As you stand in front of the sex shop that shouldn’t exist, the rain pounding on the awning and the umbrella that you’ve got over your head, you realize that the only thing it takes to be graced by the Pink Fairy is having a deep-seated fantasy and the balls to really wish for it. But as you’ll soon find out, it’s probably not a good idea to come into the shop uncertain about what you want, because if you don’t say what you want, the Pink Fairy will choose for you.
The bell over the door jingles as you enter, and the shop keeper looks up, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward. “Hello,” he says, patting the counter in front of him. Your feet take you to the counter, and you stand in front of it. “So, what are you having today?” he says. You must have hesitated to speak for too long because he then cuts you off before you start speaking and says “Ah. I see.”
It’s unsettling, the way that his eyes seem to burn into your soul, but you’re powerless to resist when he comes around the counter, puts his hands on your shoulder, and walks you to a stool sitting in one corner of the shop. He sits you down on the stool and walks off, muttering under his breath about indecisive people.
He returns with a snapback and he regards you with a cool look. “This is what the boss told me to use,” he says, with a small smirk. He laughs when you ask what the price will be, and tells you not to worry. He says that you won’t be able to worry when he’s done with you, anyway. It’s weird, and it doesn’t make sense, so you just ignore the statement.
He sets the cap on your head and immediately you feel your body changing. Your clothes evaporate off your skin, leaving you in nothing but a pair of briefs that gradually grow smaller, tighter, and sexier. By the end of it, you’re wearing a jock, and the wood of the stool is tickling your hole.
You feel your body swell, your muscles growing. You’ve never been this defined before. You’ve tried, but going to the gym and sticking to a diet is very difficult. Now it looks like you’ve spent your life going daily to the gym and eating healthy. A lance of pain pierces your skull and you realize that that is what you’ve been doing this whole time. You don’t remember where you got the idea that you had been cheating on your diet and missing days at the gym, but that was definitely not you.
You rub your package through the pouch of your jock and groan as you feel the familiar fog of dumbness settle around your thoughts, making them not only much slower, but much simpler too. You grunt, chuckling dumbly to yourself as your brain empties of any semblance of intelligence, but your body continues to grow, shaping it into the perfect twunk form.
“Good boy,” says the shop keeper, patting you on the top of the head as you stare off blankly into the distance, your eyes glazed over, your body burning up with lust and arousal. Drool trickles from the corner of your lips and you suddenly wake up, the changes done to your body and mind in the dream carrying over into your reality.
You moan quietly to yourself as you fall to your hands and knees on the floor, your fingers going around your back to plunge into your hungry hole. New memories slam into your head, displacing your old ones. Memories of hours spent at work become memories spent at the gym and in front of the camera, showing off for the rest of the world to see.
Memories of pining after guys turn into memories of getting fucked in every conceivable position, over every conceivable surface, in every conceivable location. You moan loudly, your finger grazing your prostate, at which point the door to the room opens and a man walks in, chuckling, calling you a good little bitch.
You can’t care less about what he calls you. You just want the huge dick swinging between his legs. You crawl over to him and push your ass out in his direction. It doesn’t take long for him to indulge you.
As his cock slides into your chute, you feel every single dreg of your old life and any intelligence that you once had get swept away in a current of pleasure.
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You paid good money for this guy, they say he’s the best. You knocked on his door, hoping he was as good as they said.
The door opened, “You must be the boy who paid me a hefty penny, come in,” he said.
You hesitantly enter his no bedroom cottage, thinking that you wanted a refund. The wood was aged, the corners of the room had cobb webs and it smelled musky, not musty. You figured you weren’t getting a refund so you followed him in.
“So what are you? Some kind of hypnotist or something?” you queried.
“Yeah, or something,” he smirked. “Been told you got some issue with how you look. You look fine to me, mate,” he said while surveying you up and down.
You found yourself becoming less comfortable by the second. Some predatory looking man might be coming on to you; you felt your cock harden a bit. Trying to adjust your self before he noticed drew more attention to it.
You notice him eyeing you with an intense gaze, you feel the anxiety rising from your stomach to your racing heart.
You turn to run but find yourself frozen in place –”Shit, shit, shit,“ you think. YOu feel like a trapped animal and for whatever fucked up reason it is making you even harder. The man seems to be emanating a red energy and the room is swimming with a haze. Your mind feels foggy and detached, your so turned on and hard at the same time.
He walks toward you, examining you, touching your now immobile body. He runs his hands through your hair, grabs your face and stares into your soul. You feel like a puppet, a puppet in lust or love, or something. It’s like he is touching the core of who you are. He then grabs your shirt with his two strong and impossibly large hands and tears it in two. He rips your pants off like they were trackies, he slides your briefs down your legs, ever so slowly and sensually until they rest at your feet.
The man, god, whatever he is, gets down on his knees and envelopes your 5 inch cock in his perfect mouth, tasting the precum from your shaft. He then moves up your body with his tongue, tasting the sweat from your skin and every thought you have ever had on your lips. Suddenly you find that he has buried his face in your right pit.
“Smart boy, not smart enough to stay away.” he grins. “So, you aren’t happy with the way you look, you are tired of the life you live, you hate your body, and you hate the way you think and how you act. Hmmm, well what do to with you.” he pondered out loud. “Well you are a pretty average white boy I guess, I think I can help you. Now don’t be too alarmed, but I am going to tie you up nice and tight, I want you to be aware of your changes, boy.”
“Now, I have a nice selection of used jockstraps, underwear, and sweaty gym clothes here, and you get to pick your poison.”
“Mmmmmmmppphhhh” you said with terror and anger.
“Ha, yes you should be able to talk, no screaming now.” With a snap of his fingers the gag was gone.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLP – mmmmppppppphhh.” the gag re-appeared. “Tod you no screaming, guess I’ll have to choose for you. .
Ah, here we go, this one belonged tp a rather handsome young man, not really all there in the brains department. That is why he came to me in the first place, look weren’t enough, he wanted smarts. So I soaked up his essence into this hat, jock strap and compression shirt.”
The man comes toward you with the items, he wraps the jock around your head so the putrid smell would invade your nostrils, you felt sick. He snaps his fingers and suddenly you are wearing the shirt over the ropes, it felt nice on your skin. YOu could feel the sweat being soaked into your skin. Your muscles began to push against the rope as your pecs bulged and your stomach flattened. You felt your delts and traps brow along with your biceps. Your cock felt heavier and thicker as well. You could feel the energy make its way down your legs, reshaping them because you never missed leg day. As the changes continued, the shirt was pulled into your body, merging the previous essence with your current flesh. you felt your face change, a stronger jaw with the perfect pattern of stubble and a full head of short hair.
As the changes finished, the man slid the hat on your head. It was like a vacuum, pulling your life away from you. You felt your name pop out of existence, family, friends, education, turn ons, turn offs, inhibitions, it was like your very IQ was being pulled into the hat.
Once the hat had done its work, the man had just a few more tasks to complete. First he had to take you old essence, which was simple because once he makes you cum, he will collect your semen and save it for another…guest.
He stood you up and worked on miking the essence out of you.
Once he had relieved you of your old burden, he smiled. The man had one last thing do to. He stuck his hairy armpit in your face, cementing your life as a slutty rent boy/gogo dancer himbo for the club up the street. The Sweet musk of his pit entered your nose and opened new pathways in your brain, making you a stupid sex toy. He also softened your look a bit, he had it in for the cute but slutty boys. He would enjoy you for a long time to come.
1000.00 dollars well spent, or at least you would have thought so if you weren’t just a himbro
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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.
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.
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…
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.
“I’m uhh…. wait… Why did you call me a dumb stoner a second ago? I’m nothing like one.”
What are you talking about Jack? You’re telling me you’re really not a stoner?
“I’m not Jack, I’m—,”
You’re who?
“—Jack?”
Jack you’re so high right now. You’re the laziest, most stupid stoner I’ve seen roaming the streets in a long time. We’ve all seen your type… When waking up all you do each morning is lay in bed and touch yourself, and take hits from your many bongs.
“No– I don’t… do that… I’m..”
Jack, you always do that. It’s all you think about doing. Even right now you’re hard and aching to touch yourself, aren’t you?
“I- uhh.”
Try to think about real life shit… you can’t, can you? Your dick keeps interrupting. Oh, and how do you even spell the word ‘rite?’ Is it ‘righte?’ Fuck you can’t even remember. Just think about your stoner dick man.
Hey I like that tattoo by the way, I like how it’s filled in green.
“Fuck dude im so horny ur rite.”
Well, get strokin’ man don’t wait for me! You love playing with that dumb stoner dick all the time. Stroke that thin 7-incher… up and down, up and down, you love pot and you love strokin’ all day long.
“Uhnnnn dude. up—- up and down, up and down.”
Up and down. Don’t bother cleaning up your spunk. Your room is a mess anyway.
It was rough growing up country, interested in country culture, but being in a family that didn’t share those views. Your family was just the average American one, living in a suburb rather than a wide open rural community. Your father a local banker and your mother a teacher. Both were very forward thinking, somewhat liberal, college educated folks and they by no means wanted to be seen as redneck just because of their geographical location. You on the other hand did what you could like wearing camo and dressing like a cowboy but you still felt you missed out on a lot, like fishing, hunting, using a gun, mudding, and using a makeshift pool in the back of a pickup truck. For gods sake your local school district even closed for the first week of hunting season because so many kids wouldn’t have been there if it was open.
You were fed up with trying to convince them and looked up some more unconventional means. You eventually stumbled across a cheaply made website that looked like it belonged in the late 90s internet, it claimed to be run by a cult that worshiped an ancient god who had the power to change reality and that in order to continue to use his powers they had to use it on a certain number of other people per year. The website collected random people’s requests for them to use and you only hesitated a little due to your Christian upbringing but decided that it’s ok since nothing said you had to join the cult so you filled in your request and hit send.
The next day while you were outside fixing your car, it happened. You felt a wave of dizziness come over you as you got a sudden headache. You started forgetting your book learning very rapidly, your brain was on fire, destroying old connections and forming new ones while it physically shrunk in size and your intelligence dropped. You gained knowledge of how to handle different types of guns, how to set traps, how to track deer and bears, various hunting techniques. You also suddenly remember how to fish, and the different equipment involved.
The burning shifted and started to effect your memories. Instead of growing up in the suburbs with educated parents you suddenly remembered growing up on a farm, miles away from your nearest neighbor. It took half an hour to get into town to go to school each day or shop. Your pa ran the animal part of the farm while your ma handled the crops.
The burning sensation moved from your head down to your chest as it pumped up with muscle. Your pecs squaring out while your stomach carved itself into a nice 6 pack. Your arms began to burn as your shoulders broadened and your bicepts began to grow. Your hands got bigger and stronger as clauses formed on the skin. Your upper body gaining the lean muscle that comes from daily labor on the farm, doing the heavy lifting menial tasks that your parents didn’t want to do. You haven’t spent a day of your life in the gym, this all comes from your lifestyle. Your legs started to firm up with muscle and hair as the knees snapped and stretched causing your to grow taller as your spine also elongated until you were about 6’3. Your feet grew put and stretched to size 14 causing a pressure to build up in your shoes until they ripped to shreds. Once your feet were done growing the tattered remains of your shoes reformed around your feet as nice big clunky country boy boots. Your camp pants adjusted to fit your new height. And finally your skin deepened to a nice southern tan from being outside all the time.
Your surroundings had changed too, you were on the farm now and as you looked around, the burning sensation fading away, you saw a large man in boots and a pair of overalls, mixed muscle and fat, walking over to you and you instantly recognized your pa.
“Well boy you ready to go huntin’?” He asked in a thick country accent.
“Hell yeah I am Pa!” You shouted suddenly having a thick accent too. You got in his truck noticing some guns he had in the back as you drove out to the woods to go hunting with your pa. Your memories altered so you don’t even know, but your finally living the life you’ve always wanted
What started as a simple grocery delivery at some lady’s house ended with me locked inside one of her bedrooms! I don’t remember how but I think she came up from behind and injected me with something.
I’m still a bit dizzy but I’m finally able to think clearly.
“How’s my grocery boy?” An old lady entered. She wore typical grandma clothes… So soft-spoken also.
I was not having this, at all! “You crazy bitch, let me go!” I found the more moved toward her, the more resistance I felt. She held her hand up at me and I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen.
All she did was wear a smirk as she sat on the edge of the bed and opened up a black case containing a candle and various nature-looking items. I asked her to explain what she was doing but she only smiled more.
“Take your clothes off, all of them.” Her words pierced my conscious mind and I could only comply.
Having my very average dick on display for some old lady to see was not enjoyable, not to mention I still had no idea of her intentions, nor could I move.
She began to chant while she lit candles… I felt a chill down my spine and a tingling form in my crotch. I saw many new hairs begin to erupt around my existing bush. “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you patience?” I was speechless.
“What I’m doing is giving you a little more motivation.”
I had no clue what to say or think. My balls were moving around and my dick was getting hard almost spontaneously. She kept chanting and chanting… until eventually she stopped after a heavy breath…
“Don’t you ever find yourself horny? A dick as big as yours…” Her words had me looking downward to an expanding boner. I could only look back up, speechless.
“A big dick like that always gets hard for the girls. Am I right?”
What was this crazy lady saying? I am in complete control over my dick, and no thoughts about girls, boobs, or pussy will change that… but wow I am horny… why does she have to mention all this stuff… now it’s making me hard.
“I bet you have trouble fitting into that designer underwear…”
“And goodness a guy like you should really start trimming down there…”
The ants that felt like they were crawling in my crotch became insanely annoying.
“…But I can see why you let it grow out, you love showing it off.”
I couldn’t think… this lady was messing with my mind! “Let– me- GO!”
“You’re such a big, hung white boy… always thinking with that dick of yours.”
I could feel pressure building… I’m not gunna cum… but…
“Hmm, always cumming enormous loads, all the time, I’m sure…”
The moment she said it I couldn’t help but bust my load all over the clean wood floor in front of me. It just felt so good to bust… so good…
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