“Fuck, I look massive,”
“See bro, you will be one piece of hot ass motherfucker if you start working out and ditch those books, they are shit, books won’t get you any fun you can have in college,”
He moved his hand a little bit, making signs in his hand and then trying on different poses and expressions while his stoner, long-haired and surfer look-alike roommate Dave just watched from the corner, smiling mischievously at his nerdy roommate who awed by such marvelous sight of himself in the mirror
“Bro, your joint is lit, the look I see in the mirror is me but fuck yeah I’m a fucking jock,” Martin said, now flexing his biceps. The mirror reflected the hunk but in reality he’s still the same twerp he is
What Martin doesn’t realize is the fact that Dave is not even human. He’s a ghost who trapped in this building after the previously established asylum tore down and replaced by the college dorm. Dave was a jock during his lifetime, until that injury hit him and made him depressed and started to hallucinated.
It’s always been a folk stories that everyone that get dorm no. 247 would always be a nerd and by the time they graduated, they would be a total meathead, and Martin is in that path now.

“Uuu…..fuck…..this is some dope shit,”
“Damn right bro! How does it feel, huh?”
“Marvelous……like…..fuck my pecs are swollen! And this body lookin ridiculously big,”
“Well, that’s what happen if you mix some roided gym rat DNA with supreme bodybuilder, you get the size and symmetry all at once,”
“Hell yeah bro, I wonder, why do you do this to me? I mean, you can get all of this glory for yourself and instead you give it to me,”
Smirk creeped from Alex’s face
“Let’s just say that you are standing in my way to get that master degree scholarship,”
“What do you mean, bruh?” Lewis said, absent-mindedly flexing his swollen biceps
“You see, the serum will not only affect your physique, but also your mind. For example, 2y-4x = 16, what’s the value of y if x is 5?”
“The fuck are you talkin’ bout bruh?” asked Lewis, not giving a fuck to Alex question and still admiring his body
Alex smirked even more and then ruffled his roommate hair
“Good boy, keep being simple. Now, I’m going to go to the classroom while you stay here in the gym and crush these machine like a beast, bye Lewis!

collegenerdtojock:

“Huh, I have a dick now, huhuhuhuh,”
The once nerdy chem grad girl now just sitting in the middle of the skatepark after her (or his now) professor dumped him due to the test failure. The medicine supposed to make her becoming more attractive yet probably there’s a mistake in the mixing of the potion and she become a he now. And quite a good looking he, the professor should said. Lean body, boyish face and quite a satisfying package, yet the potion seems take another toll as it has side effects that killed most of the brain cells she once have and now he is just a simple minded lad.
“Huhuh, it’s growing…..unghhhh…..need to spurt it out and unload so I can skate,”
The professor just stared from the distance at his once bright assistant
“Your sacrifice will worth for thousand girls out there, keep that in your mind, if you have any……” he said, walking back to his car and leave the site before people started to come there.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

ukscallyladz:

👟ukscallyladz👟

You were browsing Grindr for a hook-up. One seemed interesting and so you got chatting and chatting away on the app. You decided to meet up with the guy, even though he seemed like a scruffy chav and not normally your type he seemed to have some personality.

You started to feel a moment of regret when you took the bus which winded through council estate after council estate. Watching the bus move on your map hoping it gets to a less rough area before you realise you’re at your stop.

Getting off the bus you gulp. The bus drove off almost immediately and you can see the run-down block of flats in front of you. You feel suddenly unsafe in your jeans and plaid shirt along with your converse shoes.

You check the bus times. The next bus out of the area wasn’t for another hour so you were stuck. No chickening out of this one it seemed.

Entering the block of flats you notice a large security camera. Clearly this was a problem area. You find the flat number on the sign donning the local council logo in the bottom corner. The guy’s flat is on the top floor, of course it is.

You press the button of the lift and you hear the shaft thunder downwards towards the ground floor. You get out the way of the screaming child in the pushchair being pushed by a lady in a pink tracksuit. She looks at you like a piece of trash on the floor, and well in this area you kind of were.

Getting in the lift, you push to go to the top floor and the door closes in a rackety manner, and way too quickly to probably be safe. The lift jolts a bit to go upwards, pushing you a bit on edge. The light flickering as it slowly makes it way up floor by floor.

It feels like ages and it smells of cigarettes, a smell intoxicating you. You feel slightly lightheaded, and the flickering does nothing for you. Creating a painful headache which hits suddenly.

Out of instinct you spit in the corner. Something you never did before, but trying to think why you did that doesn’t seem to do much help for your headache.

Your dick stirs in your boxers. Something’s off but you can’t help but slide your hand into your trackies. Feels so good to have your hand in your trackies you barely realise you’ve made it to the top floor and your mate is waiting for you with his dumb smile.

Tonight was going to be a good ‘un, and after he’s had his way you won’t remember a thing. Nothing he didn’t want you to remember anyway.

Source: ukscallyladz

First Time’s Free

jakelandry:

“Come on Josh… I didn’t know you
wanted to go to the gym tonight. We were just supposed to the movies,” Peter
whined. He hated how much time Josh spent in the gym. It seemed unhealthy. But
every time Peter would bring that up Josh would just flex his arms asking if
they looked unhealthy. No. The answer was always no.

“C’mon man. I couldn’t go to the
gym today. Besides I got like four free days for friends,” he said, “You don’t
even have to pay.”

It really wasn’t up to Peter to
decide what they were doing. Josh was driving. There really wasn’t another way for
him to get back home. Instead he’d have to think of something that might get
Josh to do something else. “I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to get my
polo all sweaty and gross.”

Josh instantly started digging in
his back seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got just the thing.” He pulled out a
sweaty old muscle shirt and some fabric shorts. There was no way they had been
washed for a while. Dirt clung to the side of the shirt while sweat
stained the shorts. Hopefully it was sweat. “You can wear these,” he smiled while tossing them at
Peter’s chest.

“I can…” Peter said dumbfounded.
“These are definitely clothes that I can put on.” He had a distinctly
disgusted tone to it but Josh didn’t care. It was time for his workout. He led
little Peter into the gym.

“Locker room over there. I’ll
wait for you out here.”

Josh always used a lot of hand gestures when giving directions.
“I’m going to get started and if I finish fast enough we
can still go see that movie.” Peter
was feeling like he should protest but only knew it would make Josh take even
longer. Bitterly, he drug his feet on his way to the locker room.

There were so many big guys all
over the place Peter couldn’t really believe what kind of gym this was. Sure he
expected there to be some guys like Josh but it was like everyone. Peter kept
his eyes front. He didn’t want to be caught checking all of the other guys.
That would just make him feel even more embarrassed.

Peter waited a few moments before
started taking his clothes off. Shyness was practically what he was known for
in high school. He thought back and wondered how he was friends with someone
like Josh. This was the first time he’d actually stepped into a gym that you
had to pay for. However his mind quickly changed to the smell of the shirt Josh
had given him. It completely assaulted his senses.

“This. Has not. Been. Washed,” Peter
blankly said holding the foul smelling shirt away from his body. He looked at
it completely disgusted. “Ugh,” he groaned knowing he would have to spend at least
an hour here whether he wore it or not. He weighed his options again. Sitting
awkward at a gym with a bunch of buff dudes in khakis and a polo, or actually
trying this shirt on and walking on a treadmill.

“Fine…” he groaned as he pulled the shirt closer.
It was absolutely massive on him. He couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he
looked. Josh weighed like twice as much as him. Of course his shirt wouldn’t
fit him properly.

“Bro’s got a massive stank too,” he
laughed. “Needs more body spray.” His voice deepened as he checked himself out
in the mirror. His muscles looked like they were lacking today. It was a good
thing that Josh suggested going to the gym. He flexed for himself checking them
out. For some reason they seemed so much smaller than usual. “Nah man, It’s
just cause Josh is so big,” he tried easing his ego. Really the shirt wasn’t
that big. He tried a different pose in the mirror. He wanted to flex his chest.
His pecs were feeling tight. With another pose the shirt fit him even better.

Another laugh bellowed out of him.
“Da fuck am I thinkin? Shirts mine. Fits like a glove. I musta left it in his
back seat when we played football the other day. That’s why it’s so wicked
dirty.” He lifted up his shirt and slapped his abs. “Bro wishes he was as
jacked as me. He’s got the height but I got the real bod.” He flexed again,
“Damn right.”

Peter left the locker room feeling
pretty good. He felt like he had energy to work out all night. “BRO!” he
shouted across the gym.

“BRO!” Josh shouted back. The two
beat their chests laughing. They were ready for a long night of working out.

Request for Anonymous. So sorry this took so long, I hope it’s good.
The art is not mine.

Dan never had too many friends. He was in college and talked with people in class but once the class ended he never spoke to them again. He pretended for a while that it didn’t bother him but it did. Eventually he decided to try and meet more permanent friends through an online meet up group. The members would meet once every so often in a public safe location and could privately share personal info with those members they trusted, he considered it the safest way to meet people online. Eventually he joined an “animal lovers” group, figuring that his almost finished biology degree would let him fit in, plus he assumed it was some kind of humane group. He signed up and saw that they had monthly meetings in a county park and the next meeting was in a few days.

After mentally preparing himself Dan got dressed in a t-shirt, some jeans, and a space themed baseball cap, and headed to the meeting, the only thing he didn’t like was how late it was, 9 pm? It was already dark by then and he was surprised the local park system would still be open after dark.

When he got there he was upset to find a group of loud rednecks gathered by a picnic table, talking and laughing like drunken idiots. An odd thing he noticed was that the group was all male. He expected this group to be more into hunting then loving animals and almost turned around to leave not being interested in these types of people, but one of them already saw him and called him over.

“Hey you the new guy ain’t ya?” One of them shouted with an obvious southern accent. Too late now, he had been noticed, if he left now he would seem rude, Dan was too polite for his own good sometimes.

“Uh how could you tell?” He asked. The guy just smirked. “The groups got a list of members on our page, we had 10 but a couple days ago it said we had 11, ain’t never seen you before so I put 2 and 2 together and made a guess, the names Ace” the guy explained holding his hand out. Dan shook the guys hand and meet with the other members, they explained they weren’t exactly a humane group, they didn’t do volunteering or anything but they were more like an “animal appreciation club” Dan wasn’t sure he believed that but they didn’t have any guns or weapons around that he could see to indicate they were planning to hunt.

After mingling with the guys for about a half hour Dan decided they weren’t his type, they were nice but into different things like sports and nascar, and had redneck gun values and such, Dan wasn’t rude so he planned to stay for this meeting and leave the group tomorrow, then message them saying he felt too shy or something and get out of any commitment. But as the official meeting seemed to be ending something strange happened. All 10 of the rednecks stood up and looked up to the moon light. They held their arms out like they wanted to soak as much of it up as possible. Dan stood there confused as the guys started to groan and moan as their body’s cracked and snapped…They were changing.

Dan watched in horror as their clothes ripped apart, giving way to massive dark muscled bodies. The men must have grown to almost twice their heights with their muscles getting bigger, beyond body builder to some kind of monster proportions. Their skin getting dark as thick dark hair grew all over, Dan knew something unnatural was happening and he needed to get away but couldn’t, he just stood there frozen in shock. The guys quickly grew long pointed ears, their legs snapping to digitigrade as their feet became twisted into foot-paws, somewhere between human feet and paws. Their hands forming massive claws, still looking hand like but abnormal. Their faces grew out into snouts bearing long fangs, and the finishing touch was their eyes turning a bright glowing yellow as they stood on two legs and ripped off what shreds were left of their clothing and collectively let out a howl at the moon.

The howl seemed to free Dan from his shock induced trance. Werewolves?! These people were werewolves? Was that even possible? What were they? What the fuck was going on? Dans mind was a whirlwind of questions that lacked logical answers, but none of that mattered as self preservation took over and Dan turned to run away at full speed.

The creatures took notice and he heard snarls behind him as the guys he had been awkwardly talking with just a few minutes ago were chasing him on all fours, drooling and snarling like mindless beasts. It quickly became obvious He couldn’t outrun these creatures built to hunt as one of them tackled him to the ground and he was sure he was finished, this group must exist to trick people into becoming their food or something Dan thought as the creature chomped down on his neck, biting him. But after the bite it let go, the others no longer in pursuit. The creature climbed off of him and they all formed a circle around Dan…just standing there.

Dan felt extreme pain from the bite but when he looked he didn’t see or smell the blood he expected, instead he saw it instantly healing…and thick dark hair spreading from it. Shit! Dan realized what was happening, he wasn’t their dinner, he was their newest member! He started to feel it, a hot energy flowing through his veins like a venom. He could feel a tingle as it spread to every cell in his body like a virus. He felt the hair spreading like a wave of itchiness across his body. His skin getting thicker and tougher and darker. He felt his muscles pulse and his bones crack as he grew taller. His back arching and ripping the back of his shirt as the fur grew and spread. His chest heaved with each deep, panicked breath and pushed out into 2 firm and powerful pecs that ripped his shirt open. He could only watch and moan as his slightly chubby stomach shrunk away before turning flat and then carving into a tight 8 pack. The detail soon became hidden by his darker skin then by the fur as well. His arms pumped up destroying the left over sleeves that covered his arms. Biceps and triceps filled with pain and oddly pleasure as they bulged out, his hands growing big and meaty to stay proportional, his palms grew pads and his nails twisted into claws.

He was moaning the whole time, his mind a foggy mess of pain and pleasure. His legs shifted to be digitigrade as his feet stretched to accommodate his growing form. They strained his shoes until finally they burst out as long, wide hybrids of paws and feet, his nails sharpening into dark claws. They expanded to an inhuman size growing bigger then size 20 shoes. The muscles in his legs grew and ballooned out starting to rip apart his jeans. His cock grew longer and thicker before a canine sheath soon covered it, his balls swelled to the size of grapefruit. His ass swelled out becoming tight and firm as a tail sprouted, destroying what was left of his pants.

He was now naked, and a werewolf from the neck down. His cock soon turned red and canine like as it grew out of the sheath. Why the fuck was this turning him on?! He was turning into a monster like the others. The fur and changes spread to his head where his neck grew wider and stronger, his Adam’s apple growing big as his vocal cords re arranged. His nose turned black and wet as his face forced itself out into a snout, his teeth sharpening into fangs and his tongue flattened. He sniffed the air and started to smell a musky scent that turn him on more as he realized the other werewolves surrounding him had formed a circle jerk as they whacked off to his transformation with their own canine cocks. His hair murged with the fur and his ears moved up becoming pointed and finally his eyes turned a glowing yellow like the others. The changes hit his brain last as an animalistic lust filled his mind. He wanted to hunt and eat and fuck! Those urges demanded his attention and everything else faded from his mind as his knowledge, IQ , memory and personality faded to nothing as he jerked off with his brothers. What little human resistance was left faded when he and all the others came. He opened his mouth to drink it all in and then joined the others in a loud victorious howl.

His mind didn’t seem to record anything beyond a few foggy memories of the night. He just seemed to have fun running through the woods with his brothers. It felt exciting to have the wind going through his fur as he ran on all fours. When the sun came up it was like it was sucking away his energy and power as he shrunk back into human form. However it wasn’t his normal human form, at least Dan didn’t think it was. His beastly muscles shrank away however he was left with more then he thought he started with. His mind was foggy. His stomach shrunk down to a flat 6 pack, his pecs were still nice and lean and firm. His arms kept their nice strong biceps, but at human proportions. His face became a little more angular and manly looking. As the fur receded he was left with a light chin strap beard. His hair turned blond and get short his leg muscles became lean and strong, from running while hunting and not skipping leg day. He also realized he felt a lot dumber, the stuff he lost last night when the beats mind took over wasn’t returning. He had new knowledge in his head, like how to use a gun and a bow, how to track stuff, how to repair cars, and lots of rules about sports. He stood up when he heard a voice behind him.

“Welcome to the pack, Buck” one guy said, after standing up, Dan realized it was Ace. Ace had been way taller then him before but now Dan was only a few inches shorter then him. He looked down and couldn’t help but grin at his impressive 6 inch soft, completely human, dick. He was naked, so was Ace. Dan remembered last night but wasn’t scared anymore.

“Well shucks thanks man, but that ain’t my name” Dan spoke suddenly with a southern accent and a dumb sounding slang but he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t remember the proper language.
“Sure it is, ya caught a huge buck last night so that’s yer name now” Ace explained and suddenly Da…Buck couldn’t remember any other name, he could barely remember his old life now except he does remember last night clearly. Ace offered Buck a new pair of boxers and jeans and Buck put back on the space hat he had from last night, apparently it just fell off when he changed, however now he wore it backwards, it was the only thing left from his old life. He was offered no shirt but he didn’t seem to want one anyway. He exchanged contact info with the rest of his pack…A brotherhood of manly men who are part animal and tough hunters, a different type of “animal lovers” Buck thought with a smile. Buck got in Ace’s truck, loving the way the awesome truck looked, and recognizing Ace as the pack Alpha. Buck was more than happy, being a werewolf had its perks, he was a hot strong redneck now and that was his life now.

idesofrevolution:

“Oh my god, Derek! What happened to you?” Charlie stared horrified at his former buddy, who now appeared before him muscled, tattooed, bearded, and about ten years younger. Absolutely shocked at the transformation, Charlie fell to his knees, there in the waiting room; his friend lounged on the fur bean bag, surrounded by ammunition, booze, and firearms.

“I’m hired, dude! They need security here. So, I volunteered and they helped me out with the… Job Requirements.” Derek flexed his jacked left arm, reveling in the bursts of testosterone rushing through him. “They need one more, and I put your name down. Good luck, bro!” Charlie had never heard his friend speak like that before. Derek had graduated from Carnegie Mellon University with a degree in Marketing. He was plain spoken, but by no means this meathead type.

“Mr. Carmichael?” A striking gentleman with snow white hair called out Charlie’s name from the open doorway. He nervously tried to escape the way he entered, but after a signal from Derek, two huge men blocked his route. “Ah, yes. Mr. Charles Carmichael. Come this way.” Charlie felt two arms link with his own, lifting him from the ground, and carry him into the dim room.

Inside, a large red velvet chair sat illuminated in the center of the room. The two brutes plopped him atop it, and silently stood behind him. The silver haired man stood before him, with his supposed companion. They ruffled through some papers in a manila folder, eventually halting upon a single document.

“Alright, Mr. Carmichael. It says here that Lt. Derek Watts recommended you for the job. He’s a man of good taste. So we’ll take his word for it.” Charlie tried to struggle in his seat, but was shocked to see his body was immobile. Frozen in it’s place. “We’re looking for dedicated people to join the security team here at Libertine Hall, so we’re just going to be certain you’re up for the job.”

The two hands began to strip Charlie’s clothes from his body, forcefully tearing and ripping the fabric to shreds. A pair of freezing cold dog tags were placed around his neck, causing goosebumps to ripple down his skin. Unable to protest, Charlie could only whimper as his vision became blurry and distorted. “Alright, Question One: What is your rank?” The silver haired man read off the clipboard holding the manila folder, casually glancing at Charlie. As if on cue, Charlie obediently responded.

“Private, second class, sir!” Eyes bulging from his skull in horror, he could only watch as the man smiled with pride.

“Good. Second question: what is your post?”

“Aerial, sir! I pilot the helicopter!” The two continued with a Q&A for three hours before the final portion of the questionnaire began. With a mischevious glint in his eye, the silver haired man smirked and spoke quietly.

“How long have you been working out, soldier?” Charlie squirmed as he felt heat radiate underneath his skin. As if every muscle contracted all at once, flexing his entire body. Sweat poured from every pore, coating him in a thick layer of dirty grime. He could barely see his bulbous beer gut melt away into a cut mesomorphic torso, thunder thighs compress into lean muscle, and sagging arms tighten and bulk.

“My whole life, sir!” he involuntarily cried out, with gleaming pride emanating from his voice.

“You’ll need some boots, soldier. What size are you?” Exhausting every ounce of energy he possessed, Charlie was unable to cry out for help as his feet exploded into a growth spurt, with high arches and long, narrow toes.

“Size sixteen, sir!” The two goons slid on a pair of clearly well worn combat boots, after which they remained at his side, awaiting their orders.

“Great. Of course, you understand you’re a subordinate of ours. You’ll be required to… perform… daily for our guests and clients. Nonetheless, it seems you’re excited to do so.” Charlie barely noticed the perfect, lean cock standing at attention, eager to please.

“Sir, yes sir!” A buzzing sound echoed in the blackened room, and Charlie could only watch as his perfectly coiffed hair was shaved from his head, replaced by a tight buzz cut and black beret. He stood, like the good obedient soldier he is, and saluted his commanding officer.

“Good. You’re dismissed, private.” Exiting the room, Charlie smiled a dumb grin at Derek, and pulled him into an aggressive bear hug fit for a General. Yet, behind their eyes, the two accountant’s suppressed consciousnesses cried out for any shred of help, destined to be locked away in their hulking soldier bodies.

Source: idesofrevolution

dougtfs:

“You gotta try this weed, dude,” said my roommate, swaggering into my room in just a tank top and his underwear.

“I need to study,” I said, trying not to stare. he was a big muscle jock, always getting high with his friends and pumping iron when he wasn’t playing videogames.

“Just try,” he teased, his eyelids heavy as he leaned his face down next to me. I tried to look away, to fixate on the book I was trying to read. “Just try it. Just once.” I could smell the pot on his breath.

“No man,” I said. “Please just let me study.”

He took a long drag on the joint in his hand, then leaned back down in my face, holding his breath and smiling like an idiot.

“Just go awa–” I started, and then he coughed in my face, and all the smoke billowed around me. I gasped, inhaling a bunch of it, and suddenly I couldn’t remember what we were saying.

“What was that?” he said.

“Just… uh … lemme try it,” I slurred, feeling dumb and giddy. I put the joint in my mouth, inhaled, and felt so gooooood.

“Why you wearin’ clothes, man?” my roommate asked. I looked down. Why was I? I couldn’t remember what good clothes were. What’s the point? I pulled my pants down, and my roommate helped me yank off my shirt.

Naked, I leaned back on my bed, rubbing my long hair in relaxed bliss. My roommate crouched down at the bottom of the bed, grinning at me.

“Whaddya doin’?” I laughed.

He just took my foot in his mouth and started sucking. Mmmm, nice. I wiggled my toes for him, then noticed the plate of pot brownies he’d brought in and set near the bed. I grabbed one and took a bite – wow, so good. My head swam, my mind sunk, and by the time I finished the first brownie I couldn’t even tell you my name.

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Uh, little help, all of my friends have contracted the bubble boy virus. They’re hot as fuck and make my dick rock hard but I like being smart… but FUCK they’re so hot!

kinkypupecho:

I don’t know. I don’t think you like being smart as much as you say you do. I mean, otherwise you wouldn’t be sending me this message. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be saying how hot you think they are, how hard your dick gets whenever you watch them prance around, asses jiggling, giggling vapidly, proving just how empty their heads are after being infected by the virus.

I think, if you really wanted to keep your intelligence, your cock wouldn’t twitch in your pants when I tell you how good it would feel to not have to deal with all of those thoughts in your head. I know your type. I’m like you, after all. Heads whizzing with thoughts and ideas. Not a moment of silence in that stuffed-full skull of yours.

And, anyway, what makes you think that you haven’t contracted the Bubble Boy virus yet? If all of your friends have it, statistically speaking, you should have it, too. I mean, if you can still understand it. Did you really think that any of your friends noticed that they were slowly becoming Bubble Boys? It was easy enough for you to see because it wasn’t your thoughts slowing down. It wasn’t your intelligence getting sapped away by a virus that you could do nothing about.

Besides, I think, if you really wanted to keep your smarts, you wouldn’t be sitting on my couch in just your underwear and a tank top. Much less that tank top peeled back to expose the abs that you could have sworn you didn’t have a week ago, your index finger caught between your front teeth, and a hand down the front of your briefs, rubbing that hard cock between your legs.

Oh. That’s it. You’re starting to realize the truth, aren’t you? Yeah, all those times you had to do any math the past week. You thought you were correct. You thought your answers were fine. But really, they were just getting worse and worse. See, here’s the thing, the loss of intelligence to the Bubble Boy virus? It’s an insidious thing. If you have no one to compare to, you would never know.

And, as you said, all your friends have been infected. All your friends are well on their way to becoming bubble boys. Like a frog dropped in cold water that is gradually brought to a boil, you never even noticed the way that your thoughts got slower and slower, little by little. I’m sure you still have some intelligence in there, but I don’t think you’ll be keeping that for very long, boy.

It started, at first, with occasionally forgetting a period, a comma, an exclamation point, a question mark, in your texts to your friends. It was innocuous enough. It passed under your radar. Besides, your new friends never texted with proper punctuation, anyway. Then, apostrophes went. Then, you started confusing words you never had any trouble with before. To and too. Lose and loose. Your, you’re, and yore. Their, there, and they’re.

You got hornier. And sluttier. But you never noticed. You were too busy convincing yourself that it was just because you found your bubble boy friends so hot. But really, it was your body telling you that it was changing. I wonder how many times you were jerking off in your usual way, either lying in your bed or sitting at your computer, only for you to end up on all fours, fingers fucking in and out of your pucker while you half-heartedly pumped your increasingly more meaningless boy nub?

Oh, and let’s not even get started with the dildo that you told yourself you bought to help out your roommate with the increased appetite of his new ass. You could have volunteered your own hefty cock, but you didn’t. Because you didn’t think of it as a cock anymore. Not really. More like an oversized clit. And, inevitably, you ended up using the dildo on yourself, forgetting all about stroking your nub until one day you had an earth-shattering orgasm just riding the thick dildo that you kept telling yourself you were going to give to your roommate… after you used it one more time. And then one more time after that. And then one more time after that.

You weren’t at all getting addicted to riding thick cock. No. At least, that’s not what you told yourself. You told yourself that you were just spicing up your single life with a little bit of variety. How could you possibly be contracting the virus when you were still every bit as smart as you were before? Only, it didn’t cross your mind that two days before, despite your degree in chemistry, you had panicked over a post on the internet that told you how much dihydrogen monoxide was in your tap water. Nor did it occur to you that that morning you had completely forgotten what T.V. even meant.

Although I guess none of this matters now. Those lidded eyes of yours, that sultry look, the way that you’re wiggling your butt. I bet that all this shocking knowledge has triggered the last steps of the transformation. Oh, don’t mind the big words that I’m using, darling. I’m just talking to myself. A dumb little slut like you doesn’t need to worry about such things.

That’s it, boy. It feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, fuck that boypussy with your fingers. It’s so sad that you don’t have your dildo here, isn’t it? Well, don’t you worry. There are more than a few real men who work here who would be more than willing to help you with that itch deep inside of you.

I would be, too, but unlike you, I know that I’m coming down with a case of the bubbles. I’m early on in the process, of course. I’m nowhere near as stupid as you are, at this point. Nor am I as much of a pussyboy slut, yet. But I guess there isn’t a better time than now to start, is there?

I might still have some of my intelligence, but I bet those men wouldn’t care if I put on my best impression of your face, entirely devoid of any smarts, nothing in your head but cock and the feeling of cock sinking between those round, meaty cheeks of yours. Oh, yeah, I’m going to enjoy watching you slip even deeper for as long as I can.

I can’t fucking wait until I’m like you.

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Cliff thought it was pretty stupid. An urban legend passed around from camboy to camboy because that’s just how things survived. Everyone was terrified of even making the finger-guns on-stream because they were afraid it was going to happen to them. The chats usually offered a lot of money for the camboys to go through with it, though.

Cliff had just finished talking to his chat about it. He’d gone off on a long tangent about stupid people and letting their stupid superstitions cheat them out of their money. A couple of people in the chat were pretty vocal about the urban legend being real, but for the most part Cliff ignored them. At least until they started offering larger and larger tips for him to do it.

So that was how he ended up with a finger-gun to his forehead. If he was being entirely truthful, there was a small part of him that was afraid something was going to happen. There was a small part of him that advised him not to do it on the off-chance that it might work. But he had just gotten an offer of $5000 to do it, and he wasn’t about to waste the chance to get $5000 when all he had to do was prove a stupid superstition false.

“Pew,” he said, making a shooting motion with his fingers. A chill traveled down his spine as he felt something sharp and cold lance through his head. His eyes widened and he looked at his fingers in surprise. He moved to type something to chat, but as he looked at the keyboard, he could only tilt his head. He knew that he should know how to type, but for some reason he couldn’t figure it out.

Cliff looked at the chat and then realized that the words and letters were blurring together. For the first time in his life, his mind was quiet. “Uuugh…” He groaned, feeling his cock growing hard in his pants as he futilely tried to grab at the few stray thoughts making their way through his largely empty brain now.

Maybe he should have listened to his friends. Oh well, too late now. He’s the lucky winner of the himbo roulette, and as his eyes glassed over, and he slipped his underwear down to his ankles to shake his butt at the camera, the chat realized what had happened and cheered. Not that he’ll ever know that, now. And the $5000 he had been offered? He was never going to get it.

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