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.
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You don’t remember why you ended up here, only how. You came home with the guy. He was cute. He was hot. Incredibly, even. You would say far above your batting range, but he had taken some interest in you. Not to mention, he’d been so charismatic, so charming, so earnest, that you just couldn’t bear to say no to his cute face.
As you followed him through the pristine halls of his home, you felt lighter, happier, better than you had felt in years. If there had been mirrors around, you would have noticed yourself getting younger, settling down at around what you looked like at 20 years of age. It wasn’t saying much. You were pretty bad at the age of 20, having not a care in the world, not really paying much attention to how you looked or how you dressed, but you were changing.
What fat you had was melting off you, and what you lacked in muscles were beginning to grow in. Your shirt was tight as you started growing, the seams straining as you filled out, as you turned into the idealized version of you at 20. You felt your shirt loosen, but not that much, just enough to accentuate the new muscles that adorned your body. You would have freaked out and run, but you were feeling too good to give up the sensation.
As you walked, you also felt your face shifting around, changing. If you could have seen, you would have noticed the hair on the top of your head changing, growing thicker, healthier. If you had any gray hairs at all, they returned to your natural color. And your face, the asymmetries and the acne and all the pits and scars that had bothered you from your teenage years disappeared, leaving you fresh-faced and clean-shaven.
Your mind also began to regress, losing all your years of wisdom, all the knowledge that you had accumulated. Maybe you try to hang on to some of it, but it all invariably slips through your fingers. It’s at this point that you begin to worry, but you can’t figure out why. Your thoughts flit at the edges of your consciousness, teasingly darting in within reach and then out as you try to grasp them.
You feel slow, you feel dumb, but you also feel warm, light, happy, and fuzzy. It feels good. You’re stupid now, but it feels good. You let him lead you around the house, going around and around in circles, never suspecting, until he seems satisfied with your progress. At that point, he pushes past two large double doors revealing a room with a tiled floor and a large marble tub in the middle filled with foam.
You see wisps of steam rising from the placid surface, and you let go of his hand. You stop. You watch as he descends into the pool, wrapping himself in the foam. You can smell salt in the air, like the sea, and you notice that the pool is actually the lower half of an enormous clam.
You look at the man that had slipped into the tub. He speaks no words. Just looks at you. Watches you as you sway, no thoughts in your head, your cock getting hard. You hadn’t even realized that you were naked. Your cock rises between your legs, but you feel it shrink away, become irrelevant, little more than a nub. Your ass fills out, you feel your hole twitch. His eyes burn into yours with an intensity that makes your knees feel weak.
From the foam, you see his cock rise, breaking the surface of the water, like a delectable pillar of flesh that draws your attention and makes your feet bring you, unbidden, to the edge of the pool. You stop, apprehensive. Somehow, you know that once you bathe in the water, all of this would be permanent. You would be forever in the thrall of the being before you.
But your dulled mind can see nothing wrong with that and you take your first step into the warm water. Your cock spews between your legs, the pleasure overwhelming you, shattering what little is left. You dip your other foot in. You keep shooting as you walk toward the man, your mouth loose and open, drool dribbling from the tip of the tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth.
When you stand in front of him, you sink to your knees in worship and kiss his cock. “Good boy,” he says, rubbing your head. “Good boy.” And you lower your head and envelop his length. It is the most intense sensation you have ever felt. Who could have known worship at the feet of a god, one risen from the foam, could feel so good?
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I was in love with my teacher. He always wore such tight clothes that showed off his body that could be likened to that of a god. Naturally I had no chance with him because he was twice my age, but a guy can dream.
One day while browsing in the library I saw a dust covered book that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As I pulled it out I saw that it was titled “Potions and Spells”. I assumed it was nothing more than a fantasy book, but I continued to read it nonetheless. Part way through I saw a recipe for a potion titled “The Fountain of Youth”. It claimed that this potion could regress someone’s age. Even though my mind was telling me it was just a fantasy book and didn’t actually work, I photocopied the page and got to work that night trying to create the potion.
One week later it was time for my school camp, with my favourite teacher coming on the camp too. During a hike, I had held to the back of the group as I knew it was my favourite teacher’s job to look after those at the back. I saw him go to grab a drink of water and his realisation that his water bottle was missing. I realised it was my time to strike. I handed him my water bottle with a smile and he happily used it to quench his thirst. Little did he know that it wasn’t just water that was in that bottle. As he took his last sip, I saw the realisation on his face that something was happening. He looked shocked as he began to shrink in height, his facial hair receding, in fact most of his body hair was receding. His face became more youthful and his tramping pack turned into a school bag. Before he had a chance to fully comprehend what was happening, I saw him blink and then all of sudden he seemed to forget everything that had just happened. “Phew, it’s hot,” I heard him say as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned and hairless body underneath.
As he put his school bag back, on he started to run off towards the rest of the students. “Come on, we better catch up with the rest of the class, we wouldn’t want to get told off by the teacher!” he shouted back to me. I stood there in disbelief as I realised that the potion actually worked. My teacher had been regressed to that of a teenager, a smoking hot, age-appropriate teenager. The regression of the mind was unexpected, but I guess it’s better that way. Just as I was about to run over to catch up with him, I saw him checking me out. “I guess the extra potion I added to make him gay worked too,” I thought to myself as a smile began to appear on my face. I should probably be thinking about the consequences of what people will think of having lost a teacher but somehow gained a student, but for the time being, I’m just going to focus on the teacher – or should I say student, that is waiting up ahead for me. It’s going to be a fun school year.
Fuuuuuck. It worked. It fucking worked. Dude, I didn’t think that spell was real, but here I am in Aaron’s body. Could you imagine, man? Super smart. Body to kill for. Fuck, I’ll be the king of the campus.
Man, I can’t wait to take this swole body and thick dick out for a spin, brah. Bet you ten bucks I can bring a cute twink home from the gym.
…
The fuck, bro? Why am I talking like this? Ugh… Why does my head feel so hazy…
What do you mean the equipment’s limited? The spell didn’t say anything about that. Bro. Dude. What’s happening to me? Fuuuuuck… No, I don’t want to lose my intelligence. Reverse the spell!
What do you mean it’s permanent, bro?
Ugh…
…
Brah, the fuck you doing standing around there? Gotta get to the gym, dude! Can’t let a body like this go!
Pfft. Why would I go to the library, bro? Too dumb for that shit.
No, I don’t want to go to your room to study, brah! I gotta get big!
Is that true, brah? I mean, I guess I do remember form health class that testostes … testosten … whatever’s in dope comes from the balls… What? Brah, stop fucking with me. Why would it go there?
Oh, duh. LOL. I shouldn’t have doubted you, bro. Come on. My room’s upstairs, bro. I want you to bury that testosterone deep in my asshole.
Oh is that what you call it, brah? Okay. If you say so, man. LOL. You’re so smart. Come on, then. I want you to fill my jockpussy up!
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It didn’t take much
for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge
guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However
one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder
than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the
middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his
presence.
“Well at least some things don’t
change,” he mumbled to himself.
Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel
so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles
were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be
like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.
“Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from
behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack
him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from
behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.
“Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help
but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he
understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was
completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this.
The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like
all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to
say.
“First time here, lil buddy? Pretty
intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll
show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading
him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s
head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it
back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”
Calvin just nodded. He stared back
at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t
like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to
train. You gotta look confident.”
“But I…
“Don’t wanna hear it.” He
completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?”
Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want
you to give me an intimidating stance.”
“What?” Calvin had no idea what
that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”
“No negatives!” Calvin wanted to
interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal
with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look
tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in
his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want
to let him down.
Giving his best bad boy attitude,
Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated
than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man.
You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt
the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position
he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.
“And tip you head up a little bit.”
Calvin looked at his face again.
Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The
light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty
handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed
his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so
much better that way.
“And flex.”
In an instant Calvin flexed his
entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged.
His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of
the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of
the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being
naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard
work to others?
“YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding
his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap
filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.
“Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong
wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a
problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out
of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t
seem to mind.
“Nah man. Shit like that happens
all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.
“Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?”
Calvin quipped back.
“Dude! I wish! But can’t.
Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He
wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a
second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to
wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy
had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about
something else.
Feel your body exploding with muscle…. tightening up…. your face changing….
Realize that even your clothes are transforming. Your nerdy skinny jeans are turning into a high-end pair of athletic sweatpants… A tight fitted cap appears on your head…
No need for a shirt any more… not with a body like that…
As the transformation finishes, allow your old self to melt completely away, becoming the perfect gym bro you have always wanted to be….
Put the phone away now. Flip that baseball cap around. Go lift some weights with your bros. Get pumped up.
Its funny, people who are enlightened often seem to wish they were ignorant, while the ignorant seem to be content with themselves how they are…
Forget graduate school, you hardly managed to scrape by your senior year of high school. Between helping out on the farm, drinking beers with your buddies and having a good ol’ country boy time you don’t have much time for any sort of education or self improvement.
I’ve left your memories of your old life in tact to try and motivate you to maybe find a balance between your two lives; however, i suspect that every time you try to sit down and enjoy something from your old life, you’ll get bored, frustrated and just go muddin’ or something to that tune instead.
One of your favorite things to do when you and the guys get together is your own version of mud wrestling. Everyone strips down and starts trying to take one another down. Whoever goes down first is the pig for that match and has to take a load from every other guy before a new match can start.
You’re pretty strong but for some reason you find yourself losing way more than you win,. Maybe it’s because your other country boy friends are stronger than you, or maybe its because you never feel more at peace then when you’re face down, ass in the air , snorting and taking dick like the dumb redneck you are.
You feel a forceful tap on your shoulder. You look up and find yourself facing some huge meathead in tight workout gear.
“Hey brah, I’m with a cause that changes lives. Wanna be part of it?” “Sorry, I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to see my professor—” “Huh huh, no biggie. All I’m asking is that you put on this free bracelet to show you’re with us.” The meathead produces a yellow rubber bracelet.
“Fine,” you say, extending your hand. You hope to get rid of this dumbass quickly; you need a few more minutes to figure out how to ask your professor for extra credit. The meathead snaps the bracelet around your wrist, and you feel a jolt something like electricity course throughout your body. Soon afterwards, your professor calls you in. You sit down and try to make your case for extra credit, but somehow, it’s hard for you to come up with the words. It’s like every thought has to wade through molasses. You excuse yourself and leave, finding the meathead still in the hallway.
“What do you want?” you ask. “Come lift with me, brah.” “I’m not your ‘brah.’” “Then why are you wearing that bracelet?” “Because you wanted me to support your stupid cause!” “But you are a part of it now, brah!” “No I’m not! I don’t give a damn about… MINDLESS MEATHEAD? What the fuck? Why does this bracelet say ‘MINDLESS MEATHEAD?’“ “Because that’s what you are now. A mindless meathead. So come lift with me, brah.” “Sure, bro.”
When you can choose from a whole team of hypnotised football jocks why not take them all? They will obey your every command since they’re properly trained by coach. You get to have them for 2 days and you can do whatever you want with them. How does that sound?
You took the team home and then it was time for the fun to begin. While you let one eat your ass, and one suck your cock, the rest began cleaning your house. They were still naked apart from wearing their helmets and chest armour. On the second day you lined them all up on all fours and fucked each and every one of them in their boyholes and finally cummed inside the team’s captain.
Feeling satisfied you left the football slaves in the room while you went away to take a shower. After returning to the room naked you noticed they got up and were staring at you. Your cum meanwhile was leaking out of the captain’s ass. He didn’t seem to notice it. He started to talk in a robotic voice. ‘time is up. 48 hours are over. Payment is needed.’ Not knowing that he meant you asked what kind of payment. Coach hadn’t said anything about payment.
Then the whole team suddenly started to move towards you. Before you could make a move or try to run 3 of the guys grabbed you and pinned you down on the ground. They were too strong for you so trying to run away was impossible. They rest of the team started to slowly stroke their soft dicks. Within minutes they were all hard and stroking their cocks while standing around your pinned down body. You wanted to scream but one of the guys holding you put his hand over your mouth.
After what felt like ages they all simultaniously cummed over your body. A dozen of warm loads of cum covered your body from head to to. Some even got in your mouth and you nearly threw up from the salty taste. The 3 guys let you go and you quickly stood up. Cum started to drip on the ground. Then suddenly you felt the cum drying up quickly. It felt like it was being absorbed by your body. You stumbled to the bathroom nearly tripping over your own legs. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you noticed that all of the cum had vanished.
Then something strange happened. Your face began to shift shape. Out of nowhere your lips grew in size and a noticable jawline appeared where previously there was a boyish face. Your hair grew somewhat longer styling itself into a perfect cut. In a matter of seconds your face became handsome and hot. Your slowly raised a hand to your face when you noticed a blue glove was covering it. You had one around your other hand too. What was happening?
When you looked at both hands you noticed your skin started to change colour starting where the gloves ended and spreading all over your body. It was a slightly darker more bronze like colour than your normal skin colour. It was as if your skin was tanning extremely quickly. After a few seconds it looked like you had spent days in the sun. when the tan reached your chest something moved under your skin. It felt strange. As if something was growing there. You had the same feeling in your arms and belly. Then suddenly to giand muscled appeared under your nipples and a giant sixpack plumped up under your skin. Even without flexing these rock hard abs were clearly visible. You started touching the giant pecs on your chest when you noticed big biceps had appeared on you arms. You arms had nearly trippled in size since you were never that muscular.
Under your sixpack the black pubic hairs receded back into your skin. You look down in amazement as you notice that your now smooth dick is growing. A giant wave of pleasure travels through your body as your dick doubles in size. You feel that your ass gained more volume too, your butt sticking out backwards now. As your dick is slowly starting to stiffen you suddenly feel something tight around your cock and ass. You look down again and see that your new enormous junk is covered in a tight blue jockstrap, leaving your bubblebut to stick out. Further down your tighs had grown and had developed a lot of muscle, giving you an impressive look.
While you were admiring your new hot body in the mirror, still not understanding what was happening, the football team had entered the bathroom. The captain was holding a piece of chest armour similar to the ones they were wearing. Once again 3 guys grabbed you. While you had become much stronger when those muscles had appeared on your body, three jocks were still too much for you. Unable to free yourself the captain placed the armour over your head and on your broadened shoulders.
The guys let go of you and you fell onto your knees. Your thoughts were beginning to become fuzzy. You tried to remember what you were doing but something made you forget it. Then suddenly all of your memories left your mind. You forgot who you were, what your name was, where you lived. All of the memories of your live just vanished. Then the entire team started to talk. ‘One of us. No. 14. One of us. No. 14.’ They kept repeating. Slowly but surely new memories entered your mind. You were number 14 of the team. Your were one of the hottest. You had the biggest cock of the team. You were to obey coach. You were to obey anyone who was given permission to command you by coach. Serving was your purpose and that was the only thing you did. You had no limits. You existed to serve coach.
You stood up. While your cock desperately tried to get hard in the tight jockstrap, while your hole was itching, while your nipples were erect and sensitive, you said: ‘I am slave no. 14, I am ready to serve. I am one of the team.’
This is Tim, although cute and small, he was arrogant and troublesome. His muscly roommate, Charlie, was his victim – always making fun of him for seeming braindead. It wasn’t specifically a nice thing to do, and the Doctor had no tolerance towards bullies, so one night, muttering incantations, the Doctor implanted dreams of Charlie’s naked body. Tim awoke with a jolt and covered in sweat. ‘Why the hell would I dream of that?’ he questioned himself. Looking at the clock to see it was 1am, he remembered Charlie was at the all night gym – on his way home now, most likely.
Tim stood in the kitchen, sipping on some water, not knowing the Doctor was just in the other room, watching from the shadows with one of Charlies underwear in his hands. He walked through the lounge room at the perfect time – the Doctor finished a spell on one of Chris’ underwear that he took and jumped at Tim, covering his face with the underwear. Tim put up a struggle but gave in only seconds after being jumped, his mind going foggy before passing out. The Doctor dashed off as he heard the front door open.
Tim woke up to the sound of the kettle, finding himself in the lounge room. He looked up to see Charlie making a cup of tea. Tim remembered having water and then it all going black. As he went to get up, Charlie turned around – making Tim sit back down. Charlie was only in his underwear, fresh out of the shower. ‘So you want to tell me what you were doing with my jocks?’ Charlie asked. ‘Why the hell would I touch your crap?’ Tim spat back. ‘It was in your lap when I found you asleep in the middle of the room.’
Flex, boy, a voice whispered into Charlies ear. ‘What did you say?’ Charlie asked Tim. ‘I never spoke, idiot,’ Tim answered. Flex and you’ll enjoy what’s next. With a strong desire pulsing into Charlie, he lifted his arms and flexed.
‘What the hell are…..’ Tim started before his nostrils inhaled a strong smell – his dick going hard. Tim got up without another word and walked over to Charlie – Charlie keeping silent as he dropped one arm but kept flexing the other. ‘I.. I,’ Tim stuttered. The Doctors voice filled his head with chants of sniff him, worship him, obey him. ‘I need you,’ he finally said, diving his nose into Charlies armpit – taking a deep whiff.
He eagerly rubbed Charlies muscled body, groaning at how big he was, humping into Charlies leg as he continued to take in the smell. His independence dropped as his mind went hazy, forgetting all of the knowledge he learned in life. Charlie moaned as he gripped at Tims ass, enjoying this positive change for the once arrogant nerd. Charlie wasn’t surprised as Tim dropped to his knees and dropped Charlies underwear, slowly taking it into his mouth. Charlie gripped the back of Tims head and started to face fuck the small boy.
‘Take it, fag,’ he demanded. ‘Take it all!’
Picking Tim up after a while, Charlie took him to the bedroom and threw him down, allowing Tim to come back to him and worship his hard muscles. This is your life now, the Doctors voice filled Tims head. Tim accepted it as he found his ass up and a thick cock pounding into him as all he could do was continue to worship his new masters ballooning pecs. Charlie shoved his underwear in Tims face, Tim taking it and taking deep sniffs of it, moaning as his virgin ass tingled with mindblowing sensations.
‘You’re going to be my personal slut now,’ Charlie whispered in his ear. ‘This is your place, bitch.’
‘Yes sir,’ Tim groaned as Charlie slapped his smooth ass. ‘Always for you sir!’
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