itsflyinglikeadragon:

The master control boots you see them advertised. The advertisement had them in a blue colour, while not your favourite of colours stood out. It was bold and so were the reflective stripes in the corner. You imagine them on your feet. How much they would stand out compared with the black shoes and jeans you wear for work. But they would look so good on your feet.

Without realising it you walk into the shop and straight towards the display of the shoes. The colours all perfectly displayed. The one you want is in sight, a bright red. Your favourite colour, even stemming to the shade of red shirt you are wearing. The black tip and sides accentuating the colour. Imaging them on your feet. That’s all you want right now.

Picking up a box of some size, you head to the changing rooms and slowly realise you are trying on a pair of shoes which have managed to enchant you so much. You wonder how well they’ll actually look on your feet.

Off come the boring shoes and socks and on goes the feel of the boot. It feels soft and comfortable. A small thought pops into your mind, why didn’t you put them on with socks? You don’t think much of it and take a step in them before realising you had managed to pick up a pair at least 5 sizes too big for your own feet.

But then again they don’t feel that bad do they? You look in the mirror and pull a cocky grin. They look well hot on you don’t they? All that looks wrong is well the rest of you. It just looks crap and not worthy of wearing these boots.

You think about if for a second but then something itches at you. You feel the need to get out of this shop and get someone worshiping these boots on you. That’s what they were made for. You think anyway. Where did these thoughts come from? Who knows but they sound well fucking worth it.

You pull up your trousers and walk out of the changing room, grinning at glances of yourself in the mirror. You flip open your phone and open one of those apps, and see messages flooding in from people wanting to worship your master boots. Picking one you like, you get them to come over later.

After walking home full of confidence, you look in your full length mirror and see a pair of grey trackies with red stripes and your Adidas top to match.

hypnojocks:

My friend, Dave acts wierd lately. He started to wear basketball shorts, sometimes he forgets to come to the classes, and he keeps speaking about a “special one” who changed his life. It makes it even wierder that he never refers to this special one with “he” or “she”, he just keeps calling it like that. Dave must be deeply in love. One day he called me with an excited voice: Dave said his special one wants to meet his best friend and he thought about me. How nice.

So I went to his place, and we waited to his special one on the terrace. He brought us some beer, and told some words about his only one. I know that he gets horny whenever he thinks about that person, and he would be eager to follow his special one whenever it wants. I got a bit tired to follow the conversation, when a guy appeared in white tanks and black basketball shorts. Dave got so excited his face started to shine as he watched the guy walking. “There my special one comes!” he screamed, and he started bulging under his shorts. He rubbed it gently when the tall, muscled guy walked up on the steps. Dave greeted him by kissing his dick through his shorts. The guy kept Dave’s head at his crotch, he started to sniff his junk. Clearly there was no underwear under the black shiny basketball shorts and as Dave kissed him, he got a hard on. I was shocked. I would never thought that my friend is secretly gay, and comes out this way.

-So this would be that friend of yours you think it would be worth worshipping me. Quite cute I have to say, but these clothes… Slave, jerk while I put this one under.

He said and Dave started to wank. While he was walking he kept focusing on the strangers hard on. What is so special about it? And what did he mean under worship? I will be never like Dave… He faced me and he started to swing his dick. Back and forth. Left and right. I was stunned by his size. So huge… So powerful… And he kept doing it while he was talking something. I took a deep breath and I tried to leave but my body became paralyzes as his cock moved. I kept watching as the lights played on his silky shorts. So smooth. So soft. It makes me want to reach out and stroke. I lifted my arms

-Nah boy! If you wanna touch it you can only do it with your lips. No hands allowed there. But when you get closer, you will be completely under my control. The choice is yours, you can just sit there and drool, or you can start doing what you wew born to: worship someone special. Be part of something special. You know that I’m your special one, don’t you?

I tried to think but it was so hard. All I cared at moment was his swinging dick and his soft shorts. I made up my mind. I have to belong to him. I need to do what I was born to. This is where I should be.

Source: hypnojocks

Eric was a high achieving student who was forced by his school to tutor the jocks. Most of them were fine except for Chad. Chad was the captain of the team and was a jerk to Eric no matter what. It seemed weird since all Eric was trying to do was help him, he wasn’t trying to sound like a no it all or anything.

One day at a tutoring session Chad pulled out an old watch and asked Eric if he could look at it for him. Eric having a slight interest in antiques decided to. But he got lost in it, he felt like he couldn’t look away. “Alright you know it all fucker, you hate being so fucking smart don’t you?” Chad said and Eric couldn’t talk, only nod his head. “Just let all that stuff get sucked into the watch, give it to me so that you can relax, don’t worry, I’ll give you stuff in return, huhuh” Chad said. Suddenly Eric felt it all slipping away as he lost school, attention span, and hours, even years of studying in almost an instant. Almost at the same exact time his muscles started to push out. His arms grew strong and buff as his hands got wider, his legs bulked with the strength to run and jump as his feet widened. His pecs pushed out and his stomach folded into nice abs. His tight clothes starting to rip. Chad on the other hand shrunk a little, he didn’t lose all his muscles, he just got a little leaner as Eric’s smarts flooded his brain. Meanwhile Eric was gaining knowledge of football rules and plays and working out. Chad helped Eric up and they both got into the weight room which was only a few doors away from the tutoring room (so the jocks could get right to practice). “Now pull off those clothes that don’t fit and hand them over” Chad demanded as Eric obeyed, standing there naked as his skin took on an awesome tan and he started to glimmer with sweat. Eric grabbed a towel and headed for the showers as if this was all normal and Chad slipped out, dressed in the smaller clothes. Finally over, Chad was about to be the know it all his pushy parents always wanted, and Eric was about to earn himself a football scholarship.

possessionbodythief:

I watched this kid for a while.  Kevin is his name.  He’s always been on the little runt side of the spectrum, but I always saw his true potential.  Always thought he’d make a fine host one day–when he finally hit that growth spurt and got on his own path to be a real stud.  

I was pretty fucking annoyed though when he ended up on some path to be a math genius.  The kid was 14 with offers from MIT and CalTech knocking on his door, but I knew this path to a Phd would do nothing for the development I actually gave a shit about.  It was Kevin’s dream to use his math talents to make the world a better place, but I had other plans.  

The little runt squirmed and winced like a little bitch ass as I started the takeover.  

“Wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable if you woulda put on some mass!” I grunted as I squeezed more and more of my ecto goodness down this kid’s throat.  

Every inch of his body flailed around wildly like he was a fish dancing on the ground, but then his back arched nice and high before he collapsed on the floor.  

Things went dark for a few seconds, but then I opened up my new eyes, raising my hands and seeing my new youthful body responding perfectly to me.  

Couldn’t help but smirk as I said my first words with this mouth, “I ain’t doin’ no math.”

There wasn’t much muscle to inspect on that first day, but I’ve been doing my pull up sets and workouts daily.  It’s a real shame Kevin didn’t do any of the ground work for me because fuck, this body is a natural.  Still, it’s been fun getting this body ready in time for football tryouts.  I’m gunning for varsity as a freshman.  

I think my new parents had already accepted the old Kevin’s dream of being a math wiz, but at the very least, I know my new Dad is secretly thrilled his boy is gonna follow in his college athlete and frat bro footsteps.  Gonna make the old man proud (funny since I’m technically older than him), and you can bet I’ll be getting a lot of pussy along the way.  Don’t worry though–I’ll probably release Kevin once I hit his early 30′s.  He’ll have plenty of time left to be a math genius.  

nudeflikker:

feel free…be nude

It was very strange when I pulled up to the Baxter estate and saw a crowd of naked men there to greet me just behind the gate. I had just finished my masters degree in business and at 28 I was ready to take on the world. I applied for a bunch of jobs but the CEO of Baxter computer programing had hired me on as a consultant of some sort. I was invited directly to the CEOs ridiculously huge mansion estate as a sort of congratulations which I found strange. I never thought I’d be interacting directly with the higher ups just after I got hired. But now it was really strange as I pulled up.

As soon as I got out they welcomed me and one of them escorted me inside, patting my back and I felt an odd pinch in the base of my neck. I got into what seemed to be a home office and was left alone with Mr. Baxter as the naked muscle man left.

“I don’t mean to be rude but what is with all of them” I asked. Mr. Baxter just chuckled a bit “all men have needs” he shrugged “I’m rich, I’m single, and I’m a little too old for dating, it’s just a fun uniform I impose on my servants, none of them mind, it’s in their contracts and they knew ahead of time the requirement, but they get paid a lot and are allowed to live in house so none of them care, once they hit their mid 30s I ask them to retire and they get a generous pension” he went on explaining. It was still weird but I guess as long as he’s paying them and they don’t mind what an older rich man dies in private is his business.

“You don’t seem that old to me sir” I say deciding to stay on his good side, it was true though he couldn’t be much older then late 40s, maybe barely 50? “Well that’s very kind of you” he said nodding “but dating is well out of the question, even if I did I’d just end up with a gold digger at this point” he laughed and offered me a drink. I accepted and he rang a buzzer on his desk and called for some drinks, a few minutes later another one of those guys came in carrying a tray with a beer bottle and two glasses on it.

“Do you have similar needs, Mr. Harris?” Mr. Baxter asked me out of the blue as he poured us each a glass. “What do you mean?” I asked as I started to feel all tingly. “Every man has them” he simply stated and the naked weight gave a grin at me as if he were in on some joke I wasn’t aware of. “Do you want to have upon naked men?” He asked bluntly “Uh no sir, I have a girlfriend actually, since college” it was obvious Mr. Baxter was gay if he hired men to be nude in his house, which was fine I don’t really care one way or the other, but I had no interest in actively looking.

“No your right, I think your more the type that likes to be faced upon” he said smiling as the tingling got worse and suddenly I started sweating as it felt hot in here. “What no, not that…either…is it hot in here?” I asked starting to loosen my tie. The nude man nodded at me, agreeing that it was, he was covered in sweat. “You can relax in here” was all Mr. Baxter said as I was feeling too hot! I started to unbutton my shirt a bit and look up at Baxter to see if this was rude but he just nodded in approval so I kept going. It should be weird to strip in your new bosses house but my head was feeling cloudy and my shirt was feeling so tight. My muscles ached as a shelf of pecs pushed out, making my nipples appear to point down a little and my stomach, which was already flat, pushed out and chiseled themselves into a nice 6 pack. I slipped off the button up shirt and pulled off the tank top I wear under as my biceps puffed out and my shoulders popped as they got wider. My pants felt right as my leg muscles got bigger and I was dimly aware of pressure on my dress shoes as my feet cracked and popped and grew. Master, I mean Baxter gave me another nod as I eagerly unbuttoned my dress pants and pulled down my tight briefs as my feet ripped out of my shoes and I kicked them off. My skin took on a nice tan as I stood up naked in front of him. “That’s much better” I moaned, my voice deeper and dumber as my college knowledge started to drain out “flex” master said and I did it, flexing my arms first, then switching to different poses, each one seeming to take away a year of schooling and relationships as I started to find both men in the room sexy. He finally had me stop once most of high school was gone. “You look really nice Harris, I think your just the men to fill in the opening I have at my house, last guy just retired” he said and I grinned at him. All I had to do would be follow orders in this place for 10 or 15 years and I’d be set for life? When else would a high school drop out get that opportunity “sure thing sir I’d love to, huhuhuh” I laughed. “Perfect, you can take over cleaning my pool, but first, help the boys get rid of that strange car someone left parked outside the estate” he said and I nodded, leaving. “The chip you put in him worked perfect” Mr. Baxter said to the man with the trey who nodded and laughed, then left the room.

Source: bidelyon

On the final months of his senior year at college Brads friends dared him to sit butt naked in the old field near campus where historically the hippie movement had protests during the early 70s. Feeling he had spent his entire college life studying and never having fun or getting the “authentic college experience” he reluctantly agreed. Doing something goofy or having some hazing was part of that experience after all. As his friends watched, he stripped down and slowly lowered himself to the grass, shuddering and imagining the long shower he would need when he got back to his dorm. When his bare skin touched the grass however a sharp shock surged through him and a strange glow of colors surrounded him, coming from seemingly nowhere, scaring his friends. They could only watch, too startled to move as their friend grew younger, losing the last four years of college, his facial stubble, his worry lines, and most signs of maturity. His hair sprouted forth, growing longer and thicker than it had ever been, in ridiculous, unwashed curls that would have sickened the former Brad. The slight ramen gut receeded and his chest flattened, becoming smooth and toned with young, healthy pecs and the slight outline of abs. All over his body cracked, stretching out and growing tall, goofy, and slightly awkward with large hands, long fingers and big, gangly feet. All across him a healthy tan spread with no real solid tan lines visible, showing he was no stranger to being naked outside now, only a slight smudge of white skin around his bare ass and noticeably longer dick, suggesting sometimes he wore boxers or shorts, but not often. His mind was no stranger to the changes either being hurtled back through time with visions of protests, drug fueled parties and lots of sex, dulling knowledge, stress, the last 4 years of college, and the last 40 years of history from his brain leaving him just a horny, happy 70s teen. “Far out!” He slurred in a high pitched stupor of a voice. “Dudes, come dig this grass!” He reached out with new strength and speed pulling his old friends into the grass, the college was about to have a serious pot problem…

You couldn’t stand having to spend some of your summer time with your family down south. You were born and raised in one of the wealthier families of New York City, but it was only because your mom married well, the money being from your dads side. Your aunt and uncle from her side were average middle class people who lived down south and were sort of rednecks. Your mother though insisted before you just lived off the family inheritance you at least get some experience in hard work so here you are. What made it worse were your cousins. Tyler and Cody, twins who seemed to feed on each other’s dumbness. Just when it seemed they couldn’t fit the stereotype better, one of them did something dumber and the other would copy. Twinlepethy in its worst form. They were only a year or 2 younger then you so they constantly tried to spend time with you. But you literally had no interests in common, they liked the wrestle outside or drive their ATV’s around or go out hunting. Hunting of all things! They didn’t have good internet and the tv was only a basic local package so unless you were into sports or local news there was no tv either.

You bared through it for a few weeks until finally it was over. You had a hard time doing the chores, not because you were spoiled but because you just didn’t have a lot of strength. The day before you would leave your cousins gave a gift of sorts, a confederate hat. You didn’t even get a chance to react because Tyler just shoved it on your head. And suddenly it was like a light switch, your intelligence drained out, flushed away along with your criticisms of your cousins as your pecs started to puff out, your stomach getting flat into not quite abs but almost there as some dark hair starts to sprout causing your skin to itch. A slight beard started to grow on your face as your shorts turned into jeans and your shoes burst open as big tan feet spread out on the ground. The soles instantly hardening like someone who’s always been barefoot. Your arms start to ache and swell, getting stronger for lifting and wrestling as all your old interests vanish, replaced by hard work, drinking with your cousins…no wait, your brothers, and going mud wrestling with them and the boys. Your face looks more manly now but also younger as you become the same age as them and remember that your a group of triplets who couldn’t be more identical mentally if you tried. With a “Yee haw!” You get ready to go inside to see your rich aunt.