noisilysaltyking:

Birthday party

Today was Jonathans 21st birthday. He was one of those total twinks and a little bit frustrated about his tiny body and small muscles. If he could have changed the body he would have done it. It was his biggest wish to get a hot body to fuck some chicks. So I wanted to grant this wish…with some major cuts.

So I organized a birthday party for him at the HimboInstitue headquarters.

In the evening he stepped into the reception room and asked the young recption man: “I’m Jonathan, do you know where my birthday party takes place?”

“Like ya bro follow me.”

As Jonathan followed the reception guy he noticed his tight jeans. The whole building was pretty sterile and quiet. They stopped at a metal door.

The reception guy said: “Like here you have to go.”

He opened the door and Jonathan stepped in. As Jonathan was in the room he noticed that there was no other door. Suddenly the door has been locked. Jonathan was pretty anxious. What kind of birthday party was that? Abruptly the room began to pull down. It was an elevator!

Jonathan heard a sort of hissing noise in the room. A pink gas came frome openings in the wall. He gasped, tried not to inhale it. But the gas came closer and closer. He had to inhale it at last. His biceps began to grow, also his chest.
“Mmmmmmmhh….what’s happening?”
Then his pecs inflated into a hot six pack. His face became more manly and his lips grew too.
“I look fucking hot…yeahh! Now I’ll get all the tops!”…“The tops?…Wha…?” Another hissing noise. “Mmmmmhhh…smells soo good…like bubble gum….” He felt hiss ass grow outwards like ballons. “Gotta get fucked all the time….mmmhhh…nooo…I’m straight … noo …totally gay … Yeaaahhh! I want cock!” His clothes transformed into a hot “gogo boy like” outfit. The elevator door opened and before him was a bed with me on it.

Me: “Ah there you are. Come, sit down make some hot poses to get me hard.”
JonniBoy: “Like ya bro!”

After that I got some other himbo boys in the room and they taught Jonni how to strip rightly. Then I fucked him and shot a big juicy load between his two new globes of asscheeks. It was a great idea to organize this party for him!

Man now I have fun with JonniBoy. And he has fun too. He is one of the most wanted gay pornstars in the world. And my personal fuckdoll.

Happy birthday JonniBoy.

hypnopup:

I’d seen him come into the diner every night this week—always during my shift. He’d camp out in a booth near the back with his laptop and a stack of books. Some grad student, I figured. 

Always the same cocky attitude. Always the same shitty tip. So every night, I’d add a little bit more of the serum into his coffee. Watching as he started to bend down and lick his plates clean with his tongue. And sniff at my hand whenever I brought over a new mug.

When I brought him his check tonight, I’d slipped my hand under his shirt and scratched his furry stomach. Dick hardening painfully in my slacks as he panted happily. I eyed his plates—licked clean.

“Good boy,” I whispered. He moaned softly and I his cock tent his pants. It was time.

“Come,” I said. And started walking out. He hesitated for a second, then followed at my heels. Not bothering to hide his erection.

He was silent on the ride to my apartment, looking back and forth between me and his still hard dick. Curious. Confused. Horny. 

I pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt—locking the door, then addressing my new boy.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Steve…” he said, voice trembling. “Steve.”

“Huh, no. I don’t think that’s right.”

“It…isn’t?”

“Nooo. Your name is Sparky.”

“Spar…ky? Uh. No, I’m—”

I stepped closer to him and he bowed his head, meekly. I started rubbing his neck, then scratching behind his ears. Sparky’s shoulders relaxed and he leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I was slowly undoing his pants.

“There we go, that’s a good boy. You’re a good boy, right?”

“Yes sir.”

I pulled down his pants, and let his hard cock bounce out. “A good little puppy with a nice big cock, apparently.” 

His chest puffed out at the compliment. And I rewarded him with a few swift tugs.

“But that’s weird. Don’t puppies stay on all fours?” Slowly, I pressed on the back of his neck. Bringing him down, down, down. Till his knees were on the floor and his ass in the air. 

His eyes flashed with almost-realization. But as I kept toying with my pup’s big dick, I saw the fear overtaken by animalistic horniness. His eyes glazed over as he started pumping into my hand.

“That’s a good boy. A good dog.”

He whimpered. Loud. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Half man, half pup. Snapback still on his head. 

“Look at that big, meaty ass. Good boy!”

He couldn’t help himself. He wagged. Excited by the compliment from his new master.

“Attaboy. Play with your big cock for me, Sparky. Show me what a slutty puppy you are. Looks like you won’t be finishing the semester. Too many dicks to suck, huh?”

Sparky arched his back and started rubbing his dick for me. Moaning and whimpering like the horny pup he was.

Should’ve tipped. 

hypnopup:

I caught Jeremy sniffing my jock after practice at the start of this semester. He was a freshman and I was varsity. Poor guy. He looked up to me. Admired me. Wanted my dick so bad.

It was too easy.

After that first week, I started dosing my jocks with the serum and leaving them around for him to find. He’d sneak them out of the laundry bin when he thought no one was looking, then bury his face in my used jock. Sniffing deep. Tasting the sweat and pre-cum I’d left for him.

This last one I’d worn all week long—during every workout and practice. Even shot a load into it this morning. I held back after the game, taking my time in the shower. Told the other guys I’d catch up with them.

On my way back to the locker, I casually tossed my jock in with the others in the dirty laundry. And waited.

He tried to fight it. I’m sure he did. But he was too weak. Too addicted to the smell and the taste. When I went back five minutes later, there he was. Crouched in front of the laundry bin, moaning as he pressed my jock into his face.

“Hey pup,” I said.

Jeremy spun around, eyes widening in horror. My sweaty jock just hung from his mouth.

“No, no. Don’t be scared. Here, give me that.”

I tried to take the jock from his mouth, but he instinctively bit down on the fabric. That only made me grin wider.

“Open, dog.”

There was a flash in Jeremy’s eyes as he realized how he was acting.

“Fuck. Dave, I’m—”

“I didn’t tell you to speak, boy. And I don’t think dogs wear uniforms either.”

He ducked his head, belittled and embarrassed. But I could see his dick getting hard in his pants. Without saying a word, he slowly started taking off his clothes. Still on the floor in front of me.

I reached down and gave his hard uncut cock a few quick tugs.

“Good boy,” I said.

He whimpered—leaking pre-cum all over my hand.

“Aw, I think he likes that.”

“Please…don’t stop.”

“No talking. If you want your cock touched, you’ll whimper.”

Jeremy raised his ass up and made a pathetic pawing gesture at his dick. Then whimpered again.

“You want my smelly jock back, boy? Is that what you want, you horny little fuck puppy?”

Jeremy whined and looked hungrily at the jock. His dick leaked a strand onto the locker room floor. 

“Then beg. Beg and wag that twinky little ass of yours, pup. Show me what a good boy you are.”

His eyes glazed over with horniness and he wagged. His dick slapped against his thighs loudly, echoing around the locker room. The bitch was mine.

“That’s a good boy. I wonder what other tricks you know, little fuck puppy? Guess I’ll have all summer to train you.”

Yeah. He’d be spending a lot more time looking up to me. From his new place at my feet.

cannibal-chow:

Jeff was a gamer guy with shirt blond hair and glasses who was staying at home playing some video games but of course he got the munchies. He called a local pizza place and ordered a veggie pizza since he didn’t like meat much. He waited around the pizza to come which took longer but he heard the doorbell and answered it. The delivery guy had a weird smell and sounded slow but he shrugged it off and paid the guy then took the pizza to the kitchen. “Now to eat up!” He eats a slice and feels weird so he smells the pizza and it as a weird smell too. “Huh I guess new veggies or something.” He feels his head tingle as his hair grows longer and turns dark brown. Then his muscles begin to show a little. “Woah man I feel weird.” He grows a goatee as he feels dumber. “Duuude I got the munchies.” He grabs another slice and wolfs it down then feels his shirt and jeans changed to some baggy weed smelling clothes. He eats another slice as his DC shoes turn into scuffed up vans with no socks. His mind gets all cloudy from the years of smoking. “Duuude gotta go out with the gang and get some hash.” With that he leaves the house with some cash ready to buy for his buds.

Thanks dude 🙂

Satyr Hills (Flash Commission)

wesleybracken:

Commissioned by @musclelover4826

Dan leaned lightly against a tree, his ears straining for the song. The wind had picked up as he’d climbed higher through the hills where he’d been walking, making it harder to hear, but there! Yes, that was it, a light trill, but enough. He had only been planning a short walk through the lands surrounding the greek villa he was staying in for his week of vacation, but he’d heard someone playing some strange, lilting tune, distantly on the wind. It had glued itself in his mind immediately, and he found himself desperate to find the person playing it. He trudged away from the path, and was now miles from where he’d began.

He knew he should be worried, but every time the song caught him he was again drawn to it. He also hadn’t been prepared for this long of a walk–while by no means out of shape, he was not much of an athlete–skinny, more accustomed to days in studying at the library than fields and pitches–or even long hikes like this had become. He took his glasses off to wipe sweat from his brow, thankful for the breeze to cool him down somewhat, and kept going. Half an hour later, the woods thinned slightly–he came around a trunk, and there, sitting on a wide stump was a satyr, panpipes at his lips, playing his song, Dan’s song. His jaw dropped, and he tried to stop and stare, but whatever tune the strange beast was playing pulled him closer still, the breeze now even colder against his bare skin.

Bare skin? He looked down, and then around behind him. He’d…lost all of his clothes, and they were nowhere to be seen! He’d been so hot, walking, had he taken them off to cool down? It had seemed so reasonable in the moment, but…but the song pressed against his mind, and drove out his worries again, bringing him to the satyr’s side. He looked a bit older than Dan, in his mid thirties, with a shaggy brown made of hair coating his head, and also his legs–but two huge ram horns sprouting from his temples implied that the beast was likely much older than Dan could guess.

At last, he set down the pipes, but the tune was still caught in his mind, playing over and over again, a seamless loop binding him to the satyr’s side, no matter how hard he struggled against the compulsion. “Good to know, after such a long sleep, the world still has beauties such as you,” he said to Dan, as one sharp nail ran it’s way down Dan’s front to his cock, the satyr licking his bearded lips before leaning over and running his tongue along Dan’s cock from root to head. His cock began to tingle, a new sensation filling his mind–lust, pure and simple. He’d never had much desire for sex, but soon, he was heaving for breath, eyes rolled back, no thought of resisting as the satyr stood, bent Dan over the side of the stump, and turned his attentions to the young man’s hole, licking and probing with his tongue, feeling the tight cherry begin to unknot and loosen.

Dan kept trying to fight back, but now the lust was overwhelming even the song still running through his mind. He reached down with one hand, and helplessly stroked his cock. It was still slick with the satyr’s saliva, but it felt…different. Thicker and longer than it had, and so much more sensitive than before. It began to leak, precum dribbling onto the surface of the stump, the scent of fresh cum driving him even more wild, the satyr pulling his mouth from his now very loose hole, lining up it’s own cock, and slipping it in deep with a long, loud moaning bleet of pleasure. Dan felt himself explode, a massive torrent of cum pouring forth from his cock, and yet, he could sense, somehow, that it was more than just cum leaving him, but also…himself. His memories, his elevated desires, his sense of self, his sense of humanity. He felt crippled by the overwhelming joy, and had no time to recover before a second, equally massive orgasm ripped through him, shimmering cum spraying across the surface of the stump where it was absorbed by the wood, with no trace remaining. This continued for what felt like hours, but could have been minutes, the Satyr’s hands exploring his body, until, at long last, the beast’s pace quickened, and with a cry that echoed through the hills, he came deep in Dan’s hole as well.

It was like a fire burning inside him. The Satyr pulled out and stepped back, and Dan rolled over onto his back on the stump, his insides aching, but his hands couldn’t leave his cock. The shaft grew longer, but his balls, which had shriveled slightly in the wake of his orgams, swelled again, fuller and thicker than before. The skin thickened into a hide, and a dusting of deep blonde hair grew in, coating the sack before spreading it’s way down his thighs, muscles thickening even as his legs shortened, ankles and feet contorting until he no longer had feet, but cloven hooves at the base of his new legs. The rest of him was changing as well–his lithe body bulging with newfound muscle, a ridged six pack, hard pectorals, strong arms stroking his thick cock, feeling the heat begin to claw through his mind, emptying it out of everything beyond the most basic of desires. Food. Wine. Pleasure. Sex. Service. He could see so clearly–not only without glasses, which had long since been smashed under the satyr’s hoof–but the path forward as well. There was only pleasure, in the end; why had he ever let things become so complicated? As Dan came one last time, two small horns pushed their way out from the side of his head, each an inch long–nothing like the ones adorning his new master, but perhaps in time…

The satyr took his new thrall again, both of them enjoying Dan’s new body through the evening and deep into the night, and then resting together, the old satyr playing one of his favorite lullabies to lull them both to sleep–though not as deep as the one he had just woken from. No, he had seen a glimpse of this modern world’s men–he thirsted for more, and this one would help him. Together, they would make many more brothers for themselves, living happily in the hills and forests, just as they had in centuries past.

Thank you so much for the story I know it was an odd request

The compound has a new home

I decided I enjoyed writing the compound enough to justify making it a story. I will still write it on here too but I have a full on non picture story of it started on cyoc. If you are a fan of that particular series, it would mean a lot if you have this incarnation of it some love and support. If you use cyoc feel free to add chapters and I will try to get a chapter of the main story up daily or every other day hopefully, unless I hit a block. Thanks you guys

http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_105520.html

Tom was happy when it finally downloaded. The chronivac program had a lot of rumors floating around about what it was capable of. Tom finally found a few website posts that gave him links to each other and once he was deep enough in the Internet he found a place to buy and download it. He nervously opened it up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the program, half worried it could have been a virus or something.

The screen said “subject located: Tom” and then listed his stats

Name: Tom West
Age: 24
Species: human
Race: Caucasian (white)
Sexual orientation: bi
IQ: 115
Weight: 150 lbs (mostly fat)
Height: 5’4
Body type: average (slightly overweight)
Social status: unpopular college student (nerd subcategory)

“Yikes it can really know all that?” He wondered. Next to all the info was a picture of him and he had options to change all that himself, or let the program randomly decide.

He was sick of being nerdy so he looked through the social options and saw “popular college student (jock)” and choose that right away. Since it was a whole category it changed all the stats for him and he pressed “go” before he saw all the changes it made.

Name: Johnny West
Age: 21
Species: human
Race: Caucasian (tanned)
Sexual orientation: heterosexual
IQ: 95
Weight: 140 lbs (mostly muscle)
Height: 6’2
Body type: muscular (sports and gym goer)
Social status: popular college student (jock subcategory)
Mental changes: yes
Awareness of change: none

He caught a glimpse of that when the picture change. “No wait I didn’t want to be stupid!” He shouted but the changes started before he could grab the keyboard. His skin tingled and tanned nicely. His muscles pulsed and hurt and started to balloon out, especially his upper body but he didn’t forget leg day either. His brownish hair got shorter and styled itself as his too tight clothes changed into a black t-shirt and some athletic shorts.

His mind started to dumb down as he forgot a lot of info from college and high school. But he remembered a ton of info about football plays. He gave a dumb grin as he flexed his big bicep and admired it. Forgetting why he was in front of a computer, that shit was for nerds!
(Sorry if it’s so long winded, I saw this pic and just had to do a story, but this is my first chronivac story)

Source: beddablereds

jockbender:

Chavformer 500

In my line of work, the cops can be a total pain in the neck. I can’t tell you how many deals I’ve had to abort because of the fuzz or how many of my rent boys they’ve pulled in on trumped up charges just to intimidate me.

Fortunately, since I got the Chavformer 500, the cops haven’t been so much of a problem. Take these two for example, the one on the left used to be Sergeant Mills and the other was PC Robbins but that was before they got a full power blast of the Chavformer when they tried to bring me in for enquiries.

It was funny to watch their reactions as the device got to work on them. They knew something was up they started shrinking in their uniforms, quickly regressing back to their early twenties. Sergeant Mills got it worse, losing his beard and muscular physique and even ending up younger than his former colleague.

In no time, they were swimming in their formerly form fitting uniforms but of course that was just the start. Before they could react to the physical changes, the their uniforms quickly shifted into tracksuits and trainers, and the mental changes I’d pre-programmed kicked in, their memories and history rewritten to leave me with two hot new rent boys for my stable of men.

I couldn’t help laugh as the two transformed cops adopted a cocky swagger. The one who’d been Sergeant Mills, groped his crotch suggestively with one hand in his trackies and flipped me the bird with the other. Yes, they’d both turned out perfectly, yet another policing problem solved with the Chavformer 500!

hypnopup:

hypnopupkit:

First person story request about me by @hypnopup

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I parked on the street next to a big shady oak tree as Siri alerted me that I had arrived at my destination. My heart was racing, I don’t know that I’m ready to date again yet, but this guy is so cute and something about our conversations just has me hooked already!

I unlocked my phone and double checked the address before taking a deep breath and step out of my car and lock the door.

Shakily I walk to the front door. What’s the big deal? You used to do this all the time before you met your ex of nearly 3 years. So what if this is the first time dating again since being single? It’s just a date, what’s the worst that can happen, no second date? You’ll be fine.

As I tried to talk myself into being calm, all of the thoughts of dates gone wrong begin to race through my head. What if I end up dead? *I knock on the door* What if he is nothing like his picture? Do I leave? FUCK! What was his name again? John…Josh….James…? The door opens as I contemplate these thoughts, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

The man standing in front of me was so attractive, I felt weak in the knees. He didn’t look much like his pictures though. The shots he sent me must have been a few years old at least. The man standing in front of me is much more muscled, well defined and taller than his pictures lead on. He immediately stepped outside and wrapped me into a big hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

I blush shyly as I mention awkwardly how attractive he is and hug him back, feeling lost in his strength.

“I’m still finishing up getting ready, want to come in for a second while I do that?” He eyed me up and down as he spoke, taking in my every feature, not that I wasn’t doing the same thing to him. I followed him inside as he offered me a drink, which I graciously accepted. I began to sip on the beverage as I looked around, the house was spartan, not much here that you wouldn’t find in a run-of-the-mill dorm setting. I contemplated sitting on the futon while I waited for him, but it looked dingy and unclean, so I resolved to stand. 

“Alright,” he announced as he entered the living room from the bedroom, looking even more fine than before, “I think you’re all ready.” 

I laugh at his obvious mistake, “Ummm, I think you mean YOU’RE ready, I already was when I got here.” I bring the glass to my lips and finish the remainder of what tasted like off-brand root beer.

“No no, I never make mistakes. You’re about to find that out for yourself pup. You should always be careful what you drink when offered from someone who is still a stranger.”

Oh, shit, I thought. Here comes the crazy, time to make a move for my escape already. The look in his eye turned from a warm glow to a heated lust. “You know, I’m really sorry; but, this is all too much for me, I think I should go… I just got out of a long relationship and I….”

He walked toward me and placed his hand over my mouth, stopping my talking instantly. My heart raced faster and my head felt fuzzy. “Stop talking and don’t move.” His hand traveled from my face to my jaw line and down my neck to my pec where he lightly traced my hard nipple through my shirt.

I tried to protest, but no sounds came out. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t respond to the signals my brain was sending. 

“You see,” he continued, “I have a unique interest in you, which is why I had your ex break up with you. I don’t need to go on a date with you, because I can have you or not at my own choosing, and you are definitely a pup I want for my collection.” His hands traveled down my torso to my pants as he fiddled with the button. I stared at him motionlessly as my mind tried to make me to move; but, nothing was working. My head, so fuzzy. Run dammit! Why won’t I do anything!?

“You’re probably trying to move, maybe even run right now, that is fine. Go ahead and try. I’m afraid it won’t do you any good though.” The button of my shorts pushed through the adjacent opening and my pants fell to the floor in a pool around my ankles. Without hesitating, he grabbed the full pouch of my undies, lightly squeezing and fondling my  balls and cock through the fabric. 

“Get hard.” 

The two words acted like an electric jolt through my body as my cock instantly swelled under his grasp. My eyes grew wide as I stared straight ahead at him. 

“Good boy.” He grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and lifted up while instructing me to raise my arms with it. The shirt slid over my body, as I was useless to stop it. He moved to my underwear next, pulling them swiftly down my legs, leaving me completely nude in front of him.

“Such a gooooood booooy.” His words of praise made my cock jolt again as my mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. His hand traced lightly from my balls, up my abs to my pecs and then wandered around the tattoo on my shoulder and arm. Goosebumps prickled across my whole body. 

“How do you feel boy? You may speak.” 

I struggled to find words in my head again and finally answered with a series of whines and an unsure “Arrrooofff.” I looked at him with horror and confusion at my sudden situation and dog-like outburst.

“Good boy! Your mind is mine now, you’re my new doggy boy. But, dogs don’t stand on all fours, do they?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I could feel my body comply with his wishes as my knees and hands met the floor. I looked up at him, the action naturally making my mouth hang open as my tongue fell out like a dog panting. “Speak boy!”

“Arrruuff Grrruuff Wrrooofff!” 

He crouched down and scratched behind my ears and down my back. Oh my GOD! It felt so fucking good! I needed more! I ran around in circles at his feet. “Such a good pup! Good boy! I don’t normally let pets on the couch, but hop up boy and show me that puppy tail!” 

My ass wagged back and forth excitedly as I did what he said and hopped over my pile of clothes and presented my round cheeks by placing one leg up onto the futon. My dick hard as a rock swinging beneath me. I looked over at him as he pulled off his clothes an swung his massive cock out of his tight fitting underwear. I looked at it longingly. Never mind that I’m a dog now or that I was a total top before, I couldn’t wait for him to bury his bone in me any more and let out a longing howl of desperation. 

“There you go boy, is this what you wanted?” He came up behind me and mounted me slowly, his girth filling my entire body as I let out involuntary whines and whimpers of pleasure. “God! You feel so fucking good pup!” He began to pump into me, rubbing his cock back and forth across my engorged prostate as he grabbed my hips to propel himself as deep into me as possible. “See, you’ll be my pup forever once I cum inside of you, and isn’t it so much nicer to belong to me? Looks like you won’t have to worry about dating after all.”

Good boy, @hypnopupkit.

More pup hypno please 🙂