bearlyfunctioning:

lunaartgallery:

PLEASE TURN THIS OFF

Most of tumblr activity is on mobile and this feature is hurting many small creators like myself. Our activity is dropping rapidly as our content is being buried under more “popular” content creators that automatically get put on the top of your dash.

Support ALL content creators and turn this off, please. It sucks having our work be pushed to the bottom never to be seen.

I don’t like to reblog this kinda stuff here but its gonna effect my comic ;v;

I love when the internet tries to guess what you want a filter the rest out, I didn’t even know this was a feature

collegenerdtojock:

“Fuck, I look massive,”
“See bro, you will be one piece of hot ass motherfucker if you start working out and ditch those books, they are shit, books won’t get you any fun you can have in college,”
He moved his hand a little bit, making signs in his hand and then trying on different poses and expressions while his stoner, long-haired and surfer look-alike roommate Dave just watched from the corner, smiling mischievously at his nerdy roommate who awed by such marvelous sight of himself in the mirror
“Bro, your joint is lit, the look I see in the mirror is me but fuck yeah I’m a fucking jock,” Martin said, now flexing his biceps. The mirror reflected the hunk but in reality he’s still the same twerp he is
What Martin doesn’t realize is the fact that Dave is not even human. He’s a ghost who trapped in this building after the previously established asylum tore down and replaced by the college dorm. Dave was a jock during his lifetime, until that injury hit him and made him depressed and started to hallucinated.
It’s always been a folk stories that everyone that get dorm no. 247 would always be a nerd and by the time they graduated, they would be a total meathead, and Martin is in that path now.

collegenerdtojock:

“Uuu…..fuck…..this is some dope shit,”
“Damn right bro! How does it feel, huh?”
“Marvelous……like…..fuck my pecs are swollen! And this body lookin ridiculously big,”
“Well, that’s what happen if you mix some roided gym rat DNA with supreme bodybuilder, you get the size and symmetry all at once,”
“Hell yeah bro, I wonder, why do you do this to me? I mean, you can get all of this glory for yourself and instead you give it to me,”
Smirk creeped from Alex’s face
“Let’s just say that you are standing in my way to get that master degree scholarship,”
“What do you mean, bruh?” Lewis said, absent-mindedly flexing his swollen biceps
“You see, the serum will not only affect your physique, but also your mind. For example, 2y-4x = 16, what’s the value of y if x is 5?”
“The fuck are you talkin’ bout bruh?” asked Lewis, not giving a fuck to Alex question and still admiring his body
Alex smirked even more and then ruffled his roommate hair
“Good boy, keep being simple. Now, I’m going to go to the classroom while you stay here in the gym and crush these machine like a beast, bye Lewis!

collegenerdtojock:

“Huh, I have a dick now, huhuhuhuh,”
The once nerdy chem grad girl now just sitting in the middle of the skatepark after her (or his now) professor dumped him due to the test failure. The medicine supposed to make her becoming more attractive yet probably there’s a mistake in the mixing of the potion and she become a he now. And quite a good looking he, the professor should said. Lean body, boyish face and quite a satisfying package, yet the potion seems take another toll as it has side effects that killed most of the brain cells she once have and now he is just a simple minded lad.
“Huhuh, it’s growing…..unghhhh…..need to spurt it out and unload so I can skate,”
The professor just stared from the distance at his once bright assistant
“Your sacrifice will worth for thousand girls out there, keep that in your mind, if you have any……” he said, walking back to his car and leave the site before people started to come there.

Bit of a skinny nerd. Any chance you could push me towards becoming a dumb bad boy skater dude?

tfstation:

What are you talking about! You’ve always been one, or are you referring to the day that everything changed? Someone must’ve thought you spent too much time inside because when you got home you found your keys missing and the door locked. No matter how much you pounded on the door or smashed that doorbell button, no one was coming. Stubbornness got the best of you and you didn’t give up for a while, but eventually even you were defeated and decided to just go on a walk. 

Surprisingly it was a nice day out for November, 70′s and sunny. Why not take advantage of such a nice day? You probably thought to yourself. The walk took about 30 minutes before you finally stopped at the skate board park. You walked by slowly wishing you could be like those guys out there who were doing tricks and had tattoos and all that stuff, but that wasn’t the type of body you’d been given. Sighing you went to continue on, but someone shouted! “He’s here!” People were getting excited and rushing over to you. “Oh man you gotta show us some of your moves! Please!” You blinked shocked as at least 15 skater guys and girls surrounded you. “Please!” They begged, one even shoving his board at you. 

You turned red with embarrassment, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. You gulped and took the board walking back to the park, all of them following behind you hooting and hollering in excitement. You approached the bowl and gulped setting the board down. “I’m going to break my neck,” you whisper to yourself, but you still put one foot on the board. Next thing you know you’re going forward down into the bowl, a strange tightness encases you as a new found confidence soars through your limbs. 

Underneath that polo shirt, your muscles grow. Your flat stomach becomes marbled with abs from days of working your core balancing on the skateboard. Your legs and thighs bulk up from pushing yourself on the board. You gasp as you near the other side of the bowl, you come up. Instinctively your hand reaches out as you invert and then switch coming back the other side. Your arms blow up with muscle to keep you up. It felt wonderful I’m sure. No one would’ve guessed this was your first time, more like your thousandth time on a board. You come back down as your shirt is pushed out more, the seams starting to burst as the shirt adapts to fit you better. You come up on the other side and land. Everyone bursts into claps and cheers, you give them a grin and hand the board back to the kid. You wink and nod. He just beams with a smile.

You walk back to the benches where you left your stuff, a long board and backpack already waiting. “I’ll see you guys later, gotta go meet up with my boyfriend.” You shout before riding off on the board.

mind-wiper:

Ben wasn’t pleased with the way his former best mate, Eric, was treated by his girlfriend turned caregiver. Before he contracted ACDV Eric had been a well groomed, metrosexual guy who was about to start law school. His parents had raised him with good manners, taught him the value of appearance. He was the kind of guy who spent an hour getting his hair just right in the morning. 

But when he caught ACDV all that changed overnight. Eric’s dad had died a couple years earlier and his mum just wasn’t young and fit enough to want to take on a grown toddler. So it was agreed to let his girlfriend, Claire, take care of him.  Claire had a very different style of parenting though and it pained Ben to see the changes in Eric’s behaviour that he knew would have horrified his mate if he’d had his mental faculties.  

Obviously the days of styling his hair for an hour and wearing flashy ties and designer jeans were going to be over, that was a given. But Claire took things much further. She let Eric wear whatever he felt comfy in, insisting children didn’t need to conform to societal norms yet and Eric was a child now. She even threw out every last pair of his shoes, even his jandals. “Boys are much more comfy in bare feet anyway,” she told Ben. 

And of course Eric didn’t complain, he couldn’t. The poor young man had lost all his manners, all his grooming and dress sense. He was soon running around the main streets of the town in his bare feet, dropping to his hands and knees to look under tables, and cars or just to roll around on the filthy ground, giving everyone a good look at how tar black the soles of his feet had become.

It wasn’t just his clothing either. Please and thank you left his vocabulary. Eric was a wild, feral little boy now. He would tear around the supermarket, screeching and giggling and knocking things off shelves, bumping into other shoppers and continuing on like they weren’t there. And Claire just smiled and said, “Boys will be boys.”  

But certainly the worst part was his total loss of body modesty or awareness. Claire encouraged him to streak around the house and yard in his birthday suit all summer. She called it a perk of toddlerhood he needed to indulge in. But poor Eric, his adult sensibilities stripped from him, had no concept of boundaries, of public and private and he took to regularly stripping down in public. Usually his nudity was at least brief since Claire at least insisted he keep undies and shorts on and would chase him around and re-dress him. But if it was the park, or a public fountain, or a beach, she’d strip him naked herself right there in public view.  

Now it wasn’t like he was the only grown-down virus victim playing in the buff in public. No he had good company in that. But it wasn’t like that was the norm either. On a beach with a dozen grown-downs Eric might have one or two bare naked compatriots, at the park, maybe one other big tot would be toddling about with free bouncing boobies or a pee-pee.  But the point was it wasn’t required and it marked poor Eric out as particularly juvenile, a very immature and wild little tyke.  

But despite all that Ben didn’t say anything to Claire about her parenting. He wanted to remain close to his friend, help out when he could and he knew Claire didn’t take criticism of her parenting well.  So he kept his mouth shut. 

But he kept it shut a bit too long. That’s how he ended up in a bad position one afternoon when his day long fever and sore throat suddenly escalated to serious mental fog and confusion. Lying in a hospital bed at A&E, his head a fuzzy mess, he at least knew that he was in big trouble.  It had been a relief when he’d seen his mum standing outside his room. But she was there with Claire and Eric. At first Ben had felt even better, seeing his friends there. But then he could see his mum was very upset, and in the end she left and it was Claire and Eric who came into the room. 

“Hi there sweetie, look who’s come to visit,” Claire had greeted him. 

Ben hadn’t liked the way she spoke to him in a juvenile way. But his head was so foggy, he knew what was happening, he understood he had the virus, that the feeling in his head was only going to get worse, much worse. And in how long? Did he even still know how to tell time? He’d looked at the clock on the wall and, though it took him a long time, he managed to read it and felt a bit better. 

“I’m not little like him,” Ben had insisted, pointing to Eric, the twenty-four year old man who was standing there shirtless and barefoot in some neon green board shorts, a toddler leash on his wrist connecting him to his carer while he innocently picked at his nose.  

Claire had seemed understanding. She hadn’t antagonised him, just took a seat on the bed at his side and let Eric drop down on his hands and knees to play with a toy car she’d brought to distract him. 

“I know honey. But Ben, you know you’re going to be, very soon. And when that happens, you’ll need someone to take care of you.”

“I got my mum,” Ben had told her. 

But she’d frowned. “I’m sorry Ben, but your mum isn’t really up to caring for a boy your size. I had a talk with her about it just outside.”

Ben felt apprehensive, more than usual. He knew it was his emotions getting harder to control. Soon his behaviour and maturity would devolve as well, joining his simplifying intellectual abilities. He was going to lose all his manners and grooming too. He didn’t want to be a dumb feral little boy like Eric! He needed his mummy, she’d make sure people didn’t point and laugh at him for being silly, make sure adults didn’t roll their eyes and mutter about him being a dirty little brat.  

“Where’s mummy gone?” he’d demanded. 

“She needed some time to absorb what’s happened sweetie. It’s tough on her too. But the good news is she was happy to take up my offer, to look after you and Eric, make sure you aren’t pulled apart. Won’t that be lovely dear? You get to be buddies and brothers now!” 

While the thought of being brothers with his best mate was appealing, especially in his vulnerable state, the idea of being cared for by Claire was terrifying. He didn’t want to be wild and free, he liked wearing shoes, he certainly didn’t want anyone seeing his private parts! 

“Claire, I don’ wanna be like Eric, okay?!” he snapped. 

Claire frowned and nodded, brushing a hand through his hair. “I know baby, you don’t want to get all little. I know it’s scary, but I can’t stop that. What I can do is make it fun for you. You get to be little all over again, and that means everything will be an adventure for you. We’ll have lots of fun, I promise.” 

Ben shook his head. No, she didn’t understand. He had to explain that he meant he didn’t want to run around in nothing but a pair of shorts, if that, in public. But when he tried to explain, when he opened his mouth, the words weren’t there anymore. In horror Ben realised his intellect was dropping again, dramatically. He opened and closed his mouth in terror, straining his muscles, needing to tell her, to explain, but totally incapable of doing so. 

And then it was too late. The terror of the intellectual regression faded as his maturity, his behaviour regressed as well.  All at once his muscles relaxed and the feeling of Claire’s hand stroking his head became heavenly. It felt so good to have that physical contact. Benny wanted more. He opened his arms towards the pretty lady. Even though he knew her, she suddenly seemed so much bigger, so totally in control. She’d keep him safe, she’d love him. And sure enough she accepted his need for a hug and pulled him into a big, tight cuddle. Oh yes, and her hand was on the back of his neck and it felt so, sooo good. 

The next morning, after the doctors finished their observation period on Benny and declared him stable, Claire was able to take him out of the hospital. Benny held her hand as they walked through the lobby. He didn’t want to get lost. He accepted that Claire was in charge of him now, he yearned for her guidance. She carried a bag filled with the clothing and possessions he’d entered with. It had his watch and his iPhone, his wallet and belt, the checked shirt and khakis pants he’d been wearing when admitted, his Adidas sneakers and socks. As they neared the sliding doors Claire stepped to the side and dropped the bag into the rubbish bin. Benny wouldn’t be needing any of those things again. All he wore for their trip home was what she’d brought him that morning, a simple pair of cotton underoos decorated with Goofy prints, covered by a baggy pair of blue board shorts with big red flames down the sides. Benny didn’t have a shirt or shoes to wear anymore and the twenty-four year old didn’t seem to miss them either.  

**

It was a lovely warm day to go to the beach. Benny was having lots of fun. As soon as they arrived Mummy had set up a nice towel for them to lie on and broke out toys for him and his brother to play with. Grown-ups were just lying around on their towels, reading books and stuff. Boring! Benny couldn’t believe he used to be so boring like that. How could anyone just sit still when there was so much space to play!  

But before they could go skipping away to dance in the waves and roll in the sand Mummy stopped Eric and slipped his shorts off him so he was nakey bummed. How wonderful! Benny hurried over to Mummy and yanked down his own shorts cuz he was big and knew how to undress himself. 

“Benny get nakey Mumma!” he chirped, kicking the shorts away. 

Mummy giggled and told him, “You sure are! Look at that silly pee-pee bouncing around.” 

Benny hopped up and down to make pee-pee even more bouncy. He was a very silly boy! The grown-ups couldn’t go nakey-bum. They had to keep undies on. Benny felt a rush of happiness at knowing he was just a little boy and he didn’t have to wear clothes if he didn’t wanna. And just like that he took off, running helter-skelter all over the beach, screeching his glee.  

Later he and Eric dug holes in the sand and were joined by a grown-up man who helped them dig. He asked them questions about being little but Benny found them confusing. He didn’t have enough words to understand big person questions now. The man seemed to see that and moved on after a bit. But not long afterwards Benny noticed Eric squatting down and feeling his pee-pee. He crept over and looked at his brother’s willy. It was getting big. He was having a good time. Boys like them got happy pee-pees when they had a lot of fun. 

“Gots all happy,” Eric told him, gently fondling it.  

Benny nodded and wanted to help brother, make him feel good. “Goza wub wike dis,” he instructed, reaching over and taking Eric’s big pee-pee and rubbing it harder, faster.  Brother liked this, breathing faster too, closing his eyes after a moment.  Grown-ups nearby looked away, clearly uncomfortable. Benny didn’t notice. He was just making his brother feel good, the same way they often helped each other during or after bathy time.  The fact they were in public meant nothing to him. His mind had been wonderfully unburdened of such concerns.  

It took a minute or two before Eric make his stickies. Then the happy brothers held hands and toddled back across the sand to show Mummy the lovely mess Eric had made.     

A Note to Minors:

kneel-serve-and-obey:

I see a lot on tumblr lately regarding the defense of underage participants in a certain community, as well as the underage participants expressing anger that they are not welcome on NSFW blogs. As a NSFW blogger, as well as someone who has come to know various sex laws due to their career, I thought I would clarify some things:

1. It doesn’t matter what the age of consent in your state is. Age of consent refers to the age that you are able to consent to sexual activity only.

2. Even if you are able to consent at age 16 or 17, by law you are still a minor. Pornography cannot be sold or viewed by minors.

3. If you are under 18 and you post explicit photos of yourself, you can be charged with creating and circulating child pornography, as the images contain a minor.

4. It is normal to have interests in sex and kink, regardless of age. There are safe spaces on the internet to seek these out and ask questions regarding your interests. Spaces where you can communicate with other teens, that are well moderated and do not allow adults to freely graze and prey. Scarleteen.com is probably the greatest example.

5. As a minor, showing purposeful disregard for another blogger or a website’s request that no minors be present on the site (and for some explicit material, 21 is the age for legal viewership) puts the owner of that blog and/or website at risk. No one wants to see awesome sex bloggers get shut down or sex friendly spaces on the internet get hit for having underage members. Think about more than just yourselves.

If you’re under 18, unfollow me. Don’t argue, don’t flame me, just unfollow. I’ll be the first person to high five you when you turn 18 and we can reminisce about how much it sucked to wait. Until then, peace out.

This is a serious issue, I’m not aware for any underage viewers of mine but it is possible they exist. I’m not sure how strict the laws are either, (Like can I get charged for giving porn to minors even if I don’t know they are here?) I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. If you are under 18 please leave. When you turn 18 you can come back, heck leave me a message maybe I can try to celebrate your birthday with a request. I know tf is hot but it’s worth the wait.

I would like a sequel to “Plus Three” Maybe the djinn finds himself on a college campus and transforms his nerdy master into a total frat bro

derekwilliams:

Well… I guess we can do sum thing 😛

Thx to my editors on this one bros!! – D

—-

Oh man, this was almost gonna be too easy.

I had just appeared in a puff of smoke for my newest master. We were in a library, late at night, clearly on a college campus.

“Hello Master!” I boomed at him. “I am the genie of the lamp. While you own the lamp, you own me. I can grant any wish you can think of with two exceptions: I can’t bring back the dead, and I can’t make someone fall in love with you.”

He looked confused for a second. “What about the third rule. No wishing for more wishes.”

“But Master, you have as many wishes as you desire. I don’t know why you’d wish for more, but there’s no rule that says you can’t.”

If that sounds familiar to you, imagine how it sounds to me. Literally every master I have ends up bringing up that stupid Hollywood rule.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down!” said my new Master. Fair enough, my typical genie entrance would have the librarian on us in minutes. But I almost never pass up an opportunity to use my special power – you see, I get to add three words to any wish that my Master makes.

No matter how careful he was, this Master was going to end up just the same way as my last 197 Master’s – as an oversexed gay fratboy with an incredible body and a life that would make Instagram jealous.

That was a far cry from what was in front of me. This guy was 22 years old, ready to graduate, and hasn’t been to a single party in his four years as a philosophy major. I mean…what kind of philosophy major doesn’t go get drunk and talk like they understand Heidegger.

A serious nerd, that’s who. My new Masters name was Samuel, six foot two, light red hair that fuzzed up badly, skin that made you think he didn’t know about face cloths, and a serious lack of muscle. Plus…he was wearing mismatched slacks and a cardigan.

Sometimes I feel like Fate himself chooses my Master’s. Thank Fate that I was here.

Time skipped back, and Master gave his…slightly amended wish.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down and mine up” he said.

“Your wish is my command!” I crossed my arms, nodded my head smartly, and made it happen. Of course, I said the “my command” part super quietly. What can I say, I’m a sucker for theatrics.

“COOL! THANKS GENIE!” Samuel said, not noticing that he was now the one likely to draw the ire of the librarian.

Unlike some of my other Master’s, Samuel had no problem pouring out his heart at me. He could have unlimited wishes, and he wasn’t going to waste any time in getting them.

And you know the number one thing that a nerd like Samuel always wished for.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS A LITTLE BIGGER.”

Of course time reversed for a moment. Just like a broken CD player, I heard the wish come at me again, with my own little addition.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS MORE THAN JUST A LITTLE BIGGER.”

I nodded smartly. “Your wish is my command Master.” Samuel instantly began to bulge with muscle, looking more like a bodybuilder wannabe than a college philosophy student. I watched his pitiful clothes stretch. The button down shirt he was wearing flew open. The t-short underneath barely contained his impressive new pecs. And those jeans…they were all ripped up now, but that’s cool, that’s just fashion now.

Samuel looked at the parts of his body he could easily see. Then, not finding a mirror nearby, he pulled out his phone and started snapping selfies of his amazing build.

“WHOA.” Samuel rumbled, his newly stacked body making his loud voice resonate.

“Wow Master,” I said. “You’re looking very fit. Almost swole.”

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS LOOKING SWOLE!” You were caught up in the excitement of not being a total nerd anymore. Nobody ever just wants to be average.

Time stuttered, and you said your wish again.

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS SHORT ENOUGH FOR LOOKING SWOLE!” You shouted it at me enthusiastically.

So inch by inch, I shrunk your frame. Your muscle no longer stretched over a tall frame, no longer looking like a wannabe bodybuilder, you were totally stacked now. Thick. 5 foot 7 inches, and swole enough that nobody would ever mention it.

“Your wish is my command, Master,” I said, my cock starting to swell.

Samuel was starting to look seriously different from when I came out of the lamp…but there was still no mistaking him as a serious loser, no matter how much you wanted to lick his biceps. The bad skin, the fuzzy red hair, the mismatched clothes all made me wish I could make wishes myself.

Luckily, Master was staring at another selfie. “GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS SELF CONSCIOUS”.

Time did it’s thing, and so did I. Master took another run at his wish.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS INDEPENDENT AND MORE SELF CONSCIOUS!”

A quick nod of my head, and Master’s whole world changed. “Your wish is my command,” I said.

Master looked pretty damn bro-ish now, getting towards exactly what I wanted. His last wish had made him desperate the ride with the pack, please the coolest guys, and blend into the crowd.

So his red hair was buzzed down. His skin was meticulously washed and lightly tanned – something that took quite a bit of effort with that red hair. His clothes had become totally basic, just a crew neck t-short that showed off his massive guns, a popular brand name printed across his heavy pecs, some stylish jeans that accented his ass (but not too much!), and some all stars on his feet.

Samuel would have no problem making friends with anyone now. He desperately wanted to be liked, and caved to peer pressure at the slightest prompt.

Just then, another guy entered the scene. Maybe 21, with dark brown hair and a nice-but-not-heavy build.

“Are you the one who’s been shouting?” He asked. Great, a librarian.

Instead of answering, Samuel looked to me. “GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE OFF.”

Time jumped back, and Samuel made his wish again.

“GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE FIVE AND JERK OFF.”

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and watched the show.

The librarian seemed unaware of us, tucked in the back room of the library. Instead, it seemed like he had come back here to get…let’s call it a little private break.

He slumped heavily in a comfortable chair, undid his belt, and whipped out his surprisingly drool-worthy cock. Running his hand up and down his shaft brought it to full attention easily. I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he exploded all over us.

Must be one hell of a stressful job.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the oblivious librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH THIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face.

Time stepped back.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH WITHOUT FUCKING HIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face. Suddenly aware of our presence again, the librarian slumped to the floor, then turned over and planted his elbows on the chair.

“Want some of this?” he said, shaking his ass seductively.

“HELL YEAH,” shouted Samuel. His leaking cock was already out of his jeans, ready to plunge into the first of what would surely be many, many tight assholes over his college career.

The librarian was hard again already. Samuel lined up his thick dick and plunged into the librarians bubble butt. As Samuel pushed in and out, the librarians dick thudded against the easy chair. It didn’t take long before they both came, Samuel emptying a large load into the librarians hole.

Sammy pulled up his pants and sat on a desk. “THANKS, THAT WAS FUCKIN’ GREAT!”

The librarian grinned, pulling back on his clothes. “Anytime you want to check something out, Samuel, I’m right here,” he grinned. Then he walked back towards the circulation desk, his break over.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME…” Samuel yelled. I’m sure he’d have said it softly, if only that was something he could do.

Time skipped a beat backwards.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME SAMMY, LIKE EVERYONE”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy” I said. Whoops, I didn’t mean to catch myself in that wish, but no harm, no foul, right? A bro needs a hotter name than “Samuel”.

Because Sammy’s pretty fuckin’ hot, and Sammy loves to fuck a tight ass, but there’s still a couple of things missing from my fantasy fratboy formula. He needed to love to party. He needed bros. And he needed the kind of life where he’d want to do it all over again every night.

Okay, I’ll admit, I had an idea. Whatever Sammy’s next wish was, I was gonna….

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT.”

Great, this shit again. Whatever, I was going to repurpose this wish anyway.

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT AS A DJ”

“You got it Sammy,” I said. This should be fun.

Master didn’t look too different, just a pair of headphones hanging heavily around his neck, and a bag full of a laptop and some mixing equipment. But there was a different energy around him. He was fuckin’ buzzed to play a set.

“THANKS GENIE,” he shouted. “I’M GONNA MAKE THIS PLACE FUCKIN’ ROCK”

Sammy grabbed his bag and headed for the front desk of the library. We kept passing all these students – let’s face it, it was Saturday night and they were in the library – we kept passing all these dweebs. Mostly dudes. Some overweight. Some under. All of them were about to have better lives.

In the front entry of the library, Sammy looked around. There was a big sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor. There were multiple rooms full of books ranging from photocopied dissertations through to rare tomes. And there were about a hundred people staring at the loud jock that Sammy had become, daggers in their eyes.

The librarian from earlier was standing by the circulation desk. I could see a wet stain down his slacks where Sammy’s cum had run down his leg.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH NOBODY COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT”

Time shuddered and reversed another second. “GENIE,” Sammy shouted. “I WISH NOBODY EXCEPT THE WOMEN COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT.”

That started…well, almost a stampede. The moment you tell people they can’t leave, it’s the only thing they want to do. But oddly enough, as the herd of people tried to head out the front doors, noise came from the rare books room. The doors there burst open… it was all the men who had just tried to leave.

Outside, I’m certain the women were trying to decide what to do. But I know how this goes. They wouldn’t be concerned about the men in here much longer.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” Sammy yelled out.

The men in the room were starting to get over their confusion. None of this makes any sense if you don’t have a genie, but they were starting to catch on.

The world jumped back a second. And Sammy made his wish again.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT BIG GOGO BOY DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” he yelled.

I granted the wish, then glanced over. All four librarians who had been behind the circulation desk had now climbed up onto it. All of them thick with rounded muscle, clothed in nothing but a colored jockstrap. In a shiny gold jock, the one from earlier still had cum dribbling down his leg. They danced to unheard music.

Sammy walked up the wide staircase. The confusion in the room was dissipating. It was going to boil over into anger. Soon.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT”.

Time skipped.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT AND BRO UP!” Sammy shouted.

“Your wish is my command Sammy,” I said. I was glad I finally had one I could use to reduce the tension in the crowd. This was always my favourite part.

All around, the young men of the college were becoming warped parodies of themselves. Sweat pants and basketball shorts replaced jeans. Wifebeaters and jerseys replaced t-shirts. About 70% of them wore a backwards cap at some angle. And the nerdier the guy had been to start…well, the more he turned into a bicep-pumping, ego stroking, cock-swinging, beer-guzzling frat bro.

Almost everyone was holding a beer. Where do you get a beer in a library? Ask your local frat bros.

And all of them were starting to chill. The anger and tension were gone. Now they were just hanging out, waiting for their favourite DJ to play a set.

Sammy was setting up his gear. It was starting to get loud in there. Not that the librarians minded anymore, they were working hard on getting the party started.

“HEY EVERYBODY,” Sammy shouted into a mic. “I’M DJ COCKMONSTER, AND THIS IS…”

He didn’t bother finishing the sentence. He just brought the music up. Solid beats started playing all around the library. On the floor below, the bros were starting to dance to the music, most of them keeping a safe distance from anything that might be construed as too gay.

Imagine that, listening to DJ COCKMONSTER and worrying that someone might think you’re gay.

“HEY GENIE,” Sammy shouted in my direction. “I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START DANCING.”

The beat skipped. Too bad, cuz Sammy’s actually a pretty good DJ. But it’s how my magic works.

“I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START KISSING, GRINDING AND DANCING!”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy!”

Down on the main floor, the crowd was transformed. The casual dancing had been replaced with something manic. Something sexual. These guys all wanted to get laid tonight, the only mystery was which bro was gonna hook up with which other bro.

I had my eye on a couple dudes over by the reading room. The one still wearing a shirt was pinned up against the wall by one who was just wearing gym shorts that barely went halfway down his meaty thigh and a backwards red ball cap. Five minutes, I bet myself, and red-cap is gonna be skewered under jersey.

All over, men were making out and grinding. The only thing that kept it from evolving into an orgy was Sammy’s music. DJ COCKMONSTER was so good that they just couldn’t stop dancing. Even I was shaking my ass to the beat.

“HEY,” Sammy shouted over the beat. “I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE PARTY!”

Time skipped, and so did another record. Then Sammy shouted again.

“HEY, I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE BIGGEST FRAT HOUSE PARTY!”

And so it was. The library faded away, renovated by the school years ago into a frat house for it’s biggest, bro frat. The place was full of kegs, solo cups, and couches where dudes were getting sucked off or fucked. The only rule seemed to be that everyone had to keep moving to the beat.

Another job well done, I’d say. I kept dancing through the room and getting rough hands run over my otherworldly body. But I was saving myself – Sammy would be done his set in about an hour, and I intended to get that thick cock riding me before he wished me out of this perfect life.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

ALL HALLOWS EVE: THE DEMON

You had no idea what to be for Halloween. What made it even worse was the fact that you were visiting your best friends in New York City. They invited you to a costume party at a huge club. Not wanting to disappoint your friends, you did your damnedest to make the coolest costume ever, and you totally succeeded! That is, until your luggage got lost at LaGuardia.

Now, you’re on the subway on Halloween, heading toward your friend’s place in the Village, completely without a costume. Completely enveloped in your phone, you neglect to see the punk kid sit across from you and begin to stare at you. It isn’t until your phone dies (DAMN IT!) that you notice him. He is young, covered in piercings in a spikey leather jacket. His red skin and horns, accompanied by his completely red pupils alluded to a demon costume. To be honest, the makeup is really impressive! He really went all out for that!

You give the kid a thumbs up, showing you approve of his amazing get up. In response, he licks his lips with a pierced tongue, and winks at you. Shocked, you try to look elsewhere, now completely ignoring the punk. In a few stops, you arrive at your transfer, and get off the subway. Feeling a strange compulsion, you turn around to see the punk following you in a crowd of people. You begin to worry, as you follow the route to your next platform. It is completely empty when you arrive. That is, aside from you, and the punk. You stop and stare forward. Holding your hand on your belongings, trying to look strong and tough. In your peripherals, you see the punk smiling at you, and laughing. His distorted voice begins to echo throughout the tunnels. The subway arrives, and you look forward to being surrounded by other people. Stepping aboard, you are terrified to find it completely barren.

Turning around, you see the punk at the far end of the car, his feet up on the seat in front of him, and his arms crossed: smirking at you. You saunter to the opposite end of the train, and take your seat. Beads of sweat roll down your face as you sit in silence, his laughing echoing in your ears. Almost compulsively, you turn to look at him, and your blood runs cold. He is sitting right next to you, smiling with sharp demonic teeth.

“Happy Halloween, buddy. I want a good costume this year.” He grasps you by the neck and holds you against the cold metal wall. You watch in terror as his red skin begins to bubble and liquify. It drops from his body like droplets of water, pooling at his feet like blood. It crawls up your leg, searing heat radiating as it envelops your calves and feet. Your pants and shoes are quickly taken by the hot rubbery liquid, and quickly is reshaped into tight skinny jeans and tattered, smelly, black high tops. The smokey and sweaty musk emanating from your new sneaks invade your nose, hypnotically numbing your senses. The demon skin continues to crawl up your legs, they quickly lose fat and pack on lean muscle, taking on the familiar red tint. Your mind is quickly reprogrammed as the musk surrounds your mind, erasing all your consciousness. The rubbery red skin has made it to your chest and arms, burning holes in the black shirt you were wearing, now adorned with metal studs and a big red anarchy symbol in the center. Beneath it, pierced nipples ornament your chiseled abdomen. Two studded leather cuffs clasp themselves on your wrists, highly suggestive of your current situation.

By the time the skin reaches your face, your personality and memories are gone. All traces of the former you, destroyed. You feel the penetration of the piercings on your nose, lips, eyebrows, and ears. A thick, sexy tongue piercing now lives in your mouth. Sharp fangs protrude from your canines and premolars, resembling those of a wolf. Your hair falls off in clumps, as a mohawk tops your now unrecognizable face. Two horns burst from your skull, and two red eyes open, signifying the end of the metamorphosis. The deep, bellowing laughter your former self was so frightened of now emanates from your throat. You slide off a sneaker and inhale the intense smell, wafting also from your tattered and dirty union jack socks. The last of you floats away from your body, as your consciousness now watches from the outside, still tied to your body.

You look like the punk boy. A complete replica. The formerly red skin changes into an average white tone. Your body picks up the spiked leather jacket from the ground and slides it on, taking care to hear the well used leather’s creaks and stretching. Pushing on the two horns, they retract back into your skull. He winks at you, as the doors open to let on crowds and crowds of people. A cute skater boy sits across the aisle from your possessed body, and gives him a smile. Your body throws a peace sign, and begins to approach him. Without saying a word, it pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss, as it gropes his crotch. You can only watch, you can only see, you can only smell that dank musk… For all eternity.

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