The camping trip was going off without a hitch, until someone brought a case of “bro beer” no one knew what it was but drank it anyway, not realizing what it would do to them…until it was too late. They strutted around shirtless and showing off the big muscles they didn’t have yesterday. Here’s the group photo and it would be a trip they wouldn’t forget
I walked into the room that my boyfriend set up for our romantic date. The dim lighting and candle light totally put me in the mood. I got harder as I started to get dizzy, maybe the smell from the candle? I suddenly got very hot so I started to strip down until I was completely naked. Then I noticed the scented oil and couldn’t stop myself as I rubbed it all over myself. My muscles pumped up as I rubbed the oil on. I got bigger and bigger as it got harder and harder to think. Then when I heard the door open I knew it was him and I got on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up in the air.
“Hey I’m ready master” I felt myself say in an all too eager voice.
He was head over heels in love with her. But he was not her type… So she started slipping some of the serum in his drinks whenever they met up at the club. He didn’t notice as he got dumber and bigger. He started going shirtless more often until he became the perfect boyfriend.
For the last two weeks, he has been walking around shirtless, showing me his body and thinking nothing of it. He has been slowly getting more into pleasing me, doing chores for me, cooking and washing and cleaning up or me.
And every night, when he goes to sleep, I take it a little further. He has been losing interest in girls. He used to bring two or three home each week, but for the las two weeks it has been just the two of us, enjoying our mutual company every afternoon.
Slowly, but certainly, he’s moving towards me. Today I casually brushed his chest when we were making breakfast and he just smiled and went on.
The time will come, when he learns that my touch gives him pleasure, that my presence makes him happy, and that sex with me is just something that has to happen. The time will come when he falls in love with me, when he will be mine.
It’s taken a lot of getting used to, since Master decided that Parker and I needed to mix up our relationship. Normally Parker is the most dedicated submissive you’ll ever meet – but nowadays, whenever he wears Master’s magic cap, Parker becomes the Boss. His whole personality changes – not only does he become a demanding master, but also an aggressive top, with a physical need to fuck me hard.
This has all just been too much to deal with. I complained to Master, but He just laughed and said I was the one who needed to learn a lesson here. But He does have a magic collar for me to wear – He says that’ll make it easier for me. Says it’ll give me a whole new attitude, in fact.
Here he is, the prize of my whole collection. He started out as a nerdy art student in college who came to intern with me. But as we worked I played the hypnosis tracks in the background and slowly he started working out. He started wearing more revealing clothes. He started doing bad in school but I promised I would hire him on full time if the school would no longer provide the internship. He dropped out and finally, when I decided the time was right, I showed him his pedestal and had him take his shirt off. He’s well cared for, fed, and given the chances to keep up his body, but most of the time he’s here, as part of my living art collection.
Although if your interested because of this situation…there is an open spot for a new intern
Nobody at the gym could quite explain what happened to your personal trainer Chet. He’d just gone home with some big-titted bimbo at the bar and come in the next day a little unfocused, unable to remember the routines.
You knew something was definitely up when the day after Chet kept giggling uncontrollably and you had to practically lead him to every machine to spot you. Not only that but he had a hell of a pec pump considering it wasn’t chest day and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his nipples.
By day 3 Chet was just mostly staring blankly as you worked out. His pecs looked massive and bounced with each of your reps, sometimes eliciting a small pleasurable grunt from him. Part way through the bench press you realized he was just staring at your crotch and drooling. You put down your weights, this had to stop.
“Listen Chet I’ve got a girlf-” you put your hand on his chest and felt it sink into his massive hairy pec flesh. You swallow dryly as his other hand tugs one of his fat nipples and you’re drawn to the hairy gulf between them. When you notice Chet’s rock hard in his gym shorts you peel away and head home.
On day 4 Chet doesn’t show up for work. The guys at the gym ask you to swing by his place and you know you shouldn’t but you can’t help yourself. Last night your girlfriend had so many problems and ideas and her body felt so flat you couldn’t even get it up.
The door to Chet’s apartment is cracked open and a groaning sound is coming from inside. All it takes is seeing Chet on his couch, sucking the nipple of his own massive pec as he rubs one out for you to strip off your clothes and forget your girlfriend. You need this big-titted himbo for yourself.
Of course a full day of fucking makes it pretty easy to not notice how light headed you’re getting…or that tingle in your nipples.
Meet Chad and Brody. They look every inch the preened gym bros don’t they? What if told you that this morning, youthful eighteen year old Chad was a forty five year old history professor at my college or that his twenty one year old brah Brody was in fact Dave Salter, one of his best grad students?
It seems hard to believe doesn’t it? Well, I don’t blame you for being sceptical but the truth is that I did this to them as punishment for making me look stupid when I got a question wrong during classes the other day.
Don’t believe me? Well, you should, you see I’m someone you don’t want to piss off, at least not since my iPhone got zapped during a power surge a week ago. Ever since then, I’ve found that anyone I take a photo of is transformed into a total jock stud. I found out by accident only the next day when my roomie asked for a decent photo of himself to put on some dating site. One second he was Paul Jones standing there looking slouchy in his usual hoodie and jeans and the next moment he’d transformed into this bulked up, tanned guy in gym gear with a backwards baseball cap neatly perched on his head. The weird thing was that no one noticed except me. Everyone else remembered me rooming with Xander, the douchy bro studying Business who acted like he owned the place and tried to hit on anything in a skirt.
Although Xander was a total idiot, he did have a hot body which compensated slightly for his behaviour, untidiness and lack of smarts and of course, I was thrilled by the interesting possibilities for revenge and mayhem offered by my cursed phone.
So it was that after classes the next week when I heard that the prof was going to give Dave a lift home, I surreptitiously crept outside so I could be nearby as they got into the Prof’s car. As they settled into their respective seats, I snapped the camera on my phone and, just as with Paul/Xander, the transformation quickly took effect.
The results fulfilled my wildest expectations. In a matter of seconds, the Prof and his snotty sidekick Dave were gone, replaced by two buff looking jock bros, Chad and Brody. Even the car changed from a beat up old Toyota into a metallic red Camaro that suited their new appearance and lifestyle.
As I left them to head off to some bar or the beach, or maybe even one or other of their rooms, I chuckled to myself and wondered about finding that traffic cop who gave me a ticket the other week. He’d look great in a stringer vest, basketball shorts and high-tops!
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