grandwagonranchmaker:

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You and your older brother Chad weren’t like most brothers, you hung out every day playing video games, watching movies and just hanging out. That was until Shane moved next door. Shane introduced Chad to weed and then that was it. No more video games, no more movies, no more brother time. Chad spent all his time getting high with Shane. You needed your older brother back and it seemed the only way to do that was get rid of Shane. Chad and Shane had a system. Shane would leave weed under the floorboards of the porch once a week for Chad. You decided to come home early one day and hide the weed before Chad got it. Then he wouldn’t have any weed to smoke and he’d blame Shane, ending their friendship.

Making sure no one was watching you carefully extracted the baggie from under the floorboard. You were about to sneak back into your room when a strange desire hit you. You needed this weed. Your hands began shaking and drool dripped from your mouth at the site of the sticky kush. Almost in a trance you began rolling the weed into a blunt with the paper Shane had included. You licked it close enjoying the taste on your tongue, a sample of what was to come. You found a lighter Chad had left in the windowsill.

Puff puff

“Oh maaaaaan” you almost moaned, your voice deep and slow and full of smoke as you exhaled a fog of envoloping smoke. You felt the tingle hit every muscle in your body, sinking you into the chair. Everything felt so relaxed and itchy. You pulled up your shirt seeing thick black hairs crawing out of your skin and over your belly. “Ew gross where is all this hair coming from?” You tug at your shirt and pull it over your head in a hurry. The hair has reached your belly button and continues in an almost unbroken line between your pecs before spreading all over your chest. Your spare hand finds its way to your growing nipples which have become large and sensitive. Your pecs expand and soften with fat and you develop a bit of a belly beneath the dense treasure trail. You groan in pleasure and confusion before recognizing your larger hairy chest. “I’m becoming Shane…” you realize with a mix of terror and excitement.

Puff puff

“I’m becoming Shane…” you repeat with a flat voice and a dumb grin. You notice your arms bulking up, muscle and fat blossoming across them. Getting thick and strong. You flex a big bicep. “Yeah mayne…” you moan. Your hands swell, clumsy thick sausage fingers wrapping around the blunt as you continue puffing. Hair grows on the back of arms and hands, going down across your fingers. Shoulders swell and broaden and thick tuffs of hair erupt from under your arms evoking a famp musky aroma around you that mixes with the sweet smell of weed. You’re disgusted and aroused by your new stinky aura.

Puff puff

You hear a loud rip as Shane’s fat hairy toes pop out of your shoes. Your small size 7s expand across the hard floor, becoming long wide size 12 boats. The bottoms of your feet get hard and dirty. You laugh and easily kick off the bits of tattered fabric, wiggling your big toes and putting your smelly feet up on the guard rails. More and more hair crawls across your now thick legs, your thighs double in size and a thick, hairy ass pushes out from behind you, shredding your shorts and leaving you in just your tight underwear.

Puff puff

A fat, hairy cock flops out of your underwear and slaps against your belly, filling you with pleasure. Your tiny balls inflate with your new stoner cream and push hormones in your body. With one hand you grip your blunt while the other massages your large meaty cock.

Puff puff

A thick chinstrap forms over your face which ages and loses its youth and innocence. Your brow gets heavier and thicker. Your eyes turn dark and dull and youth mouth hangs open a dumb grin. Small studs appear in your ears and your hair shortens and becomes sweaty and unwashed.

Puff puff

You struggle one last time to fight Shane’s dominating presense. Your hand glued to your dick and each puff and stroke making it harder to think, harder to resist.

Puff puff

“I’m… not…”

Puff puff

“I’m…”

Puff puff splat

“I’m Shane bro” you give a goofy grin as you splatter cum all over your hairy belly and start rubbing it in. No more little bro to get between you and Chad now. You lean back and wait for your best friend to get home so you can smoke and stroke and chill. Just the two of you together forever now.

Puff puff

Source: smoke-sex

You shouldn’t have followed me into the locker rooms after school, but you did. You shouldnt’t have put on that sweaty jock strap you found in my locker, but you did. You shouldn’t have inhaled that sweet, musky odor but you did. You were a nerd, a nobody, always following around the quarterback ever since that day I told my boys to leave you alone. You did whatever I told you and when I offered you my jockstrap to make you stronger you didn’t even ask questions, you stripped down, showing off your pale nerdy body. Blushing to have your boney little frame exposed to me. Then you slid my moist jock up your skinny legs. You started to breath in the scent and with each breath your chest swelled out and out. Tanner, stronger, big pecs pushing away from those scrawny shoulders. Your body filling with heat and power. Your height going up and up until you were as tall as the lockers. Your little size 8 feet stretching across the floor. Getting big, meaty and calloused. Swelling into some nice size 14 boats. Reeking to Hell with jocksweat as your big new toes grew coarse black hair that echoed across the backs of your feet and up your legs. The sight of those manly feet and pecs must have scared you a little bit. You tried to fight it but it was too late. I put my arms around your shoulders, forcing you to breath my musk in deeper and your body slackened.
Your mind went blank as a dumb grin spread across your face. I could see the jockstrap stretching as your dick grew and hardened. The jock hormones reprogramming you to be horny all the time and secrete more jock sweat to convert more team mates. No matter how much you showered you would always stink. Not that youd ever try to clean, you filthy jock. As your muscles continued to grow in your arms and legs, you easily pushed me off and against the lockers. You kissed me, letting my jock DNA right in your mouth. Your hair shortened and styled itself up and your face rapidly aged and hardened. Gaining stubble and a hard jawline. You stood there, horny and dazed as the last of your nerdy brain cells died and all that was left was a sweaty, stinky beast that liked to play and fuck. Whose a good dumb jock? Yeah, that’s right, you.

grandwagonranchmaker:

You shouldn’t have opened the door when those dumb neighborhood kids knocked. You shouldn’t have accepted that hat from their leader. You just wanted to play along so they’d stop making all that noise outside. But now it was too late. You stared down at your now smooth teenage body. Your too large shirt long discarded. Firm abs like you never had at that age glistening in the heat. Young, sun-kissed skin grazed with freckles and a touch of acne. Your hair long at the top now and shaved at the sides. Small nose, ears a little too big, eyes dark and empty and mouth hanging open – waiting for orders. You gazed into the distance with your dumb kid face as your leader turned the hat and then that was it. You were part of his crew now of dumb punk kids. You lived to set off fire crackers, play with airsoft guns and torment the cranky adults. Maybe push a few into joining you. You kicked off your shoes letting your small bare feet feel the hot ground, protected by layers of dirt and scar tissue on the bottom. And finally you accepted the shorts from one of your new crew, letting them sag, as you did you casted off the lasts bits of your old boring self. Time to make some noise!

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6 months. That’s how long Tom had been using Tinder but still not a single date. At 22 the young man had decided it was time to lose his virginity but he worried he may have waited too long. There had simply been no time for dating while doing AP classes in high school and finishing his masters degree. But now already his features were getting a little soft from lack of actvity, his belly protruded just a bit. His skin was pale as a ghost from all the days in studying. He was a little hairier than girls wanted in the tumblr era. After months of being ghosted, rejected and hurt Tom decided it was time to get serious. He decided to invest in Tinder Gold. After a brief hesitation holding his credit card, he typed in his number, and clicked accept. And that was it.

Knock, knock!

A heavy hand pounded on Tommy’s door the moment he had clicked accept causing him to jump.

Knock, knock!

Tommy crept towards the door and slowly opened it revealing a masculine shirtless man in bright gold shorts with big pecs, big hair and a bigger grin.

“My man! Heard you ordered Tinder Gold! Here I am, Tinder Gold, ready to get you laid!” Tom could only stutter and stare at the gorgeous, flamboyant man as he let himself in. Tom thought Tinder Gold was just a promotion scam not… this. Was this guy here to help him manage his profile or like a date coach? The man ran his hands through his thick gold hair before fervantly shaking Tom’s hand.

“First things first, no girl wants a post-college man she wants a freshly minted fuckboy…” Did he just say fuckboy? No way, Tom was not going to be like one those just to get laid. Before he could object however his thoughts were interrupted by Gold spinning his hands counter-clockwise. Tom felt dizzy and distorted as waves of energy flew from Gold’s hands into him. He felt his skin vibrating. His body began to slide back in time. The pudge around his face and belly receeded a bit, leaving a little around his stomach from laziness but not as much. Some of the hair on the center of his chest receeded shrinking back to a point between his soft pecs. The hair on his arms and legs also became less dense but still pretty well spread for his age. His face lost the chronic stress and fatigue from college, bags vanishing from under his eyes and the gaunt facade lifting like a mask to reveal a youthful 18 year old face underneath.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?! I look like a teenager again this isn’t what I wanted!” Tom freaked out seeing his younger self reflected in his phone screen.

“Chill man this is just the first step towards getting you laid, we gotta get you yeeted up first!” Without waiting for a response Gold started massaging Tom’s arms, infusing them with the same energy as before. Tom could only lay back and relax as the energy overtook him. Gold moved his hands carefully across the entire surface of Tom’s skin, everywhere his hands went the hair dissappeared. After finishing with his arms, he moved to his chest removing the patch in the center and then most of the hair on his stomach followed by his legs. When he was done the only hair left was around his dick, his ankles and under his arms. Gold focused harder now causing his hands to seem to vibrate and made a second pass. This time as his hands swept across Tom’s body they instilled a golden tan with just a touch of Italian olive as he rewrote his genetics to make him a perfect Italian-American fuckboy. His hands swept through the messy blonde hair converting it to brown, across his face, tanning it and making the nose a little smaller, the eyes a little darker and the lips just a bit bigger. He poked Tom’s nipples causing them to darken and grow slightly and some frecklws appeared on his tan chest. As his hands swept down Tom’s pubes darkened a little as did the hair around his legs until finally he was a perfect Italian shade from face to feet.

“One more thing to make you family!” Gold steppes back and framed his hands sideways as if to take an invisible picture. Then he quickly slammed his hands together. To Tommy it felt like a hammer had fallen down on him; all of a sudden he was being compressed – his height dropped down from a respecful 5"11 to a modest 5"7. His arms and legs sucked in, getting shorter while his hands and feet dwindled down. His size 10 feet shrank becoming a cute size 8 and his hands became smaller with stubbier fingers. The drop in height and loss of hair combined to make him look even younger than he was now, almost boyish. How was this supposed to get him anything? Gold smiled, sensing his disbelief.

“Patience fam, the best is on the way!” Gold took one hand and placed it on Tom’s temple and with the other grabbed his rather small dick.

“Wait what are you… ohhh…” Tom moaned as his muscles slacked and resistance faded. He could feel a strange suction, as if his brain was being drawn through Gold and into his dick. The sensation scared him but at the same time was too pleasurable to fight. The sides of Tom’s head shaved themselves down while the hair on top grew longer and featherlike, a classic fuckboy haircut just like Gold’s. Tom’s pecs remained small but the slight fat converted to toned muscle. His arms swelled with strength and his pudgy stomach shrank into a hard 6 pack. At the same time his small dick began to grow gaining inches as his brain shrank. His facial features became more pointed, his eyes darkening further with a great hunger visible in them and his mouth curling into a pouty smile with his lips puffed out in a psuedo-duck face. The old Tom would’ve been embaressed and ashamed but Tommy was swimming in pleasure and horniness. His big career dreams and college education, along with most of his school education vanished into his long schlong of Italian meat and were replaced by fantasies of sleeping with every pretty girl in town. Silver rings formed around two of his fingers and a single stud pierced his left ear. Bracelets appeared around his wrists. One with a cross and one that said God is great. Gotta be a saint in the streets to be a sinner in the sheets. As his dick continued to grow, nearing 10 inches hard his tight underwear changed into a loose pair of golden shorts just like Gold’s.

“Ahhhh fuck boooooooi!” Tommy Gold screamed in his soft yet compelling voice as he came all over his walls. Posters from video games vanished replaced of girls, cars and rappers. J. Cole, Lil Peep, Big Sean. Yeah. His new idols. His computer shrank and changed into a worn out basketball and books evaporated, replaced with sports and playboy magazines. “It’s lit fam!”

“Bet. Thanks for buying Tinder Gold bro, get out there and get some ass. But remember you work for us now.” A new app feature appeared on his Tinder showing a map of all Tinder Gold users. “If anyone in your area buys Tinder Gold its your job to make sure they get laid.” Tommy grinned at his new ‘brother’ eager to get his new Italian sausage wet and make some more losers into hot fuckboys like him, the family was gonna grow…

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grandwagonranchmaker:

(This is my first story so please be gentle, long time creeper, first time poster.  IF it goes well I might make a part 2)

Jack took great pride in his appearance.  He was only 5’9 but 200 pounds of pure, hairy muscle.  With a perfectly square jaw and spiked blonde hair the brutish linebacker had everything going for him and everyone wanted him, girls, guys and colleges.  He just had one… small insecurity.  Despite being a massive man on the field, in the bedroom his star player was only a good 4 inches at full mast.  Perhaps this was why girls he swept with were violently sworn to secrecy, or why he bullied the freshmen at Spellbinder University so viciously.  
One freshman in particular, Kevin was his favorite to torment.  Kevin was the exact opposite of Jack.  He was tall, boyish and awkward looking, he was a bit of a nerd and enjoyed dressing in dark clothing and listening to sad music.  His only redeeming feature, which no one but himself knew of was his incredibly large and thick cock.  Normally this would have made Kevin popular with the girls, were he not drawn to more masculine features.  The large cock also came with a large need and Kevin frequently found himself in the locker room stroking the front of his skinny jeans thinking about the jocks, even Jack.  This made him the perfect target for the loud musclehead.  
One faithful day Jack came across Kevin in the locker room gazing at the showers with a distant look in his eyes.  This gave Jack an evil idea.
“You wanna fantasize about us jocks getting wet you little faggot?  I got just the thing for you!”  He bellowed, dragging the startled teen into the shower and turning the cold water on.  Kevin, fully clothed in black was quickly drenched.  His long wet hair hanging over his face, hiding his tears and his guyliner running down his face.  Jack, laughing, reached around and ripped down Kevin’s jeans intending to leave his victim in his underwear for further shame.  To Jack’s surprise and great anger however, Kevin’s monstrous cock sprung out to face him.  “What the fuck freak?  Why does a gay runt like you get a giant fuckstick like that and a man like me is… fuck you!  I wish I had that dick, I could own this school.  It shouldn’t be wasted on a queer like you!”  Losing control, Jack sucker punched Kevin and left him crying in the showers, tears, water and make up running down his bruised face.  
Unknown to both parties, the coach had been watching.  He had grown tired of Jack’s ego and being that this was Spellbinder University, he had the power to grant the arrogant jock’s hasty wish.  With a few mumbled words in an unknown language a flash of light engulfed the locker room and the coach left with a satisfied look on his face.  
Not knowing, or caring what that light was, Jack headed back to his dorm room to get ready for his big date tonight while Kevin lingered in the locker room, trying to regain his composure so no one would see him crying.  He’d been embarrassed enough for one day.  As Jack began undressing he noticed a sudden wave of horniness and his dick seemed larger than usual.  He wrapped his hand around it and found he needed both hands.  It wasn’t just getting longer but wider, much wider.  It kept growing and growing until it looked ridiculous on his short frame.  Jack could only moan, his eyes wide with pleasure and excitement.  
“Oh man, Jessie is going to love me even more now wait til she see’s this… wait what’s wrong with my voice?”  He panicked as his noticed his usual sexy baritone getting higher and cracking, becoming nasally and teenage sound, becoming painfully familiar.  It was the voice that whimpered and pleaded for him to stop, it was… “Oh fuck, I sound like Kevin!”
“Hey babe, you getting ready for me in there?”  Shit, that was Jessie.  She couldn’t see him like this, he thought.   He reached to lock his door, noticing his fingers stretching out, becoming thin and delicate, almost feminine.  The nails too well manicured to be a football players.  The hard callouses and summer tan fading away to leave smooth, pale skin.  
“Just a minute” he whined in his high pitched voice.  Fuck, he thought, there is no way I can be stuck sounding like that faggot.  He tried to think but his big hands kept finding their way back to his newly grown cock, every stroke making it harder for him to focus.  Football stats, cars, sex moves, social cues.  It was all fading from his brain to be replaced with Panic At The Disco lyrics, tumblr blogs of hot jocks and deep, overwhelming feelings.  
“Are you ok in there Jack you sound sick?  Did you catch something from Tiff?”  
“Ughhhh go AWAY honey I’m in my feels right now” he blurted out, disgusting himself.  He heard her walking away and wanted to beg her to come back but a growing part of him had no interest in her now.  His new dick demanded ass, not pussy and it was quickly reprogramming him to want the same.  He felt his bare feet, a reasonable size 9 and pretty wide slimming down, arching, becoming feminine like his hands and impossibly longer.  The scars, callouses and toughness eroded away leaving finer features and thin, cute, elongated toes as his feet reached out to their new size of 14.
“Oh my god I’m turning into a freak.  Big feet, big cock and goth as fuck!”  He was practically squealing now in horror and pleasure feeling everything he worked for melt away.  His body stretched and slimmed down, losing muscle, hair, tan and development.  His bearish chest pushed in on itself painfully.  The coat of dark blonde fur simply falling out all over his bed as a waxy white sheen covered his skin and muscles became nonexistent.  His nipples shrank becoming small pink and pinchable, he grabbed one feeling it get hard and firm and increasing his pleasure.  His proud abs were now flat and smooth and his pubes vanished, though those, he assumed were shaved off.  Gotta stay nice and neat said a voice in his head, a voice that was quickly becoming his own.  His shoulders cracked as they caved in, compressing him into the lanky, awkward teenager he loathed.  His ass, remained firm but pushed out into a nice round bubble butt that would stick out in his skinny jeans like an invitation.  
Like a brush stroke a wave of darkness swept down his leg, turning the blonde fuzz into a finer coat of dark hairs that decorated his long skinny legs and stood out against the pale backdrop.  The same happened to his arms as the hair become darker and more sparse but more obvious on the thin, white appendages.  Jack almost cried as his biceps sucked themselves in and his body was freed of its big muscles, now just a thin, nerdy queer like he had always hated.
He pulled himself to mirror, both dreading and eager for the final changes.  His face lost all signs of maturity and age.  The hard edges gave away, the stubble evaporated and the eyes become dark and innocent.  His blond hair rapidly pushed out into large tuffs of dark brown that crept down in an unstyled mane that formed over his eyes and framed his young looking face perfectly.   Holding out a las piece of resistance Jack/Kevin began stroking the cock that started it all once more, harder and faster, feeling himself erode as the pleasure mounted.  The faintest sigh escaped his soft lips with the last of his old self as he cummed, over and over into the mirror, splattering it with buckets of football jock semen and all his old memories and personality.   
“Big feet, big cock and this goth bitch is ready to fuck” the new Kevin smirked, lying back on his bed, cradling his large cock and daydreaming about hot jocks he wished he could sleep with.  If only he remembered having been one.  

dougtfs:

You weren’t always a slut. A week ago, you were a normal guy, maybe even a little shy. But then I saw you, and I wanted you.

Transforming you into my fucktoy was so easy. I just had to look into your eyes, and you couldn’t look away. You felt yourself draining away. When I said “what’s your name?” You stammered and then blushed and told me, “I forget.”

“That’s right,” I said. “You forget everything.”

And you could feel your thoughts melting away. Your memories. Everything about your life. 

“You’re mine,” I said.

“Who… are you?” you asked, confused, your head tilting to the side.

“I’m your master now,” I said. I grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in to kiss you, to mark you as mine. My toy. My dumbslut.

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