Oliver looked down at his phone. He had just gotten a text from a number he didnt know. It was a gif of a hypnosis spiral and even though he opened the text and only quickly glanced at it he was now locked onto it. Then the texts started to come in.
“Why are you wearing a shirt bro?” And suddenly Oliver began to ask himself the same question. He was a little overweight and very pale, he was always ashamed of himself and very body shy, but suddenly he couldnt remember any of that, the question just kept repeating itself like an echo in his mind. Why was he wearing a shirt? He was having trouble thinking of a good answer, it was a hot day and the shirt was making him feel sweaty and constricted so he took it off, not even bothering to hold onto it, he just abandoned it on the sidewalk.
“Don’t you wanna show off your boxers?” The next text said. That was weird Oliver usually hated people who sagged, he thought it made people look so dumb and ghetto, but as he looked at his waist band he wonder what it would look like. He tugged his shorts down, even redoing the belt so they sat that way. Instead of his lagend of zelda boxer briefs though there was a silly pair of purple Calvin Klein boxers. The purple contrasting nicely against his tan…wait what tan?!
“Nice kicks dude” the next text said and as Oliver looked down he saw his boring shoes had morphed into a big clunky pair of size 12 Nike air force 1s. Since when was he wearing those?
“Huhuh since always bruh! I never take these babies off!” He suddenly shouted in a deeper dumber voice than his usual.
“Your one hot skater dude!” The next text said as he felt his sick grow longer and thicker and stiffer in his shorts as his mind was flooded with skater knowledge along with dicks and tits as he became bisexual, a stark contrast to the practically asexual nerd he once was. His face became more mature as a chin strap beard grew, his hair buzzed shorter.
“Nice hat” the next text read as a black baseball hat formed on his head, twisting itself backwards and draining out his intelligence and old, shy personality.
“You know it bro! I’m Ollie, the fucking skater king yo!” The new Ollie texted the mysterious number before putting away his phone and going jogging to the skate park, feeling his pecs bounce as he ran and the sweat getting stuck in the thick hair on his flat stomach as he went to join his new friends.
So you want to be a dumb stoner skaterboy, do you? I guess that explains why you made skater culture the subject of the paper you’re writing for your sociology class. Level with me, here, just how fucking turned on did you get when you went to your local skate park and asked some of the guys standing around if they wanted to answer a few questions on sociology?
How hard did your cock get when one of the guys looked at you, chuckled like the only thing that was in his head was smoke and stupidity, and asked, “Sure, dude, but like, what’s saucyology?”
How close to the edge did you get when another answered, “Dude, I think that’s like, the science of sauce.”
Did you cream your pants when the first guy you talked to lit up and said, “Oh, man! Fuck yeah! I loooove sauce.” You noticed it, didn’t you? They way he surreptitiously rubbed his crotch. Let’s face it, you couldn’t resist looking. That skaterboy cock throbbing down one of the guy’s pants legs. Your cock was trying to break out of your pants, wasn’t it?
You tried to explain what sociology was, didn’t you? But you couldn’t focus on what you were saying. Don’t worry. I’m sure they couldn’t focus on what you were saying, too. You couldn’t help but imagine being like them, couldn’t you? Just be laid back and chill, carefree, and too stupid to have a problem in the world other than where to find cock and where to get your next joint. Well that, and the occasional really weird munchies.
But you panicked. As much as you loved the fantasy, you weren’t quite ready to give up your promising academic career and what you believed would be a great professional one after that. Having your name all over the press was a bigger motivator. So you ran away after “interviewing” those guys, which mostly involved staring at their crotches and trying to deflect their attempts to get you to come home with them or have a quickie with them behind one of the nearby bushes.
Needless to say, you got plenty of masturbation material to last you for a while. And just because you couldn’t indulge the whole fantasy didn’t mean that you couldn’t at least indulge some of it. At least that was your justification for buying a snapback, knee pads, and a longboard which you took with you everywhere you went. Oh, that and replacing all of your underwear with jockstraps.
And then you went on with your life. Pretending that everything at the skate park hadn’t happened. Going to uni in the morning. Jerking off to the fantasy of being too dumb to read. That was how it went. At least until you realized that you had been blowing off your paper and now, you desperately needed to get responses to your survey.
So you went back to the skate park. This time on your long board. Wearing your snapback and your knee pads. The guys welcomed you into their circle this time, even though they still turned up their noses at the talk of science. You even laughed along dumbly to one of their jokes, not that you ever realized it.
Well, as you handed out sheets of paper to be filled in. The first few guys that finished were surprisingly eloquent in their answers, but they also didn’t look too close to the “skater boy” fantasy that you had always had. You could see some of the guys clearly struggling, but that was fine. You had specifically set aside this time to account for that.
One of your dudes from the first time you had come to the park came up to you after throwing away his paper in disgust. He sat beside you. Told you the words were too big for him. That he hoped you weren’t angry as he placed a hand on your thigh. How hard did your cock get, I wonder? This was the kind of guy you were looking for. Dumb as rocks. This was your fantasy.
The two of you sat there for a little while. Just observing. Then he lit a joint. You wanted to tell him to take it elsewhere, but you got a whiff of what he was smoking and it smelled so good you couldn’t find the heart to tell him to go. When he offered it to you, you didn’t even think twice about taking a long drag from it.
You felt a tingle run up your spine. Your cock throbbed in your pants. It was like the smoke was filling your whole body, especially your head. You felt hazy. Your thoughts were still there, but they felt distant and slippery. You were afraid, but it felt like the fear was someone else’s. It felt so good you took another drag and your thoughts slipped further away.
You didn’t even notice your companion lean up against you, whispering in your ear, over and over again, “Breathe in stupid, breathe out mind.” That was it, you realized. Every time you breathed in your mind was being flooded with just haziness. And whenever you breathed out, more of your smarts went the way of the dodo.
“That’s it dude,” said your friend, “Get rid of all those smarts. You want to be like us, don’t you?” You couldn’t help but nod. He fished your cock out of your pants. He was stroking it out in broad daylight. You couldn’t help but buck and whimper. The blunt that was between your lips felt like it was lasting forever.
“That’s it, man,” said another skater nearby. “Give in.”
By then it was too late for you. Any part of you that was trying to get out of what was happening was already being drowned out by the feeling of your cock throbbing in your dude’s hands. By the blood pounding in your ears. By the repetition of that phrase in your ears.
You barely registered when someone took the joint from you, but you started repeating that mantra. “Breathe in stupid. Breathe out mind.” You stripped off your shirt and grinned, stoned stupid. The skaterboys were surrounding you. Many of them had their cocks out. They were naked except for their hats and their kneecaps. You wanted to be like them. You took off everything except your shoes and your kneecaps.
You chuckled, stupidly, when they pushed you to the ground. You were so fucking horny you couldn’t think of anything but cock. You took one cock in your mouth just as you felt another rubbing up and down your crack. You blacked out when the guy behind you pushed in to you, but when you came to, you could taste cum on your tongue and you could feel it leaking out of your boypussy.
You were naked, lying down on a striped blanket. You grinned, grabbing your clothes and putting them on before going to join your buddies. It never even crossed your mind to go anywhere but the skate park the next day. And then the next. And then the next. You didn’t want or need to do anything except hang out with your buds.
Well, to be perfectly honest, you were too dumb to do anything else, anyway. When one of your friends from university came around one day, asking around if anyone had seen a guy doing a sociology survey, you came up to him.
“Dude, saucyology? Fuck yeah. I love sauce!”
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One moment, you’re frantically cramming for your upcoming finals, and the next, you are standing outside, in the fog. The cold air is bracing against your skin, and you can see your breath misting up in front of your face. It’s spring. It shouldn’t be this cold. But that’s the least of your worries, as you’re in a city that you don’t recognize, at the corner of two streets that shouldn’t exist, in front of an imposing store front that is difficult to see through the haze.
You could go anywhere that you want. You feel that you have that choice. You could turn around and leave, or you could follow either road that was behind you, but you don’t. Your feet carry you forward, and as you push open the door, and the bell rings, you realize with a start that you’re elsewhere again.
You can feel the sun beating down on your back, but there’s a haze in front of your face again. At first, you find it weird, that the fog isn’t getting burned away by the bright daylight, but then you remember, silly you, that it isn’t fog. It’s smoke. You giggle to yourself, at first surprised to find how vapid and empty the sound is, only for the thought to slip promptly out of your grasp as you take another drag from the rolled up joint pressed between your lips.
Your head feels fuzzy… Foggy… It feels wrong… At least until you inhale more smoke, and then it feels just right. You know that you’re not supposed to feel this slow, this dumb, but your thoughts are going at a snail’s pace right now, and you’re not about to win any awards for complex ideas.
You giggle as you realize that your ass is hanging out of your shorts. What are you doing thinking about smart stuff? What are you doing thinking about thoughts? Everyone knows that you’re not very good at those. For a moment, you feel as though that’s wrong, that you’re really a very intelligent student, but another puff of smoke makes that thought pop like a delicate soap bubble, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
“Hey babe,” someone says, as he comes up behind you and presses his crotch to your exposed ass, “thought I’d find you here… At your usual spot.” You giggle again, sounding so dumb, and so mindless, and so thoughtless that it makes your little dick hard. You grind your ass against your boyfriend’s hips and groan, begging for him to fuck you as you take another drag from your joint.
All it takes for you to forget the rest of your previous life is the feeling of your boyfriend sliding his cock up and down your crack and into your tight little hole. It’s the best feeling in the world, and you could almost feel your brain melting into a little puddle of mush, trickling out the tip of your cock.
Maybe you were looking for more of a temporary solution to your problem, a brief vacation, maybe, from all your smarts and all your anxiety, but doesn’t it feel so much better to be a good little stoned sexed-up, fucked-stupid slut for your boyfriend? Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?
Not like you know any better now, anyway…
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Thanks dude *giggle* me and him.are sooo happy now!
“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.
What are you talking about! You’ve always been one, or are you referring to the day that everything changed? Someone must’ve thought you spent too much time inside because when you got home you found your keys missing and the door locked. No matter how much you pounded on the door or smashed that doorbell button, no one was coming. Stubbornness got the best of you and you didn’t give up for a while, but eventually even you were defeated and decided to just go on a walk.
Surprisingly it was a nice day out for November, 70′s and sunny. Why not take advantage of such a nice day? You probably thought to yourself. The walk took about 30 minutes before you finally stopped at the skate board park. You walked by slowly wishing you could be like those guys out there who were doing tricks and had tattoos and all that stuff, but that wasn’t the type of body you’d been given. Sighing you went to continue on, but someone shouted! “He’s here!” People were getting excited and rushing over to you. “Oh man you gotta show us some of your moves! Please!” You blinked shocked as at least 15 skater guys and girls surrounded you. “Please!” They begged, one even shoving his board at you.
You turned red with embarrassment, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. You gulped and took the board walking back to the park, all of them following behind you hooting and hollering in excitement. You approached the bowl and gulped setting the board down. “I’m going to break my neck,” you whisper to yourself, but you still put one foot on the board. Next thing you know you’re going forward down into the bowl, a strange tightness encases you as a new found confidence soars through your limbs.
Underneath that polo shirt, your muscles grow. Your flat stomach becomes marbled with abs from days of working your core balancing on the skateboard. Your legs and thighs bulk up from pushing yourself on the board. You gasp as you near the other side of the bowl, you come up. Instinctively your hand reaches out as you invert and then switch coming back the other side. Your arms blow up with muscle to keep you up. It felt wonderful I’m sure. No one would’ve guessed this was your first time, more like your thousandth time on a board. You come back down as your shirt is pushed out more, the seams starting to burst as the shirt adapts to fit you better. You come up on the other side and land. Everyone bursts into claps and cheers, you give them a grin and hand the board back to the kid. You wink and nod. He just beams with a smile.
You walk back to the benches where you left your stuff, a long board and backpack already waiting. “I’ll see you guys later, gotta go meet up with my boyfriend.” You shout before riding off on the board.
Michael, a.k.a @mybois2 was a bigger guy, bigger than he wanted to be. He had a things for shorter, smoother guys who were muscular but not too muscular. He works retail because he can’t find a job with his theatre degree, I could hear his desire like a fog horn on a cold dead night.
I appeared in his town and created a space between the Kebob shop and the House of Mirrors, it was a weird little strip mall. I made a store that would cater the type of guy Michael wanted to be, I named it Evan Bro’s Surf and Skate, filled it with snapbacks , surfer equipment, and skater equipment. He was going to love it, snapped my fingers and some popular music began to play and an intoxicating cologne was pumped into the streets.
Michael walked by, not remembering seeing this store before, he was intrigued. I could see the store call to him like a Siren on a rocky crag in ocean. His ship would crash into the gloaming and would be lost forever.
He walked in and I greeted him with a “what’s up, mate? How are ya?” Of course, I was dressed so well and shirtless that Michael couldn’t contain himself.
He stammered, “ uhh I’m, I’m, jjjust lookking, ttthanks.”
“You let me know if I can help you, bro. Name’s Evan.” I smirked
He quickly turned around and begin to frantically look busy. He spotted a pair of shorts and grabbed them off the shelf, running into the changing room. Michael took a breathe and looked at himself in the mirror. Unconsciously, he was undressing himself and putting on the shorts.
The power of the shorts hit him, and he began to feel weird and tingly all over. He watched in awwwe as he seemed to lose weight, it was literally melting away. His skin was tightening as well as he began to develop muscles, his abs began to pop out and pecs gained definition. He had never had muscle like this before. He could feel his legs become powerful and strong form the skating and the surfing, he looked more like a gogo dancer than a theatre person. As he changed, he started to feel unstable, he felt as if he was getting closer to the floor. He went from a good 6′2″ to a 5′9. He was dumbfounded, he came out and started to question me.
“Dude, brah-man, what the fuck just happened?” He said before he clasped his hands over his mouth not recognizing his words or his own deep voice.
“What are you talking about, mate” I circled him like a shark, “ I like those shorts on you.” I told him with my Cheshire grin.
I turned to the hat rack, and found one that would fit him nicely. “Hear, put this on, “ I said slamming it down before he could protest.
Michael could feel his mind in something like a mixer, the once 26 year old was losing the memories of the last 7 years of his life. He remembered just turning 19 yesterday, and getting recruited by a modelling firm and a connected gay club. College never happened for Mike, naw, it wasn’t his thing.
He fel another change, as his muscles grew once more and his face became stronger and a little more cut. He felt a chinstrap push its way through his skin, as his muscles expanded a little more. Mark was now a confident young gogo boy who you might see in a magazine or on a billboard. He loved to walk around shirtless, because he knew the guys were checking him out.
There was no shortage of sex for Mark, yeah, he isn’t as bright as he was before; that’s okay though. He was 1,000 times happier as a smooth hot stud, being objectified for pleasure.
I flipped the open sign over and took him in the back to break in that new body.
I have the perfect package for you. It’s a small box with a green drink I will send to you. When you drink it your brains will be replaced with skating skills so you can join your friends after, and during, school to skate and have fun. Who needs brains today? Your wardrobe will change with you too. you need more casual clothing now. Otherwise your friends will not like you. The drink will help you gain some muscle to perform the tricks you want to do. Just be careful and don’t drink the whole bottle. The effects may become too extreme then.
You came home to find this on the floor of your kitchen. That was strange you thought. You don’t normally where shoes like that, and sniff them? What the fuck? They looked all beat up like they had been well worn for a few years…being stunk up by some big ass skater feet…woah you lost your train of thought there. You couldn’t stop yourself as you dropped your backpack on the floor and leaned in. You got on all fours and started to sniff. One part of your mind saying it smelled nasty but the other part loving it as you felt yourself get hard. You took the one shoe and held it up to your face while you pulled down your pants and put the other over your dick, unconsciously humping it. Your body started to tone up, abs forming, pecs pushing out, biceps forming. Your dick getting longer to fill the show more as you felt your mind slowing down.
And that’s when I walked in and smiled. My stink is so hard to resist. And I had another good skater slut to add to my collection
Daniel was a typical high-school loner geek. Brad and his band of jocks always made a point to make fun of poor Daniel at every opportunity. Walking back from school one day, his underwear still rising up his butt crack from the day’s wedgie, Daniel found a pair of skate shoes placed neatly on the sidewalk. It almost seemed like they were put there for him to find.
Arriving home, Daniel ran to his room and pulled the new shoes out of his backpack. Holding the sneakers in his hands, he almost felt like the shoes were calling out to him. In a slight craze, Daniel ripped off his normal tennis shoes and tried the sneakers. The black skate shoes had to have been at least 4 size too big, Daniel calculated. Standing up, he felt ridiculous wearing the obviously too-large shoes, but he didn’t consider taking them off. Even if for just a few minutes, he would wear these cool shoes and pretend to be “one of the guys.”
Feeling a creak in his shoulder, Daniel stood in the outlandishly large shoes and began to stretch casually. Grabbing his left arm, he started to twist his slender frame before stopping before stopping abruptly. His muscles were pulsing, growing slowly. He took stock of his limbs; from his legs to his neck, he seemed to be swelling all over.
With each soft pulse, a wave of pleasure enveloped him. “What’s happening to me,” he asked no one. His clothes began to strain under his new mass and he struggled to strip, but the warming of his extremities limited his movement and clouded his head. Soon enough, his previously tight polo and jeans ripped and fell off of his frame.
“I…I…feel weird. What…happening…to me,” he muttered, Daniel’s voice losing its sense of intelligence, “Fucken, I’m getting big, man.”
The pleasurable heat caused Daniel to fall to the ground, his tattered clothes pinned by his large, toned body. His entire body grew and tightened. He grew to from the average 5’7” to an impressive 6”3 and his throbbing dick grew to match. He clumsily grabbed his member and was almost paralyzed by the passion it exuded.
Slightly hazy, he tried to remember what he was doing almost completely naked on his floor.
“My name is Dani—D—Dude, I’m fuckin Danny, dude, duh.” The reborn Danny’s memory began to come back. Danny was a skater to his core. When he wasn’t sleeping in class, he was skating. He practically never took off his lucky shoes (he even slept in them!).
Looking at his naked body laying on the ground, “Oh, I must have been jackin it.” He enthusiastically grabbed his member with both hands and began masturbating. His mind filled with images of his sexy skating friends. He was particularly enamored with the image of his best buddy Jerrod. Memories of a particular night were revealed. They were at Jerrod’s house, it was late, they were naked, and…
“Shit, why was I doing this alone? I can’t believe I forgot about my Rod.”
Danny couldn’t pick up the phone and dial his own little Rod fast enough.
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