slap against his waist. As far as he could tell they were pretty standard briefs, but he needed to come up with something, so stood there pondering on anything he could think up.

“SUBJECT HAS ENTERED…. PROCEEDING TO SCAN BODY” Tim was freaked out by the voice as a red light started to scan the room beginning from top to light. “SUBJECT FOUND IN COMPANY DATABASE…. Tim Crawford…. Age 23… student intern in business analytics department… ” Tim was starting to panic now as a robotic arm came down from the ceiling,

“SUBJECT TIM IS IN POSSESSION OF DNA BRIEFS… scanning briefs for DNA package… package found…analyzing…” The voice continued, ignoring Tims's pleas as it scanned a secret barcode on the briefs. Tim was about to cry and ask about what was happening, but the robotic voice cared little for his suffering. “DNA PACKAGE DANIEL THOMPSON… activate package and begin conversion…”

As Tim continues to hear the robotic voice speak he tries to open the door but to no avail. “THE DOOR HAS BEEN LOCKED FOR YOUR SAFETY…. PLEASE BACK AWAY” ordered the voice. But he continued anyway, even screaming for help for someone to get him. Of course, Jessica was hearing every part but she wasn't going to help.

The voice continued to repeat to Tim to step away from the door… until it stopped, but only for a second. “ SUBJECT IS UNRESPONSIVE TO COMMANDS…. RESTRAINTS INITIATED”. Out of nowhere tentacle-like robotic arms came out from the walls and wrapped themselves around Tim, hoisting him up in the air. “Ahhhh stop this!!! HELP!” Tim continues screaming but with no response from the outside.

“OUTER GARMENT REMOVAL INITIATED” additional arms with claw attachments of the end come out of the walls ripping off Tim's suit and leaving him almost naked in the middle of the restroom, only the black briefs remained and they felt tight. Tim's typical nerdy build was exposed. Skinny and pale with some acne throughout his body. His cock was just below average and wasn’t really proud of it.

“STAGE 1: SKIN PIGMENT…..currently 0%…. Updating to 60%…” as the voice finishes Tim notices Panels on the wall start to turn around revealing long fluorescent light bulbs similar to those in tanning beds. As they all turn on he feels a sharp burning pain on his skin, causing him to scream. In the background of his screaming, he hears the faint robotic voice counting up from 0%…. 1%…. 5%…..13%. This continues for a few more minutes as Tim continues to scream in pain until the voice reaches 60%. The lights then shut down and turn back into the wall. In the corner of Tim’s eye, Tim notices the paleness from his skin had been burnt out, leaving a rosier and healthier colour in its place.

STAGE 2: BODY ODOR AND HAIR… THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS MINIMAL BODY HAIR AND ODOR… CHANGE COMMENCING” As the robotic voice finished, two new arms appeared but this time with what seemed like two aerosol canisters attached to the end. Before Tim could even react, the cans unleashed perfume all over his body. Tim coughing through the spray made out a few words “wait this smells familiar…” and then it clicked this was the same scent box menswear produced for their body spray “Alpha” it smelled like a mixture of a locker room musk and a cheap men’s fragrance. He always hated how the models would be wearing it during the product photo shoots. As the arms continued to spray his body, Tim didn’t notice that the genetic structures of his sweat glands were being forcibly changed as the chemicals from the gas started to penetrate and merge. No matter how much he showered or cleaned, the perfume fragrance would be a permanent aura around him. As the procedure came to an end, Tim could still smell the scent of Alpha lingering on his skin.

Out of nowhere, two more arms appeared with a stick of deodorant that looked the same. It moved quickly and applied the body odour to his armpits. As the slimy texture from the deodorant finished seeping into his skin and a tickling feeling arose in his pits as dark black hairs started to protrude out, blotting out any blonde hairs he had. As he looked down still restrained from the tentacles he noticed the large bushes on either side of his underarms, additionally, he got a whiff of the alpha scent coming from them even stronger than before. Deep down he knew even with his arms down the hairs would stick out of his sides.

STAGE 3: MUSCLES MASS…. THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS 10% MUSCLE MASS….. INCREASING DENSITY BY 98%......

“Please help! Stop this…” Tim pleaded. As he finished screaming for help, more arms and tubes came out of the wall. The first one latched onto Tims's mouth, before extending a tube down his mouth and into his stomach. Tim could barely make a noise as the muscles in and around his mouth had been subdued. The other arms contained syringes full of some liquid. They positioned themselves around Tim’s body, at strategic points before launching simultaneously and injecting him. Tim would scream if he could but all he could do was gurgle endlessly. Two more arms came out but this time two suction cups were attached at the end of them. Tim looked at them and thought about what they could possibly be doing until they launched towards his pecs. The two suction cups locked onto Tim's nipples as they settled onto them, stinging them slightly. Tim heard a noise from one of the walls as a whitish-brown liquid started to come down the feeding tube. Tim continued to try to scream and squirmish to take out the tube. Some disgusting liquidated food poured down the tube endlessly. Tim squirmed as he saw it pass sight and go straight down into his stomach where it finished. Then the syringes effortlessly squeezed the liquids in them into his body forcing it to absorb the chemicals. Finally, the two suction cups vibrated as they sucked away at his nipples, causing Tim to moan pleasurably.

As the chemicals settled in his body, the food continuously fed into him and the cup vibrated, Tim's body began to grow unnaturally. Firstly came his biceps which inflate into footballs, followed by his legs growing so much that they were able to crush a watermelon between them with ease. Of course, with his legs growing his feet expanded from a small size 7 to a hefty size 13. Tim continued to try and yell, but the tube continued to chug, feeding his expanding body. The muscles continued to move throughout his body as 8 slabs popped out of his abdomen, a perfected set of washboard abs. Tim moaned as the vibrating cups became more intense, almost as they pulled out his pecs outwards building two huge shelves that will certainly stretch out any shirt he wears from now on. His nipples became so hard and pointy, that no shirt would conceal them.

“MUSCLE GROWTH FINALIZED……” The machine said as all the tubes and needles reverted back into the wall leaving Tim there hanging from the original four arms.

“Pl…please… I don't know how much I can take…. Stop” Tim said pleading

“PHYSICAL CHANGES AT 85%... Proceed with IMPLANTATION OF DANIELS MENTAL STATE… 3…2…1…”

The mirror in front of Tim then changed to a screen. A spiral popped up and Tim’s eyes were forced to stare into the abyss as the spirals got deeper and deeper. Tim’s mind was becoming dull, his thinking slowed down and he could barely piece together simple thoughts. All he knew was the spiral in front of him. As it went on he swore he could see images and small scenes flying out of the screen, but this was just part of the illusion. Foreign thoughts now began invading his mind. His new body was just his body, it needed to be maintained through dieting and working out. He worked at Box menswear but not as an intern, he was a spokesperson. His name wasn’t Tim anymore, It was Daniel Thompson but everyone called him Danny.

“IMPLANTING DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE… at 10%... 50%... BEGIN FACIAL GROOMING PROCEDURES” the voice screeched again. Tim was absorbed into the spirals, his mind emptying itself of its memories as Danny’s memories were planted in their place, slowly taking over.

Arms yet again appeared from the walls, this time they were there to fix up Tim’s ungroomed hair. One of the arms had another unnamed canister full of perfume. This canister sprayed a musky perfume across his face, Tim was still unphased by this or the itching that followed as a great chinstrap snapped its way across his face making him look more manly, while his blonde eyebrows grew thicker in size and turned dark brown. Another arm possessed a trimmer and while another complimented it with a pair of scissors. These two got to work shortening his hair down, fading the sides into the top while cutting the top down into a short wavy style. It was then finished off with a spray and the blonde hair turned dark brown as well.

GROOMING 100% COMPLETE… IMPLANTATION OF DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE AT… 85%

Daniel knew these thoughts were wrong and held on, trying to fight them. But his mind was so dull and inactive, that he couldn’t do much but let them in unfiltered. Surprisingly though, the thoughts weren’t taking hold at first. They were melting into his defenceless brain, but Tim felt unphased by any of them.

“DANIELS MENTAL CAPABILITIES AND STATE 100% IMPLANTED… MOVING ON…” Daniel sighed relief as the spirals vanished in front of him and his mind came too. He began wondering and panicking about what to do and how to get out of here.

“SUBJECT SHOWS INADEQUATE REPRODUCTIVE SIZE……. PROCEEDING TO INCREASE” Soon a new arm came out of the wall this time with some sort of tube connected at the end of it….. It almost looked like those pocket pussys….. The boxers came down and the chub of his dick was left exposed. The tube then launched out sucking up his flaccid penis. “AH, WHAT THE FUCK” Daniel yelled. The machine started to suck on his cock “uhhhh wa..wait …UHHH stop” Tim could barely get words as the machine continued to suck on his dick. What he couldn't see happening was the more the machine sucked the more his cock would grow.

“SUBJECT IS REACHING COMPANY STANDARD SIZE……. 10 INCHES FOR BOX MODELS,” The machine said as Daniel continued to moan.

“SUBJECT WILL REQUIRE FURTHER MENTAL STIMULATION… subject Tim is registered as homosexual… Daniel is required as heterosexual…” The voice went on. ‘That can’t be right, who’s Tim? I’m definitely Daniel and I’m 100% Gay?’ Daniel thought as he began to realise what was happening to him, the mental effects were lurking inside him, simply waiting to be activated. He couldn’t remember anything from before but he needed to resist whatever came next.

The mirror changed again, this time, however, there was no spiral. Instead scenes of hot models with thin bodies, their tits becoming exposed and the models playing with them. Daniel resisted as well as he could, but his dick was being forced to erect itself as the machine vibrated with intensity. Eventually, a guy joins the models and starts fucking them in all kinds of positions. Daniel tries to focus on him, keeping himself attracted to the man, but instead, he finds his mind wandering to the lures of fucking and breeding chicks, being an absolute womanizer and showing off his body to get them.

Daniel resists as much as he can, but he’s barely aware that his dick is now at full mast and leaking pre-cum. However, to his relief, as the first drop is released, the machine vanishes back into the wall.

“DNA CONVERSION COMPLETE… RELEASING SUBJECT…” The voice said before all the arms restraining vanished as if they had never been there. Daniel pulled up his pants, imprisoning his jackhammer, his pride. He still had no clothes but he needed to find out what was happening. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

“WOW… The machine worked wonders on you…” wafted Jessica’s voice, squeezing out a high level of arrogance. Daniel turned to see her lying, stretched out on the luxury sofa. She was now wearing something far more skimpy. Daniel approached, hoping to get answers, but as he did his crotch began stirring. He rushed his hands over to rectify the issue but his eyes were thoroughly fixated on Jessica.

“OH don’t worry about that, come over Danny boy, Let me take care of it for you,” she said seductively. Daniel wanted to respond with a retort or a question. However, he found his body rushing with arrogance and cockiness, something wasn’t right.

“Oh, you can definitely take care of it, Jess,” he cooed back to her. His hands pulled down the boxers and let his crotch flop out. All fear, anger or questioning he had vanished, now replaced with arrogance and horniness. The memories that had been implanted in his mind were coming to fruition. He was Danny, he was a spokesperson for the company, he loved to, and needed to work out daily to make sure he kept in shape for his job.

“Looks like everything's coming too,” She said as Danny overshadowed her. The implanted memories were forming the full picture. The heterosexual desires implanted had full reigns over him, focusing him on the chick right in front of him. His dick was raging, eager to fuck and so was Danny now.

“The fuck you on about? Let’s just get down to it,” he demanded, as he jumped down next to her.

Jessica was about to reply but Danny went in for the kill. He took her lips and made out with her, pushing her back down to the side as he rearranged them both, positioning himself on top. Danny took no time in preparation, to him he had fucked 1000s of chicks before and this was no exception. His dick found its way to her hole, and Danny fucked her hard, taking his time to savour the pleasure, all while making out with her. Danny was so horny and he felt good to release and give in to his new pleasure, but he could feel the pleasure building up and slowly sliding its way down to his tip.

“Oh fuck… here it comes!!” he moaned as his tip exploded with his massive load. His seed being sent deep inside her.

“Fuck that was good,” she said.

“Approaching landing zone soon, finish up and get ready for landing in twenty minutes,” came the pilot via the speaker.

“You need to get ready, Danny. Go get some clothes and snap a pic or two for social media," said Jessica.

Danny got up to get his boxer briefs and then went to get some clothes. His mind had settled. He was Danny, the new spokesperson for BOX MENSWEAR. As he put on a white t-shirt and some gym shorts he caught himself in the mirror and couldn’t resist a chance to show off to the fans.

Player Of The Month

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It did not take long.

Jake got a notification saying he'd been chosen as the Player of the Month from the server he's been playing on for months now. He was very excited about this as he's never got any in-game title like that before.

He clicked on the notification and scrolled through all the buzzwords to see what rewards he would be getting. Weirdly, there was no mention of any items, upgrades or other perks. Instead there was a button. "Brand new personalized experience".

Jack eagerly clicked the button, the only option avaliable to him. At first nothing happened and he just assumed the game was loading some new assests which would probably take some time.

Suddenly he felt some buzzing in his head, followed by a sharp pain and a feeling as if his headset was tightening around his head. He was paralyzed by this for a moment, his mind completely losing track of what was happening with his body as it was experiencing sudden sensory overload.

And then he was back in the game, but something was different. He was transported to Iron Gym, a locaton on the opposite side of the map from he was just a minute ago. He looked down and saw that his avatar had changed completely. He tried to access his character menu to see what had happened but he couldn't, so he walked up to a mirror.

In in he saw someone completely different. A young dude, clearly muscular, wearing a backwards cap and a pair of tight compression shorts. He looked like a gym bro! Not only that, he looked pretty similiar to the NPCs that populated this area of the game world, which Jake found very strange. Something went wrong here.

Wait, where was his headset? Jake put his hands on his face, but couldn't find the bulky gear he had to wear to play. What was going on?

A player came up to Jake and chose the option to initiate the conversation.

Jake #27AD0019 turned around to face Player#A97F4. His eyes flashed red, showing he was now in interaction mode.

"ey dude, ya got any issue with me bruh?" he asked, an arrogant streak in his voice. He then waited for the player to choose a response form the dialog tree, entering one of his idling animations, moving slightly from left to right and flexing his bare chest.

"Damn, that's a new one, didn't see this character before here" the player muttered to himself, clearly intrigued by the sudden appearance of a new NPC. He then chose a response.

"No, I just noticed you're a regular here and you seem to be doing pretty good, so I wanted to say hi."

#27AD0019's changed his attitude from annoyed and arrogant to proud and cocky. A new animation was triggered by the player's response, making him flash his teeth in a cocky smile, then flex his arms in a double biceps pose.

"hell yeah bruh, am the top dawg here dude"

The player focused on the NPC's muscular arms, while the character kept them in a flexed position up in the air. Player#A97F4 was starting to enjoy the conversation and knew exactly what dialog option he would choose.

"I see, you clearly work out every day. Your form is very impressive."

This prompted another few animations, in which #27AD0019 flexed his arms, chest and legs, showing off his muscles to the player.

"fuck yeah bro! i lift, like, all day dude, gotta work for guns like this bro huhuhuhuhuhuh" He let out a low, dumb laugh. The player grinned as he saw one of the potential responses he had avaliable.

"So not much happening in your life except the gym, right?"

A few calculations happened int he background that determined whether the NPC would respond positively or with anger. The result then took into account the character's intelligence statistic - 3/10. This gave the player the exact result he was looking for.

"huhuhuh yeah dude, am a real gym bro dude, ain't nothin' more important that liftin' bro. head empty, just gains huhuhuhuhuh" The answer triggered another loop of flexing animations.

#27AD0019 was going to be a very popular NPC.

Roommate Needed One

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The shelves of the university library pressed in close around my lonely little desk. I had been studying all morning for my exam that afternoon. This week had been busier than usual but I was a dedicated student, and knew that if I studied hard enough, everything would work out fine. I shifted my pile of books around and noticed a small piece of paper fall to the floor and land next to my feet. Out of curiosity, I picked it up. On one side was an address: 914 North Mayfield Street and on the other was a picture of a college aged man. He was clearly an athlete or part of some frat house. The address was on "Greek" street, so I assumed it was some lame invite to a party. But instead the card said, "Roommate Needed."

I put the card in my pocket and as I did felt my cock stir and harden. "That's weird," I whispered to myself. "Guess I've studied so long that I've gotten horny for some guy!" I tried to laugh it off, but my boner was getting bigger and forced me to readjust my underwear. I looked around the library to make sure no one was watching and then plunged my hand into my pants to straighten things out. What I felt was a package I never remembered having before. I glanced down and noticed that I was wearing tight-fitting black boxer briefs, a pair that I knew I hadn't put on that morning, much less ever owned. I unbuttoned my jeans to make room and in the process untucked my shirt and lifted it up a bit. Beneath was a toned six pack of abs.

Out of shock, I stood up and pulled my shirt up further. My chest and arms began pressing against the fabric of my button-up plaid shirt. I quickly unbuttoned it and pulled it over my head. Instead of the plain white t-shirt I normally wore, was a sporty black tank top. I flexed my arms in disbelief and saw the thick muscle tightening. Underneath the shirt, my skin had smoothed out, as if I had shaved my chest and tanned regularly. I pulled off my jeans, which were uncomfortably tight on my new thighs.

"I can't leave the library in my boxers," I thought to myself as I began rummaging through my bag. Although I couldn't remember packing them, I found a pair of black athletic shorts and a baseball cap. I put the hat on first, but turned it backwards after it felt awkward the other way. In the pocket of the shorts I found a silver necklace and a pair of sunglasses. Instinctively, I put my glasses on and snapped the small chain in place.

"Shit! I'm late for exam," I shouted as I gathered up my books. I left the library and walked down the street. Within a few minutes, I forgot where I was going, remember that I never went to class in the afternoon anyway, and found myself turning onto North Mayfield Street. With every step, I felt closer to home.

When I walked up the rickety steps covered in empty bottles and red solo cups, I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door. The beat up couch on the front porch reminded me of dozen of late night parties and game day celebrations. I tossed my bag in my room and headed into the kitchen. When I looked in the mirror, the face seemed familiar, like something I had seen in an advertisement. But who was I kidding, that would be ridiculous ... right?

Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

Roommate Needed Three

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I never expected to get a call so soon after losing my bike. Theft on campus was always a problem, and even though I had bought the best lock, my bike had disappeared a few days ago. I posted the theft online and reported it to the police. The man on the phone said the bike showed up behind their house and didn't belong to anyone in the area. He assumed the thief was stashing it there, so I should come as soon as possible to confirm that it was mine.

Two guys were waiting on the porch, both shirtless, and both with a bottle of beer in hand. "Hey man. I'm Chris and this is Joey. Glad you could make it."

Joey set his empty bottle onto the railing and reached for another. He offered to get me one, but I refused. These kind of guys always intimidated me. I was just a scrawny Freshmen and one look at these two guys and their jacked bodies made me want to leave, with or without my bike. "No problem dude," said Joey. He slapped me on the back and gave me a huge smile. At that moment, I felt my cock stiffen and then relax.

"You said your bike was red, right?" said Chris as he walked down the stairs and headed around the house.

"Yeah. A red Trek," I answered.

"Are you sure?" he replied, with a surprised expression. "Well ... I guess I'm not positive," I answered, starting to doubt myself.

"Well. Your ad said it was a red motorcycle. A Kawasaki." Chris pulled out a piece of paper and showed me. My name and address was clearly printed beneath the picture.

"Right, of course," I blurted out, growing more confused. We walked into an old shed and Joey rolled the bike out onto the yard.

"How 'bout you just take it for a spin," he offered, "You'll remember it better if you give it a ride first."

"Sure thing," I replied. I couldn't remember ever riding a motorcycle before, but somehow I instinctively swung my leg over the seat and started it on the first try. The engine purred and sent vibrations through my body. I sped out of the yard and onto the street. As I accelerated, it felt as if my pants and shirt were tightening.

"It's just the wind," I told myself.

As I shifted gears and turned the corner on the block, I felt myself ease into the seat a bit. The bike felt right to me, like I had ridden it for years. On the last corner, I started feeling a bit cold and looked down and realized that my shirt had somehow disappeared. What appeared beneath it was a smooth, muscular chest, and a chiseled six-pack.

I turned into the driveway of the house. Joey called out, "Welcome back, bro!"

As I walked up the steps, Chris handed me a bottle of beer. I twisted off the cap and sat down on the couch next to Joey.

"Did I miss anything?" I asked.

"Not much, just some Freshie looking for his bike," said Joey.

"Oh, well hope he finds it."

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What You Desire: Poll Story

Personality Change. Masculine - Hairy, Dirty, Daddy. Straight to Gay. Mental Change - IQ Loss. Nerd to Jock. Muscle Growth. Race Change: Latino. Himbo TF. Changed By: Clothing/Wish Gone Wrong.

Hope y’all enjoy! More stories coming soon.

( update after the flagging issue: thank you for your patience! i reposted every image by itself to find the culprits, and i even found two variants to make up for taking them out. we should be good to go!! )

It had started off innocent. As innocent as stealing the college quarterback’s sweaty jockstrap could possibly be.

I know how it seems, but Nathan here isn’t a pervert. He doesn’t even like guys, let alone the toxic fumes that the jocks around campus seem to produce. So if you’re thinking that he stole Miguel Vega’s underwear to sniff the piss and cum-stained glory in private, you’ve got it all wrong.

If we’re being entirely honest, Nathan has always admired the jocks - in some quiet way that he’s never been able to put into words. As obnoxious as they are, always making vulgar jokes and putting fitness over their education, one fact remains true. They always get the girl.

For all their belching and farting, smashing their heads together on the football field day in and day out, Nathan can’t deny that the jocks seem to have it all figured out. They’re the big guys on campus, always surrounded by friends and bringing a new girl back to their rooms each night. And Miguel is the top dog, the boss man, the undisputed king.

As much as Nathan wants to be happy with his life, with his good grades and bright future and the strong friendships that he’s built with his teachers, well… he can’t help being envious of the other side. It’s lonely being a nerd. Only a few friends to call his own, invited to even fewer parties. Zero girls.

Maybe that frustrated horniness is what made him steal Miguel’s jockstrap. He had been helping the janitors clean out the football locker room, hoping to add some volunteer hours to his already shining resume, and then there they were, Abandoned under a bench and reeking even from a distance. The straps were strained and the pouch was stretched. Only the biggest cock could pull that off.

He grimaced as he stuffed them into the inside pocket of his hoodie without thinking, grateful for the gloves on his hands. He instantly felt dirty, the damp heat radiating against the side of his stomach, the raw smell already wafting up to his nose. He zipped up his hoodie and got back to work, but the whole time he was thinking of Miguel’s girlfriend, Cindy The head cheerleader, of course.

Nathan couldn’t help but to wonder - was Cindy attracted to Miguel’s musk? The combined force of sweat, testosterone, and gas was only making his eyes water, but his dick started to chub up when he imagined Cindy breathing in the scent of Miguel’s armpits, licking his biceps clean. That’s the kind of girlfriend he wanted. Someone wild and freaky; someone who would worship every inch of him.

But he wasn’t Miguel Vega. He was thin and tall, happy to wear his prescription glasses and button up shirts. He was Clark Kent without the alter ego, forever living his life as a shy, awkward nerd. Nathan wanted more. As much as it frightened him, he longed for Miguel’s life. To be carefree and popular, to have a body that made people want him, to have a girl like Cindy riding his cock.

That night, he stripped off his clothes and held the jockstrap in his bare hands. His features looked uncomfortable in the mirror, and for a moment he considered stopping. This was ridiculous, and gross, and he was losing himself in the fantasy. He was always going to be a nerd. He would always be forgotten, and he’d never get the girl. But he couldn’t stop… he wanted more.

All he wanted was a visual reminder of the goal he was about to set for himself, a way of looking himself in his blue eyes and telling himself that one day he could have what Miguel had. He slid the jockstrap over his long, pale legs, shivering as the sweat helped them to glide along his skin. The stretched fabric drooped on his waist, so he held it in place with a shy smile.

He stared at himself for a long while, taking in his average looks and timid personality, only to glance down and see Miguel’s jockstrap on his slender body. Breathing in the rank scent of him, letting himself imagine that it was his own. Pretending like one day his body could swell to fill the fabric, that his cock could support the large pouch. That a girl could place herself between his legs and breathe him in. Nathan’s musk. Not Miguel’s.

Nathan opened his eyes with a euphoric smile, making a promise to himself to start working out, to put less pressure on himself in his classes, to learn how to talk to girls. “I wish I was worthy of wearing these,” he whispered to himself as his fingers hooked around the straps, thrusting his hips into the soiled underwear. “I will be.”

For a moment, he imagined Miguel’s reflection staring back at him in the mirror. That’s the kind of guy he was going to become. A stud, a superstar, a king. A real pussy hound. He knew it was silly, thinking he could go from being himself to being anything like Miguel, but he had to let himself believe. It would be a long road to become worthy of wearing the star quarterback’s jockstrap.

“I wish it could happen sooner.”

And that’s when he yelped in pain, breaking free from his imagination and glancing down at the jockstrap constricting around his waist. It seemed to vibrate with life, sliding its wet fabric along his cock shaft and causing him to moan. Out of nowhere the loose underwear had become snug on him, grinding itself against him in an impossible way.

He cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to swallow down his moans, trying to ignore the energy that was swelling inside of him. “You’ll be worthy of me,” an unfamiliar voice purred in his mind, making him glance around the room in fear. “Look down at your new master.” He lowered his gaze to jockstrap, shining with a blue light, still working its sweaty fabric along his cock.

“You’ll be a stud.” Nathan gasped in pleasure, knees buckling as he crashed to the floor. The energy inside of him swelled to the surface, and he watched in shock as his body began to inflate with thick muscle. His chest ballooned out into a perky pair of pecs, his stomach became broad and firm, even his waist began to spread out, stretching the shrunken jockstrap back to its former size.

And then it kept stretching, his legs becoming massive tree trunks, his hands still pawing at his crotch. Even as his fingers became thick and meaty, his biceps swelling until they rubbed against his bloated chest. He could feel the cold floor against his ass, but even that was slowly swallowed by muscle and fat, lifting him up higher. “You think Miguel was worthy of me? I want a man.”

Nathan tried to steady himself, but his new body felt foreign and strange. Everything was rubbing against something, causing his body to keep shaking in pleasure. Even as the itching started, he couldn’t stop himself from rolling onto his stomach, thrusting against the air as dark, wiry hair broke through the surface of his skin. It spread everywhere that he could see, and where he couldn’t, he could feel the warmth of the hair sprouting into forests. He touched his sensitive nipples, piercings and tattoos manifesting out of nowhere.

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Inside the jockstrap, he felt his lengthening cock throb against the thick bush around it, and he could feel the hairs thickening beneath his arms and on his chest. It was everywhere. His ass, his face, a stinging kind of pleasure that made him let out a howl of pain and euphoria. “A grown man. The only thing Miguel had going for him was his race.”

Nathan lifted his hands to his now bearded face, still shivering in pleasure and watching as they became weathered and worn, darkening with a tan from many years out in the sun… and then darkening further, watching the complexion drip down his arms and move across his chest, over his body in waves and up past his throat. He could only imagine what was becoming of him. He knew what he was becoming.

He moved his eyes to the mirror again, seeing the last of this new change as his new beard connected with his ginger hair, staining it black as the curls became thicker and glossier, his whole body shining with sweat and dark hair, looking like he’d lived his entire life under the sun. He was glorious, and handsomely matured, the pinnacle of Latino sexiness. “You’ll be a superstar. I want sweat, and filth, and I want you to want it, too.”

There was a flash of blue light, and then something moved beneath Nathan. He looked down in shock, then at his surroundings, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly straddling another man in a room he couldn’t recognize. He felt his dick become softer, trying to remove himself from this unknown hunk, before the horny man tightened his grasp on Nathan’s waist. He smiled so sexily.

The voice came from inside his head again.

“I want men, Nathan. You want them, too. My whole existence is worshipping cock.” Nathan felt his features shift with anxiety, feeling himself come to the surface for the first time. It had been so easy to lose himself in the pleasure, enjoying every moment of what the jockstrap was making him become, but now he was afraid. He didn’t want this. He wanted to be on top of a woman, feeling her squirm beneath him. Not this meathead.

“Your whole existence is worshipping cock.”

Then his mind snapped, and he let his lust take control. The stranger cried out in pleasure as Nathan lifted the guy’s leg to get easier access to his ripe asshole. He lowered the waistband of his jockstrap and wasted no time plowing the stud on his king sized bed. “Cum on me,” he spoke in accented English, unable to take his eyes off the younger man’s cock. “Cover me with it. Please.”

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“And don’t forget worshipping pits. Ass. Anything sweaty. That’s what you and I are built for, after all.”

Nathan didn’t hesitate, still thrusting his cock in and out of the sweaty asshole as he leaned down, shoving his face into the nearest armpit. His large tongue started licking up the sweet taste, shoving his nose and entire face into the glorious warmth, making the stranger cry out in ecstasy.

“Don’t you feel like a king now? Don’t you feel worthy of me?” But Nathan couldn’t even think of a reply, he couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t a thick cock, or a man’s sweaty body. He only wanted to be used, to be worshipped, to worship in return. “I am a man. A superstar. A king.” With a shock, he recognized the deep, accented baritone in his head as his own voice. His new voice. He had been listening to himself speak the entire time.

His jockstrap started squirming again, but he ignored the feeling. He felt like a jockstrap in human form now, made to devour cock and suck up sweat, bringing home a new man each and every night, never washing the scent of them out of his beard or off his body, always reeking and stained and loving every fucking minute of it.

He started doing porn under the screen name miguelsjockstrap69, though he never introduced himself with that name. He went by Rodrigo Royale in person, a real himbo of a man that had the gay community wrapped around his thick, smelly finger. His videos were the filthiest, and he had no standards. If you had a cock, he wanted to explore every inch of it.

“So, like, who is Miguel?” his conquests would sometimes ask after filling themselves up on his pit stink, and he’d chuckle to himself and flex his huge biceps for them to worship. “Nobody important. Just an old friend.” He was a man Miguel could only dream of becoming. A stud. A superstar. A king.

Funnily enough, he had a strange habit of calling his worn out, stained yellow jockstrap Nathan - not that his hook ups or fans cared, they thought it was hot. He was always wearing that jockstrap. Getting a chance to get between Rodrigo’s legs and sniff Nathan was worth every penny, and they both loved to please. Sometimes you could even see the underwear squirming in excitement.

Maybe fear.

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“Yeah, Nathan,” Rodrigo purred in private. “You’re worthy of me now.”

Roommate Needed 7

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The barrista across the counter looked annoyed with me as I mumbled my way through my order.

"Um ... I'll have the ... uh ... a medium caramel latte."

"What kind of milk?" she asked, but before I could mutter an answer she continued, clearly anticipating my next question. "We have whole, 2%, skim, or soy."

"Whole milk, I guess."

"What's your name?"

"Um ... oh, right ... um ... Elliot"

She gave me a sour look at started working on my drink. She had a few other orders to make, so it would be a little bit of a wait. I suddenly realized that I really had to go to the bathroom and figured my drink would be ready by the time I got back. The coffee shop was pretty full with people, many of them staring into their computer screens or down at their books. No one seemed to notice me as I walked past.

I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. It was a small room, unisex, with a toilet in the corner, a few hooks for clothes or a backpack, a sink, and a mirror. I hung up my bag and saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair hung down over my eyes, touching the frame of my glass and darkening my pale face and watery eyes. My thin arms hung weakly at my side.

On the edge of the sink, I noticed a pair of sunglasses. I picked them up, thinking I would give them to the store manager for the lost and found. But as soon as I touched them, I felt the urge to try them on, just for a second. I had always worn glasses because I had terrible eyesight, so I never had the chance to wear sunglasses very often. I took off my glasses and saw my reflection become blurry in the mirror.

"What's the use," I thought to myself. "I won't really see how I look in them anyway ... I would need my real glasses."

But, as soon as I put on the dark shades, the reflection in the mirror transformed. Through the lenses, I saw the image of a muscular body, perfectly clear. I pulled off the glasses and the world brightened and blurred. I squinted at my reflection and saw that my shirt was unbuttoned. When I put the shades back on, I saw the image again, but this time noticed the tattoos covering his arms and chest. I looked down at my arms and saw that the same tattoos were winding their way up from my wrists, slowly covering my pale skin. This time when I looked at my reflection, I could see myself clearly, as if I no longer needed my glasses. I quickly pulled off my shirt and watched as the tattoos advanced onto my biceps and down my back. I put the shades on again, looked into the mirror and saw that stubble was bristling on my chin.

"This can't be real," I said to myself. I could never grow facial hair. "This must all be some optical illusion."

But, I rubbed my hand against my chin and felt the rough texture. I tipped the glasses down, expecting to see my body transform back into its original, pale and thin version. But the image stayed the same, only the light had changed back to the bright white of the room. I started flexing, watching my muscles tighten and bulge in the mirror. My chest was smooth and tan, clearly shaven and waxed. But at the base of my chiseled abs was a line of hair leading to my crotch.

I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down. There I found my manhood bursting out of a tight pair of sports underwear. I guided my erection into the sink and thrust towards my reflection. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beautiful face and body in front of me. Was this really me? Was this really my body I was pleasuring? With every stroke I felt my mind relaxing into its new self. I was forgetting ... no ... I was remembering. With a final thrust, a hot stream of cum shot into the sink.

I backed away from sink, pleased with my new body. In my backpack, I found a white tank top and a plaid shirt to replace the one I had thrown on the ground. I changed into my new clothes and headed back out into the cafe.

As soon as I reached the counter, I heard the barrista call out a drink. She looked me straight, then scanned up and down, lingering a moment on my crotch, and then blushed as she said, "Medium raspberry mango protein shake for Mark."

I walked up to the counter, smiled a bit, watched the barrista blush even more, grabbed my shake and walked out the door, not wanting to be late for my lifting session with my roommates. They would be waiting for me at the gym.

Were-Stud

It had all started a few months ago. Isaac had been walking home late at night taking a shortcut through the poorly illuminated local park. Suddenly a series of deep screams and shouts rang out through the night air, stopping him in his tracks. Isaac moved forward, believing it to be the antics of some drunk men nearby. But another set of yells boomed out, closer this time. He walked faster, through the dark park only to see the figure of a man hunched on the ground in the distance.

Concerned for himself and the man, Isaac nervously approached, “E-excuse me? Are you okay?”

Isaac got close enough that the light of the full moon revealed the man to be naked, panting on all fours. “What the hell?” he whispered to himself.

The man slowly stumbled to his feet, unveiling his imposing height and muscular frame. Isaac looked on stunned at the sight of this naked specimen of virility standing mere feet away from him. Tattered clothing hung from the man’s thick, hairy limbs. The man’s chiseled, bearded face oozed masculinity, his eyes tinged with fear and lust. Most eye-catching of all was the enormous, hard cock jutting out from a pair of ruined shorts, surrounded by a nest of dark pubes.

Isaac braced himself as the man seemed to come to his senses and dashed forward. “P-please, get away!” the man yelled as he pushed Isaac out of the way and ran. Isaac tumbled to the ground and the man span back around, realizing how hard he’d pushed the scrawny twenty-eight-year-old. Terrified, the man looked on at Isaac pushing himself off the ground, and continued his sprint away, disappearing into the dark.

“Fuck…” Isaac grumbled, brushing the dirt from his arms only to feel a damp, sticky something as well. He looked at the ground, seeing streaks of the watery, white substance sprayed across the dirt and pavement. “It looks like… Oh fuck, gross!” Isaac bemoaned. He rushed the rest of the way home, noticing how the damp spots on his arms and hands seemed to tingle and burn. He immediately showered to wash the man’s spunk from his limbs and crawled into bed, hoping to forget the experience quickly. Indeed, the events of that night left his thoughts over a few days and life went on. Until the next full moon, anyway…

It was about a month later when Isaac was relaxing on the couch, holding his phone over his face while the light of the full moon glowed through the window when a strange shiver rushed through him. The phone slapped him in the nose and fell to the floor. The lanky man followed suit, rolling to the ground as the twitching and tension spread quickly through his body.

All he could muster were primal moans, growls, and shouts as his body stretched taller. His limbs lengthened like his torso while his feet erupted from his shoes. Muscles swelled across his figure, destroying his slim-cut clothing. His head crunched and groaned as his face shifted and morphed, taking on more masculine properties and becoming incredibly attractive. He screamed in bliss as his cock pulsed larger and larger, shooting cum across his stunning body. Isaac spent that entire first night exploring his new body. Then, as the moon faded from the sky, his body retracted and reverted to how it had always been. This would be the first of many transformations to come.

At first, Isaac wasn’t sure what had happened, or if it would happen again. It was only after the first two transformations that he connected them to the full moon, leading him to prepare so his growing body wouldn’t obliterate his clothing as it did before. It was then that he realized he’d inherited some curse or contagion from the man in the park that night. Logically, he concluded he was contagious too, and so he tried his hardest to resist the overwhelming desire to seek out other men during his transformations. But in that superior form his inhibitions were lower and his personality carefree.

By the third full moon, the changes were becoming stronger. That night he couldn’t resist and found himself in bed with a handsome twink. Part of Isaac was horrified knowing that he was spreading the curse to someone else. But a growing part of him saw the affliction not as a curse, but a blessing. He couldn’t help but be turned on knowing that the cute bottom would morph into a jock stud like himself at the next full moon.

It was only two weeks after the last transformation that Isaac was walking home when he felt the changes strike out of nowhere. It was only early evening, and most definitely not a full moon. He barely made it to his home before he collapsed, incapacitated by the searing pleasure of becoming a masculine stud. From there the transformations grew more haphazard in duration and frequency, striking every full moon, but increasingly in between them as well and lasting longer every time.

After one week where Isaac had transformed four times, the last time during the middle of the day for almost 18 hours, he knew he was likely to change permanently at some stage soon. He wondered how he would manage the contagious nature of his condition if it became permanent, or if the new him would care at all.

It was right at the end of a workday while Isaac was on the phone with his supervisor when the telltale pins and needles moved up his arms, “Oh no…” His boss could hear him groaning down the line.

“Is everything alright?” his manager asked with some concern.

“I… argh… I think I’m coming d-down with something… I should g-go…” Isaac stuttered, slamming the phone down and fleeing the office. He got into his car, trembling as he tried to insert the key.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and stung his eyes as he sped down the roads. “No, no, no not now… Not n-n-nooooooow, augh!” Isaac cried out as his entire body stretched taller in the driver’s seat. He could feel warm cum unload against his leg. There was no holding the changes back any longer.

Isaac’s mouth hung open as he struggled to keep his eyes fixed on the road, resisting the urge to watch his shirt stretching and tearing under the pressure of huge pecs and broad shoulders bulging out from his body. His arms were bloating, expanding the sleeves of the slim-fit business shirt to breaking point. He gripped the wheel tight - the closest thing to flexing he could safely do in the moment - and moaned loudly at the power he felt in his strengthening limbs.

“Augh, god!” Isaac groaned, his hands cramping around the steering wheel as they too swelled in size. His hands broadened while his fingers curled longer and thicker around the pliable wheel.

A red traffic light offered some respite, allowing Isaac to survey the damage so far. His thick, furry pecs were painfully tight against the shirt and visible between the gaps of stretched fabric between buttons. He took the chance to relieve himself of his shirt and feel up the washboard abs that were gradually building above his stomach. “Oh god yes…” Isaac whispered before noticing the green light ahead, “Shit… shit… n-need to get home.”

As he pressed the accelerator he could feel the changes sweep across his legs. His slacks braced against his thighs as they ballooned outward. The swelling legs pushed and squeezed Isaac’s hard six inches which ejected another load. The cheap fabric stood no chance against the expanding muscle, tearing and splitting at the seams as the growth traveled downward. His lower legs followed suit and made short work of the pants, revealing limbs far more muscular than they had been minutes ago while his flat rear plumped up thicker and rounder against the seat cushion.

Isaac wasn’t far from home now. “Oh god,” he moaned as his feet began to enlarge within his shoes. He turned sharply into his driveway and stopped the car hard. He wasted no time dashing flounderingly into his home, hoping no-one saw his shirtless, half-transformed body from the street. He quickly removed the unbearably tight footwear from his feet with a sigh of relief and stripped off what remained of his shirt. He tugged the split and torn slacks and underwear down his long, thick legs and kicked them onto the floor. Long, meaty feet burst through the strained material, causing Isaac to fall onto all fours with a loud bellow. Cum unloaded onto the floor as his socks exploded, the size nine-and-a-halves pushing past size twelve into thirteen, then fourteen.

The next part was always Isaac’s favorite. His six-inch erection trembled as it pushed further out of his body. “Ah! Fuck!” he screamed as it bobbed in the air, pulsing longer and thicker with every passing moment. His cries of joy deepened over the coming seconds while his head reshaped into a more masculine appearance. His plain, average features became angular and broad. His smile was straighter, whiter, and devilishly handsome. Brown eyes shifted to blue and his dark brown hair lightened in tone while a blond stubble dotted his sharpening jawline.

Isaac growled, pumping the air with his now large cock as it continued its growth. With the end nearing, the throbbing member surged to ten inches, veins rippling down the shaft which thickened and stretched. The young man roared in rapture as the head of his pole swelled to match, shooting load after load as his final transformation came to a close.

Still hazy in the afterglow, the studly Isaac rose to his feet, dizzy and stumbling. “I… no, no,” he stammered to himself, feeling the urge to find a sexual partner rising already, “N… Y-yeah… Yeah, fuck yeah… Guys should be thanking me for passing this on!”

Isaac smirked as he thought about how to spread his gift…

Bro Switch

--- Original author: grandwagonranchmaker ---

These four bros used to be four gay nerds until I invited them over to play ‘Switch.’ Of course they couldn’t resist. What they didn’t know was that they would be switching. Aaron, the one in the hat was the first to feel it. His greasy hair was suddenly popping out into well maintained curls. As he reached up to fix his hat he decided to turn it around with a smirk. Eric, the one next to him, ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back. At the same time both boys felt a pain in their feet and kicked off their shoes. Instead of their usual small, nerdy feet they found big jock feet waiting for them.

“Bro! Your feet are huge!”

“Bro yours too! Fuck why am I saying bro?”

Sam, the one on the end let out a deep, dumb chuckle watching his friends, surprising everyone including himself. He looked down and saw he too had removed his shoes, exposing big, elongated feet. What’s more - he could feel a growing urge to remove more clothes and suddenly pulled off his shirt. Instead of his usual flat, pale bird chest he now had a healthy tan and two protruding pecs. Even his arms had gotten thick and muscular.

“Sweet” he bellowed in his new, masculine voice.

“Bros what’s happening to us?” Cried out Jason, the smallest one. He slid his hands under his shirt, feeling hard muscles form. He tried but couldn’t resist pulling off his own shirt. He grabbed his face as his features hardened, losing their dorky roundness and becoming sharper and handsome, he frantically slid his hands up through his hair which was rapidly shortening into a cool bro cut. “No, no, no, I don’t wanna be a dumb, straight bro!” He cried out feeling his brains and sexuality fading away.

“Don’t fight it bro” laughed Eric.

“Yeah bro just give in” chimed in Aaron as both boys eagerly pulled off their shirts and rubbed their new, tan muscles. Eric suddenly moaned and threw his big feet up on the table as Aaron sat back and grinned dumbly. I knew what was happening now. One by one tents started popping out in each boys’ shorts as their dicks lengthened and their minds shifted from video games to boobs and sex. Even Jason’s eyes began to fill with pleasure and hunger as he gave in, surrendering his smarts and gayness.

“How you bros feeling, want some beer?”

Aaron threw out a thumbs up with his big, jockish hand and a dull expression etched into his face. The others followed suit, slowly giving up any hope of being nerds again they accepted the beer - sealing their fates forever. Bros for life…