Well, to change yourself you have come to the right adress. You sound like the average student to me. Average heigt, Not that ripped. Somewhat small cock. Well let me change that for you. first thing in the morning when you wake up, watch yourself in the mirror. Admire your freshly grown abs, bulging under your nicely tanned skin. Flex them and look at your ripped body. Man, look at those arms. You quickly snap a pic to send to the nearest slutty twink on the campus.
You know with a big body comes a big attitude. You know you are the strongest, biggest, most dominant jock of the campus. And everyone else know it too. You are the man to get all the small, and big, guys. You are the man that has topped on the campus. With a cocky grin you put some clothes on your hot body and make your way to the slutty twink. He texted his boner was rock hard when you sent the pic. Little did he know that he was only going to serve your monstercock. After all, you are the strong and dominant badboy.
An owned trophy boy is often collared but as you may know, a collar can take many forms and each can bring out various personalities and programmed skill sets. Dylan is currently wearing the collar that looks like a pendant that a surfer might wear. When his owner tells Dylan to put it on Dylan’s intelligent retreats and his lust and obedience goes to maximum settings. This pendant makes Dylan want to be hugely muscled and always naked except when ordered to cover up. Yes you guessed it, the simple pendant makes Dylan want to be a body building, beach loving, barely able to think beyond what his sugar daddy tells him to do or think and bravely addicted to sex. As you can see Dylan accepts his programming and fits in perfectly with his owner’s whim. Dylan is the perfect addition to any of his daddy’s beach houses. As you can see Dylan wears this collar for months at a time, leaving Dylan with a finely built body and perpetual erecting. Dylan’s other collars include fine watches (each Rolex brings out a different mindset and programmed goals) and even jewelry. You should see what his new wedding ring will do to Dylan’s mind.
Here you go, you are now a hot frat boy. Enjoy the parties, the brotherhood, the dozens of hunky drunk bros who may be open to some light fondling. Just don’t have sex, you don’t want this sudden drop in IQ to be permanent so don’t shoot your load…. not once.
You already have…. haven’t you.
This is what I get for giving you the biggest dick on campus. I bet reality changed around you and you went from being a runty nerd in your dorm room to being your new tall, broad shouldered frat stud self and already had your wrist fat monster balls deep in some poor frat bros throat.
Well you enjoy yourself, that’s all you’re good for now. Sweating up a jock strap and fucking someone till their bed breaks.
Dan wanted to start out with an easy wish just in case the genie was a fake. He’d always felt like his flat butt looked horrible in jeans so the idea of a “bubble butt that looked good to everyone” was appealing.
Once the magic hit though…things changed. Dan felt his ass swell out with thick beefy muscle and fat and loved the pleasurable tingling of the process. But that pleasure built and built, more than he expected, changing his whole reality.
Dan had always been a proud asexual but his memories started shifting to puberty when his plump, growing butt had caught the attention of men and women. As he got older and his sexuality formed all the gawking, prodding, touching and teasing had consumed him. His brain still wasn’t sure but his body knew he was a butt boy.
Butt boys didn’t need school so he dropped out. He’d lost his virginity to a girl but noticed guys giving him more and more attention so he became gayer and gayer in spite of his brain. They loved attention so he took his butt to a bar and became a professional Go-Go dancer. It was like his brain was being crushed between his two plump asscheeks.
By the time the wish had run his course he was naked on the floor, sucking his thumb to get any feeling of penetration just staring at this…guy who was in his place. What was his deal again?
“I wish you’d stop staring and come fill me up” Dan said smiling at the genie.
here we gooo…. sorry… but… once again, that’s the process… that inusual amount of load… is caused by your knowledge concetrated in it… that’s to say…. you’re wanking away all your knowledge as well as your mind is reshaped into the jock you wanted to be so badly… try it all… but the pleasure is stronger than your will… by now, ages of studies are out of you… ages of studies have been slammed against your core… maybe yo could lick something up… but… I bet you doesn’t care of it any more, isn’t it? Oh dude… what a mess! uh! wow… I haven’t noticed how your abs and pecs are beginning to take shape… you’ve been smashing yourself in the gym last two weeks, bruh! uh!
He assumed that the magic basketball would turn him into a studly basketball jock. He was wrong. The chubby nerd’s layer of fat melted away but instead of turning into muscle it just stayed off, leaving him skinny and scrawny. He knew that his intelligence and booksmarts would drain away, but as his eyes dulled and his mouth hung open stupidly he didn’t feel the cocky, aggressive need for dominance he expected – no, he felt chill, relaxed, laidback. Soon a dopey grin would break out on his face. He’d still be a basketball player, just a different kind than he imagined – instead of a jock on the team, dedicated to the sport, he’d just be casually shooting hoops with his stoner buddies.
Ryan found his gay roommate Kyle’s phone changing in the bathroom and couldn’t help but snoop. He was straight and all but something was a little thrilling about how much Kyle got laid so he immediately clicked the app ‘DumbDaddi’
He felt a shock through his body then a dulling thud in his head followed by a wave of pleasure. A small part of his brain thought maybe he shouldn’t press it again…but he wanted to feel good!
By the time Kyle busted down the bathroom door Ryan wasn’t quite himself and he’d crushed the puny phone in his muscular hands. Kyle could worry about how big dumb daddy Ryan was going to make the rent tomorrow, tonight they’d have some fun!
The witch proudly looked over her handiwork. In a matter of seconds, the enchanted singlets had created a pair of dumb jocks.
Marco, the aggressive Italian stud, rolled his broad shoulders and cockily stared down his challenger. “Eyyy, you gotta fuckin’ problem, bro?” It would take a moment to get it through his thick head that he was just talking to his own reflection in the mirror. Chad, the big blonde pretty boy, had been using his phone when the change hit and now stared at it in stupid confusion, having forgotten how to read. In a moment he would put down the phone with a vapid smile – reading’s for nerds – and get back to preening and posing and showing off his Adonis bod.
They were too dumb to remember that a moment ago Marco had been chubby Jewish Michael and Chad had been skinny Chinese Chen, both shy, intelligent nerds, but even if they did remember they wouldn’t care. The growing bulges under their singlets were about to distract them with the need to explore each other’s new bodies – and the witch was going to enjoy the show!
He found the place while on holiday in America. He thought it looked just as it did on the films and the internet, all traditional redneck gear, even down to the guns behind the counter.
He thought he’d try one of the hats on, and as he did his head felt uneasy so he stumbled around as his arms filled in, his t-shirt shortened to reveal his tat he would now be proud of.
Looking in the mirror at his new self, he smirked and took a photo, damn he knew he was one stud of a redneck. Course he was with all the work he did in the sun on the ranch
“Woah dude, I didn’t think I’d grow these overnight”
He had never said dude before now. That’s one of the problems with the genie app, you get your wish but it also alters things. You want big muscles and a big dick like this guy? You can wave goodbye to some of those brains and restrictions you used to have.
Straight? Not a chance now, your fuck stick is made for anything you can fuck.
You look happy enough now, happy enough the app just disappears. That’s another thing, once you’re happy enough it deletes itself, never to be found again.
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