Tag: jock

derekwilliams:

“Can u believe all these losers??” I said. My friend Jonas and I were hanging out at the mall, trying not to puke at the hoard of consumer zombies lurching from store to store.

It was the forth of july, so it was even worse than normal. Up and down the mall there were groups of people loudly joking and laughing, getting their murca on, and wearing whatever red white and blue they had in their closet.

I was dressed all in black like normal. So was Jonas. Fucking automatons.

“Shit Brad, isn’t that Taylor Rives?” Jonas said, pointing out a muscular college kid who was rapidly approaching. His broad shoulders were pushing out a blue tank top and he was wearing red shorts. Tan arms showed off the amount of time he spent out playing ultimate frisbee, and his rounded pecs pushing out showed the rest of his time was in the gym.

In our intro psych class last week, I’d made a pretty assholic comment about how different kinda of people were good at different shit…like maybe meatheads like Taylor shouldn’t be in school. The guy looked better suited for construction or being a gogo boy or something…

“Quick,” I pushed Jonas into the nearest store. It was a pop-up store, just there for July 4th. The sign above the door said “americana”

“I don’t wanna talk to that guy,” I said. “He’s such a fag”

It was tacky to the extreme. The whole place was filled with everything from muscle car kits to uncle sam posters to size large american flag tank tops. Another muscle bound moron was working the counter.

I felt a stirring in my dick. Weird.

Jonas was poking around in the racks, killing time while we waited for Taylor to pass by. As his hand touched a piece of fabric, he said “Bro, I think I’m gonna try this on”

He held up a t-shirt that had a picture of uncle sam on it. The text read “We want you” and then under sam it said “to lift, bro!”

Did Jonas just call me bro?

“Hey Jonas, let me see that” I said. But he was already gone, headed for a change room in the back.

“I think this one is more your style,” I heard a deep voice say. It was the moron from behind the counter. And he *had* to be a moron, he was holding out a tank top with an american flag print on it.

I grabbed it away from him, ready to shove it down his throat, or at least ready to laugh at him and make a shitty comment. But the moment I touched the fabric.

What?

I don’t remember what…huh…

I was rock hard. My cock was totally visible, outlined in my skinny jeans.

“You wanna try that on?” asked the clerk

“Uh yeah…”

“Changing room is in the back.”

I felt high or something. I couldn’t concentrate. So I just followed the instruction and stumbled towards the curtained stall in the back

Inside, I shucked off my cloths. Not just my shirt either. For some reason I felt like I had to get my skinny boddy totally naked. And then there I was, just staring at my naked body and my 5" hard cock in the mirror…

I held the american tank in one hand and looked down dumbly at it. It was a large…I…I really wasn’t

My other hand started pumping my cock automatically. And thats where the weirdness started

Yeah…like it hadn’t already started

My cock started growing. Past what it had ever grown before. Six inches? Or was that like eight? Maybe nine? Fuck, I didn’t know how to measure this shit.

It felt thicker too. I definitely couldn’t fit my hand all the way around it. Wait…no…yeah I could…my hands are fuckin huge

I looked in the mirror again. My body was swelling with muscle while I pumped my cock. Everything from my peaked biceps to my thick traps to my tree trunk legs and my perky bubble butt was bigger…wait…bigger? Nah, this had taken like years to work for. U don’t get this yoked overnite.

I pulled off my cap and tousseled my blond hair.

Lol, I was such a nascisist…I’d come here to try on a tank and I just had to strip down so I could see the whole deal haha…

Time to meet back up with my buddy tho…I slipped my red baller shorts back on – the fabric feels so good when u go commando – and then tried on this stars an bars tank that my bro at the counter recommended. Looked fuckin great on me…

I slipped my flip flops back on and then my snapback and left the change room.

“Jonny!” I shouted across the store. “Check it out! Total buy, rite??”

“Yeah brah!” Jonny said in that bodybuilder voice. Dudes like 240 and makes me look tiny at 190. Jonny’s Uncle Sam T was stretched tite across his pecs. U could see his hard nipples pushing against the fabric. He’s smarter too, goin to college on a football scolarship while I work at my Dads roofing company. I’m the lucky one tho – I’ve got a killer tan and don’t have to worry about shit! And I always got plenty of cash – I pick up shifts shaking my ass for the other fags in town, and most weekends they pick me up too!

We paid for our stuff and left to keep lookin around the mall. There’s nothin like checkin out some sales b4 u head out to drink beers and watch the firewoeks

I bumped into my buddy Taylor outside the store. “Hey bro,” he said. “U know this store? I picked up an awesome muscle shirt here last year!”

“Yeah, ” I said. “Just got this! Wanna get outside for a while? I gotta football in my bag”

We all ended up playing football for a while, but eventually Taylor and I ditched out to go back to his place and fuck. We definitely went out with the bros for beer and fireworks tho

U can’t miss the fireworks

Fuck I luv this country

Source: go1cocks

Hey there! I’ve just arrived at The Studio and I’m kinda overwhelmed. I think I’ll stop at the Cafe and get my bearings while I drink a Menciato.

the-craftsman:

A Menciato? 

Very adventurous of you, especially for a first-timer.

Nonetheless as you find yourself being served by the near naked yet impossibly beautiful barista with his muscles bulging underneath his apron, he gives you a wink as he prepares and gives you a Menciato. As you take it, your fingers brushing against each other, you can’t help but find the smell alluring, it smelled of the sea, of beautiful waves and summery tides.

It’s when you open your eyes after taking the first sip, letting the warm liquid trickle down your throat and flow through your body that you suddenly feel water underfoot, calming tides slowly moving against you and pulling you in somewhat. 

By the time you look down you suddenly see your feet, your large feet in the water and where you think you see the water playing tricks on your mind, you feel your feet start to stretch and grow, the toes poking forward as they start to grow larger and larger as the tide continues to pull you further in, washing against you and now reaching up to your calves.

Your calves already start to grow muscular, becoming larger and with it, you suddenly glance down and try to pull yourself out of the water, but you can’t. In fact your feet refuse to, planted down in the water they begin moving in the opposite direction, and even when you try to tell yourself this is wrong, that you don’t want to go into the water and you never had muscular calves, you actually remember you do…

Memories start to appear of playing football and going to the gym.

Wait since when did you go to the gym?

The waves wash over your legs.

Since when do you not?

Yeah bro, even now as you see water sprinkling over your thighs and watch your formal suit pants suddenly begin to shrink becoming thinner and adapting to your leaner legs as you feel the thighs grow and enlarge with muscularity, the skin being pulled tight over it as a sun baked skin tone starts to slowly fill your body, you remember yeah you go to the gym all the time bro.

What’s the matter? Why do you look confused?

Is it because you’re becoming dumber, starting to realise you’re losing the will to even think of resisting as more of your body starts to leave your control, walking further into the waters. You never even realised you say bro, or even questioned it because you knew that you couldn’t hold on, feeling your cock throb in your new Calvin Klein boxers that barely peeked above your pants which your ass slowly started to fill out, becoming larger and growing as the two cheeks formed the well tone bubble butt from all your squatting.

Bro, you don’t even realise what is happening, your hand being splashed by another wave of water as it drips down your arms, losing any and all fat and instead starting to become toned with the same sunbaked skin, the skin stretching once again as you see your fingers, like your toes, stretch and find them able to easily grab the plastic cup of beer in your larger hand.

Your cock continues to throb, the pleasure causing you to be distracted, continuing to lose your smarts as you can see the outline of your thick cock get wet with more water and with it, it starts to snake down towards your thigh, thickening in girth.

No wait, you had to focus, you hate beer…

You groan, feeling your other hand come down to rub at your cock through your athletic pants, unable to stop yourself, you give in feeling with every wave after wave of water, waves of pleasure start to dominate your mind, as the water dominates your body.

No…you definitely hated beer, you weren’t dumb…you weren’t dumb…

Another wave comes in, some of the salty water coming into your mouth as you feel your lips as you look down, unable to stop as you could hear your groans changing, your voice growing deeper as you felt your lips grow slightly, the teeth in your mouth transforming into a  pearly white as they started to straighten. Your accent was changing, becoming more Californian, more typical of the dumb jocks in those mov- in the frat, your frat, your bros.

By now as you continued to wrestle with the waves of both pleasure and water, your body gave in, smirking down as you could see water only define your growing pecs, your abs shifting as they became a six pack with the deep ridges almost being carved out to perfection. 

All you could last remember was your face being washed with water and with it, so were your memories, your identity, your name becoming simpler and shorter, your jawline sharpening as brown hairs began to poke out along the jaw, along your curved and cocky smile. You felt your cap covering your hair as your hair changed, almost styling itself as it spiked upwards, and with it as you let one final moan you couldn’t help but feel your cock throb once more and you were gone…entrapped in total bliss.

All you remember bro was the feeling of hot cum drip through, staining your leg as you seemed to cum endlessly, your entire mind simply leaving your body through pleasure, your memories, your identity all disappearing as you felt yourself cumming again and again. 

By the fifth or sixth time, not that you bothered to do much counting anymore, you finally found yourself blinking, the standing at the edge of the beach alone, the cup of beer in your hand as you suddenly saw your bros on the beach, shirtless and waving at you to come back.

You had a beach party to get to, after all you were now just a simple-minded jock on spring break.

Enjoy.

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the-craftsman:

Damien glanced down at himself, simply laughing as he saw and felt the leather creak, his tight new pants confined against him as he walked out of the store, starting to head back to his apartment. He had no idea why his friend decided to order him the “smart leather pants” before, especially claiming that it would be good for their holiday to a spa, someplace called The Studio, something which he doubted with how hot it could be over there. But Damien wasn’t the type to say no to a gift so when his friend called almost just as he got in, he had to answer.

“Hey Jack, I just got the pants you ordered, they feel tight,” chuckled Damien as he could hear them creak with every movement. It was odd, he felt as if they started to feel a lot tighter and a lot closer to his ass and his cock, almost like he was wearing no underwear underneath.

“Glad to hear it man, they’re pretty good,” said Jack, “I just saw the picture you sent me. I hope you take them with us tomorrow.” Damien seemed a bit confused, still smiling as he wondered why exactly Jack was so keen on the pants.

“Yeah, hey Jack man why are these called ‘smart’ leather pants? They just seem normal to m-” Damien stopped himself, gasping slightly as he felt something on the underside of his cock, some sort of pressure was applied, something light and sensual almost like a hot breath on the head of his cock. “Yeah sorry, why are they called tha-” Damien yelped, shutting his mouth as he felt another pressure at his ass, similar to a finger starting to gently stroke his exposed ass, almost getting ready to stretch them apart. Damien looked down to see the leather almost churning slightly, as if it was alive and moving.

“Oh, I think you’ll see soon enough,” Jack laughed before hanging up. Damien was shocked but before he could respond, he felt something lick at his cock. He looked down starting to see his thighs slowly looking as if they were filling it, muscular crevices starting to pop through and watch as he could feel the thighs growing heavier, more muscular, stretching more and more as the transformation worked down to his legs.

“Fuck-” Damien cried out as he felt the familiar sensation of something like a mouth taking in his cock, his erection pressed against the leather which wrapped itself around it, watching as it started to lengthen and grow thicker whilst it started to snake down his thigh, his cock starting to throb almost as if he was fucking something he felt the need to start thrusting forward, the desire to pump his cum into something was just becoming far too much for what he realised was his shrinking brain.

With every drop of pre-cum that streamed out of his cock, Damien felt his IQ dropping, reaching lower and lower as he felt his head fall back. He was thrown forward, his ass exposed as the feeling of a tongue fucking his open ass was causing him to moan just as his cheeks started to grow, rounding off into a sizeable or “fuckable” as Damien thought, bubble butt.

Damien reached for his phone, trying to call for somebody, anybody, but he started to see his hand change, the tone darkening ever so slightly from his usual pale complexion as his fingers grew larger, becoming thicker and longer as they stretched out and simply threw his phone away, no longer under his control as they started to simply enjoy his body, playing with his nipples as he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh fuck, please-” Damien’s cock started to quiver as he began to cum, pumping more and more cum that was just being absorbed by the leather, streaming down his own legs as he felt his feet, his own toes similar to his hands, begin to stretch forward, clawing through his socks and having the same darker complexion as the soles stretched out as his large feet were on the floor.

However with every spurt of cum that came shooting out of his cock, Damien started forgetting everything, watching as the transformation was going quickly, every throb from his pumping cock that felt he was fucking the tightest most fuckable ass in front of him with every thrust, made his muscles begin to grow quickly, his toned biceps suddenly becoming larger as he felt himself granted with new abs, larger pectoral muscles that started to fade from the fast that was his stomach.

Gotta get out of this…Gotta think

Damien’s eyes were glazed over as he lost count of how many times he moaned, how many orgasms he was, he guessed he was on his fifth, until he realised he was starting to lose all sense of self, not even knowing how to count to five as his cock continued to pump and throb more and more, being milked of all his cum and his intelligence.

Gotta think…

Think…

He felt his jawline starting to change, stubble slowly growing where it couldn’t before as his brown hair styled itself, the tongues at his cock and ass not letting up, letting one final orgasm shake Damien’s mind and body as he slowly forgot any means or will to resist what was happening before it stopped, his cock wet and dripping as his moans slowly subsided.

Can’t think…

By now, Damien slowly got up, looking down at himself as he smiled, finally understanding as Jack was calling him. They were ‘smart’ leather pants, not for what they looked like, but because they drained your smarts, at least for a while. Needless to say Damien was enjoying his trip to The Spa, as is Jack, his new white speedo to stuff his cock in for the trip.

And you too can enjoy a set of ‘smart’ leather pants too, they’ll be coming soon, and so will you.

Source: the-craftsman

So Dumb

mrcavanaughtf:

Ever since I moved to college I’ve had an uncontrollable crush on my roommate Josef. He was physically perfect – toned muscles, handsome face and big cock but nobody’s perfect, right? He had one big drawback and that was his intelligence. He wasn’t just dumb, he was outright stupid and living with him could be a real chore at times. I had no idea how he’d even managed to get into college because the guy could hardly even do simply math. 

Even though we were both gay I knew that Josef would never be interested in me because he made a point of telling me on day one that he preferred big guys that could make him submissive to them. He said it with such a dumb smile on his face too, chuckling as he lifted his shirt up to scratch at his treasure trail. He had no idea what kind of effect he had on me but I kept my mouth shut to stop things from becoming too awkward between us.

Despite being a pretty shitty roommate who never cleaned up after himself I still went easy on Josef simply because I was so attracted to him. I frequently imagined him pinning me down with those big arms of his and fucking me senseless but I knew that it would never become a reality so I did my best to think of other ways to deal with my growing obsession over him.

I discovered an answer a few weeks before spring break when I came across a spell that would allow me to possess Josef and take his body for a test drive. It would last twenty-four hours and I would retain all of my own memories and feelings as long as I didn’t ejaculate in his body. That seemed like a fair trade and it wasn’t long before I cast the spell and found myself suddenly pulled towards my roommate who was currently lounging around in only a tight pair of boxer briefs and a top that clung perfectly around his big biceps.

As my spirit invaded his body and took control I found myself overcome by a wave of arousal that had the boxer briefs tenting in no time. Stretching out Josef’s arms, I enjoyed the subtle movement of his biceps and found myself flexing them repeatedly and laughing. It felt incredible to be in such a powerful body! I was so used to being skinny and average that I’d never paused to consider what it would be like to be built like Josef was.

Settling in front of the mirror I pulled my shirt up to check out the abs I had only seen from a distance before and even pinch at the boy’s nipples. Pleasure shot through the body and I felt my hips buck as the briefs became uncomfortable holding in the other’s cock. As I reached down to rearrange and try and make things a little better for myself I instead found my hand wrapping around the shaft and beginning to stroke. Even though I’d read the warnings I couldn’t help myself, I was so turned on. 

Within moments I had shot my entire load into the white boxer briefs and permanently sealed myself inside of this body. Panic shot through me as I realized what I had done but it was already too long. Dropping back onto the sofa I realized in horror that I could already feel my memories and intelligence slipping away, replaced by memories I recognized as Josef’s life. No, not Josef’s – mine. I was already beginning to forget who I was!

As the last bits of my identity slipped away and I settled into the hazy fog that was Josef’s brain I found myself having only one thought: I needed to find a daddy with a big cock to bounce on. That was all I cared about now, not any smart college shit or thinking about where my skinny roommate disappeared to. Maybe I’ll spare a thought for that crap later but right now I gotta go get laid before I burst again!

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realhankmccoy:

“Just don’t make me dumb, man, I want to keep everything about my mind totally intact,” I told my friend at the lab.  I was totally willing to go through the procedure but I didn’t want it messing with my intellect any – my job and lifestyle were too important to me.  They promised me a whole new masculine experience, that they could bring out the man in me in ways that were easily accessible through epigenetic therapy.  I’d be fitter, more energetic, more attractive and just altogether healthier.  It was in the beta testing process and they said they’d throw in $3000 if I signed off, too.  I’d only need to take a few weeks off work for an outpatient trial.

“That didn’t seem so bad,” I said after the doctor finished up removing the slow drip from my arm and the infusion was complete.  Took two different bags of fluid but I mostly felt fine, if a little faint at first.

I got home and realized I was pretty tired so I stripped down and went to bed.  I started noticing the changes the next day already.  I did have more energy.  My face seemed handsomer, just a tad.  After two days I was feeling pretty into this.

It was the third day when I started noticing that I was getting beefier.

That was cool, I thought, but then I noticed I was feeling hornier, too.  I ignored it at first, but by the end of the day I was jacking off in my bedroom, hard.  I got up off my bed, still stroking my dick, to check myself out in the mirror.

“Looks hot,” I thought, stroking it slowly.  If this stuff made my sex drive a little stronger, that was fine with me.

I started getting obsessed with checkin’ out the changes in the mirror, and I had so much energy that I started working out.  I’d be doing pushups on my hardwood floor and getting excited over how I was going to flex in front of the bathroom mirror after I finished a set of 50.

I went back to the lab and they didn’t seem to think it was a problem.

So I figured, what the hell, I might as well enjoy this.  Pretty soon I was hanging out in just my underwear all the time.  That didn’t make me dumb, I knew, it just felt good.  I might as well get into it, I figured.

Only problem is I got used to it pretty quick.  I hate wearing clothes now, dudes.

I looked in the mirror one day and I just looked so fucking good with these thick pecs and the thicker stubble on my face.  I figured I should have fun with a haircut so I got kind of a high and tight, cut real short though, and that just turned me on.  Even my facial structure has changed from this shit they’re doing to me.  My ears look like they stick out more, like some dumb ape or something, and that just makes me hard.  I’ve hot this thick abdomen and these beefy deltoids.  I feel like I look more like a football dude, even, and I started watching football even.  Might as well have fun while I’m stuck in outpatient anyhow.

They told me it wouldn’t alter my mind any but it’s like I’m addicted to working out, flexing in the mirror, taking selfies, hooking up – with dudes – I just find em on my phone.  I stopped reading.  I look at these hairy legs and I get hard just touching em, I rub a hand across my pecs and my nipples are hard right away and I feel my cock jump up wanting a piece of the action.  All I can think about is my goddamn cock, man.

So I took another week off work because I’m not ready to go back, and told myself on Monday I’d start getting ready to get my life on track.  I just procrastinated the whole day, jacking off in bed, mostly, slowly stroking it.  I guess my new bod’s so awesome that it’s just depressing to think of going back to the office.

My alarm goes off on Tuesday, and I throw it against the wall and say fuck it.  One more day of fun’s not gonna hurt.  Dudes, I look so fucking good.  At least I’ll be productive today, I tell myself.  So I start off the day with a ton of pushups, make myself a protein shake, and I look so ripped in the mirror that I figure I’ll score myself a hookup off Grindr.  Guy comes over, and his hairy, hard pecs crushed against mine – my rubbing the short beard I’ve got started all up on his asshole, and that turns him on enough that he’s letting me lift his legs and plow the shit out of him..

After he’s gone, I’m back in front of the mirror saying “you fucking stud.  Yeah you fuckin’ ape boy.  Fuckin’ just want to fuck with dudes, don’t you, gay boy.  Yeah you jocked up fuck.  Just want to get naked and fuck, don’t you?”

Still hard, still horny, so just stroking my dick slowly while I put the game on for ambience.  I don’t know how Thursday’s gonna shake out but today I just went out and bought a basketball hoop for the driveway so I could burn off some of this energy.  Felt fuckin’ great, too, goin’ out in the sun in just some shorts and Nikes working on my game.  Soon as I was back indoors though, man, just stripped back down to my underwear – I can’t stop admiring this body.  Gotta get another dude over here to mess around with.  Fuck work, man, you only live once, right?

Think I’m gonna pick up a big screen for the bedroom because that’d be pretty cool, and I just found out gay dues have their own hockey leagues you can join so I’m thinking of that.  How hot would that be – those dudes are fuckin’ built, man, and I could pick it up pretty quick I bet.

Fuck, let me know if – oh, fuck it, I’m gonna order a pizza and see if I can find a hot hookup for tonight.  Some dude with pecs as thick as mine and who’s like me slapping this cock all over his tongue for a couple of hours while I tease the shit out of his hot jock ass.  Yeah man.  Fuckin’ hot, man, I could pump a full load into some dude’s muscle butt and be ready to score again two hours later.  That’s how good I feel.  Friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it as long as it’s none of that lovey-dovey or dramatic shit – I’ve got em on the phone.  Sex, muscle, good food and workin’ out, so glad I met those lab rats.

Source: realhankmccoy

Conner and the school paper team had been trying for weeks to figure out the mystery behind the football teams sudden expansion that was until Mitch from the now disbanded chess club left him a tip to meet in the locker rooms after school, obviously he had some info. But when Conner arrived Mitch was barely Mitch, it was the same nerdy face ontop of a burly jocks body. The changing nerd struggled to speak before his eyes grew dull and face became as macho and jockish as the rest of him. The new Mitch just sneered as his teammates came out of hiding and held Conner down while the coach came out and gave him a quick injection. Conner could only watch as his own muscles exploded, hair growing everywhere and testosterone flooding his body. He grew tall and broad and his face became like Mitchs with a short jock cut and dumb eyes. Soon he was ready to join the team too, starting to cheer and celebrate with them, and he knew a few other editors who would make good additions…

Aaran was furious at his parents for sending him to a stupid athletic summer camp. At 16 Aaran wasnt exactly nerdy being a B and C student but he was smart, just lazy physically and mentally, and had no athletic interests at all so when his parents heard from the school and other parents about this great new camp that got lazy kids into shape they shipped him right off.

It wasn’t long before Aaron noticed the horrifying truth as the other boys there who were once like him started acting dumber and wanting more and more to work out and show off their gross sweaty muscles. Aaron felt the call too soon enough. He held out the longest, but one day he was forced to do some balancing on a tire. The camp leaders forced them barefoot too, to “toughen them up” and once his bare feet touched the training tires it was too late. His bones cracked loudly, shifting over and over while he grew taller and leaner. His gamer fat sucked away into his glowing tan skin from being outdoors all the time. Every inch of newly exposed skin rippled with his new bronze tan while toned new muscles formed underneath. His longer toner legs and wider feet strong and ready. He easily balanced on the tire now. His face clenched and morphed into a handsome and masculine one with a permanent dumb jockboy grin complimented by dumb dull eyes. His hair shifted to become a short bush of lightened, jockcut hair above his face. You could almost see all his smarts and old interests draining out like a broken dam until all that was left was a fresh new jockboy ready for orders. His now sweaty anime shirt vanishing to reveal his smooth, muscular pecs and larger nipples hanging above a hard flat stomach. His shorts didn’t change since he was in the yellow athletic shorts the camp forced as a uniform, the only change was they looked shorter due to his new height. Aaron gave a big winning smile, this was gonna be the best summer ever!

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

What if you met a mutual in real life. What if that mutual had the ability to make your darkest fantasies come true? What if you met up at a motel and he said that he could give you everything your heart desires? What’s the cost? “Just your current potential” he says, as he move closer to you, running his hands over your shoulders. You can feel your grip on logic loosening, you want to give in, his touch is electric.
“So what’ll be? I can leave here, leave you by yourself, or you can be putty for me as I remake you in the image of your desires.”

He continues to explain that the old you will cease to exist, your potential will feed his powers and he’ll leave you with a good life, nothing special or fancy.

You feel the sparks on your skin, tingling with erotic pleasure. At this point, you almost couldn’t refuse him. Your rigid cock is leaking precum, you want, no you need this. “Yes,” is all you can say.

Without hesitation he begins to remove your clothing. Each brush of his hand is relaxing and erotic. As he lays you into yoir dingy motel bed, you feel changes begin to happen. Slight changes, alter your skin and bones, giving you a bigger, more youthful appearance. He wraps his lips around yoir rigid shaft, expertly teasing each nerve ending, just enough to build the pleasure, edge you closer but keep you on the edge.

Each slide if his mouth reshapes a small portion of you. Deflating the worn out tire around your waist. You feel more energetic as years of workouts replaced years of reading and studying. As his hands reach up your torso, it begings to strengthen and become defined as your abs become a prominent feature.

He continues to edge you, filling your balls with cum and bits of your old self. You can feel your college education slip away, being replaced by expert fitness knowledge. Your lack of tattoos becomes a thing of the past, as a pleasurable burning sensation etches itself onto your arm. As the edging continues, training, skills memories fade, even your old name dissapears. Suddenly, your 29 year old life seems like a thing of the past. You’re being replaced with a 21 year old jock. No more academics, as your brain rewires, sports fill your head. The need to play, watch and be a part of them.

Suddenly he stops edging you, letting you rest, giving you a terrible case of blue balls. He slowly climbs toward you, until he his face to face and he kisses you in the deepest most erotic kiss you’ve ever felt. Fireworks are going of inside of you as a thick, but trimmed beard springs forth from your face. You are so enthralled that you miss the fact that your head and face are reshaping into that of a total stud. You feel your ramped up sex drive go into overdrive, making you almost constantly horny, needing sex, needing pleasure, needing to be fucked.

He then lubes his cock and your asshole, where he slides in and out of you, causing serious pain and simultaneous pleasure. The final touches come when he erupts in torrents of what seems to be cum. You can feel it filling you, cementing the changes and creating your new identity. You feel as of the cum is replacing the holes in your current life, renaming you, making sire this new reality bubble fits with the rest of reality. Making sure tbat your intellect will never reach over the average of 90, currently sitting at 83 down from 135.

His last gift to you is to suck you off to completion. Draining the old you down his gullet, making sure the old you never existed. As he sucks you off you feel the rest of you leave your body, geysering down his throat.

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You wake up the next day, alone. You get dressed with the clothing you find in your dingy apartment. You have a few training clients today, then your gonna cruise the scene for some dick.

Once you get to work, you realize that the lighting makes you look fucking fine as hell, so you snap a pic, cuz why the fuck not?

Source: cathbhadh