I still feel my head throbbing intensely. Fuck, what the fuck he drugged me with? And did he really need to do that? I tried to sit down but it’s just too much so I decided to just lay myself down in his bed. I tried to recall the event before my blackout but really, I cannot go further beyond the last 5 minutes. The moment where I witnessed him grew in front of my eyes, getting bigger by seconds while I felt weaker. Then, everything clicked when I started to see my feature in his face while I could easily tell that my jaw softened. The last image in my mind before I blacked out was this blurred vision of him in tanktop that looked hella childish in my form—- his form—- but at the same time accentuated it, the voice of his cracked and widened feet sent shiver all across my body as I lost my consciousness.

I noticed the time in the clock, 11:59, a couple seconds before 12. Well….he’s better be bac—-HHHHHHH FFUUUUUCCCKKK WHAT IS UNGGGHHH——is that son of a b—-FFUUUUCCK WHAT ARE THESE SHI——

—–

Jesus…..what time is this….wha—

“Damn nerd, you really are enjoying my bed huh? Sleep like a log for more than 24 hours,”

I quickly leap from the bed after realizing that I slept all this time in Austin’s bed. I’m fucking terrified because from the look of it, he just arrived from his work and I could also tell that by the smell wafting from him. But then, his once very serious expression become softer…..and then laughter as he then gently punch my shoulder

“Calm down nerd, I’m not mad. I’m flattered even, you really have some hots for me huh?” He said while directed his glance towards my crotch, which I just realized now soaking wet, and hella sticky in the inside. AND THIS IS NOT EVEN MY UNDERWEAR, NOT EVEN MY SHIRT TOO! IT’S HIS AND I’M SWIMMING IN IT, WHAT THE FUCK??!! I don’t know how I look like now, but I must be lookin’ like some deer caught in the headlight. This is insanely embarassing!

“Well, what do you say if I give you access to the real source? I’m fresh from work and I guess I can use some good headjob to wind down. I don’t mind to share,”

I don’t know why…..or how….but with a simple touch to my shoulder as he suggested me to kneel, I found myself seemingly hypnotized to what he just said and here I am, on my knees, looking straight at his bulging crotch with his hand seemingly ready to guide my head through whatever long meat hidden underneath that jeans. I don’t even know what day is this but I definintely know what’s going to happen……

“You really are serious about this whole training, huh?”

“Well, gotta impress the name partners for my Saturday sparring with the clients, you know. And my skills won’t increase that much if I train as myself,”

“So your answer to it, instead of training harder, is by possessing your trainer?

"Damn right it is. And it’s not bad that Leonard here has a very talented hitting partner coming an hour late with no idea that some fat, red-haired junior partner in a law firm already in control of Leo’s body. After all, the late best friend, other than looking like a fitter version of you, definitely can keep up with me now,”

“Pretty sure I handed you a brutal beatdown in 2 sets, so I definitely went above and beyond then just keeping up with you. Maybe you should consider squirming your way inside Roderick here, he’s NCAA champions you know,”

“Well, I think it’s enough training for the day, I get the idea on how to whip some lethal forehand and backhand already. So, what do you think if I try to whip another thing in the locker room? Because it wasn’t only my racket swinging freely all the past hours,”

“Hmmm….I like the sound of that,”

“You seem stunned,”

“Well, I’m just trying to wrap around my head with the idea of you saying that you want to give me head, bud. I mean…..you told me yourself three weeks ago, I’m not your type and my fear sort of manifested when you started to get weirded out with me afterwards. And now…..here you are,”

Did this fool really say that? This dumb fuck literally has a goddamn fine piece of meat sharing an apartment with and he told him no? Cocky son of a bitch,“

"Preference is not set on stone, John. And…..I’m also surprised by the whole thing too, at first. But then, the idea to have you around not as just my roommate, but also my lover…..that sounds good for me,”

“If that’s the case….then……” he said with a smile as he suddenly stand up and then drag me to his bedroom. There, he tossed me to the bed and slides off that sweaty gray prison of his, giving me the chance to gaze upon the beauty of that dangling thick cut cock of his.

If to get John’s attention I should be a twunk, well, so be it. For all I care, I prefer to be a 145 lbs twunk with John by my side rather than some muscle tank with no real love life and desperately trying to get the attention of the man I really adore.

“Not bad for some arcade prize kind-of-body,” said the thick rimmed glasses nerd, Andrei, as he checked on his latest ‘acquisition’

“Yeah, looks realistic enough for some dated model,” responded by Ned, holding himself to stay calm and not showing his erection right in front of his best friend. Good thing he swapped those sweatpants and replaced with the rather baggy knee-length shorts when Andrei came picked him up earlier tonight

“So, shall we move around? The guy in the desk said that I have 48 hours to wear this on before the time expires and I have to return this. You think girls gonna notice it?”

“Notice it as in noticing you or noticing the fact it’s just a skinsuit?”

“Hmmmm……both,”

“Well…….,” said Ned as he carefully stepped closer to Andrei before suddenly grabbing his best friend’s massive, veiny biceps “again, definitely some late skinsuit model, but I think it’s still gonna do the trick. Pretty sure those girls just left disappointed after watching you for some times before I approach you, maybe they think we’re a couple or something,”

“Well then, do give me some breathing space, bro, and let’s go get you some games to beat its top records so you can acquire one of these,” said Andrei as he gently pushed Ned, turned himself around and circled his now-massive arm around Ned’s shoulder, “maybe we each can get some action on our own posing like some jocks,” whispered Andrei seductively with his slow and very deep voice, not knowing the kind of havoc that might be caused by it to Ned’s already lustful mind

“Y-yeah…..sounds good enough,”

“W-wha—what is happening here?”

“Sorry Eddie, I’m thankful for your help, I really do, but I cannot let anyone know about my magic. You could use it for leverage if you need anything from me, and that’s not the way I want to operate,”

“B-b-but…..I trust you. I-I helped you. Cody wouldn’t be outed and kicked out from here with—without the video I anonymously sent to the Dean’s office,”

“Well, the fact that you have that video got me curious, Eddie. How on Earth and why on Earth you have such footage? That’s literally a dumpster in the back of some random nightclub,”

Eddie, now looking like the exact replica of Cody started trembling, in anticipation for what she gonna said and also because there’s literally some sort of testosterone or adrenaline rush running through his system

“And when I found out about that folder you have…..you documented me in a lot of situation where if that ever leak out, my power would be exposed to the whole world. I appreciate your silence all this time despite knowing what I’m capable of, but I cannot risk any shred of evidence that will jeopardize me and my people. Besides, having those footages didn’t necessarily make you the goody two shoes dude you always claimed yourself to be, so consider yourself lucky that you didn’t end up like Cody. Plus, you always say that you wish you could look like Cody,”

He’s having trouble breathing as the transformation still keep on going and there’s seemingly no way of going back to the way it used to be

“Not at this stage with this kind of record that will haunt me for the rest of my life. And w-what about the real Cody? What about the old me?

"I already take care of him, and as you said, you tipped them off anonymously plus there’s no one going to search you, you confided that to me, on how lonely you are as the rest of your family already passed away. Now, as Cody, you will live a less lonely life. You’re going to fill his spot, well, at least a better or more bearable version of him,”

He tried to come up with a reply but he stuttered so badly as the changes started to get solidified, the sensation of suddenly owning such massive body is something no one ever trained or prepared for

“So now, you will close your eyes now and stand still right there while I leave this premises. In 5 minutes, you will snap out of your trance and proceed as if nothing happened. You will show remorse for your action and won’t repeat it ever again to another women. Acknowledge how lucky you are that I didn’t press criminal charges and only want you to be expelled. You can still even work in your parents company, you will be fine. Do you understand that, Cody?”

His eyes already closed and he only nodded as the sign that he understood what she said to him. Nina then walks away and leaving the muscle hunk internalizing her command that will soon sounded like his own thought

newyoutf :

Oliver was stressed. The rent on his cramped London studio was a lot, and he couldn’t work enough to cover his costs while completing his studies. His work toward a law degree produced enough mental anguish on its own.

He’d seen the mindfulness CD atop a pile of various used items at an odd store - which seemed to stock all manner of things new, used and downright weird.

For obvious reasons, the record was alluring to Oliver. Anything that might lower the mental burden was an option worth trying. So when the handsome proprietor offered him the disc for less than a quid he couldn’t say no.

The drive buzzed on his desk as the contents were ripped to his computer after a late, stressful night of study. Oliver sat back in his desk chair placed the wireless headphones over his mousy brown hair and opened the resulting file that appeared on his desktop.

“Welcome. This audio program is custom designed. Just for you…”, a deep, manly voice read. Custom designed? The words made Oliver raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “What a load of bullshit", he thought.

“Ensure you are in a comfortable, private place. You will not want to be disturbed… You feel calm. Tranquility and stillness.”

The deep, commanding - and almost erotic voice - continued onward. Suddenly, Oliver felt awash with relaxation.

“Relax, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Focus your concentration on your top of your head, moving down slowly down the tips of your toes. Take in your body.”

Oliver unwittingly obeyed. His eyes shut and, taking a deep breath, he focused on the position of his body in space.

“This… actually isn’t too bad”, he admitted to himself.

“Empty your mind. Focus on the tingling across your skin. A pleasant warmth filling you up.”

Oliver was less impressed about the direction this was going now, was this going to turn into some erotic thing? But, suddenly, he did fill awash with warmth and tingling. Like a hot bath. He was surprised, no calmness app or anything similar had ever achieved this effect with him.

“Focus harder on that warmth and tingle. Make it stronger.”

Oliver sighed, feeling the pleasant sensations fill him up entirely.

“Stronger. Stronger. Stronger.”

The sensations intensified more and more; and although he felt good all over, in his head he began to panic. And so, he fumbled to stop the playback.

“Keep listening, Oliver. I guarantee you’ll like what you’re going to hear.”

Oliver’s eyes widened in fear, did the voice just use his name? Was it aware he tried to stop the playback? Surely this was just a co-incidence in the script?

But Oliver realized it was no coincidence when he became unable to click pause, his finger repelling like a magnet from the trackpad.

“You’re gonna to become a real man, Oliver. Like you’ve always wanted. And you’re gonna enjoy it.”

“Ungh… What the f- fuck?!”, Oliver whimpered. The unbearable heat and tingling sensations intensified. Whimpers turned to loud moans as pleasure and testosterone flooded his body, his cock filled with blood and hardened in his tight jeans.

“A real man has huge, muscular arms. Much like you do, Oliver.”

Oliver let out a groan as his upper arms began to match the spoken words and expand. His slim t-shirt’s sleeves strained as muscles began to appear under the skinny arms. They throbbed and wriggled, expanding larger and larger, thicker and thicker.

“Your arms are fucking huge. Every part of them.”

Oliver bit his lip and whimpered as he flexed. The thin twigs that were his upper arms surged and tore the sleeves of the shirt. Individual muscles squirmed and bulged as they reformed large and powerful. His forearms pulsed and ached as they too inflated with muscle. Veins protruded and snaked across the swelling muscle. These arms were huge, muscular machines designed for the gym.

“You’re tall…”

Energy rushed through his body in response to the words, but technically Oliver had always been a relatively tall and lanky 6′0″. So, nothing happened. It was if the recording was teasing him.

“P- please… more…”, Oliver begged. Resisting was never an option to begin with, but Oliver needed no orders to desire what was happening to him. His new arms were a taste of the masculinity he’d always desired, and it felt better than he could have imagined.

“…Really tall…”

“Oh fuuuuuuck yeeeeaaah!”, Oliver yelled. His cock throbbed in his denim while his entire body seared with the bliss of growth. His back pushed up higher and his legs stretched longer out from the chair. The muscular arms elongated as well to keep up, more muscle packing in order to to maintain their size.

“How do you manage to type on this thing with those massive paws?”

“Ahhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”, cracks and pops filled the air as Oliver held out his aching, pulsating hands. His skinny fingers twitched vigorously as they pushed longer and thicker. His palms were being tugged in all directions, stretching further and further outward. The ends of his fingers creaked as they reshaped, the chewed nails regrowing, broadening and elongating. These were indeed a real man’s hands.

“Your chest is fucking ripped. Powerful pecs. Bulging abs. Manly hair.”

Oliver bit down hard. But as his chest and shoulders swelled in every direction, he couldn’t hold it and let out a long whine. Muscle wrapped around the widening shoulders connecting with the stunning biceps. Growth flowed downward, forcing two huge slabs of muscle to grow out of his flat, bony chest. The tightest abs Oliver had ever seen exploded out from below his thick, tight pecs. His cock pulsed as he rubbed the rippling abs. He could feel a treasure trail forming and hair flourishing across the beautiful pecs. His cock tingled as his waist pulsed. Tight cum gutters formed below the glistening abs, leading down to his aching erection.

“Don’t forget your back.”

Oliver hunched forward as the muscle growth swept from his massive shoulders and chest across his back. His bony back rippled and bulged as sinew and muscle swelled.

“Everything about your legs screams power and masculinity. With an ass to match.”

Oliver’s kicked and twisted his legs feeling his thighs balloon with new and growing muscle. The skinny jeans began tearing and splitting at the seams as more and more muscle forced its way outward. His calves did the same, stuffing themselves with more and more power, stretching the fabric to breaking to point. Every muscle in his legs contracted as it swelled and grew. Oliver flexed the legs causing a final burst of growth and shredded the tattered jeans and underwear from his body. His flat ass, now free from its confines, began to inflate dramatically, pushing him upward in his seat. 

“Size 13s must be hard to find…”

He clenched his mouth shut, muffling a cry as snaps and crackles emanated from the socked feet. His fairly average UK size 9s burned with pressure as the socks began to stretch in an attempt to contain the growing feet. Oliver pressed his feet hard into the floor feeling the soles soaring across the carpet. The toes curled and gripped further and further, lengthening and thickening into 10s, then 11s, 12s… The sound of a tear was met with a moan as unbelievably long, thick, masculine toes jutted through the ends of the socks leaving him with UK size 13s.

“You’re such a looker, Olly.”

Oliver knew what this meant and trembled as he opened the webcam app on his laptop, watching in shock and pure desire at the image of his face moving and shifting. His neck bulged and swelled, the grunts coming from his throat deepening. 

His narrow, oval face stretched and snapped wider and longer, enlarging to fit the upper body he now possessed. Oliver rubbed his hard cock as his face began to look more and more masculine. A wide, thick jaw formed where before there was barely one at all. His lips inflated, his nose enlarged and his brow deepened. His hair darkened as it grew out, straightened and flopped messily across the headphones.

“I look… ungh… like a jock!”, Oliver gawked, turned on by his unbelievably hot new visage.

As he muttered those words he gasped repeatedly. Insatiable lust overtook him at watching his gorgeous, masculine face moan. His rigid erection ached and drooled at the sight.

“That cock is just like the rest of you. Oversized.”

Oliver stumbled upright and planted his hands on the desk and began to thrust across the table top as the 5 inch cock commenced its expansion. The continuous ecstasy that had been tearing through him since this started concentrated into his swelling dick.

Oliver’s screams of delight could have woken the dead. He bucked and thrust violently, shaking the desk as the rock hard rod swelled with girth and pushed outward longer and longer.

“You’re a real fuckin’ man. That cock’s designed for topping.”

Thoughts of working out, sports and fucking tight jock asses overwrote the introverted bottom’s personality.

“Not just a real man. You’re an all-American jock.”

Oliver spluttered as his British accent shifted to a distinctly American one. Memories of coming to London for exchange replaced his own. With a blinding flash of ecstasy, his foreskin merged with the now 7 inch shaft, giving Oliver the big, cut, all-American cock he’d always admired.

“Mmmmmphhh… Fuck, yeah dude! I’m… arrruuughh… a fuckin’ jock!”

The shaft surged longer and wider. The head of the oozing cock fattened, expanded and flared outward. A massive, drooling mushroom head formed at the end of the 8 inch dick.

The sweating, horny jock was but a second away from release, worshiping his own body and tightly, furiously stroking his cock. But the audio interrupted…

“I bet those 10 inches are popular online.”

Oliver howled as his encroaching orgasm was prevented. The blissful build up rushed back into his cock as it shot forward in seconds to an enormous, veiny 10 inches. He recalled making good money selling pictures and videos of his hot body and huge dick.

The stud gripped his thick python tight in his meaty hand and stroked fast. The voice on the audio track began to tease Oliver even more than it had been.

“You’re a real man.”

“Huhhh… unnnghhh.. yeah… I am!”

“You’re a fucking alpha.”

“Hnnnnggghh, fuck yeah!”

“Cum, stud.”

With a delightful roar, the beautiful, cut pole shot cum like a hose across his the desk, the wall and over the floor. Then again. And again. And after what felt like an eternity, the muscle stud’s orgasms slowed.

“Remember to share this recording with your friends…”

And on that command, the track ended. Oliver grabbed his phone, his huge hands dwarfing the device as he snapped a photo of his cock and incredible body to post later for his adoring online fans.

Now all the jockified Oliver needed was bros - and with the audiobook he knew exactly how to get them. But who to share it with first? Old friends, a few dedicated online fans maybe…

A strong sophomore story of this page, we’ll see what the author has in store for us for future stories

I thought that no one would be home for the day. I was careless. As I step back into my home after finishing an errand, imagine the horror as I have to face my slightly younger brother, Simon, with that cap on his head. He’s sporting a white wifebeater and a youthful subtle smirk plastered his 18 years old face

“Well Drew, what a surprise, right?”

“Boss,”

“How do you like me now? I would prefer someone bigger but well, not like I have much selection when I’m trapped inside a cap,”

“Boss, you have to understand. I didn’t mean to harm you or anything,”

“What are you talking about, older brother?”

“Boss, please. I’ll give you anyone, but not my younger brother. He got nothing to do with all of this,”

“Well, I wanna be involved, bro! I’m 18 now, I’m ready to join you and your friends! What? Do you think I’m too scrawny? Just wait and see,”

And my fear literally animated right in front of my eyes as my younger brother grunted hard while flexing his entire body. Then, slowly but surely, I can see the growing and shrinking muscle in constant, like someone blowing a balloon and take their breath temporarily. The once rather loose-fitting wifebeater turned tight, especially in his pectoral area. Then, growth also happened to his runner legs that got thicker and denser while his sole clearly increased from size 10 to minimum size 13. His growth then hit the pelvic area and I can tell from the print in his gray sweatpants, it’s humongous now, just like what Boss owned. Then, hairs started growing in small batches all across his now slightly tanner skin followed by a sleeve that appeared in his arm. Then, as he opened his eyes, he smirked to me

“So, am I good enough now to join you and your friends bro? I’m bored with high school friendships, they are all lame, and I don’t wanna go to college after all. Anyway, I got some ideas in my mind on how to run your group in this transitional time, heard your current boss went missing,”

“Oh yeah, can you keep this sleeve between you and me? Mom can get a heart attack if she knows about this,” he said while rubbing the tattoo in his arm, that son of a bitch is feeling himself

This is not going to be good. I would be able to subdue his mind and influence if I was the one who put on that hat but his mind is too powerful for Simon to handle. Now, the son of a bitch already locked himself deep inside my younger brother and there’s no way I would be able to rip him out from Simon’s body without hurting Simon in the long run

I literally tiptoed my way out from my bedroom to ensure that I’m not making too much noise, but well, he still got his hearing senses despite looking like a human now

“Hey Cole, ready to fuck now?”

I don’t know what the fuck is happening here, but for my recently adopted dog to literally transform into the perfect copy of my boyfriend to help with my loneliness, well, either this is a hell of an attentive dog or this dog is up to something. But it’s been a week and my boyfriend won’t return back here until the 4th of July week so I guess I will give him the benefit of the doubt.

After 2 successful books, there’s this some sort of pressure from my agent and publisher for me to finish yet another book while my name is still highly bankable. I love writing, I really do, and I was the one that agreed to the idea of me dropping yet another book in quick succession. To be fully honest, I already have a lot of half-drafts of novels and short stories collection which would ease me to achieve my target. But…..I don’t know, my idea sort of vaporized into thin air for the past couple hours

So that’s why I re-read my draft and tried to tie the whole things up as a way to let some creative juices flow to my brain and to also help me developed the last couple chapters.

So, the story that I currently write is yet another set-up for a future series of novel, just like my first book. It’s based in this urban legend I heard when I was a graduate student. So basically, in this book, the main character is Tommy Inglis, a grieving husband turned serial killer. His wife dead in his hand but he denied any sort of wrongdoing. He claimed that it’s all an accident, and he wanted to help her, but then someone, or something, moved him to instead finish the whole deed and when he realized what happened, his wife already passed out on the floor with no more vital signs that still indicated that she might be alive. He believe he should be forgiven and determined as not guilty because he also contacted 911 afterwards and he felt an insurmountable remorse for what happened to her. But of course such defend wouldn’t necessarily hold out in front of a panel of jury and not long after that, he’s deemed guilty

I noticed the supernatural, or at least magical realism twist in the chapters that followed that introducting chapter. As he spent his days in prison, he deeply wished that he would be given a chance to prove his innocence, because he still believed that something else involved in the whole thing. Plus, he hated the way the other inmates treated him as if he’s the scum of the Earth for killing his own wife. He usually defended himself by saying that someone framed him, but most of the inmates already perceived him in one way and nothing seemingly could swayed their perfection. In one of the night when he muttered so badly about his desire to prove his innocence, a demonic entity appeared in his cell and promised him that very chance. The presence of that demon confirmed Tommy’s believe that he is not guilty and he told the demon to be responsible for its own mistake. The demon teased Tommy,

“Well, I can stay in this prison for you while you strut out and claim your liberty, what do you think?”

“But how?”

“You want to be free and also show people that you are not the only horrible human being that killed their own spouse, right? Well, what if I tell you that I can put them in your shoes? Just shake my hand and I will make that come true,”

And Tommy shakes hand with the demon that instantly lurched to occupy Tommy’s body. The blond 43 years old man grunted in agony as he battled for control over his body against the invading demon, but he lost control of his limbs one by one. The noise attracted the attention of the guard stationed for night duty at his block who come to check on him but that’s when the demon, already in full control of Tommy’s body, sucked and consumed the guard’s soul out with a kiss and then transferred Tommy’s soul into the guard’s empty body. The entity then explain that for Tommy to do his agenda, he would be able to influence his target with what he said or if necessary, possessed the person in order to mess with their life. Tommy smiled upon hearing that, a list of people that didn’t come to his defense or even painted him as the bad guy already filled his mind since the first day he got thrown into the jail.

The story turned darker and definitely more on a thriller side in the midsection. Tommy strut out from his prison under the guise of this jacked contracted guard and how he wreck havoc in a lot of people’s life. The guard’s wife was Tommy’s first victim, she almost didn’t make it as Tommy, still under the guise of her husband, beaten her into a pulp in a warehouse nearby their flat.

Even though she managed to survive the whole ordeal, that was enough to put the guard behind bars. Before the guard eventually arrested, Tommy already launched himself out to the guy he stumbled in the street, he’s jury number 1 in his trial and he recently married.

The news of the bright and kind History teacher convicted for the murder of his own wife surprised the community. He pleaded not guilty and claimed to lost all sort of memory for several days leading up to the day of the murder and he found himself already with a shotgun in his hand without knowing why and how he’s in that position. And the killing cycle continues, as his lawyer who didn’t even believe him from the beginning, the DA, the reporter who wrote him as front-page news, his coworker that stated how unstable he is as a person, all ended up behind bars and all claimed that they didn’t commit the crime they did. To make it realistic, I based all of that from real cases and I wouldn’t be able to write such detailed description without my friend leaking the details for me, and even some of the files related to the cases too. She really put her career on the line for me and she really came through with it.

Welp, look at that, it’s 8 PM already. How time flies by. Hmmm……maybe I should just settle with Chinese tonight, I’m too lazy to cook and I’m so pumped to write the next chapter now I’m out of my writer’s block. This story is already too dark I guess, and has been too easy for Tommy, so I think I will make him possess this resillient guy who will force Tommy for a struggle for control. Should Tommy be killed in the end though? Goodness prevailed? I guess that’s fine, the demon still exist anyway and that can be the basis for the sequel, focusing on that demon controlling Tommy’s body.

*knock knock

I mean…..the Chinese is indeed nearby but I don’t expect them to be this quick

*knock knock

“Coming!”

Wait, what is my agent doing here rather than calling me like usual?

“Eli?”

“Hey there, you must be Jonathan Kirby. Well, I heard that you write about me as this lunatic serial killer, so what do you say if you become a character in your own story? I’ll write down Eli part too if you need me to,”

That’s when he slightly opened his coat and I noticed splash of blood hidden behind it as blood splattered all over the lower part of the crisp white shirt

My big brother is ashamed of me because I’m not a big tough man like he is. I love him very much and desperately want to be a man he can be proud of. Maybe you can help me be more alpha?

Never in your life that your older brother looked at you with such affinity

“Fuck, you are so manly, little bro. This is what I expected from you,”

It’s also not helpful that you started to believe that you and your brother still sometimes showered together and expressing affection towards each other’s manly bodies or jaw-dropping facial feature. It’s also not helpful that your mind started to be filled with memories of you two passionately screwed each other, you even started to question whether or not he is your brother? Maybe he’s your lover, your muscle bottom of a lover that love to be fucked by you as if you two are some kind of rabbit in heat. Yes…..that sounds about right. After all, by just looking at you and how hairy you are and how you outweighed him by at least more than 15 pounds, you are clearly the alpha in the relationship. And let’s not even talk about dick size, his 6 inches hard is no match for your uncut, 8.5 inches, soft.

I'm tired of my life man. No job, no purpose, no partner etc. And I am aware it's probably far from the truth, but being a horny alpha bro seems so pleasant. Think you can make that happen bro? I don't care about the consequences.

It’s not like you’ll consider dumbed down and horned up all the time as consequences when you always believe that’s the state of your mind. Oh, you think I wouldn’t clean your mind first before working on your body? Well, rather than choosing which part to keep and which part to let go, I preferred to wipe it all and built your brain from that clean slate. Just to be more time efficient, you know.

Why, you ask? Well, I wanted to give you the best physique that would scream dumb douchebag from miles away. So, let’s see, definitely wouldn’t describe your face as demured and feminine-like as if you are some yes-man associate lawyer with no sex life, it’s more on the handsome and slack-jawed type of face. Skinny is definitely out from the conversation when we describe your body. It’s jacked-up, smelly, and just like as if you are always pumping iron during every free time you have. And it’s going to keep growing, after all you’re just 20. Yeah, 20. Do you really think you can fool anyone and claim yourself as 32 years old? 24 maybe, but definitely not 32 lol, what are you? Dumb? Oh right, you are indeed dumb. But ladies wouldn’t give you the time of their day with just that, right? It’s that schlong that give you the comparative advantage among the other jocks in your campus. It’s not only long, it’s hella fat too. Rested and it’s almost as thick as a beer can, just imagine the kind of power when that monster split open some pussy, or boipussy. Of course you are straight, but when you are in need of a relief, any hole could work wonder, right?

So, bro, flex that muscle and start looking, someone in the proximity might be drenched already upon seeing you, and even if no one sees you, there’s nothing wrong with flexing and showing off the muscle that you worked so hard. After all, what’s the purpose of being so muscular if you will just hide it in some oversized sweater?

The 5 nerds went for a much-needed vacation after a year-long burnout caused by their work. Of course they have no idea about the capability of the private pool in their rented villa. They even mock Isaac, the curly haired meek UX designer who booked the hotel for not checking the specification of the villa’s pool and now ended up with some tiny box filled with water

“Well, we could still work it out. Not like we’re that big,”

“Hhhhh…..fuck you Isaac. Okay then, I’ll change first. You guys can go in first,”

——-

As they walked out from the tiny outdoor tub, their old memory washed away with their old body as the pool changed them for the better (and for good). The company where they worked would be forced to found some sudden replacement as 5 of its staffer failed to notify their whereabout and seemingly has no interest to return to their old job. Well….not like they ever remember their life before this, they always thought themselves as some hot models on a photoshoot trip.

Got this one flagged, so maybe I’ll try it this way

makingrealalphas:

Harry has worked in the city sewer in daily basis since 2018. But today might be his last day, he thought, when he found a glimmering amulet clearly made from some precious metal left or maybe dumped in this filth hole that would generate him some fortune.

Little did the young highschool drop-out that already entered his mid-20 realized that the amulet shouldn’t be touched by anyone.

The entity trapped inside the amulet awaken due to the contact it made with human skin and as the entity opened his eyes, the amulet glow in the rather poorly-lighted sewer and triggered a little ripple as it breaks free from the containment of the amulet and entered the unprepared Harry. The brute has no chance to defend himself from the invader as it quickly filled all extremities of his limb. Not even a minute, Harry already look different with sinister gleam radiated from his eyes. The entity is ready to take back what’s his and avenged his defeat in a rematch that he won’t lose this time.

But first, he should assemble subjects that will do everything he orders without question……maybe it’s best to start with his fellow sewer boys

“Yo Harry, sup?” asked Alfie casually as he excused himself earlier today because he got some emergency condition back at home, he claimed earlier to their supervisor

“Listen up, human. You are going to walk into your flat and get me your brother and his best friend. Do you understand me, Alfie?” asked the possessed Harry with his inhuman voice and an off-putting emphasis as he called Alfie by his name exactly when his voice returned to normal

“Yes Harry, I understand. Get my brother. What’s to do afterward?” answered Alfie monotonously as his eyes temporarily looked hazy and lifeless while his steps seemed a little bit off

“Just wait there and I’ll come pick you three later,” answered Harry briefly before he ended the call

Then, after ending the call, the possessed Harry started his walk to the parked car used by his team. But even before he reached there, he found 2 of his workmate lounging on the ground after they got drained due to their work and now they’re just chilling while waiting for the other.

“Yo Harry, mate, where you goin’?”

With a sinister grin, he looked at them and then rubbed his amulet. The soft look quickly turned into glare at the two unaware men. Not long afterwards, the two of them already walked behind Harry as if they’re his bodyguard.

As they crossed the street, Harry could make up the figure sitting in the back of the opened van. There, the 19 years old Oliver currently minding his own business all alone while waiting for some other workmate of his. Oliver noticed the approaching Harry and the two others and greeted his older coworkers

“You done mate?”

Harry rubbed his amulet and glaring red lights radiated from it. Oliver’s eyes turned bright red for a seconds and then suddenly his expression turned stoic

“What do you want me to do, Master?”

“First, call me Harry. Second, act normal but you’re not going to disobey me. Three, can you drive?”

“Yes Harry, I can,”

“Good, here’s the key. Now let’s pack up and drive,”

“What about the others? Aren’t they still inside?”

“I don’t think they will ever come out from there. Gotta solved ‘em first to charge up my power. Let’s just pretend we know nothing about it, after all, we don’t come to work today,”

“We don’t come to work today. Got it. Then, let’s hop in and you can tell me what you are up to, Harry,”

The vengeful spirit inside Harry smiled widely and that is animated by Harry’s face. The two guy behind him still remained expressionless but their resting face looked like the type of face of people you don’t wanna mess with. As both Harry and Oliver walk to sit in front, the two guys hop into the back of the van and sit quietly with their blanked out faces.

That asshole Duncan Pembroke and his alliance won’t see this one coming, Harry thought in his mind, feeling confident that this time it will finally work and no one will be able to stop him afterwards.

“We’re quite an efficient creature, human. We don’t like constant battle with the host so we always ensured that they turned into some kind of excess that should be released from their body,”

“And I think you will like what we have in store for ya,”

“We happen to learned a little bit about what you like and we conditioned these essence to have the similarities with what I believe you human called as semen,”

“Or more generally mentioned as cum, and that is what bloats in our internal system for now. So, if you are interested, maybe you can kneel and let us spray you with it? Don’t forget to lap some of ‘em, you will be surprised what kind of phenomenon can be triggered when you swallow these essences,”

Lesley licks his lips, the 4 meanest patron of this gym, not only they no longer ridiculed him, “they” even told him to kneel and be in the receiving end of such copious amount of “blessing” and he’s certainly not going to refuse such offer

“Well, how’s the little extra search of my car, Detective? Ready to let me go?” said Martin Graaf, the Governor’s son-in-law, smirk plastered in his face

“Only one thing left, Mr. Graaf. Are you familiar with Jansen Prinz?” asked the detective inquisitively while leaning on the wall next to the exit door of the investigation room

“I don’t. Okay then, so that’s the last, right?” answered Graaf as he grabbed his sweater and put it on with a little rush in the way he handled the question when he was calm throughout the whole thing

“Not so fast, Mr. Graaf. Because we have a reason to believe that Mr. Prinz transfered himself into the body of Martin Graaf as Mr. Graaf seemingly owed the old man Prinz due to something that happened in the past. That is one of the highest violation in the Transfer Bill, an alleged suspect in criminal cases illegally able to access transference technology. So Mr. Graaf, or should I address you as Mr. Prinz, do you care to explain or defend yourself?” asked the detective straight away as she also locked the exit door

“That is utter bullshit. Where’s my lawyer? This is illegal detainment and you know that,”

“Against Mr. Graaf or against you, Prinz? Because pretty sure your company got served with a class action on trial as we are speaking now, money laundering charges and 7 sexual harassment lawsuit specifically directed to you by your former employee and it’s clearly stated on the Bill that criminal or suspected criminal shouldn’t be able to access such technology unless verified by the State. So….yeah, this detainment is legit,”

“Are you out of your mind? I don’t even know who the fuck is that Prinz— whatever the heck is his name. Now, let me the fuck out from here, bitch! I’ll fucking slap you with lawsuits and you know damn well my dad won’t let you off the hook,”

“Just cut the acting and sit down, Prinz. We got you, and you know it. Does the name Bram Weiler ring a bell? I bet it does, he’s the one doing the transference for you, right? We deposed him, and 20 minutes ago, he eventually cracked. That also proved my theory that the Prinz in prison ain’t the real one, or at least, he’s a different man inside,”

The brooding blond chuckled in disbelief. He stared at the detective, her hair’s tied but her jacket clearly shown the rough day she has today.

“So, let’s talk, Prinz. Tell me how the fuck you pulled all of this off,”

“I don’t see any reason why I should talk at all if you’re so high and mighty with all your theory, Ms. Di Soto. I also don’t see any possibility for you to reduce my incoming sentences so why don’t you lay all your thoughts here and let me verify with a nod whether or not it was what happened. After all, I’m pretty sure no one gonna pursue this cases, it’s just a DUI but you clearly made this something bigger,”

“Well, a scum like you deserves to rot in prison so cut the bullcrap DUI and talk, Prinz. Or I can phone the DA right away and I’m pretty sure he’ll be more than happy to come up with something that will put you away for good, no matter who the fuck represented you,”

“Whoooo….feisty. But wait a second, Di Soto, right? So why the heck that name sounded familiar? You have a younger sister named Mariana?”

Leila’s eyes turned wide but the blond man in front of him continued

“Did she talk to you about a lovely man named Mauro….oh shit, Mauro came to your house, didn’t he? That’s why your face is so familiar, we’ve met before this. Well, just for your information, she’s such a good girl but boy she’s real nast—-”

Before he even finished, a punch already landed in his face and that punch is enough to knock him out from his chair. As he looks up from the floor, Leila stands tall with a glaring look to the man who violated her sister

“What the fuck did you do? And how?”

He touched his face, fuck it will leave some bruise, he thought, but then he proceeded to answer the question as he takes his place back in the chair

“Ms. Di Soto, you clearly are a newcomer in this city, or at least a newcomer to this city’s inner circle. What I can say is, this son of a bitch owed me, the same with shit tons of other people in this piece of dystopia. That also includes Mauro, and I just asked them to return the favor I did to them. Sometimes it involved with me hiding inside their body, sometimes it involved me hiding my trail by pulling some other strings, or sometimes, I’m just bored with being so untouchable by the law in this state, I like to get my hand dirty to feel the thrill, you know? But I know I wouldn’t be penalized, a lot of folks depended their life on me being outside of the prison, or whatever torture chamber it is now that you considered as prison. All those folks knew about my little arrangement, hence they are so calm about it when my imprisonment hit the news. Plus, despite my son helmed the companies now, he still called me most of the time for the move he should take so I’m practically still rule over my companies. And if you think I’m running away from my charges, well, that’s literally the least of my worry. This degenerate world you lived in, it’s so corrupted, I fear the penalty of my peers more compared to the consequences of my action towards some peasants,”

“You sure talk a lot of loaded bullcrap, Prinz. Just get your goddamn story straight first and we’ll see where this whole thing will end,”

“You want me to start telling you that I put some mute sewer-dweller inside my old body or do you want me to start from the time I visited Graaf’s Jr. apartment, sedated him and then put him in the transference machine? Or, are you more interested with the story on how I got to Graaf’s front door as Mauro right after I screwed your younger sister the day before? I won’t even have any problem to tell about my story jumping from one body to the other just to have some fun in between my residency inside this meat. Your choice,”

“Okay…..wait…..the fuck?”

“Yes Di Soto, that’s how we do it here. Do you really think people only swapped body once to hide their trail? No, it’s hella elaborate, that’s why no one invested their time finding out shits among the elites unless it’s commisioned by other elites. And I know transference sounded like a hell of a fuss and cost you a fortune, but not for us. Besides, you cannot even guarantee that I won’t jump into whoever guards or personnel stationed here between the time you are finished interrogating me and my trial. As far as I know, I got at least 15 people who owed me here and I can just pull the favor right back at them to make things even. Then, when you proceed with your little pissant of a trial amd then your public servants team convinced the jury that the guy on trial is guilty, kudos to you, yet again you put another innocent man behind bars just because you have no idea that the real douche already settled in yet another body,”

Leila is stunned, but he’s not finished yet

“So, my suggestion is for you to just let me go, forget about all this shit and let me just hide inside this blondie. As you can see, I’ve been inside this man for most of the past 2 and a half years and he’s been as clean slate as he used to be. This DUI is bullshit too, everyone’s drunk or high at Minefields all goddamn time. But good intuition tho, no wonder they really hype you up, the best damn graduate from the Academy for more than two decades, clean as a whistle and feisty beyond believe. And let’s be real, the DA got his position because of me, that’s a long ass story, but I can assure you that he won’t even let any rumor about this spread out because he’s been selling that shit about putting Jensen Prinz down to the peasants for the past year for his upcoming AG election. So, what do you say? Put this to bed and fight another fight?” He offered to shake his hands with her but she just walk to the door, unlock it, and then open it wide

“Well, thank you Detective Di Soto. And oh, welcome to the real Minefields, what kind of "mine” referred in this city name in your mind, rest assured, it’s not the mineral type of mine, and it won’t stop to blow your mind,“ he said with a smirk as he strut out from the interrogation room, "and oh, nice punch,”

As she watches him walk away, anger burns passionately inside her heart. He might get away this time, but this won’t be the last time she crosses path with that scum, that she’s sure about.

Just watched this short movie about a creep photographer turned into a lustful hunk by drinking a powdered potion from a Chinese drugstore. The movie has English subtitle so it’s helpful for non-Tagalog speaker. Quite an expected storyline, creep too (well, the photographer is creep, not the storyline) but well, transformation.

The video in Youtube is a snippet where he transformed. The full movie is available online

Edit: Since the thumbnail doesn’t really show his body, well, here’s his picture

“Well, I’m sorry dweeb, it’s been my life’s mission to take everything you cherished and turned it against you,”

And as Victor said that, he circled his arm around Jesse’s friend that instantly warped right in front of his eyes. Not even a minute, the two young lawyer drained with their 90 hours work week shot up in height and also stacked some lean muscle in instance. Their suit and tie vanished into thin air and replaced by a more appropriate clothing for the club. Then, their face turned into a feature so unrecognizable, the lawyer couldn’t be the same person with this two party-hungry hunk with their glazed eyes

“Let me introduce you to…..hmmmm…..Andy and Luis. Yes, that’s their name now. They’re…….part of the club’s shareholder,”

Jesse can only held his tears as he left the club, yet again caught by the devious Victor who seemingly couldn’t let him have any sort of fun with his life. It’s just a matter of time before Victor would come to his law firm where he worked and just turned everything upside down, all happened because he broke things off with Victor’s sister without knowing that the entire male family line in her family descended from some ancient warlocks with utmost interest in vengeance and overall human misery.

I was the biggest bully throughout the time I spent in my elementary and junior high. Then, highschool started and my parents got to move across the country and I have to enter my new school as entirely nobody as the school (the town even) got their bully pack already and somehow there were a lot of big students back then. So no Prom King or any sort of athletic achievement for me and that landed me on an average campus with their average people.

Years of not showing my domination and athletic prowess reduced my edge over other people but just like high school, I considered this a blank canvas and I should be able to establish myself as a force to be reckoned with. I wouldn’t settle until I got what I deserve and that’s where my roommate came in handy.

You see, so he got this app called Chronivac left opened in his PC one day when I came back to our dorm and found himself asleep in his bed. The dude’s a tank of a man, still a freshman but he got the biggest built I’ve ever seen in a 19 years old, in-person

But he’s nice though, very friendly with everyone too, hence his nickname, the Gentle Giant. Well, the left open Chronivac revealed to me the truth as the mighty and hella popular linebacker, Chester Rawley, is nothing but a fraud. To be more specific, he’s not this All-American giant that got one of the best record as a linebacker in the entire history of highschool-level American football, he’s actually just a pathetic nerd with punchable face and weird hobbies based on this other profile named “Benjamin Roth” linked to this Chester Rawley profile. I also noticed from the app that Benjamin already assumed this Chester persona for the past 2 years so he’s been living quite a nice life as Mr. Popular and all the perks that could be received by an all-star football player. So I decided to click the “Undo All” button available at the very bottom part of his profile and literally in a speed of light, the Chester I always knew vanished into thin air and replaced by this short ginger with a hint of flabby gut that I suppose should be called as Benjamin. I guess I wanted to be a little bit more generous so I packed him some muscle, not too defined, but he got some mini head start at least because I kinda need him to be knowledgeable about sport and sort of gym-passing a tad bit more for my next plan. To spice things up, I erased his knowledge about Chronivac and turned this PC mine. I also deleted his whole memory about living life as Chester and added a tiny description that would guarantee his role in the upcoming saga which is my life.

I think I didn’t have to explain what I did next. Ben already scanned the entire wing of this dorm too. He probably got some idea up in his mind about changing some of the folks over here, but since I was in a tight time constraint as he could just wake up all in a sudden, I decided to take care of myself first rather than messing up with the other residence. When I envisioned how I should look like, most of my reference originated from Chester and some mixture of those highschool bully in my alma mater. I found my face quite charming on its own so it didn’t need much improvement to be honest but my body definitely wouldn’t mind to receive some deserving upgrade……

—–

“Next time Ben, don’t forget to fuckin’ charge the camera,”

“Yes Brandon, I’m very sorry. But, are you okay if I take your shot with just my phone then?”

“I’ll let it pass now, Ben. But next time I won’t be this generous,”

If you think I’m done, you are clearly wrong. I haven’t exert my full dominance over this dominion of mine, and it would be a piece of cake with Chronivac by my side

I want to grow into a jacked douche bag. Make me as ripped as you want, just give me a huge cock and nice ass

To be honest with you, I think you’re quite hot already. I know you haven’t been that lucky in the love department since you heard that some girls think you are a little bit too nice, but hey, since when that being nice considered a bad trait? But well, your wish is my comment and to be fair, despite having taut muscle, that’s definitely not jacked yet and you are certainly not a douchebag either.

So, I see that you’ve put the cap I sent to you earlier today. Great. Now, put the cap backward and think of the place where jacked douchebag usually gathered and close your eyes. Visualize it. Don’t open your eyes unless I say so. Yes, if you keep it closed, I bet you start to hear some murmuring noises, like people chatter. And the noise gets louder, this time you also notice some raspy or exasperated breath, followed by metal hitting the ground or clashing with other metal. Your quite bathroom started to feel a little too foreign and you can tell that you are no longer barefeet as socks and some shoes encapsulated your feet, at least that’s what you can feel. A tight fabric cling to your body and you can feel it is damp, probably soaked from sweat and you can also tell that there’s this weird sensation of you feeling a little bit more bloated. Keep your eyes closed dude, don’t open it just yet. Now, some loud and energetic music permeated through the air that smelled musky, metallic and slightly cold too. Slowly, open your eyes and don’t look around, just pretend that I am standing right in front of you because at least you can hear my voice despite not seeing me, right?

Good boy. Perfect. Now, try to look around and enjoy the sight around you. Great, isn'r it? Check out that jacked arm, yeah, feels— hey what the fuck??? Open your eyes dude, don’t close it again! Fuck, what are you doing you dumb son of a bitch? Open your eyes, I’m telling you! Fuck, why the heck the cap stuck in his head? Grrrr goddammit you little prick, stop, there would be no reverse from this and you could fried your brain if you keep going! Do you really wanna be a big dumb brutes for the rest of your life? Oh God this is bad…..

“Huhuhuh, hey there bruh, wanna get your hand wet with these set of abs? First time is free, but you gotta pay up for the next times,”

“Is there something funny?” He said as he looked at you sharply while he’s stretching himself on the floor

“Sorry, I just—- hahahahah damn, I just don’t expect you to be the working out type,”

“Well, since your brilliant idea involved putting me inside this fucker, I have no other choice but to keep up with this body demand. I would fucking eat that tiramisu I made two days ago straight from its dish if I could, but of course I couldn’t, I have body to keep,”

You don’t show much expression but deep down you are smirking with contempt as your boyfriend started to absorb some of Ren’s personality. You already ensured that this blend of personality would be beneficial in the long run because Ren’s discipline and Julian’s lust for you would be an intoxicating combo. Finger cross that all good traits between the two really could ended up together to create the perfect boyfriend for you.

Hi. I guess what you’d call me and my friends, “the creepy old guys at the bar,” even though we’re minding our own business and having fun. We keep getting made fun of by this group of CrossFit gays because of our age and looks. I heard you could help us and possibly swap with them or even turn them into bodysuits? We just want to have fun like everyone else. Can you help us?

“Go show off that virile muscle, bruh. We gotta rub it off to their faces,” you said to your friend, Ernie and Lou

The once two fat old bastards then flex their muscle proudly, even the fat and self-conscious Lou is no longer shy as he flexed his muscle and showed off his stained pit caused by the hard work he put himself for the past hour since he acquired that young studly body. Ernie is also basking in his newly-found confidence (arrogance even) as he already stripped himself as soon as he landed inside the hunky blonde

I hi-fived them and proceed to head upstairs documenting more of our acquisition. In the living room, I found Mo, Gerald and Wes sitting comfortably in the couch in their new bodies.

“This is working really well, bruh,” they said in unison before they muttered some other statements on their own. Mo, the skinniest among us all with his back pain even enjoyed himself a tad too much as he flexed his now humongous biceps and then proceed to give it a kiss. That self-worship quickly turned into a couch orgy as Gerald and Wes started to kiss and lick Mo’s new bigger body

Me? Well, first thing first, quite happy that they at least have an Asian in their group because I’m hella proud with my heritage. Second, this boy ain’t lookin’ like your stereotypical Asian. Instead of being bookish, play some goddamn instrument or a Math whiz, this young fella clearly got no interest with all of that and it’s quite a good feeling to be so relaxed and not burdened to live up to societal expectation. Aside from his good look, he’s sporty, very self-assured (a tad too much actually) and easy going too, some of the traits that I didn’t have in my previous life. I even feel slightly guilty taking him over because he’s also proud with his heritage and even speak fluent Mandarin, plus he’s probably the least douchebag among his peers. But well, why would I choose to stuck as an aging grandpa when all my friends moved on to much younger bodies and I would’ve ended to deal with all those jocks in my friends body? Definitely not an option.

So, as I look at my reflection in the mirror, I cannot help but take a pleasure knowing that I just gave myself and my friends second chance to live our life once more.

As for the real jocks, well…..I wouldn’t bet too much on them to be able to live through as bunch of old men with all their physical problem and already deemed as creepy or pathetic by most people. Maybe their kids would eventually decided to put them into some hospice or something, not my problem though.

Now, if you excuse me, I got two friends in the basement gym probably already fucking like a pair of bunny, and I have no intention to be left behind

Pop Quiz: I’m a Dumb Jock and…..

Reggie filled the weird questionnaire based on his personal experience dealing with jocks. He found jocks to be highly manipulative as they would use everything other than their brain to get what they desired. It might be their looks, their body, their charm or their blessed endowment, the point is they would always get what they want and people would just realize that they got manipulated after the jocks got what they wanted. Pretty privilege.

After clicking the “send” button in the online form, he decided to go to Francis house for some studying. He and Francis already befriended each other since junior high and with some of their final days in high school already passed and only a couple weeks left for now, he wanted to ensure that he spent as much time as possible with Francis as the talented school journalist would go to UC Berkeley while he would go to the other coast to attend Columbia. Weirdly, he decided to walk into the house despite its 3 km distance

“I think some run will do me good,”

Reggie didn’t notice the changes happened to him as every stride he took got longer as he himself experienced height increase, and quite a significant one. Other than that, his legs also got defined alongside his upper limbs with his arm turned veiny and muscular. The changes spread to his flat stomach which became increasingly defined, packs of abs emerged like buns raising in the oven. His bony pecs swole into quite a bulging defined mass that slightly jiggled as he continued his run

As he arrived in Francis front door, his shirt in his hand, his jeans turned into sweatpants and his once blonde hair turned jet black. When Francis opened his front door, he meekly welcomed the rather sweaty jock and handed him a fresh towel.

“Great, you know I’m going to run here. Oh yeah, where’s the kitchen? I need some water,”

“Follow me,”

Francis filled the mug with water from the tap and handed it to the changed Reggie. Francis lowered himself to get some snacks stashed in the cabinet under the island while furtively glanced Reggie which gulped his drink in one go.

As Francis grabbed the snacks and closed the cabinet, his eyes met with Reggie’s seductive eyes

“So, what should we do tonight, buddy? I know you can finish our group task all hy yourself in under an hour so it left us with some extra time,”

Francis blushed. He knew he shouldn’t be aroused by this whole thing as he is responsible for Reggie’s transformation but not like he got any option because it’s the direct order from the head of the student’s body and the football team captain who seemed to be very friendly to each other despite their personal feud literally a month ago. And who says that he doesn’t like this? As long as he is not the one turned into some meathead jock, he is actually fine by all of this and the only way to avoid the transformation is by obeying the order from those two.

I like the general idea behind this whole story scheme @papermoon357

Consider this a tribute

Harry has worked in the city sewer in daily basis since 2018. But today might be his last day, he thought, when he found a glimmering amulet clearly made from some precious metal left or maybe dumped in this filth hole that would generate him some fortune.

Little did the young highschool drop-out that already entered his mid-20 realized that the amulet shouldn’t be touched by anyone.

The entity trapped inside the amulet awaken due to the contact it made with human skin and as the entity opened his eyes, the amulet glow in the rather poorly-lighted sewer and triggered a little ripple as it breaks free from the containment of the amulet and entered the unprepared Harry. The brute has no chance to defend himself from the invader as it quickly filled all extremities of his limb. Not even a minute, Harry already look different with sinister gleam radiated from his eyes. The entity is ready to take back what’s his and avenged his defeat in a rematch that he won’t lose this time.

But first, he should assemble subjects that will do everything he orders without question……maybe it’s best to start with his fellow sewer boys

“Are you in already?” I asked the alien.

“Yes master, I’m both inside your brother and his friend,” The two of them answered in one voice.

“Nice,” I muttered, still fixated to their now compliant and stoic faces

“What do you want me to do, Master?” they both speak at the same time again.

“First, I want you to focus on just one body for now,” I commanded him with a glance from my sight that motioned him to focus on my brother

He understands

“Ok Master, as you ordered,” my brother answered and now his best friend, just sit there with his mouth agape really looking ike an empty meat puppet that he is

“Second, don’t call me "Master” from my brother’s body, or even anyone’s body unless I ordered that. It sounds suspicious,“

He nodded.

"I want you to look inside my brother’s memories and start acting like him,” I added

In just the matter of seconds, his once rather-flat expression suddenly flushed with blood flow or whatever and that devious sparkle returned to his eyes

“Ok, moron,” He said mimicking my brother’s cold attitude that instantly raised the pressure that I felt on my crothc since the beginning of this whole possession. He then takes out his phone and start texting and I smiled

“Do the same thing with Charlie,”

And just like that, Charlie closes his mouth rightaway and looking smug as ever, and I can really tell that look of disgust the real Charlie always put on everytime we have eye contact. I see him take out his phone from his jacket’s pocket too and that makes me curious

“What are you doing?” I asked

“What’s up with your brother so busy up in people’s ass being nosy as fuck?”

“Yo, be careful saying that kind of shit, he’s a fag, he might take that literally and start sniffing or even eating your ass!”

Both of them let out a huge rumbling laughter that surprised me. This alien is fucking natural with this whole thing. And I like it. So I decided to step my game up

“Well, we will talk about your ass later but for now, take your shoes off Dylan,” I commanded my brother

“Ew, why? So you can sniff it and jack your tiny dicklet while doing it, fag?”

“As the matter of fact, you’re damn right about it. Now, cut the bullshit and let me go straight to the source of this whole stinking mess,”

He did as I told. And after sniffing the shit out of his shoes, I decided that it would be a waste to end the whole fun by shooting my load with just his shoes. I want more.

“Make him ask for a foot massage,” I said to him, point blank, his shoes still in my hand but he can tell that I’m serious about it

“Well fag, if you’re done with that shoes, what about taking it up another notch? My bitch of a girlfriend is as kinky as you but if you can prove it to me that you are better at handling my feet than her, might as well cancel my date with her for the night to know my faggy little brother more,” He said with a smirk while keeping his eyes on the phone.  

“Yeah man, make the fag massage your feet,” added Charlie out of the blue. Well, quite the attentive asshole of a best friend he is, just like the real him

I removed his black sock and instantly hit by his feet odour.

As I handled my brother’s musky feet, I get a little greedy seeing the ‘unoccupied" feet of Charlie that rivaled my brother’s in musk

“Charlie, do you want a massage too?” I said maliciously.

“Sure thing fag, come over,” he answered without any doubt whatsoever, in fact, he leaned a little deeper to the couch so he can get himself in a more relaxed position

“Keep texting,” I commanded “Who are you writing to?’

"My hookup last night, she seems hungry for more and we’re currently exchanging some fun snaps,”

I start rubbing his meaty feet. It was amazing…..but then my brother surprised me,

“Why the fuck don’t you use that brain and service both of our feet huh? Or are you incapable of doing that?”

Whoa…..he sounded angry. But damn, that gonna terrified me to the core if it’s real but I know he’s just playing and he won’t hurt me like he used to so I smiled and decided to just go with the flow.

“You jelly that I don’t pay you any attention, bro?”

“Damn right I am. Now go do what you’re good at and we’ll see what we can do next as the time progresses,”

I rubbed my hand in excitement before I started massaging both feet excitedly

One of my followers sent this story to me and sadly, he left Tumblr already so I couldn’t ask him where he got this story. Pretty sure it’s not from Tumblr and to avoid a full plagiarism (+ I have done some other “brother possessed by alien tropes”) I decided to change it up a bit. If it interests you, I can make at least 1 or at most 2 part continuation of this since I have a lot of these folks GIF and I’ve been dying to use them all

As the throbbing dick shoots out its thick milky content, Ernest once again lost his control over Ryan’s body and instantly find himself awake in his dorm room. Meanwhile, Ernest yet again lost his track of time and place as he found himself sweaty, in a gym parking lot with the sun already up and cum splattered all across his face, slightly disturbing his eyesight and left certain taste in his tongue that he is now familiar with, cum. But unlike Ernest, Ryan has no idea what is wrong with him for the past couple days as he found himself losing his sense of awareness for some period of time before returned back only to found himself in a very sexual condition that couldn’t be explained.

Before this, it was Aaron Gomez’s room, his dick buried deep inside the twink’s ass. Before that, it was this bathroom in a seedy club in the other side of the city, his mouth tasted so weird and his asshole felt stretched and filled with sticky, drying cum. The first time all of this happen, 2 months ago, he found his laptop showing some gay porn and his sticky hand still tugging his dick, and only God knows what will happen the next time he found himself in this situation. Maybe he really need to start recording himself

transformhim:

Routine Interruption

“Sorry man, forgot my—WHO THE-WHAT THE FUCK!!”

The man jacking it on the couch quickly tried to cover himself with a pillow.

Cam stood there for a few more seconds shouting, stammering, completely losing it after coming back into the apartment to see this guy jacking off on his couch… The biggest issue was that the guy jacking off on the couch was himself. And where the fuck was Terry?! There’s a stranger jacking it in the apartment and he’s probably in his room sleeping!

“Hold on, dude, just chill for a minute, just cool off—..” the imposter spoke to him calmly in his own familiar voice.

“DON’T tell me to chill!! What the fuck is this?! Where’s Terry, I—..”

Realization suddenly dawned on Cam. There’s a reason he hadn’t heard a stir from Terry’s room during all this commotion. Terry wasn’t in his room, Terry was here. Wearing his underwear, his hand wrapped around his dick, sporting his likeness. Looking damn good, too.

“… Terry?”

Terry just shrugged with Cam’s meaty shoulders as he shimmied the underpants back up his huge thighs and under his cute, round ass.

“Dude.. Explain.” Cam was putting his foot down. He wouldn’t let this shit go undressed, I mean unaddressed. Shit, it was strange seeing himself from another perspective, but it was stranger to feel a… certain type of way about it.

“Okay….” Terry began standing up, his still-hard cock making Cam’s underwear tent obscenely. He looked down and noticed that Cam was sporting his own throbbing hard-on, pressed tightly against his form fitting jeans. “Well, I mean, I could explain, but is that what you really want?”

“The fuck you mean, man?” Cam was putting on a tough, defensive demeanor, but his resistance was growing weaker by the second, watching himself and his rippling bod walk towards him. Terry knew he had to go all the way with this so it wouldn’t continue to be such an awkward interaction. This could become a good thing, and he knew exactly what to do.

“I mean this,” Terry reached down and cupped Cam’s—the real Cam’s—package, squeezing his swelling member slightly. “I mean, when it boils down to it, it’s just a matter of you leaving around your dirty clothes and me taking advantage of it. Is that so wrong?” Terry licked up Cam’s neck and ran a hand up under his shirt to feel his cobblestone abs and squeeze his pillowy pecs.

He tried to say something, but words failed him. Cam was rigid in more ways than one. His body was frozen in place, he had no idea what to do. His cock was rock hard, but his mind kept racing, knowing that this was his string bean, nerdy roommate Terry underneath, but completely unable to resist his own touch.

“Come on, Cam, just give into it,” Terry pressured as he reached behind and squeezed Cam’s juicy ass while grinding his hips against Cam’s, feeling their turgid cocks collide again and again. Terry sucked on his earlobe, like they both knew Cam liked, and whispered, “It’s not gay if you’re fucking and sucking yourself, right bro?”

That was it for Cam. He gave up his resistance and let out a heavy exhale, leaning in and planting his mouth on his own, swapping tongues—his tongues—with Terry. Terry was going to work unbuckling Cam’s belt, tossing it aside, and kneeled to pull Cam’s jeans and underwear down. As his pants were being removed, Cam unbuttoned his shirt, surprisingly not wearing any kind of undershirt, and tossed it on the couch. Cam’s cock sprung free of its confined and bobbed stiffly in the air, hitting the back of Terry’s head—his head—as he sat back up. Terry looked up grinning, shaking his head around from side to side to let Cam’s cock slap against his own face a few times, taking webby trails of pre with it each time. Cam was enraptured by watching himself, his own body, fawn over his meat and his muscles like this.

Terry opened his mouth wide and plunged Cam’s meat all the way down his throat, licking, sucking, and bobbing his head up and down without so much as a single gag. Terry had a well-trained gag reflex, but part of it was Cam’s natural nearly absent lack of a gag reflexes. If he weren’t so hopelessly hetero, Cam would have been a blow job king.

Terry dislodged with a sucking *pop* and continued pumping his roommate’s cock with his hand, “Damn, dude, we taste so fucking good,” he licked the head like a lollipop, savoring the taste of his pre, and continued blowing Cam.

Cam looked down at Terry as he began lustfully worshipping his lower body, squeezing his thighs and calf muscles and reaching around to take huge, squeezing handfuls of Cam’s ass cheeks. Terry tugged at and played with Cam’s swinging nut sack, further heightening Cam’s experience, and made sure to make loud, exaggerated sucking and slurping sounds as he pleasured Cam’s shaft.

“I wanna fuck you,” Cam panted, running his hands through Terry’s hair—his hair—and doing his best not to cum. “Please, bro, let me fuck you.”

“With pleasure, man,” Terry answered back with a smile in Cam’s voice.

Cam reached down and scooped his two hands under his copy’s pits and began lifting, his own heaviness surprising him. Terry reciprocated by putting his arms around the back of Cam’s neck and bouncing off the floor, wrapping his legs around Cam’s lower torso. Cam grunted as he held his own weight against his nude body, but Terry leaned in and continued passionately making out with him, grinding his own rigid, albeit still clothed, cock against Cam’s abs while Cam’s cock slid between Terry’s cheeks like a hotdog between buns.

When they arrived in Cam’s room, Cam dropped Terry onto the bed with his full weight. Terry grinning and lowered the underwear slightly down his thighs. Cam grabbed onto the underwear and started to pull them off completely. Before they reached past Terry’s knees, Terry spoke up in a panic.

“Woah woah woah, wait! I think you’re more interested in fucking yourself, not your roommate, right?”

Cam, panting from carrying himself through the apartment, thought for a second and nodded eagerly.

“Then these stay on, big boy,” Terry winked seductively at Cam, and Cam grinned back. “Lift my legs over your shoulder, stud.”

Cam obliged, lifting his own meaty legs up so his feet hung over his shoulder and his thighs, along with his stretched pair of underwear, rested against his chest and torso. He spread his own cheeks and got a good look at his own asshole for probably the first time in his life. Terry started tugging at his balls and cock with both hands, grinning at Cam, inviting him into his hole. Cam smirked back and guided his pre-slick head towards his hole and plunged it in.

Terry and Cam both gasped, “Aww fuck, you’re so tight,” at the same time, sharing orgasmic looks with one another. Cam and Terry both bit his bottom lips as Cam proceeded to feed the rest of his cock inside of his own hole.

He started thrusting slowly but picked up the pace once he could tell that Terry was used to his size. This was his first time fucking a man—even though the man was himself—but he was still a courteous lover. Terry was moaning and vocalizing in ecstasy as his guts continued to be rearranged by his stud roommate, a fantasy he didn’t think he’d ever play out. Cam was grunting and gasping in similar throes of ecstasy, never imagining that pounding a man’s ass, his own ass, could feel this good. He could feel the combined strength and power between the two of them—himself a virile stud and being of stunning athletic prowess, and this exact clone of himself. He felt more powerful, more turned on, and more sexually satisfied than he felt in a long time. Terry could sense the confidence, thrill, and excitement building in Cam and reciprocated by thrusting his hips against Cam as Cam bucked in and out, intensifying the experience.

“I’m close,” Cam whispered between pants with his eyes squeezed shut, sweat pouring down his face and body.

“Finish inside me. Inside you, bro. Pump yourself full of your own jizz, man,” Terry answered back in a strained voice between grunts and gasps of air.

That was all the encouragement Cam needed. Almost as soon as Terry finished talking, the flood gates broke and Cam unloaded several massive spurts of spunk into his own ass. Terry could feel the hot pumps filling his guts up inside of him and groaned through the feeling. After several wet, pulsating slaps against his own cheeks, Cam finally finished pumping huge volumes of cum into his own hole, dislodging wetly and seeing slow drips of it coming out of his widened hole after dislodging.

Terry leaned up to wrap his hands around the back of and brought him down in a kiss, continuing to grind his hard cock against Cam’s upper body. They sucked face for a moment, but Terry could feel himself also getting close.

“Fuck, ugh, you gotta taste this, bro, believe me, you gotta,” Terry grunted between gasps as he started pushing Cam’s head down to his cock. Cam panicked but felt like he ought to oblige, and wrapped his mouth around the red, throbbing shaft of his own cock, tasting his own meat for the first time. Terry had his hands around Cam’s head and started thrusting against it, skullfucking his roommate and unloading down his throat. Cam started to choke but swallowed what he could, surprised at himself and what he was doing but also surprised at how easy and natural it felt. Terry finished unloading into Cam and felt his head lift off his cock with a slurp. He looked up and saw Cam’s face, his mouth still bulging with cum. He coughed once, getting the jizz out of the back of his throat, but continued to slowly swallow all that was in his mouth.

Terry leaned forward and planted his mouth against Cam’s, welcoming the flood of jizz into his mouth as the two swapped the fluids of the same body. Soon, each of them had a fair share and swallowed the rest before continuing to make out. This was the most thrilling experience either of them had gone through in their entire lives.

Terry looked up at Cam’s clock, “You’re late for practice, bro,” he said with a grin to Cam.

“Fuck it,” Cam said between pants, “Lets just lay here for a while.”

They laid back on the bed, Cam wrapping his arms and leg over Terry’s body, Terry facing the opposite wall. The two copies of the same body spooned together for a long time until Cam finally drifted off to sleep, spent and ready for a nap.

After some time, Terry shimmied out from under Cam and went to his room, allowing Cam to sleep some more.

———

Cam was awakened by the sound of his phone going off several times. He looked and saw that he had multiple texts and missed calls from his teammates and his coach.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he got out of bed, not even thinking about how Terry was no longer there, throwing clothes on haphazardly.

He bursted out into the shared living room and saw Terry on the couch playing World of Warcraft on his computer. Not the Cam-Terry, but just Terry, his usual nerdy thin as a rail roommate.

Terry acknowledged Cam with a single glance and continued back to his game, “Hey man, don’t you have practice? I could hear your phone going off.”

He didn’t say it with any inflection or with any knowing in his voice, as though they hadn’t fucked like animals earlier. Was it a dream? Did Cam just really oversleep and dream all of this? He wasn’t going to say anything about it, that was for sure. Didn’t want to panic Terry if it was all a dream.

“Uh.. Uhm, yeah, I’m late. See you later.” Cam said without any emotion. He grabbed his keys and sprinted out the front door of their apartment.

———

Cam came home very late from practice, dusk already setting, filthy and sweaty from the extra-extra work his coach had him put in for being so late. What a weird ass day. First that strange dream, then sleeping through his alarm clocks, then slogging through practice with blue balls and a weird but incredible fantasy on his mind. The day had felt like a blur. He was excited to just get something to eat and go straight to bed.

He reached his arm behind him and pressed the button on the key fob, locking his truck and lazily sauntered up to his unit. He arrived at the front door to his apartment and fiddled with his keys a moment, trying to find the one to the door. He found the key, but before he could fit it into the door, it swung open from inside.

Standing at the entrance was himself, only wearing just a towel and a pair of his own socks, ones he had worn yesterday. His cock was rigid and pointing straight at him, bobbing slightly in the air. Cam’s heart dropped. It wasn’t a dream! This had actually happened!

“Hey man,” Terry leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on Cam’s cheek as Cam slowly began to smile. “I bet you’re hungry, so I ordered us a pizza, should be here in like 15.”

“Sounds great,” Cam said with a grin as he leaned in to return the kiss, only this time on his own pillowy lips. He reached up and teased one of his own nipples. Terry smirked and bounced both of his pecs for Cam, which Cam giggled and did the same for Terry.

“Before that pizza comes,” Terry said, hooking a thumb behind the waistbands of Cam’s shorts and underwear. Cam grinned, realizing what was coming. “How about we both enjoy an appetizer.” Terry tugged at the loose fold of his towel and let it drop to the floor, now standing in the nude with his rigid cock bobbing up and down at Cam.

Cam grinned and wrapped an arm around Terry’s waist, planting a kiss, while Terry pulled him down onto the ground. Standing over Cam, Terry grinned and turned around so his ass was facing Cam on the floor. He lowered himself down on top of Cam and leaned forward, putting his head between Cam’s legs and welcoming his fat cock into his mouth. Cam let out a shuddering breath and reciprocated, leaning forward to welcome Terry’s—his own—fat cock into his mouth.

They remained there on the ground of their apartment, moaning and grunting noisily, passionately 69’ing one another.

Cam hasn’t expected any of this when he woke up that morning, but he was more than welcoming of an opportunity to come home every day to fuck and suck himself to his heart’s content.

The bond between Cam and Terry continued further beyond college life as they decided to live as flatmate in LA. The red-haired Terry is currently working as part of a game developer team while the still-masculine Cam has been trying to break LA celeb scene with gigs all across California

Cooped up in their flat most of the time due to the pandemic, Terry rarely posed as Cam because he felt awkward to change in front of Cam still. Most of the time, he only turned into Cam’s perfect copy when Cam begged him to and usually Cam followed up his begging by going out for a while, be it grocery, some jog around the neighborhood or some other lame excuses just to give Terry some window to put on his clothing and “surprised” him. But beyond sex, Terry never spent time in Cam’s skin like he used to as he quickly changed back into his lanky form as soon as the whole fucking is over.

As the pandemic shown no sign of stopping anytime soon per mid 2020, Cam eventually landed gigs after gigs that forced him to travel and Terry happily used that as an entry to pose as Cam a little bit more often. Cam didn’t have a say in it as he has no idea when and for what reason Terry changed into him. Terry did give him his word that he wouldn’t put Cam’s image in trouble but when you have a roommate that can easily change into your perfect copy, some insecurities should be considered normal

As 2021 fashion season already started, Cam traveled quite intensely. Meanwhile, Terry’s company still enforced work-from-home policy unless for the very essential team and since Terry’s work could be finished remotely, he still spent most of his day inside his apartment, only in different form. He even turn into Cam as part of his “ritual” everytime he left his apartment, be it for something as mundane as just grabbing some groceries to the extent of having sex in a bar’s bathroom and brought to some hotel by the person he fucked.

But today, he upped his game as he received an invitation to attend one of the football jock wedding. Both Cam and Terry got the invitation but with Cam in New York, Terry has no interest to attend the wedding only as some colleague. He wanna be the groom’s closer friend and showing up as Cam is the best selection for that to happen

So, as he checks himself in the mirror, now looking just like the real Cam, he gives himself some times to admire his body before putting on his three-piece

Terry then checks his phone and observed the last interaction the real Cam made with the groom and some other jocks. Cam got no clue that Terry has cloned his phone and Terry even took the liberty to block or redirect some messages and calls directed to his handsome jock of a roommate.

For this wedding, Terry decided to mostly follow Cam’s schedule. So when Cam said he couldn’t make it to the bachelor party, he let it go. But Terry didn’t let the message stating that Cam couldn’t attend the wedding delivered and he even justified his action because “a good friend wouldn’t miss his friend’s wedding,” he claimed in his mind. Then, he grabs another phone and his finger hovers to another app and it shows a red-haired man in his early 20 tied and gagged to a chair in what could be assumed as an underground facility with minimal lighting. A rather bright light appeared on the top left side of the screen and there’s clearly a figure descending from the stairs. That figure then appeared right in front of the camera just seconds later with what seemed to be a tray of food. The towering figure open the mouth gag of the red-haired man and shove the food down to the throat of the sobbing man. Well, enough checking for the day, now it’s time to hit that wedding party.

Have this 2 GIF trapped in developmental hell of my story drafts and @transformhim post presented me with a chance to use it accordingly.

“…….and ever since that day, the operation of the distilleries that created this masterpiece has been under my family’s supervision, and I’m proud to share its taste with all of you in my very special day,”

Little did the guests realized, the whisky concoction has been tainted with extraterrestrial sentient that wouldn’t hesitate to take control of its host body. Some of them would end up incompatible and resulted in the host instaneous death (and their dead, as the merging process caused them to be dependent on the host physique), but it’s the risk already accepted by the sentient in the past as they escaped from their planet for safety despite the precarious journey that await them. So, even if only 5 or 10 of the host survived and thrived out of 250 guests, so be it. Such little amount is better than nothing or trapped in a mixture of malted barley, and after all, with the heir of the distilleries already under the control of the sentient pack leader, it’s not like they cannot try for more mass takeover

Casey, upon receiving the video sent by his now-hot-and-tatted-boyfriend as a response to his roleplay session smirked gloriously. Pete is very apprehensive about the whole Chronivac shenanigan despite seeing the effect it caused to Casey with his own eyes. All the saying about the possibility of losing his intelligence or passion for digital economy, or even forgetting his family altogether, are just only a handful remarks he made in order to not use Chronivac. Pete even went as far as accusing Casey to not love him anymore because Casey clearly wanted Pete to be something more and something different than his current look. But, when a reality-manipulating tool exist right under your thumb, why waste it and settle for average when you can make dream come true?

Well, might as well made him unaware about its existence and just maxed on the vanity and narcissism scale of the Chronivac, he thought a couple weeks ago. But to avoid Pete ended up like Narcissus or douchebag with no couple because he loved himself too much, Casey mitigated that by adding several description to make him a very loyal boyfriend to him

Now, he’s just a vain prick with physique and stamina to die for who solely love Casey.

I wanna be a bottom to and get fucked by an alpha who will make me do anything that they wanted either willingly or unwillingly

“This is the only thing that will get into that hole of yours, cunt. Our dick is just for chicks,”

And they bring you to a secluded part of the city park, spitroasting you and spreading your hole wide with their fingers, and then fists. They then left you after giving you plenty to drink from their warm yellow piss, that’s when a teenager comes to approach you

“I see them fuck the shit out of ya. Well, now it’s my turn,”

And he slides that trainers to reveal a raging 9 inches uncut cock, ready to plow your hole. He quickly make his way to shove that cock to your still gaping hole, hollering loudly as if he gives no shit that it’s a park in the middle of the city. His loud voice and your whimpering attract another park-goers who become curious what kind of obscenity happened in the back of the bush and how they can get involve with it too

Life of a bottom cunt certainly filled with lots of fucks, huh?

Mr. Ross noticed the 4 nerds in his classroom conveniently missing and the jocks looking a little bit too smug. But he decided that it’s better to confront the jocks after the class wrapped first. As the bell rings to sign the end of the session, he stopped the 2 jocks from leaving the class,

“Mr. Hendricks, Mr. Hoyt, I believe we have to talk a little bit,”

The 2 jocks looked at each other with giddiness plastered on their face. Jerry Hoyt, the towering track and field star then said

“If you wanna find your star pupil, well, just check on the bathroom in the East Wing sir,” he said with a smirk

“W-what did you do to them?”

“Well, be our guest and find out for yourself. I can assure you, they are fine,”

“You two are goddamn senior, you know how dangerous for you to fuck your life up just because you cannot control your emotion or desire to bully? This is not over, Mr. Hoyt, Mr. Hendricks. Your fate hangs on the condition of the 4 students,” said the increasingly anxious Mr. Ross as he instantly left the classroom and walk as quickly as possible to the secluded East Wing bathroom, both jocks smiling sinisterly as Hendricks sends a text

But instead of seeing 4 battered or drenched with toilet water nerds, he is in for the surprise of his life as 4 seemingly delinquent boys packed the bathroom corner, sweats packed in their clothes mixed with the wafting aroma from the joint they smoke filled the room

“You must be the fag Hendricks told us about,”

And that word hit him hard as some mysterious wavelength reverberated all across the bathroom that forced him to his knees. His memory started to get assaulted by image that he never seen before but started to get familiar with. The image of him simply begged forgiveness to these 4 students, or other students that seen him as nothing but perverted Physics teacher who willingly obeyed his students order. He also started to feel weaker by the seconds, like something drained him out of energy and even his muscle! Fa(g)culty advisor……that’s his informal title used explicitly not only by his students but also his peer who found no problem using him in the teacher’s lounge like the cheap whore he is. As he snapped back to reality, the 4 students already looming over him with sinister smirk on their face, their cock whipped out from their pants, ready to jackhammer its throat as part of their morning jack-off need before the next class started

Peeking from the slightly left-opened bathroom door, the glitched and now more masculine janitor strut to the teacher’s lounge to solidify the transformation he’s going to bring forward to this school. In less than half an hour, there’s gonna be a new headmaster ruling over this school and maybe in his walk to the teacher’s lounge, he can change some more things according to his twisted wishes