Tyler was always frustrated with his dormmate, Josh. Josh had everything he wanted, height, looks and a phone that never stopped ringing. Tyler was just a regular college freshman, average looks, average height and a phone that rarely rang. Josh was always out on some hot date probably banging all the girls that avoided Tyler and when he was home all he did was take shirtless selfies. One night Josh left, forgetting his phone. Tyler couldn’t help but feel smug, hearing the phone buzz and buzz and knowing Josh was missing texts, probably from all his girlfriends. The temptation clawed at him for an hour or so and finally he reached over and picked up the phone. To his shock, Josh had been recieving pics of half naked guys! “So he’s gay, no wonder hes always shirtless around me…does he wanna fuck me or something? Thinks being shirtless will win me over or something?” Tyler wondered to himself. As he thought about what he could do with this info he suddenly found his body moving on its own.
His hands were removing his shirt and his legs carried him to the mirror where he posed with the same cocky smile as Josh and took pictures, sending them to all the contacts. As each message sent a wave of electricity shot from the phone across his body. His hands flexed painfully growing bigger and bigger as his fingers grew longer and easily covered the entire phone! Tyler could only gasp and moan in pleasure and pain as he heard and felt all his bones cracking and expanding. His arms started growing longer and longer, looking ridiculous on his disproportionally small body. They filled with smooth toned muscles and a sexy tan. His chest expanded into an attractive set of pecs and perfectly sized nipples while his spine continued to stretch until he filled the door frame with his hot body. Tylers feet burst through his socks and his toes lengthened to balance out his giant stature and his legs became long and powerful with only the slightest dusting of hair over the tight muscles. The changing teen started to moan louder as the phone blew up with texts telling him how hot he was and begging him for more, each text sending more messages to his brain and more hormones through his body making him gayer, cuter and cockier.
Soon he was posing and flexing and snapping more pics. His face softening into Joshs innocent but mischievous one and cute dirty blonde hair. When he couldn’t resist any more he pulled down his way too small shorts to reveal his newly enlarged dick which stood rockhard from the attention and made a few more choice pictures for his fans as he debated which one of his call boys to fuck tonight. His mind shifting and adjusting as Tyler’s mind gave way to a copy of Josh’s dumb, cocky, horny, gay mind and reality itself shifted around him. Yeah, it was hard being Josh, the cutest freshman in his class. So many adoring fans to choose from. He knew that stuck up roommate of his wanted this too, maybe if he showed this sexy chest off for him enough he’d finally loosen up and admit he wanted some too.
Tim groaned as his neighbors loud mouthed son, Gary, revved his new car in the driveway, at 11pm while he struggled to sleep. At 25 and studying for his doctorate while working full time he had little patience for the 18 year old rich brat. The kid could barely form a sentence but flaunted his parents money as easily as his body, brimming with good genes, teenage tone and raging hormones. Tim was by no means ugly but with his busy schedule his body had grown flat and pale and made him all the angrier at his more attractive neighbor.
The next morning he went to confront Gary only to find the car open and unlocked, alone in the driveway empty except the keys laying on the seat. A devilish idea popped in the mans head and he reached over to pick up the keys.
HONK HONK.
Cried the horn suddenly. The sound echoed in Tims head causing him to lose his balance in pain and confusion.
HONK HONK.
Louder still but no one seemed to hear, the sound. It seemed to be pushing out all his thoughts, his paper, his midterms, he couldnt remember what they were-
HONK HONK.
RIP. His shirt split open, his pale chest pushed forward and teenage pecs formed.
HONK HONK.
Biceps exploded out of his arms which cracked as he caught himself flexing. The pale exposed skin youthened and tanned. The hair on his chest and arms retreating leaving a small bush under his arms and a slight treasure trail crossing his firm stomach.
HONK HONK.
He screamed in pain as his mind grew dimmer and dumber, thoughts fading away, his face in the cars mirrors so much younger and hotter but not him.
HONK HONK.
He felt his spine collapsing as he shrank and lost more height and years, meanwhile tight, toned muscles bubbled across his lean arms and legs and his ass pushed out into the perfect bubble butt.
HONK HONK.
His average sized dick snaked down his pants, longer but thinner as the pubes receeded to a small blond bush and the pleasure and hormones flooded his young, dumb brain with images and thoughts of porn and cheerleaders and sex. He knew he had to get away from the car, he had to focus, he had to-
HONK HONK.
“Dude howd I get outside?” Gary laughed in his cracking but confident teenaged voice. “Its gym time dude!” He hopped in the car not bothering with a shirt before speeding off. HONK HONK. He pushed on the horn just to show off his awesome car, it probably pissed off the neighbors but fuck them! It impressed girls and that’s all that mattered.
You want to be a dumb chimp? All you have to do is rest your knuckles on the ground. That’s it. So easy. What could be simpler? Just lower them on down … there you go. Just crouch down. Curl your fingers. Spread your legs. Look down at your arms – so thick, so hairy. Now look back up, and let me see your face – it’s already pushing out into a muzzle, your ears rounding out, your face growing fur. That’s right, your mind is getting simple and stupid.
Of course there’s still time to change back. All you’d have to do is rise up on two legs – oh, but you can’t anymore, can you? It’s just too hard to stand. So comfortable to knuckle-walk. You could always turn back, of course, if you could just remember how to stand upright. It would be so easy. Well, easy for a man. Not for a dumb chimp like you.
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Jacob hated this town. At 15 his family moved to a small Georgia town, and it was a big culture shock having moved from a Pennsylvania suburb. Even 3 years later in senior year he never got used to it as his classmates had their eyes on the military more then college. The whole town was very pro military and patriotic but Jacob hated it all. Jacob often spoke his view that the military was just Americas muscle to get involved in foreign conflicts but he was just met with distain from literally everyone. One day a few guys from his class told him he needed to learn to appreciate the military’s hard work for this country and after school a bunch of them dragged him to the football field and forced him to strip down and put on some camo pants and boots one of them borrowed from his older brother. The clothes felt ridiculous, huge and baggy on him, and he had no shirt.
Then suddenly he felt a powerful burning spread from his groin out to the rest of his body. He felt his dick harden and grow longer and thicker. His legs pushed out with muscle as they itched and got hairier. His feet cracked and stretched from size 8 to size 12, filling his boots. The warm feeling entered his chest as he felt his stomach flatten and the hint of a 6 pack form. His chest pushed out with each breath into decent sized pecs. His arms grew nice biceps. His skin burned and itched as hair grew on his arms and chest and a tan spread as if he’s spent a lot of time training and working out outside. It spread to his head and he got more masculine, his chin more squared and his hair turned darker and got buzzed. Then the warm feeling moved into his brain where all his knowledge flooded out, blasted out of existence. Replaced with workout routines, watching war documentaries, and a strong patriotic feeling. He got dumber and cockier and body obsessed as he started to flex and laugh with his buddies. Jake decided to pose them all for a picture together before heading over to the recruitment office, all thoughts of college were gone.
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.
“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.
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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