itsflyinglikeadragon:

ukscallyladz:

👟ukscallyladz👟

You were browsing Grindr for a hook-up. One seemed interesting and so you got chatting and chatting away on the app. You decided to meet up with the guy, even though he seemed like a scruffy chav and not normally your type he seemed to have some personality.

You started to feel a moment of regret when you took the bus which winded through council estate after council estate. Watching the bus move on your map hoping it gets to a less rough area before you realise you’re at your stop.

Getting off the bus you gulp. The bus drove off almost immediately and you can see the run-down block of flats in front of you. You feel suddenly unsafe in your jeans and plaid shirt along with your converse shoes.

You check the bus times. The next bus out of the area wasn’t for another hour so you were stuck. No chickening out of this one it seemed.

Entering the block of flats you notice a large security camera. Clearly this was a problem area. You find the flat number on the sign donning the local council logo in the bottom corner. The guy’s flat is on the top floor, of course it is.

You press the button of the lift and you hear the shaft thunder downwards towards the ground floor. You get out the way of the screaming child in the pushchair being pushed by a lady in a pink tracksuit. She looks at you like a piece of trash on the floor, and well in this area you kind of were.

Getting in the lift, you push to go to the top floor and the door closes in a rackety manner, and way too quickly to probably be safe. The lift jolts a bit to go upwards, pushing you a bit on edge. The light flickering as it slowly makes it way up floor by floor.

It feels like ages and it smells of cigarettes, a smell intoxicating you. You feel slightly lightheaded, and the flickering does nothing for you. Creating a painful headache which hits suddenly.

Out of instinct you spit in the corner. Something you never did before, but trying to think why you did that doesn’t seem to do much help for your headache. 

Your dick stirs in your boxers. Something’s off but you can’t help but slide your hand into your trackies. Feels so good to have your hand in your trackies you barely realise you’ve made it to the top floor and your mate is waiting for you with his dumb smile.

Tonight was going to be a good ‘un, and after he’s had his way you won’t remember a thing. Nothing he didn’t want you to remember anyway.

First Time’s Free

jakelandry:

“Come on Josh… I didn’t know you
wanted to go to the gym tonight. We were just supposed to the movies,” Peter
whined. He hated how much time Josh spent in the gym. It seemed unhealthy. But
every time Peter would bring that up Josh would just flex his arms asking if
they looked unhealthy. No. The answer was always no.

“C’mon man. I couldn’t go to the
gym today. Besides I got like four free days for friends,” he said, “You don’t
even have to pay.”

It really wasn’t up to Peter to
decide what they were doing. Josh was driving. There really wasn’t another way for
him to get back home. Instead he’d have to think of something that might get
Josh to do something else. “I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to get my
polo all sweaty and gross.”

Josh instantly started digging in
his back seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got just the thing.” He pulled out a
sweaty old muscle shirt and some fabric shorts. There was no way they had been
washed for a while. Dirt clung to the side of the shirt while sweat
stained the shorts. Hopefully it was sweat. “You can wear these,” he smiled while tossing them at
Peter’s chest.

“I can…” Peter said dumbfounded.
“These are definitely clothes that I can put on.” He had a distinctly
disgusted tone to it but Josh didn’t care. It was time for his workout. He led
little Peter into the gym.

“Locker room over there. I’ll
wait for you out here.”

Josh always used a lot of hand gestures when giving directions.
“I’m going to get started and if I finish fast enough we
can still go see that movie.” Peter
was feeling like he should protest but only knew it would make Josh take even
longer. Bitterly, he drug his feet on his way to the locker room.

There were so many big guys all
over the place Peter couldn’t really believe what kind of gym this was. Sure he
expected there to be some guys like Josh but it was like everyone. Peter kept
his eyes front. He didn’t want to be caught checking all of the other guys.
That would just make him feel even more embarrassed.

Peter waited a few moments before
started taking his clothes off. Shyness was practically what he was known for
in high school. He thought back and wondered how he was friends with someone
like Josh. This was the first time he’d actually stepped into a gym that you
had to pay for. However his mind quickly changed to the smell of the shirt Josh
had given him. It completely assaulted his senses.

“This. Has not. Been. Washed,” Peter
blankly said holding the foul smelling shirt away from his body. He looked at
it completely disgusted. “Ugh,” he groaned knowing he would have to spend at least
an hour here whether he wore it or not. He weighed his options again. Sitting
awkward at a gym with a bunch of buff dudes in khakis and a polo, or actually
trying this shirt on and walking on a treadmill.

“Fine…” he groaned as he pulled the shirt closer.
It was absolutely massive on him. He couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he
looked. Josh weighed like twice as much as him. Of course his shirt wouldn’t
fit him properly.

“Bro’s got a massive stank too,” he
laughed. “Needs more body spray.” His voice deepened as he checked himself out
in the mirror. His muscles looked like they were lacking today. It was a good
thing that Josh suggested going to the gym. He flexed for himself checking them
out. For some reason they seemed so much smaller than usual. “Nah man, It’s
just cause Josh is so big,” he tried easing his ego. Really the shirt wasn’t
that big. He tried a different pose in the mirror. He wanted to flex his chest.
His pecs were feeling tight. With another pose the shirt fit him even better.

Another laugh bellowed out of him.
“Da fuck am I thinkin? Shirts mine. Fits like a glove. I musta left it in his
back seat when we played football the other day. That’s why it’s so wicked
dirty.” He lifted up his shirt and slapped his abs. “Bro wishes he was as
jacked as me. He’s got the height but I got the real bod.” He flexed again,
“Damn right.”

Peter left the locker room feeling
pretty good. He felt like he had energy to work out all night. “BRO!” he
shouted across the gym.

“BRO!” Josh shouted back. The two
beat their chests laughing. They were ready for a long night of working out.

Request for Anonymous. So sorry this took so long, I hope it’s good.
The art is not mine.

Dan never had too many friends. He was in college and talked with people in class but once the class ended he never spoke to them again. He pretended for a while that it didn’t bother him but it did. Eventually he decided to try and meet more permanent friends through an online meet up group. The members would meet once every so often in a public safe location and could privately share personal info with those members they trusted, he considered it the safest way to meet people online. Eventually he joined an “animal lovers” group, figuring that his almost finished biology degree would let him fit in, plus he assumed it was some kind of humane group. He signed up and saw that they had monthly meetings in a county park and the next meeting was in a few days.

After mentally preparing himself Dan got dressed in a t-shirt, some jeans, and a space themed baseball cap, and headed to the meeting, the only thing he didn’t like was how late it was, 9 pm? It was already dark by then and he was surprised the local park system would still be open after dark.

When he got there he was upset to find a group of loud rednecks gathered by a picnic table, talking and laughing like drunken idiots. An odd thing he noticed was that the group was all male. He expected this group to be more into hunting then loving animals and almost turned around to leave not being interested in these types of people, but one of them already saw him and called him over.

“Hey you the new guy ain’t ya?” One of them shouted with an obvious southern accent. Too late now, he had been noticed, if he left now he would seem rude, Dan was too polite for his own good sometimes.

“Uh how could you tell?” He asked. The guy just smirked. “The groups got a list of members on our page, we had 10 but a couple days ago it said we had 11, ain’t never seen you before so I put 2 and 2 together and made a guess, the names Ace” the guy explained holding his hand out. Dan shook the guys hand and meet with the other members, they explained they weren’t exactly a humane group, they didn’t do volunteering or anything but they were more like an “animal appreciation club” Dan wasn’t sure he believed that but they didn’t have any guns or weapons around that he could see to indicate they were planning to hunt.

After mingling with the guys for about a half hour Dan decided they weren’t his type, they were nice but into different things like sports and nascar, and had redneck gun values and such, Dan wasn’t rude so he planned to stay for this meeting and leave the group tomorrow, then message them saying he felt too shy or something and get out of any commitment. But as the official meeting seemed to be ending something strange happened. All 10 of the rednecks stood up and looked up to the moon light. They held their arms out like they wanted to soak as much of it up as possible. Dan stood there confused as the guys started to groan and moan as their body’s cracked and snapped…They were changing.

Dan watched in horror as their clothes ripped apart, giving way to massive dark muscled bodies. The men must have grown to almost twice their heights with their muscles getting bigger, beyond body builder to some kind of monster proportions. Their skin getting dark as thick dark hair grew all over, Dan knew something unnatural was happening and he needed to get away but couldn’t, he just stood there frozen in shock. The guys quickly grew long pointed ears, their legs snapping to digitigrade as their feet became twisted into foot-paws, somewhere between human feet and paws. Their hands forming massive claws, still looking hand like but abnormal. Their faces grew out into snouts bearing long fangs, and the finishing touch was their eyes turning a bright glowing yellow as they stood on two legs and ripped off what shreds were left of their clothing and collectively let out a howl at the moon.

The howl seemed to free Dan from his shock induced trance. Werewolves?! These people were werewolves? Was that even possible? What were they? What the fuck was going on? Dans mind was a whirlwind of questions that lacked logical answers, but none of that mattered as self preservation took over and Dan turned to run away at full speed.

The creatures took notice and he heard snarls behind him as the guys he had been awkwardly talking with just a few minutes ago were chasing him on all fours, drooling and snarling like mindless beasts. It quickly became obvious He couldn’t outrun these creatures built to hunt as one of them tackled him to the ground and he was sure he was finished, this group must exist to trick people into becoming their food or something Dan thought as the creature chomped down on his neck, biting him. But after the bite it let go, the others no longer in pursuit. The creature climbed off of him and they all formed a circle around Dan…just standing there.

Dan felt extreme pain from the bite but when he looked he didn’t see or smell the blood he expected, instead he saw it instantly healing…and thick dark hair spreading from it. Shit! Dan realized what was happening, he wasn’t their dinner, he was their newest member! He started to feel it, a hot energy flowing through his veins like a venom. He could feel a tingle as it spread to every cell in his body like a virus. He felt the hair spreading like a wave of itchiness across his body. His skin getting thicker and tougher and darker. He felt his muscles pulse and his bones crack as he grew taller. His back arching and ripping the back of his shirt as the fur grew and spread. His chest heaved with each deep, panicked breath and pushed out into 2 firm and powerful pecs that ripped his shirt open. He could only watch and moan as his slightly chubby stomach shrunk away before turning flat and then carving into a tight 8 pack. The detail soon became hidden by his darker skin then by the fur as well. His arms pumped up destroying the left over sleeves that covered his arms. Biceps and triceps filled with pain and oddly pleasure as they bulged out, his hands growing big and meaty to stay proportional, his palms grew pads and his nails twisted into claws.

He was moaning the whole time, his mind a foggy mess of pain and pleasure. His legs shifted to be digitigrade as his feet stretched to accommodate his growing form. They strained his shoes until finally they burst out as long, wide hybrids of paws and feet, his nails sharpening into dark claws. They expanded to an inhuman size growing bigger then size 20 shoes. The muscles in his legs grew and ballooned out starting to rip apart his jeans. His cock grew longer and thicker before a canine sheath soon covered it, his balls swelled to the size of grapefruit. His ass swelled out becoming tight and firm as a tail sprouted, destroying what was left of his pants.

He was now naked, and a werewolf from the neck down. His cock soon turned red and canine like as it grew out of the sheath. Why the fuck was this turning him on?! He was turning into a monster like the others. The fur and changes spread to his head where his neck grew wider and stronger, his Adam’s apple growing big as his vocal cords re arranged. His nose turned black and wet as his face forced itself out into a snout, his teeth sharpening into fangs and his tongue flattened. He sniffed the air and started to smell a musky scent that turn him on more as he realized the other werewolves surrounding him had formed a circle jerk as they whacked off to his transformation with their own canine cocks. His hair murged with the fur and his ears moved up becoming pointed and finally his eyes turned a glowing yellow like the others. The changes hit his brain last as an animalistic lust filled his mind. He wanted to hunt and eat and fuck! Those urges demanded his attention and everything else faded from his mind as his knowledge, IQ , memory and personality faded to nothing as he jerked off with his brothers. What little human resistance was left faded when he and all the others came. He opened his mouth to drink it all in and then joined the others in a loud victorious howl.

His mind didn’t seem to record anything beyond a few foggy memories of the night. He just seemed to have fun running through the woods with his brothers. It felt exciting to have the wind going through his fur as he ran on all fours. When the sun came up it was like it was sucking away his energy and power as he shrunk back into human form. However it wasn’t his normal human form, at least Dan didn’t think it was. His beastly muscles shrank away however he was left with more then he thought he started with. His mind was foggy. His stomach shrunk down to a flat 6 pack, his pecs were still nice and lean and firm. His arms kept their nice strong biceps, but at human proportions. His face became a little more angular and manly looking. As the fur receded he was left with a light chin strap beard. His hair turned blond and get short his leg muscles became lean and strong, from running while hunting and not skipping leg day. He also realized he felt a lot dumber, the stuff he lost last night when the beats mind took over wasn’t returning. He had new knowledge in his head, like how to use a gun and a bow, how to track stuff, how to repair cars, and lots of rules about sports. He stood up when he heard a voice behind him.

“Welcome to the pack, Buck” one guy said, after standing up, Dan realized it was Ace. Ace had been way taller then him before but now Dan was only a few inches shorter then him. He looked down and couldn’t help but grin at his impressive 6 inch soft, completely human, dick. He was naked, so was Ace. Dan remembered last night but wasn’t scared anymore.

“Well shucks thanks man, but that ain’t my name” Dan spoke suddenly with a southern accent and a dumb sounding slang but he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t remember the proper language.
“Sure it is, ya caught a huge buck last night so that’s yer name now” Ace explained and suddenly Da…Buck couldn’t remember any other name, he could barely remember his old life now except he does remember last night clearly. Ace offered Buck a new pair of boxers and jeans and Buck put back on the space hat he had from last night, apparently it just fell off when he changed, however now he wore it backwards, it was the only thing left from his old life. He was offered no shirt but he didn’t seem to want one anyway. He exchanged contact info with the rest of his pack…A brotherhood of manly men who are part animal and tough hunters, a different type of “animal lovers” Buck thought with a smile. Buck got in Ace’s truck, loving the way the awesome truck looked, and recognizing Ace as the pack Alpha. Buck was more than happy, being a werewolf had its perks, he was a hot strong redneck now and that was his life now.

Yeah, I just have to voice an honest opinion. I’ve been a follower for a good long while. I just feel like you’re a pity party all the time. Writing’s pretty good, not perfect, but adequate. But good god, I don’t understand why you seem to think you have it so bad. Stop whining about your life, this isn’t the place. Hire a therapist or something.

idesofrevolution:

Oh I’m sorry, who’s blog are you on? That’s right, mine. Pipe down and whack your fuckstick off a little more, maybe it’ll shoot the dumb right out of you.

Thank god I don’t get mail like that. Anyone who’s unhappy voice your opinions in a constructive way. I don’t mind constructive critism, but if your just being rude you can leave and go to a different blog, no reason to be rude everyone has a different preference for writhing. My opinion applies to my blog and all my fellow tf blogs

Update

The long awaited werewolf redneck story should be coming this weekend! To the anon who requested it I am so sorry, I loved the idea but college is time consuming, I kinda wish I could just turn into a dumb himbo and write these stories and give people sex for a living haha. Stories might be slow but I will try posting periodically but I will not be taking requests. The ones I have i will try to get to on free weekends or breaks. Thanks everyone for sticking with me

idesofrevolution:

“Oh my god, Derek! What happened to you?” Charlie stared horrified at his former buddy, who now appeared before him muscled, tattooed, bearded, and about ten years younger. Absolutely shocked at the transformation, Charlie fell to his knees, there in the waiting room; his friend lounged on the fur bean bag, surrounded by ammunition, booze, and firearms.

“I’m hired, dude! They need security here. So, I volunteered and they helped me out with the… Job Requirements.” Derek flexed his jacked left arm, reveling in the bursts of testosterone rushing through him. “They need one more, and I put your name down. Good luck, bro!” Charlie had never heard his friend speak like that before. Derek had graduated from Carnegie Mellon University with a degree in Marketing. He was plain spoken, but by no means this meathead type.

“Mr. Carmichael?” A striking gentleman with snow white hair called out Charlie’s name from the open doorway. He nervously tried to escape the way he entered, but after a signal from Derek, two huge men blocked his route. “Ah, yes. Mr. Charles Carmichael. Come this way.” Charlie felt two arms link with his own, lifting him from the ground, and carry him into the dim room.

Inside, a large red velvet chair sat illuminated in the center of the room. The two brutes plopped him atop it, and silently stood behind him. The silver haired man stood before him, with his supposed companion. They ruffled through some papers in a manila folder, eventually halting upon a single document.

“Alright, Mr. Carmichael. It says here that Lt. Derek Watts recommended you for the job. He’s a man of good taste. So we’ll take his word for it.” Charlie tried to struggle in his seat, but was shocked to see his body was immobile. Frozen in it’s place. “We’re looking for dedicated people to join the security team here at Libertine Hall, so we’re just going to be certain you’re up for the job.”

The two hands began to strip Charlie’s clothes from his body, forcefully tearing and ripping the fabric to shreds. A pair of freezing cold dog tags were placed around his neck, causing goosebumps to ripple down his skin. Unable to protest, Charlie could only whimper as his vision became blurry and distorted.  “Alright, Question One: What is your rank?” The silver haired man read off the clipboard holding the manila folder, casually glancing at Charlie. As if on cue, Charlie obediently responded.

“Private, second class, sir!” Eyes bulging from his skull in horror, he could only watch as the man smiled with pride.

“Good. Second question: what is your post?” 

“Aerial, sir! I pilot the helicopter!” The two continued with a Q&A for three hours before the final portion of the questionnaire began. With a mischevious glint in his eye, the silver haired man smirked and spoke quietly.

“How long have you been working out, soldier?” Charlie squirmed as he felt heat radiate underneath his skin. As if every muscle contracted all at once, flexing his entire body. Sweat poured from every pore, coating him in a thick layer of dirty grime. He could barely see his bulbous beer gut melt away into a cut mesomorphic torso, thunder thighs compress into lean muscle, and sagging arms tighten and bulk.

“My whole life, sir!” he involuntarily cried out, with gleaming pride emanating from his voice.

“You’ll need some boots, soldier. What size are you?” Exhausting every ounce of energy he possessed, Charlie was unable to cry out for help as his feet exploded into a growth spurt, with high arches and long, narrow toes.

“Size sixteen, sir!” The two goons slid on a pair of clearly well worn combat boots, after which they remained at his side, awaiting their orders.

“Great. Of course, you understand you’re a subordinate of ours. You’ll be required to… perform… daily for our guests and clients. Nonetheless, it seems you’re excited to do so.” Charlie barely noticed the perfect, lean cock standing at attention, eager to please.

“Sir, yes sir!” A buzzing sound echoed in the blackened room, and Charlie could only watch as his perfectly coiffed hair was shaved from his head, replaced by a tight buzz cut and black beret. He stood, like the good obedient soldier he is, and saluted his commanding officer. 

“Good. You’re dismissed, private.” Exiting the room, Charlie smiled a dumb grin at Derek, and pulled him into an aggressive bear hug fit for a General. Yet, behind their eyes, the two accountant’s suppressed consciousnesses cried out for any shred of help, destined to be locked away in their hulking soldier bodies.

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vvank3rshim:

holyhotpantsbatman:

My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.

lol.

I really love these, and I reblog them every single time. Some of you don’t realize how easy it’s to forget to do some of those stuff or how hard they can be some days.

Honestly sometimes really simple things like those are hard for people. If I go outside for any reason other then school and food shopping it’s an accomplishment tbh. You keep doing you and think of these gold stars when in need