Rob looked confused as he bounced his pecs, gazing at the skinny and tall nerdy looking guy that had stormed into the locker room only a moment ago and started calling him “Robert” and was telling him that he was “never on the sport team before”, not to mention how he looked so differently.
“Dude! Robert, what the hell? We were just talking yesterday before you went off to that frat party,” said Sam, glaring at the muscular and charming man in front of him, his eyes glancing down at the bouncing pecs. “And since when did you even go to the gym?”
“Bro, I don’t even know what you’re talking about, I’ve never met you and I’m always at a party, man, you should come along some time,” laughed Rob, as he met the glaring eyes of the nerd in front of him, only to bounce his pecs once more and watch the nerd as his cock twitched and he suddenly groaned outright, feeling himself cum. He started to feel hazy, staring at the pecs.
“What? What the hell was…?” started Sam. Rob’s smile grew wider, revealing his pearly white teeth despite Sam knowing he had braces there just last night.
Rob bounced his pecs. Sam couldn’t resist, gazing at them with a hypnotic infatuation, not even having the effort to groan as he felt himself cum again.
“Sorry bro, were you saying something?” Rob’s grin grew wide ash he peered in at Sam, knowing it was too late for the nerd.
“Rob…Dude, you’ve got to…got to…” Sam’s voice died off as he only stared at Rob’s pecs before they flexed and bounced once more, causing the nerd to cum again.
“There’s no stopping it now,” Rob smiled as he pushed Sam against the lockers. “I only need to make you cum once before it starts.”
“What did you do to me?” Sam tried to get away but couldn’t, his legs slowly growing numb.
“It’s my pecs bro, and my sweat too, here check it out,” Rob raised his arm and suddenly stuffed Sam into his pit. Sam felt the smell invade him, rearranging his mind into a hazy mess at the core as he felt his tongue automatically lapping to lick and worship the pit, starting to groan as he was unable to resist before his head was taken away and Rob started to get down on his knees. “Don’t worry man, I’ll help you.”
“R-Rob don’t…” Sam cried as he squirmed, trying to get away only his burning legs refused to move, petrified as they stood still. Sam started to see the palm of his hand slowly expanding, growing rough and weatherbeaten. “R-Rob! Stop!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rob pulled down Sam’s pants quickly, revealing the thickening bulge that was already erect and snaking out of his boxers. “It’s gonna be great.”
“No- Rob, please don’t-” Sam groaned out loud as he felt Rob’s tongue at his dick, starting to rub against the length as the large hands began to slowly drag the underwear down, snapping against the thighs as Rob continued to lick against. “Rob- Oh fuck!”
“Don’t worry man, and the best part is if you cum again you lose all your smarts forever! But I’ll wager you this, if you don’t cum, I’ll turn you back!” Rob smirked.
“This isn’t fu-” Sam looked down, shocked and suddenly resilient in wanting to resist before he felt the wet and warm mouth of Rob take him in, starting to suck at his large dick as he could see the head poking against Rob’s cheek. His once burning hand instinctively grabbed at Rob’s brown hair, Sam felt the fingers on both hands beginning to stretch and grow, lengthening to match the size of the palm.
Sam looked down further as he saw his own toes begin to poke out of his shoes and socks, watching the toes continue to climb forward, spreading against the floor. With every thrust of Rob’s head on his large dick, he felt the feet thrusting forward, again and again, the growth was like breathing, it waited for Rob’s tongue to touch the head and exhale, letting all the muscles and body grow. The feet burst through the shoes completely tearing them away.
“Rob…fuck what is…I can feel my legs growing…stronger,” Sam’s voice seemed to suddenly growl, growing deeper by the moment as all the fat from his thighs suddenly melted away, fading and turning into raw muscle that highlighted his strong calves and thick thighs. “Muscles…growing! Oh god p-please!”
Rob’s mouth popped off the drooling cock, spinning Sam around and shoving him against the locker.
“What are you do-?” Rob’s tongue invaded Sam’s hole, pushing his cheeks away as they started to grow in the jock’s hands, the tongue lapping and invading the hole, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, his inflating and muscular body as his abs started to push out of his stomach, the pectorals deepening creating crevices of muscle on his thicker and broad chest that grew. Every single time Rob’s tongue continued to stroke against Sam’s hole, Sam felt his muscles growing bigger, his will fading.
Rob moved away from him, panting and standing up as Sam looked at him, his new muscular body was so hot but he knew this wasn’t right.
“Okay…I played your stupid game and I didn’t cum…Now change me back…” panted Sam as he steadied himself on the locker behind.
“Ah, ah, ah, you haven’t won yet bro,” Rob smiled, and for the first time Sam didn’t see the dumb jock in front of him, he saw something much more mischievous as the smile curled before Sam realise, his eyes wide.
“No, wait Rob please! I want to get-” Sam tried to shout but it was too late.
“What do you want?” Rob smiled as he bounced his pecs. “I couldn’t hear you. Was it this, bro?” Rob bounced his pecs again.
Sam couldn’t handle it as an eruption of pleasure ran through him.
He started to cum, gushes of hot sticky wetness spreading all over his head, like a fountain it continued to flow creating a pool on the floor underneath his feet, Sam fell to his knees from the pleasure watching his cock continue to cum endlessly, over and over again.
“No! Rob! Y-You can still turn me back, we can still be bros! I mean friends…We can still be…bros..still be…bros..still…bros…still bro…bro…bro…”
With every throb of cum, Sam felt his memories being drained away, his intelligence slipping, his face changing.
As his jawline sharpened, he no longer wanted to play videogames, he wanted to play football. As his eyes grew an empty grey, he wasn’t studying economics anymore at college, he had a sport degree to launch off his football career. As his hair transformed into a slicked back silvery blonde, he went to practice every week with coach and his team, and the rest of his time was spent at the frat house.
Before Sam knew it, he didn’t even remember much of his past life or his name, Sam turned around, grabbing Rob up with his strong arms and kissing him deeply.
“Now how about we go shower and clean off, bro?” suggested Sam, and Rob couldn’t refuse, admiring his work and knowing there would far more to “come”. After all, his bro Sammy was spectacular.
Fuck, man. When I started growing hair on my face and on my chest, that was probably the end of my academic career right there. Yeah, I had already gotten hairy all over my groin and started to get a thick dick, but I reminded myself that was normal and to not think of it much, just focus on your studies. I was probably fighting it ok, but after I had to shave for the first time I was in front of the mirror jacking for almost an hour, rubbing my tongue over the rough stubble, just so turned on for some reason.
I tried not to think of it for the rest of the week, even went to bed and found myself getting hard and forced myself to think of something else. Then I found I couldn’t stop staring at this upperclassman who I knew guys said might be into dudes. He had this goatee and was wearing this red v-neck shirt with his burgeoning teenage chest hair just poofing out of the top, and I couldn’t stop staring. He was wearing these tight denim jeans with holes in the knees, so that you could kind of see how furry and muscular his legs were getting, and his ass looked so hard and firm that I just had to follow him home. We ended up fucking in the woods and that was the end of Andrew E. Berard’s academic ambitions and the day Drew Woodhouse made his first appearance. My motto is never look back, and now I’m fucking around all the time like the slut I want to be. Every whisker that grows in thicker, every muscle that pops out a little more, every chest hair I sprout – it just turns me on even more, man.
Just last night I was fucking around with this hot dude on the football team of the school rivals, closeted which was so hot, cuz I don’t give a fuck. I had my two hands on his firm, hard ass just running it through the locks of light brown fur that covered it for what felt like hours, this peach fuzz that was on its way to beast fuzz, all over his ass, man, until he was begging me to plow him. I rode him with my hands wrapped around his pecs, feeling him flex and grunt while I probably drooled all over the nape of his neck, only he obviously was fuckin’ loving it and I rode him like a cowboy. I was telling him yeah, you want to see me with ten more pounds of muscle, just give me three months, you want to lick these pits, you sick faggot? Love talkin’ dirty to dudes like that, asked hiim if he was into cowboys. He just shouted yeah and I roared right back at him, ‘yeah, you like this cowboy shit, don’t you?’ He let me cum all over his face, then we made out some and I pushed him off me and left, haha. Just wait, see how long he can go without texting. I sent him a shot of my chest hair and just left it at that.
“Quick, get it all on him before he realizes his own strength! We don’t want him to start fighting back or we’ll never get him on the team!”
My head was throbbing. I had absolutely no idea what was going on other than the fact that I was surrounded by women. Some of them were girls that I recognized from my college’s cheerleading team but one was an older woman who I somehow knew was the football coach’s wife. I didn’t now how I knew that considering I barely knew the coach and had absolutely no interest in sports but somehow the knowledge was in my mind and I didn’t have any sort of rational explanation for it.
The last thing I could remember was leaving the history study club just before midday and then being surrounded by a bunch of football jocks. I’m trying to remember more but it’s all foggy after that. I remember feeling nervous that I had found myself surrounded by other young men who were all taller and stronger than me but now I couldn’t believe I’d been nervous at all. They were hardly that much taller than me and I bet I could take them on in a fight if I really tried. I’ve been working my body hard lately after all.
Letting out a grunt as the football helmet was forced down onto my head, a voice whispered in my ear that I was progressing just as coach wanted me to. That filled me with a sense of achievement because after all nobody wants to disappoint their coach, especially not me.
Damn, why was it getting so hard to think? I was so sure that I had another lecture to get to but that didn’t make any sense, did it? I’d already done my sports science lecture and my schedule’s pretty clear apart from that. Wait, sport science? Something about that didn’t seem right. Wasn’t I a history major with a serious dislike of organized sport?
Heh, that’s ridiculous. Why would I be on the football team if I hated sport? That would be pretty dumb of me but hey, people call me dumb a lot. I’ve never been the type to get good grades but who needs those when you can play football like a pro and make your coach proud? But I got straight A’s at high school… Nah, that didn’t seem right. It sounded like a joke one of my bros on the team told me to get a good laugh. There was no way I could get straight A’s on anything. My parents gave up on hoping I’d be some genius years ago when they realized I was way more interested in sports than any of that textbook bullshit.
By the time all the uniform was on me I was feeling restless. Coach had decided that since I’d been playing so well lately I could get some brand new gear instead of the hand-me-downs I’d been using. I’ve got to say that judging from the looks the cheerleaders are giving me I must look pretty damn hot. I’m sure they won’t mind if I flex a bit just to show off. I can’t help that the ladies love me so much and I’d be stupid for not taking advantage of that either.
Now that I’m all geared up I guess I better get to practice. My headache’s gone and that crappy dream I had where I was some nerdy history major is over. Thank god that’s done because as if I’d ever be a dweeb like that, especially a gay dweeb. I’m not into all that homo shit. All I care about is football, chilling with my bros and banging hot chicks – just the way Coach likes me!
Its no secret that i like to get high every now and then. Like parties and lazy friday nights and stuff I’m usually kicking around with a joint in my pocket, ready to light up at the first oportunity.
I want to clear something up before we keep talkin about this tho. I’m not one of those lazy fucks who’s always just lying around playing video games or raiding the fridge. I just like using weed cause it turns my brain off for a few hours.
I still workout more than anyone I know. And I swim like six days a week. But I like the way I can barely think when I’m high – just chill out instead of talk talk talking all the time. Sometimes I get so high that I just forget whats going on half thru the sentence and…
Yeah. I luv that.
Where was I? Right, so like last weekend my buddy Paul corners me at Jess’s party and he tells me he’s got this bomber joint. Dude claims he paid a thousand bucks for this, and I’m just laughing along. No way right? Pauls always been kinda out there so just roll with it…
We go out on the deck and light up. Paul hands me the joint and tells me to take the first drag. I feel the smoke in my chest, hold it there, and release it in a long stream.
“Whoa…I said”. “That’s some good shit.”
It’s hitting me fast.
“Take another hit” Paul says handing me back the joint.
I do. Fuck yea, my brain is getting hazy already.
Next time Paul takes the joint, I notice that he doesn’t actually take a drag. He just waits, then hands it back to me…
So I take another
And another
Soon the joint is nearly gone, and Paul just keeps telling me to smoke more.
“You sure u don’t want…” I said
“Yeah bro,” he says. “I kinda got it for you.”
It’s hard to follow what he’s saying.
“It’s permaweed” he says. “You’re gonna stay this high forever. And with the sex drive it gives you, you’re gonna make me some sweet coin when I sell your swimmer ass to this rich fag that got me the joint.”
“Huh?” I say. That didn’t really make sense. What was…what’d he call it. Whatever.
“Take the last hit…” he hands me the joint. So I do what Paul says. It’s easy to just follow.
I inhale deep, and a funny idea comes into my head. I grab Paul and kiss him deep, exhaling into his lungs. His eyes get wide…Lol, I know he can feel a buzz off the weed, even with just one hit
I tell him to take another…one long drag that finishes off the joint. This is so fuckin funny. He takes it.
We ended out the night in my bed like we sumtimes do. When I woke up in the morning tho…my head was still like this. Weird. Nothin is making sense.
“Hey Marc…” says Paul. He’s got this goofy gleam in his eye. “Go shower. I’ll come in and join you soon…”
Sounds like a plan. Fuck I’m still so fucked up I think I’d do just about anything someone told me to.
Paul and I scrub eachother down in the shower. I suck his thick cock while he stands there, just enjoying the water.
“Marc, just put on your underwear.” he says after we get out. So I do. Then we walk to the front yard…to be honest I’m really just following Paul.
There’s this black limo there. Paul tells me to get in, so I do.
“Paul…” says a voice in the dark of the car. “Did u smoke any of that joint?”
Paul lets out this giggle.
“Get in the car Paul,” the voice commands.
A year later, I’ve gained 20 pounds of muscle, but I probably lost that much in brains haha. My owner does all my thinking for me and Paul. Paul is my gym buddy and my fuckboi now, except for the nites when our owner wants one of our asses.
It’s the fuckin life, I tell u bro. I just gotta lift and swim and walk around in nothin but a speedo or a bright colored jockstrap. Paul has his own costume… our owner has him working as a butler in just a white thong and a black bow tie.
So as I was saying, it’s been 2 months and things have been
pretty good. I’m now the boss. Corporate don’t know any better thanks to the
reality shifting magic of the coin. I’ve even created a few extra new jobs. The
Companies day-care centre now has more little people attending, A few ex-colleagues
who were always immature around the workplace. They spend much of their time
crawling around as little nudists drooling and generally having the time of
their little lives. The security team now have a k9 unit Lucy and Isabelle from
human resources took that role immediately. They’re the most vicious attack
dogs I’ve ever seen. So funny to think people see them as a pair of German shepherds.
They’re currently in heat.
Randy is still the bathroom attendant and rumour has it he’s
doing a great job. Lucky he’s got plenty of drinking water. Thanks to the coin
he’s always ready to go therefore he’s always jerking. Little Michelle is the
cutest baby girl ever. She’s spends the days in the day care centre and at
night she’s looked after by a nanny at my new house. I moved out pretty much
after I gave myself a promotion. Not far, just into my rich neighbours house. They
still live there but as my maid and butler. Rachel and Karen are now my secretary’s/
executives of blowjobs they go around making rounds when someone needs some
relief. They do a great job.
So life was going great.
“Knock Knock”
Strange I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Come in”
I watched as this stunning 5’4 Brunette girl with a cleavage
to die for walks in. She was dressed in a simple purple top and denim jeans.
Her confidence and the way she approached more was something I recognised from
myself the last few months. I had a strange pulsing from my coin. It was a
sickly feeling what gave me Goosebumps.
“So James. You found yourself a coin of Anubis.
Congratulations.”
I looked at her blankly. She knows about my coin and where
it came from?
“Oh please. Don’t look so confused. This entire town reeks
of the magic you’re using. You’re lucky I found you first before Dimitri and
his minions did. You’re really altering a lot of people eh bud? Maybe wanna
calm it down?” she continued
I was taken back. Here I was just enjoying the gift I was
given and this total stranger comes and tells me what I’m doing is too much,
she doesn’t know me.
“Look Mrs?”
“Miss. Miss Eleanor Magowan, and you need to listen to me”
she continued.
I can’t believe this. Who does she think she is? I literally
have the power of the gods in my hands and she thinks she can come in here and
tell me I’m using my coin too much. What gives her the right? She needs to be
taken down a peg or two. I looked at her and stood up. Focusing my magic and
imaging her as my simple minded pet dog. Yeah that was perfect. After all she
was being a right bitch. I focused on exactly on what I wanted to change about
her first. She was going to lick lots. I twisted and moulded her personality to
be my obedient loyal dog. Except nothing happened. She just stood there looking
at me. A look of un-amused anger as she put her hands on her hips as if she was disappointed
“You’re really going to try and pull that bullshit on me
James? You really don’t know anything do you?
I felt a tingling sensation. Things became fuzzy
“You know there is more than one coin in the world don’t
you?”
I was getting confused. My cock was getting hard because of
how simple things in my mind were becoming.
“I’m going to have to let you cool off. Maybe indefinitely”
So hard to think. I look down as I feel a cool breeze my
clothing has vanished. Why am I naked?
I get distracted by the lady speaking but her words are big
and I smile at her. She’s so clever. She smiles back and I fall to my knees. I feel
a collar wrap around my neck and I become so aroused. I have to jerk off.
Something else
happens in my mind, another image flashes for the briefest of moments and I feel
my cock throb. It’s such an erotic image. It happens again, this time for
longer. I gasp with excitement and drool escapes my mouth. I know what I’m
supposed to be doing right now. I’m supposed to be sucking cock and being a
good boy for my Master. Where is my Master? I hear the lady say something about
taking me to him and I get really excited. She attaches a leash to my collar
and I eagerly follow behind her. Things become blurry and all I can really do
is follow instructions. Not a coherent thought in my own head,
Sometime later and I’m happily bobbing my head back and
fourth down on this big yummy cock. It’s so tasty and it’s all I ever want to
do for my master. Sometimes he fucks me but only if I’m really good. He just mostly
makes me suck him and his friends which is okay by me. Sometimes a pretty lady
comes and visits. Although she just watches whilst I be a good boy.
To be continued.
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Randy followed me into the bathroom before I could even
gather my thoughts, It seemed he saw Michelle as an actual baby supposed to
what I saw, an early 20 something lady dressed in just a diaper and simple pink
top.
“Dude, whose baby is that? You know Clarkes going to have a
fit if you brought your daughter to work again”
What the heck was he on about? Michelle wasn’t my daughter.
Could it be possible that the ring has altered reality so everyone remembers
her as my daughter?
“You going to answer me? I’m going to have to report you”
Looking over Randy I thought I can’t let this little jobsworth
effect my career. Not now, Not with this.
Clutching the ring in my pocket I squinted my eyes glaring
at him, I wished he was just a dumb nudist with nothing better to do than jerk
it all day in the bathroom. Yeah, he was the company bathroom slut. He would
Masturbate and suck people off all day. Paid minimum wage and he loved it. He
didn’t have the intelligence to do anything else.
Once again the ring sent a pleasant sensation through me and
I nearly cam just from the feeling. This could get quite addictive.
I looked over Randy
and you could see the changes. First his clothing vanished, he didn’t even
notice he kept looking at me waiting for an answer. Then a relaxed sensation
washed over him. Calm and docile as he sat on his bare bum and grabbed his
hardening dick. I chuckled as drool escaped his mouth. Looks like he’s really
dumb now.
“You won’t be telling anyone anything Randy. Enjoy your new
career. Literally sucking cock to get favour with the bosses”
Now. Let’s make a few changes around here.
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Brody should have been more careful in the biology lab. He was working late that night, with no assistant, and must’ve cut his finger while handling the gene therapy serum.
By the time he got home at 2am, he was feeling woozy and dazed. “You okay?” asked his boyfriend Mark.
“Hard to concentrate,” Brody grunted, turning on the kitchen light.
Mark gasped – Brody was hunched over and looked unwell, and his face was covered in a thick beard. His lab coat slipped to the ground, and Mark could see his arms had grown thick with fur and muscle.
“Brody – what happened? Did you get… infected or something in the lab?”
“Impossible,” Brody said, struggling to move. He collapsed to the floor. “There’s no way – this shouldn’t be happening.”
Mark knelt beside him. “What shouldn’t be happening?”
Brody looked up at him and Mark could see his face starting to push out into a muzzle, his ears rounding out and getting large.
“Shouldn’t, uh, shouldn’t work. Shouldn’t infect. Happen so fast. So, uh, weird,” Brody grunted. This didn’t sound like the internationally-recognized scientist Mark had fallen in love with, and he was terrified.
“Brody, what do we do?” Mark said, and was surprised to see his boyfriend grin.
Brody reached out with both arms, stronger than he’d ever been, and grabbed Mark. “We fuck,” he snarled, standing on swelling hairy feet and tucking the struggling Mark under one arm. He lumbered into the bedroom as Mark tried to break free, with only one thing on his simple mind.
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Do you mean jocks the clothing or jocks as in athletes? I’ll answer both to be safe. Jock clothing: hot, I’ve never worn a pair and I typically wear boxers so they might be annoying compared to what I’m used to but I think they look hot. Jocks the people are always sexy, they don’t even have to fit the dumb stereotype, muscles under a tight shirt or jersey is amazing to me, physically I want to work out to look like one someday, I don’t wanna try any hypnosis or get dumb in real life though. As for circumcision, again I ask what you mean. My thoughts on it happening as a part of tf? My thoughts on how someone thats circumcised looks? I don’t really have much of an opinion, I wouldn’t be into it happening, I guess it’s less annoying for guys who have been? I don’t really care one way or another is someone is, I’ve found that hard it kinda all looks the same to me. I hope I was able to answer your question, I’m not 100% sure what you were looking for bro
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