Fighters Paradise
Fighters Paradise
It was another Friday afternoon and Max was on his way to an arcade. He had just turned 23 and had been saving up for a while to buy a special coin. They were quite expensive, but would give him unlimited access to the best games in the arcade for an entire week.
Max walked into the arcade and was disappointed to see it wasn’t as busy as he thought it would be. He made his way to the counter where an girl with dark hair smiled at him from behind the glass.
“Hello there, can I help you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’d like to buy a deluxe coin please,” Max said.
The clerk took his money and gave him the coin before saying, “Enjoy your time here.”
Max then made his way into the main hall where all the arcade machines were. He looked around for a while until he found the game he had come here for. It was called Fighters Paradise and was one of the most popular games in the arcade. It was an interactive boxing game where ridiculously muscular characters would face off each other until one of them was knocked.
Max walked up to the machine and wrapped his around the joystick meant to control the game. He inserted his special coin and as he did the screen turned on. The Fighters Paradise logo was displayed in large letters on the screen. Underneath the logo a question appeared "Do you accept the challenge?". Thinking it might just be some ordinary loading screen he clicked on yes without much thought.
As he did, a bright beam came forth from the screen. As the beam of light touched his body and traveled upwards to his torso his body seemed to be disintegrating. Panicking, he tried letting go of the stick only to realize he couldn't move anything at all.
"Please... someone!" Max called out but no one seemed to be around.
Accepting his fate, he watched as his arms and chest disappeared.
Finally, the beam hit his face and everything turned to black.
---
Max opened his eyes slowly to find himself laying on the sand. He was surrounded by palm trees swaying in the breeze and felt the warm sun beating down from above. Looking around he saw no signs of buildings or any other sign of civilization, just water in every direction as far as the eye could see.
"What the hell?" Max muttered to himself as he stood up and brushed the sand from his clothes. He was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt he had on when he went into the arcade.
Max then noticed that he wasn't alone on the beach. A tall muscular man in boxing shorts was walking towards him, boxing gloves wrapped around his fists.
The man smiled as he approached Max and said, "Welcome to the greatest game of all time."
"What do you mean?" Max asked, confused by what was happening.
He then walked up to Max and wrapped him up in a hug before saying, "You're here now, which means you have accepted the challenge."
"What challenge?"
"To fight against the best of the best in an epic battle to the end," the man said sarcastically with a smile. "I am Tyrone, I used to come from the other side just like you. You can live comfortably in this world, you just have to fight opponents every day unless you want to go crazy."
Max what was was weirder, the fact a boxer was standing in front of him instead of the gym or the fact that he had been pulled into a video game and was just told to fight people to until one was KO'd.
Max looked around at the beautiful scenery before asking, "Me? Fight?"
He looked down at his attire, he was not dressed for the beach much less to fight some random stranger.
"Sorry man but I don't think I'm cut out for this. Can't you just send me back out again?" he pleaded with the man
"No can do. It's a one way street." he replied with an empathetic smile.
"But I'm not a fighter!"
"Not yet, is what you mean to say. It won't affect you yet but soon you will be craving combat," he says, "don't worry I'll train you"
Tyrone led Max down to the beach and around a large rock that was at the edge of the water. Behind the rock was a small shack with a boxing ring set up outside it.
"This is where we'll be training," Tyrone said as he opened the door to let Max inside. The gym was nothing special, just an old shed with a few punching bags and some weights.
Max looked around the gym in surprise, "I don't have much experience with boxing."
"That's alright," Tyrone said, "I'll teach you everything you need to know."
He then walked over to a punching bag and hit it with a powerful uppercut. Max was amazed at how hard the man hit the bag, causing it to fly back and hit the wall behind it.
"First things first, let's get some basic punches down," Tyrone said before grabbing two gloves from a shelf. "Here, put these on."
Max took the gloves from Tyrone and put them on. He then watched as Tyrone set up the punching bag so it was hanging at the perfect height for them to use.
"Okay, watch me and copy me," Tyrone said before throwing a jab.
Max followed through with his own jab after watching Tyrone. Tyrone then demonstrated a right hook before having Max throw one as well. After practicing both punches a few times, they moved on to combinations.
"Let's try a simple 1-2 combo," Tyrone said, throwing a jab followed by a right hand. "Copy me."
Max threw the same punch combination after Tyrone and watched as he smiled in approval. They continued practicing punches for a while until Tyrone finally said, "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's move on to something else."
"What next?" Max asked, taking off his gloves and hanging them up on a shelf.
"Let's get some footwork down," Tyrone replied before leading Max out of the gym. "We'll be using the boxing ring outside for this."
Max followed Tyrone out into the backyard where they both stepped into the boxing ring that had been set up there.
"Okay, I want you to move around the ring and pretend you're throwing punches," Tyrone instructed. "Keep your hands up in a defensive position when you're not throwing them."
Max did as he was told, moving around the ring and throwing imaginary punches. After watching him for a moment, Tyrone said, "Your footwork is pretty good already. We just need to work on your balance a little bit."
He then stepped into the ring with Max and had him practice his footwork while he lightly touched him to see how well balanced he was.
"You're doing great," Tyrone said after a few minutes of this. "Alright, let's take it up a notch now."
He then started throwing some light punches at Max to see how well he would dodge them. Max quickly found himself dodging the punches left and right, feeling like he was in an actual fight.
After a while of this, Tyrone finally said, "Okay, that's enough for today."
Max stepped out of the ring, exhausted from all the practice they had done. He was amazed at how well he was doing considering he had never boxed before. He looked over at Tyrone who was watching him with a smile.
"You're a natural," Tyrone said before walking up to Max and patting him on the back. "I'm proud of you."
Max smiled at the compliment, feeling like he had finally earned it after all the hard work he had put in.
"Thanks man," he said to Tyrone. "I really appreciate it."
"No problem," Tyrone replied before walking over to the gym door. "Let's come back tomorrow and we'll keep practicing. I have a feeling you're going to be a force to reckon with in no time."
Max nodded and said, "Sounds good. I can't wait to get better."
As Tyrone closed up the gym he led Max to his villa that was situated close to the beach as well.
"Wow" Max thought to himself amazed by the view and the luxurious building that Tyrone lived in.
"If you're spending a long time here, might as well make it comfortable right?" Tyrone started saying as he led Max through all the different rooms of his house.
"This will be your room, I'll see you in the morning"
Exhausted and overwhelmed by the crazy things that had taken place in what felt like less than a couple hours, he fell asleep in mere minutes.
---
Max awoke with a start, feeling like he had just had the most bizarre dream. It took him a moment to realize that he was actually in a strange dream right now. He looked around the room he was in, noticing that it was much nicer than the one he had been staying in before.
"What the hell?" Max muttered to himself as he got out of bed. He walked over to the window and gazed outside, seeing an amazing view of the ocean.
It was then that he remembered what had happened yesterday, how he had been pulled into a video game world and forced to fight people for Tyrone's entertainment. The thought made him feel anxious, like there was something he should be doing but couldn't quite remember what it was.
Max decided to head down to the kitchen in Tyrone's villa to see if he could find something to eat. As he walked through the hallway he noticed a few pictures on the wall that showed Tyrone with other people. One of them was a man who looked muscular but also very stylish, wearing a suit and smiling for the camera.
Max stopped in front of this picture, feeling like he recognized the man but couldn't quite remember from where. He shook his head and continued on to the kitchen.
When Max entered the kitchen he was greeted by Tyrone who was cooking some eggs and bacon. "Good morning," Tyrone said, "I hope you're feeling rested after yesterday."
Max nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Tyrone finish up breakfast as he thought about what had happened the day before.
It was weird how he could remember being in a boring arcade waiting for his turn to play some stupid game, but couldn't recall anything after that. Had they drugged him or something? It was just a theory, but it was the only thing that made sense at this point.
"Here you go," Tyrone said, placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Max. "Eat up."
Max started to eat his breakfast, doing his best not to think about the weird day he had had. He was interrupted when Tyrone asked him how he was feeling.
"Anxious," Max replied truthfully, "Like there's something I should be doing but don't know what it is."
Tyrone nodded and said, "It's probably just the curse of being stuck in this video game world. The only thing that helps is to fight."
"Ah," Max sighed in a defeated tone, "so you really weren't kididing about that"
"Nope. The only thing that really helps is to well, fight..." he replied with an empathetic smile.
"Let's get you some clothes and head to the gym, that should help already" Tyrone suggested, already moving towards another room of the large villa.
Max was lead into Tyrone's bedroom which was somehow even more luxurious than the other rooms in the villa.
Tyrone opened yet another door connected to his bedroom which looked to be a walk-in closet lined with boxing clothes and stylish floral shirts.
"Pick something you like and we'll head to the gym, okay?" Tryone said, already grabbing a a nice pair of red shorts.
"See anything you like?" he asked Max who looked like a kid in front of a candy aisle overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choice.
"Uh,"
"Here, just take this" he said handing the pair of red shorts to Max.
"Thanks... Where can I change?"
"What do you mean? Just change here, we're both men right?" Tyrone replied
"Let's get you out of that old t-shirt"
Before Max even had a chance to respond Tyrone came up to him and ripped apart his shirt in one motion.
"We won't be needing that for much long"
Shocked by Tyrone's assertiveness he responded by covering his flat albeit a little pudgy chest with his hands.
Max did not realize his mistake as this gave Tyrone the perfect opportunity to pull down Max's jeans and underwear as well.
"Don't be ashamed man, you've got a nice body" he complimented.
This comment made Max flustered and blushed red harder than he ever had before.
What Tyrone said next however would send Max over the moon.
"If you'll do well today I'll even reward you" he said with a suggestive wink as cupped Max's balls with his hand.
Many emotions rushed through Max's mind: excitement, anxiety, lust.
"Come on Max, we haven't got all day" Tyrone told him, already set on heading to the gym to start their second session.
---
Max and Tyrone have their second training at the small shack again. Max turns out to be a natural at boxing and is improving at an incredible pace. Tyrone decides to do a little sparing with some light punches. Every punch he deals/receives seems to scratch his itch. After the training Max could also swear that his stomach looked a little less pudgy and more far more toned than it ever had been
Max followed Tyrone out of the villa and down to the gym where they had trained yesterday. He was still feeling embarrassed about what had happened in Tyrone's bedroom, but he tried to push those thoughts aside for now.
"Alright," Tyrone said as they stepped into the small shack that served as a boxing gym, "let's get started."
Max nodded and went to put on his gloves while Tyrone set up the punching bag. He had been getting better at landing his punches since yesterday, but there was still room for improvement.
"Remember to keep your guard up," Tyrone said as he finished setting things up. "You never know when I might throw a surprise punch."
Max nodded and assumed a fighting stance, readying himself for the training session ahead. He felt more confident than he had yesterday, but was still wary of Tyrone's skill.
The training started off well, with Max landing several good punches on the bag. Tyrone complimented him on his progress and said that he was getting better at reading his opponent. This made Max feel even more confident as they continued to practice.
After a while, Tyrone suggested that they try some sparring. He promised to go easy on Max, saying that it would help him get used to fighting another person instead of just a bag. Max agreed and they stepped into the ring, starting to throw some light punches at each other.
It felt weird to be hitting Tyrone instead of a sand bag. But they both kept their punches light and tried to focus on improving their technique. As they continued to spar, Max found that every time he landed a punch on Tyrone, it was like scratching that figurative itch deep inside him. It made him want to land more punches, it as almost addictive.
On the other side of things, Tyrone felt a similar itch being scratched when he blocked Max's punches or landed one of his own.
Max started to understand how the curse worked and how fighting was so important in this world.
After a few rounds of sparring, they both were feeling exhausted. Tyrone suggested that they take a break and have some water before heading back into the gym for more training. Max nodded in agreement and they both stepped out of the ring to catch their breath.
As they drank some water, Max couldn't help but notice that his stomach looked less pudgy than it had earlier. He didn't know if it was just his imagination or if all the exercise he had been getting was actually paying off. Tyrone noticed him staring at his own body and smirked.
"What is it?" he asked. "Noticing how much more toned you're getting?"
Max blushed, not sure how to respond. He hadn't meant to be staring at himself, but he couldn't help feeling proud of all the progress he had made in such a short amount of time.
"I guess so," he admitted truthfully.
Tyrone clapped him on the back and said, "Then let's keep up the good work! We'll have you looking like a lean mean fighting machine in no time."
Max smiled back at Tyrone and felt his heart race as he thought about all the changes that might come with more training. They both finished their water and headed back into the gym to continue practicing until it was too dark to see.
---
As they walked back to the villa, Max couldn't help but feel anxious about what was going to happen next. He didn't know how much of it was the curse giving him pleasurable feelings, and how much of it was his own desire to have sex with Tyrone. But he knew that he wanted Tyrone, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
He stayed silent as he entered the villa and followed Tyrone into the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes," Tyrone ordered. "I want to see you naked."
Max did as he was told, feeling a little humiliated to be stripping in front of Tyrone. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting some release for his raging hardon. He stood there awkwardly, his cock throbbing painfully as Tyrone looked him up and down with hungry eyes.
"Get on the bed," Tyrone commanded. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
Max climbed onto the big soft bed, feeling like a rag doll in Tyrone's strong hands. He spread his legs wide open for Tyrone, inviting him to take what he wanted. Tyrone smiled and then kissed Max deeply, his tongue exploring his mouth as his hands gripped Max's ass cheeks.
Max moaned into Tyrone's mouth, begging him to hurry up and fuck him. He was so horny that he didn't care about the kiss or even about Tyrone's skill; he just wanted to cum.
Tyrone positioned himself between Max's legs and spit on his cock before wrapping his hand around it. He started to stroke Max slowly, making him writhe in frustration. Then he suddenly pressed his cock against Max's tight hole and pushed forward without warning.
Max cried out as he felt Tyrone's thick cock stretching him open. It hurt a little at first, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of having Tyrone inside him. He reached down and started to stroke himself while Tyrone began to fuck him for all he was worth.
The bed creaked loudly as Tyrone pounded into Max's ass. His big hands gripped Max's hips tightly, holding him in place as he thrust over and over again. Each time Tyrone bottomed out inside of him, Max felt like his insides were being rearranged. It was a little painful but it also felt so good.
Tyrone's grunts filled the bedroom as he got closer and closer to cumming. He began to fuck Max harder and faster, making him cry out louder and louder. Then Tyrone's cock twitched inside of him and he felt hot cum filling his ass.
"Fuck yes," Tyrone groaned, holding still for a moment as he emptied his balls into Max. "You're such a good fuck."
Max was too busy recovering from his own orgasm to reply. He could feel Tyrone's hot cum leaking out of his ass as he lay on the bed panting. He felt completely empty and satisfied after finally having sex with Tyrone.
After a few moments, Tyrone rolled off of Max and got up to get dressed. He smiled down at Max as he put on his clothes. "That was fun," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Max nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intense fuck he had just received. Tyrone laid down next to Max, panting heavily. Max turned to the side, resting his head on Tyrone's sweaty chest and quickly drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.
---
The next morning he woke up to sounds of running water and the sight of Tyrone no longer next to him on the bed.
As Max walked into the bathroom, he saw that Tyrone was already there, standing naked in front of the sink. He was brushing his teeth and didn't notice Max enter. Max felt a little thrill at catching Tyrone in such a private moment. He moved closer to Tyrone, watching him as he brushed his teeth.
"Hey," Tyrone said, spitting into the sink after finishing with the toothpaste.
He turned around to see Max standing behind him. He smiled when he saw that Max was still naked from their night together.
"Good morning," Max said, moving closer to Tyrone until their bodies were pressed against each other. He reached around and began to stroke Tyrone's cock through his wet hair.
Tyrone groaned softly as Max's hand moved up and down his shaft. "What do you want this morning?" he asked huskily.
"I just wanted to wake you up properly," Max replied, leaning in to kiss Tyrone's neck. He continued to stroke Tyrone's hardening cock while kissing and licking his neck and chest.
Tyrone reached down to grab the shampoo from the shower cabin, but Max grabbed his hand before he could reach it. "I don't think you need any shampoo," Max said with a mischievous grin. He began to suck on Tyrone's hard nipples, making him groan even louder.
"Fuck... I need a shower," Tyrone panted. He stepped back from Max and turned around to face the shower cabin. "Join me."
Max followed Tyrone into the large shower cabin. It was steamy from the hot water that was falling from the shower head. Tyrone had already lathered up his body, making it slick and shiny. He leaned against the wall of the shower, waiting for Max to join him.
Max stepped closer to Tyrone, pressing his naked body against his. He reached down and began to stroke Tyrone's hard cock, feeling its hot length in his hand.
"Mmm... That feels good," Tyrone groaned.
Max leaned up and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together in their mouths. As they made out, Max continued to stroke Tyrone's cock until it was throbbing in his hand.
After a few minutes of making out, Max knelt down in front of Tyrone. He took his cock into his mouth and began to suck on it, gently at first but then with increasing intensity. He used one hand to stroke the base of Tyrone's cock while he sucked on the tip.
"Oh fuck... That feels so good," Tyrone moaned. He put his hands on Max's head, guiding him as he bobbed up and down on his cock.
Max could feel Tyrone's hot cum beginning to flow into his mouth. He sucked harder, trying to coax as much of it out of Tyrone as possible. When Tyrone finally came, he groaned loudly while Max gulped down his load.
After Tyrone had finished cumming, Max stood up and kissed him again. They continued to make out for a few more minutes before Max stepped back to rinse off. He felt refreshed and ready for another day of training after the steamy shower session with Tyrone.
As they stepped out of the bathroom, Tyrone noticed that their clothes were neatly folded on the bed. He smiled at Max and said, "I guess you're ready to go then?"
Max nodded, feeling a little sad to be leaving so soon after such an intimate moment in the shower. He followed Tyrone out of the villa and they headed to the gym for another day of training.
---
For the next week, Max spent most of his time at the gym being trained by Tyrone. He had never been in such good shape before and was enjoying the feeling of his muscles growing and becoming stronger.
Tyrone complimented him on his progress every day, telling him that he was making fast improvements. He said that with a few more weeks of training, Max would be ready to do his first real battle.
Max was excited at the prospect of finally fighting and the immense pleasure it would bring him.
"Fuck babe, you look so hot now." Tyrone said, looking at Max with hungry eyes.
"You remember when you first came here?" he started, "look at you know" he continued.
Tyrone grabbed onto Max's arms who flexed them in response.
"Like what you see?" Max said with a cocky smirk
"I do" Tyrone replied as he groped Max's pecs.
"Don't be shy" Max egged him on as he lead Tyrone's hands down into his boxing shorts.
"Show me how much you like my body"
Tyrone smiled and pushed Max down onto his bed.
"Fuck babe, you're so-"
"Ssh..." Tyrone signaled, sealing Max's mouth with his lips as he passionately kissed him.
Max moaned into Tyrone's mouth as their tongues danced together in each other's mouths. He felt like he was melting under Tyrone's touch.
As they made out on the bed, Tyrone began to kiss his way down Max's body, moving from his mouth, to his chest, and then lower to his stomach. He kissed all over Max's body, leaving him feeling hot and wanting more.
When Tyrone reached Max's boxing shorts, he undid the button and pulled them down along with his underwear. His hard cock sprang up, bobbing in the air as Tyrone stared at it hungrily.
"You're so fucking hot," Tyrone said, before positioning his ass, ready to take Max's cock.
He slowly lowered himself down onto Max's cock, feeling it slide into his tight hole. He groaned in pleasure as he took more and more of Max's huge cock inside of him. When he finally bottomed out, he sat there for a moment, enjoying the fullness that came from being filled up completely.
Then he started to ride Max, bouncing up and down on his cock. He reached down and began to stroke his own dick as he fucked Max.
Max felt like he was in heaven. Tyrone's tight ass felt amazing as it slid up and down his cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming each time Tyrone took his entire length inside of him.
"Fuck babe, you're so tight," Max groaned.
Tyrone smiled at Max, his eyes filled with desire and lust. He began to fuck him even faster, moving his ass up and down quickly on Max's cock.
Max reached up and grabbed Tyrone's hair, pulling him close to him so that they were chest-to-chest. He kissed him passionately, their tongues tangling together in a hot embrace.
Tyrone moaned into Max's mouth as he continued to fuck his cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming.
Suddenly, Tyrone's eyes widened and he let out a long groan as he came on Max's chest. His ass tightened around Max's cock, milking it until he finally came too.
"Fuck babe," Max said, panting heavily after his own orgasm had subsided. "That was amazing."
---
Max woke up with a groan, feeling like he had just had the best dream ever. As he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn't a dream after all. Tyrone was still naked and lying next to him on the bed. He smiled at Max as if to say "thank you" for last night before getting up to get dressed.
Max looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing his red shorts again. It felt weird to be wearing them after all this time in Tyrone's villa, but it was a sign that he was ready to fight his first real opponent.
"Hey babe," Tyrone said, coming back over to the bed after getting dressed. "You ready for your first battle?"
Max nodded, feeling a little nervous but mostly excited. He had been training hard for this day and was now just one step away of becoming a full-fledged fighter.
"Let's go"
---
Max and Tyrone arrived at the arena, which was packed with people cheering for the upcoming fight. Max felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him as he stepped into the ring, looking at his opponent.
His opponent was a muscular guy in a leather chest piece and a loincloth. He had scars on his face and arms, making him look like a true warrior.
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Max taunted, feeling confident that he could win the fight.
The opponent grinned at Max, then nodded to signal that he was ready to start. The bell rang and the two of them began to circle the ring, sizing each other up.
Max saw an opening in his opponent's defenses and lunged forward with a flying tackle. He hit his opponent square in the chest and sent him flying back into the ropes. His world stood still as an immense wave of pleasure hit Max. He had gotten used to the effects of the curse when sparring but this was the first time experiencing the real deal.
Time continued as the crowd cheered loudly as Max stood valiantly over his downed opponent.
"What a great first round," Tyrone said, slapping Max on the back. "You've got this, babe."
Max grinned at Tyrone, feeling like a million bucks. He turned to face his opponent again and saw him getting up and ready to fight once more.
"Ready for round two?" Max asked, looking even more smug now.
The opponent lunged forward with an uppercut, but Max ducked under the attack. He then kicked his opponent in the thighs, sending him to the ground. The crowd cheered again as Max stood over his defeated opponent.
"And the winner is... MAX!" the announcer declared, raising Max's hand into the air.
Max felt like a million bucks as he basked in the cheers of the crowd. He had won his first fight and was on his way to becoming a true experienced fighter.
"So, what's next?" Max asked, eagerly looking forward to the next round of battles; to the next wave of pleasure.
Tyrone smiled at Max, "I know first-hand the pleasure of a first real battle but you've got take a break for today and enjoy your victory. Tomorrow will find someone else again to battle, for now let's take a break."
"I know something else we could do for the rest of the day" Tyrone said.
Max didn't even have to ask what he meant. A tent had already started forming in his shorts long before he had a chance to finish his session.
What would happen next is another yet another round, though this time in a different place and different setting.
---
Max had lost count of how long he had been living in this new world. He was enjoying his time here with his boyfriend Tyrone. They both spent most of their days either fighting, fucking or training for the next fight.
Max had recently started his first week in the arena and it had gone well. He had won every fight and got a lot of points. The second week wasn't as lucky. Max had lost half his fights which meant he had to wait another two weeks before he could challenge for the top spot again.
During those two weeks, Max and Tyrone spent their time either fucking or training hard in the gym. When they weren't doing one of those two things they were relaxing at home, cuddling on the bed naked or watching some TV in the living room. They had gotten into a routine of sorts, which Max enjoyed immensely.
Max couldn't believe that he was now a muscular stud in this new world and with his hot boyfriend to boot. He had been transported here against his will and was practically forced to fight every day but at least he had Tyrone to keep him company.
A lot had happened in a short span of time but he had not lamented it at all. His old life that he had back when he entered the arcade is now gone.
Now he enjoyed a simple life together with his new boyfriend in a world where the only that matters is to fight.
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CALL ME RICK
I had no idea how quickly Richard would take to the mind control. Not to mention how completely invested he was in this new persona.
Richard had been dating my sister for a year or so now. He was a good guy, a model citizen if you will. He was a nice, friendly happy go lucky sort of guy. Not to mention he was very handsome, but was very modest about it. We didn’t talk much but when we did he was always super friendly and tried to get to know me as best as he could. He knew I was gay and had no problem with it, he wasn’t weirded out like some of my sisters ex boyfriends had been. Honestly he was a really stand up guy. The problem was me. I have a serious problem. It’s kind of a strange fetish that I’m into and have always wanted to try on Richard.
Ever since high school I’ve found myself interested in hypnosis. I really enjoy watching a person, preferably and attractive man, go completely under then have their mind and personality altered. The more drastic the alteration usually the more arouse I get. This was why Richard would be the perfect subject, and I think I just found the perfect time for it.
I came to him and my sister about a problem I had. I needed to haul some stuff over from a friends house but they lived about 2 hours away and I needed a truck to do so. Richard offered right away to use his truck, which I knew he would. The. He even offered to come with me as kind of a bonding trip. This was exactly what I wanted to hear I graciously accepted the offer and the next morning we were on our way, just the two of us on the open road.
About an hour of the ways out, I finally brought up the subject of hypnosis. I asked if he’d ever been hypnotized and Richard kind of just laughed. He assumed hypnosis was just a bunch of tricks on tv, and that it couldn’t possibly work. I explained to him how interested I was in the subject, and he suddenly changed his tune. I guess he really wanted us to get along so he even offered if I’d like to try it on him. Everything was going so smoothly. I asked him to pull over so I could drive while I induct him into the trance. I didn’t want him falling asleep behind the wheel. I told him to watch the road as I slowly pulled him deep under control. He had been counting backwards from 20, but he barely made it to 8 before falling completely under. That’s when I started taking apart his personality and then piecing things back together, but piecing them the way I wanted.
I knew exactly what persona I wanted I give Richard the moment I met the guy. I wanted Richard to be the most Texan, masculine, hickish, cowboy he could be. As stereotypically sexy as I wanted. I started manipulating his speech first, making him think of westerns, and how the cowboys he has seen on tv would speak. Giving him a southern drawl. Then his attitude, I wanted him to feel like a proud Texan baron and raised all american cowboy. His ignorant, and rude attitude to be prominent, and his masculinity to be very important to him. I told him he would ease up on shaving, to avoid that clean shaven look he normally wore. I gave him love for hard work, nicotine, alcohol, and last but most importantly me. See, the thing about my hypnosis is that in the end I like to give my subjects an insatiable list for me. Because once they have changed there personality this much, all I want to do is fuck there manipulated brains out.
I pulled out a hat that I snuck into the glove department just for this occasion. I placed it on Richards head and told him that whenever he wore that hat he would become the person that I had been hypnotizing him to become.
He groggily nodded, “Ahuh, becomes that person.. When wearing hat..”
Unfortunately, the induction took longer then I thought and we were almost back home. I didn’t want to see this new persona of his until after he was ready, I gave him a shopping list of things he needed to discretely buy and then we would meet back up in two weeks time. That he would make an excuse to go with me somewhere so my sister wouldn’t get suspicious. He gave me the same groggy nodding as before but I’ve hypnotized enough people to know that I ha gotten through to him, I was getting so excited about this new personality I could barely stand it.
Two weeks of waiting were agony but I knew it would be worth it. I hadn’t seen Richard since then so I wasn’t positive if he’d done what I’d asked or not, but then I got a call from my sister. She told me that Richard was ready to go whenever I was and that I had offered to help him haul some cinderblocks to the dump since he helped me last week, she thanked me for being so helpful and was glad we were getting along so well. She had no idea.
I showed up at the house and when I saw him I could already see he had accomplished one of the things if asked him to do which was his facial hair had grown in. He had a duffle bad in hand with what I assumed was the items I asked him to get on my list. We took off in Richards truck. Richard still acting like himself completely unaware that he was doing all this under hypnosis I had placed on him. I was currently wearing the hat that I had basically infused what would be Richards new personality with. I waited until we were a bit a ways before I started complaining about my hat and how it didn’t fit me. Then I suggested he try it on, at first he just smiled and kindly refused. But I was so persistent and nagging about it, that he finally gave in. He placed the cap on his head and then suddenly his whole body stiffened and the car jeered a little at the sudden change in person. He blinked a few times then pulled the truck over.
“Something wrong Richard?” I asked feigning ignorance.
He looked over at me, his for head wrinkled in a confuse look that wasn’t like Richards normal happy face “You’re goddamn right there is, what kinda pansy ass shit m'I wearin?” He said looking down in disgust at his buttoned down collared polo and khakis.
“Beats me, here why don’t you try these on while I make a quick phone call,” I said handing him the duffle bag dull of the clothes if told Richard to buy. I stepped out of the truck and walked away to call my sister, and tell her that it might be well because were having car troubles. But I told her we had it under control but we might not make it back until late. I didn’t want her getting suspicious while I had my fun.
When I walked back Richard was sitting on the back of the truck completely decked out in his new Southern cowboy attire I made him buy, and was even smoking one of the cigarettes he had packed as well. He looked damn hot I could feel the blood rushing to my cock just looking at him. He took a drag blew out another stream of smoke before noticing me, then spit on the ground before waving me over.
“Hey Richard, feeling more comfortable in those clothes I hope.”
He responded by flipping me off while taking another drag, “Aye fuck you, call me Richard. What kinda bitch name is Richard?”
I laughed a little at how quickly he had become so appalled by his old life that even his name wasn’t manly enough for him anymore.
“My bad Rick. I forgot to mention I am loving the new tattoo.” I said just noticing the tattoo he now had on his right bicep that was visible now thanks to his sleeveless Texan shirt. His eyes glanced down to his new ink and then he smirked at me while flexing his bicep.
“Goddamn right,” he said continuing to flex and show off his new ink, “Got this innkeeper done about a week ago, Karen got all pissed off about when she first saw. She’ll quit her bitching soon though, I think she secretly likes it anyway.”
“I know I do.” I said a little flirtatious this time. I was ready to see how much of this hypnosis had gone through.
His smirk widened as he patted the seat next to him, “C'mere, why don’t ya take a load off?” He said blowing more smoke out of the corner of his mouth. I eagerly did as I was told and plopped down next to him.
“Ya know Karen told me you’re queer.” Was his opening sentence. I just nodded in agreement.
“At first that shit creeped me out, but now I get the feelin like I could get into it.” Then Rick grabbed my my hand guided it onto his crotch and had me grasp his junk through his tight jeans.
I looked over at Rick, and our eyes met. I could still see underneath this Country man bravado he’d been hypnotized to have, he was feeling shy and embarrassed at what he was about to do. He put his cigarette out on one of the cinderblocks then leaned in kissing me roughly.
“Ya better not say shit to your sister about this.” He threatened, but I took him by the back of his head and pulled him in for another quick kiss.
“Don’t worry cowboy, it’ll be our little secret.” I said as I pulled Ricks shirt up over his head admiring his muscles as he flexed and showed them off for me. He unbuckled his pants and then I reached down to pull off one of his board. Slowly removing them one by one and massaging his feet with my tongue, tasting his sweat as Rick started moaning and pulling off his pants completely, then as he stood there butt naked his picked me up carrying me. As I felt myself up against his naked buff torso, my hard cock scraping against his body. He lay me down across the seats in his truck and straddled me.
“Imma ride you’re ass so hard right now, you’re gonna be hollering something fierce.” He said in his sexy southern drawl. As he burrowed his cock deep inside of me, I moaned and shouted only to be muffled by Ricks mouth as he kissed me shutting me up and filling me with more pleasure. After Rick finally released the last of his juices inside of me he hovered over me his sweat trickling down from his muscles body. He wiped some sweat from his brow then pulled out another cigarette lighting it up and he pulled on his jeans and buckled his belt.
The rest of out trip was fun too, Rick pretty much did all the work throwing out the blocks of cinder, and I kind of just admired his strong body going to work. He knew I was watching too, because every once in awhile he would give me a really cocky smirk and a wink. Then on the ride back he had me give him a blow job while he blasted his country music to drown out the sound of his moans and shouts.
We made it home late that night, I gave Rick one more kiss before saying good by then I took off his hat and the look of confusion on Richards face was priceless, he looked down at his clothes in horror then looked at me his eyes wide and crazy.
“Something wrong Richard?” I asked feigning ignorance.
“I just.. How did I get here. And what am I wearing?” He breathed I to his hand took a whiff, “Have I been smoking?”
I laughed, “Woah Richard, buddy, I told you not too drink that much.”
His eyes got bigger, “I’ve been drinking? But.. I don’t even remember..”
“All day actually. I guess that’s why the call it black out drunk. You should probably go home and get some rest.” I suggested.
“Oh man.. Yeah you’re probably right.. Oh no, Karen! She’s going to be furious when she finds out be been drinking all night, first my tattoo and now this! She is going to kill me!”
I smiled at him reassuringly, “Don’t worry about it Rick, it’ll be our little secret.”
Check out this large list of curated resources if you like inanimate TFs!
I absolutely love your content but where can find more from other creators?
Some of the best inanimate blogs and blogs that write about inanimate scenarios sometimes or rarely here, or have otherwise posted inanimate tf-adjacent content on tumblr are:
Any inanimate tf blogs that wish to be added, let me know :)
@southern-god1
@bizzhideaway https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/
@baranchik3
@imsuitedforyou
@zadenight
@maletfs
Sylen's Mystical Menagerie and Potions emporium
PJ World of Transformation
@transformee
@cooperstfranch
@tfcaptions
@worldofdirtyimagination
@aandf21
https://sxssybaby-writing.tumblr.com/
https://0vorenation0.tumblr.com/
@brandedx2
https://dougtfs.tumblr.com/
@matsmi13
@poprock-the-baker
@tfkinksterz
@tfstation
@davidsp01 https://davidsp01.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate-tf
@transformhim
@scallylad89 https://scallylad89.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate%20tf
@tight-stories https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/tight-stories
@repurpose-yourself https://repurpose-yourself.tumblr.com/
@dystopia-fantasy
@henrycavbsc
@soul-controller
@cinaedefuri
@thetfchangingroom
@hemsworthfootslave
@submissivegayfrenchboy
@maletfwitch
@darth-sect
@absqrst
@jackbrucetf
@hikaru211
https://www.tumblr.com/gay-slav
@cyberaesthetickpopoaf
@ro-fujin-tf
@gayratguy
@supermenintights
@ivoredthebirthdayboy
@yourdarkstuff
@mrcavanaughtf
@shapedbydesire
@maletfwitch
@artificial-transmutations
@gayvkul99
@leatherpupcolt
@jackbrucetf
@bat-woodfeet-us
@krulersblog
@thetfguy
@tf-man
https://www.tumblr.com/pup-jaxx/tagged/inanimate%20tf
@thetfer
@artificial-transmutations
https://www.tumblr.com/shapedbydesire/tagged/inanimate%20t/
https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/tagged/inanimate%20tf
https://www.tumblr.com/bigboysfalldeep/tagged/inanimate%20tf
https://www.tumblr.com/wishmaster/tagged/inanimate%20transformation
@king-craftsman
@anon-sect
@anon-sect2
@anon-vester
@thetfspot-inanimate
@inanimate-jock
@tf-center
@hogtfs
@pup-jaxx
@wakeup01
@tf-kinky
@pup-jaxx
@the-shiftshop
@avegaytfenjoyer
@breedertfs
@ragtortf
@mrrharper
@celebtf
@johnsmithforstupidstuff
@hopelessmorph
@petew21-blog
@cletusgold
@brodygold
@axeeglitter
@misctf
@jockedbigbro
@polo-drone-001
@ultram0th
@wakeup01
Other external sources I like:
Cockatrices Story Index
The Dirty Spiders’s Stories
AlexDomPup Stories
TFs, and Vore, and Merging! Oh My!
Inanimate Paradise Discord Server
VoreNation Fantasy World Discord Server
Cock Transformation Discord Server
Vore Writers's Gallery Discord Server
Shindan Inanimate Generator (check inanimate tag for other inanimate shindans)
https://unidentified-tf.github.io/TF-Generator/
https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/
https://mrcavanaughstories.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/
Gay Spiral Stories
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanada/
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/medkit/
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueballs/
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andres820/
https://wesleybracken.com/tag/inanimate/
https://twitter.com/aandf21
https://www.patreon.com/craftsman
https://www.patreon.com/TFStationAICreations
https://www.deviantart.com/search/collections?q=inanimate+tf
https://www.deviantart.com/vorewriter22/gallery/82481900/object-tf
Enolt's TF Creations
https://www.coiledfist.org/gallery/Minijacks-Huge-Adventures
https://www.coiledfist.org/users/rlgguy
https://www.coiledfist.org/users/Spencer
https://twitter.com/search?q=inanimate%20tf&src=typed_query
https://inanimate.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page
https://www.reddit.com/r/inanimatetf/
https://www.reddit.com/user/grinningpup/
https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inanimate%20TF
https://collectortfstation.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/
https://video.coiledfist.org/video/2528/shrink-into-toy
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa3c8f98c11f <candy tf>
Inanimate TF Wiki
https://ethanwhite.indieerotica.com/tag/inanimate-tf/
https://listofdeaths.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Deaths_by_Transformation_into_an_Inanimate_Object
Inanimate TF stories I found:
Being TP
Drew’s sneaker
Fleshlight
Life as a condom
New Alethic socks
One sorry pair of shoes
Trevor's Gear: Pre Game
The new insoles
Transformation Story
Hell Week Day One
Permanent Vacation
Roommate's Property
Special Guests and Axel's Wedding
Fleshlight
Hell Week
Trevor's Game and Tryouts
Sneakerplay
Transformation Story
Tib
The New Insoles
Inanimate TFs where women are the transformer or transformee:
@thea-inanimate
https://www.deviantart.com/ferrocksyll/gallery
http://onceiwasaman.blogspot.com/
https://www.deviantart.com/mcpeacy/gallery
https://www.deviantart.com/91bb/gallery/54455007/inanimate-captions
https://www.deviantart.com/ourmonkeymasters/gallery/71192883/inanimate-tf-captions
https://www.deviantart.com/monicawitch/gallery
https://www.deviantart.com/teysa02/favourites/68466978/tf-inanimate
https://tfsrus.wordpress.com/
https://inanimatetf.wordpress.com/galleries-archives/from-the-old-blog/
Paxton Learns His Lesson - Collab with Aardvark
Paxton is a delinquent whose mother has had enough. He’s not happy when she sends him to live with his grandparents in sleepy Hart’s Landing, but the town comes to grow on Paxton in a most dramatic way. - Written by myself and @aardvarkia.
To say Paxton Montcalm wasn’t pleased with his situation was an understatement.
It was stupid, really. All he’d done was take his teacher’s pepper spray and air it out underneath his desk. How the hell was he supposed to know that was considered poisoning other people and assault with a deadly weapon…? Or whatever the judge said - Paxton had hated his fat face, so he hadn’t paid much attention beyond “you’re in trouble now, you little fuck-up!” (Yeah, no shit. He had noticed he was in court, thanks.)
He’d done his community service, apologized, even sucked up a little, but the adults just were not satisfied. Paxton had decided fine, fuck them, he’d just do what he wanted again. No one seemed to give a shit when he tried to make amends. And then he’d snuck out after curfew and gotten caught by some roided-up cop. DeSanto or something. His mother had had enough and informed him that he was going to spend the summer in Hart’s Landing, South Carolina with his grandparents.
“That’s not fair!” Paxton had protested. Upon seeing the thunderous look his mother had shot back, he’d blanched.
“No, I’ll tell you what’s not fair, little boy!” she’d roared, jumping up from the table. “What’s not fair is that I have to continually leave work to bail your ass out, using up my hard-earned cash. I’m a waitress, Paxton. I don’t even make minimum goddamn wage! I can barely afford the rent, everyone either ignores me, thinks I’m a shitty parent, or pities me! The fact that you’ve been here as long as you have is a downright miracle and, frankly, a testament to my patience!” She’d stopped, taken a deep breath, and lit up a cigarette, walking to the sink and taking a long drag. Holding it in, she had opened the window, exhaled, then hung her head. “You’re going. That’s final. Now go to your room. You don’t have to sleep, but I don’t want to look at you.”
Before Paxton could really process this - his mother had never exploded at him before, despite all the dumb shit he’d done - he was on a bus down to South Carolina. It was a long ride from Brooklyn, but he’d managed to pass the time by chatting up some cute chicks and reading a copy of FLEX he’d nicked from one of the bus terminals.
The bus stop wasn’t far from his grandparents’ house, and they met him there. Grandma Rose and Grandpa Walker were just how he remembered them from their last visit on his 10th birthday. Old, decrepit, and kind of smelly.
“Oh, just look at you!” Rose cooed, pinching his cheek and giving him a big kiss. She left a bright red lipstick print on his cheek.
“Hi, gram,” he muttered.
“Stand up straight,” Walker ordered, “and march. I know full well what you did, and I won’t have any of that tomfoolery in my house. You hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Paxton replied sarcastically.
And that had gotten him dragged two blocks to his grandparents’ bungalow by his ear.
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Rick sat in front of his computer screen, quietly clicking through pictures of shirtless guys on the internet. He cautiously listened to make sure not of the other guys in his apartment were awake. He lived with two other guys that he had been friends with in college, and since graduation they had all been sharing a small apartment. Jim was getting married in a few months, so he spent a lot of time at his girlfriend's (now fiancee) house and wasn't home tonight. Connor worked late night's at a 24-hour gas station and wouldn't be home for hours. In either case, Rick was being cautious.
He locked the door to his room, which was shared with Connor, just in case. Over the last few months, Rick had noticed that he was craving porn more than usual. It was becoming an addiction. What was worse is that he had always thought he was straight, but found that gay porn was more appealing. There was something about how unashamed, passionate, and direct the men in the pictures and videos were towards one another. He unbuttoned his jeans and caressed his crotch as he clicked through pictures of shirtless bodybuilders, athletes, and models. He clicked on a picture of a hairy, muscular man that looked like he was taking a shower. Suddenly, his speakers were blaring rock music and an advertisement.
"MAN UP!!! (heavy rock music) YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN! (pictures of muscular man flexing) YOU THINK LIKE A MAN! (pictures of men watching sports) YOU WORK LIKE A MAN! (pictures of men lifting construction supplies) SO MAKE SURE YOU SMELL LIKE A MAN! (pictures of men lathering themselves with body wash)
Rick desperately tried to click out of the ad or mute his computer, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn't stop watching this pop-up video, and the more he watched, the less he tried stopping.
"SO MAN UP!!! AND SHOWER LIKE A MAN!!!"
As Rick watched the video, he could almost smell the strong musky scent of a sweaty man after a long day of work. He could smell the ripe body odor of a locker room. As the men showered in the video, he felt all of his worries slip away and felt relaxed and comfortable. He was still erect from before the ad and his cock swelled and released a stream of cum all over his shirt and pants. He wanted to stop the video, wipe up his mess, and go to bed before anyone came home, but the video had started a loop of a man in bright red underwear, rubbing himself down as water poured down from a shower head. The man was muscular and hairy, and looked sexy and confused as he showered. Rick settled in and felt refreshed and relaxed -- the smell of clean, fragrant body wash filled his nostrils and replaced the stench from before. He lost all sense of time.
A knock came at the door.
"Hey, Rick, the door is locked!"
Rick's trance ended and he noticed that the video had stopped. He slammed his computer screen and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 AM!!!
"Sorry, dude!" he said as he scrambled towards the door. He realized that his pants were still unzipped and that sticky cum had dried on his shirt and pants! He took off his jeans and threw them on a pile of clothes, quickly grabbing a pair of gym shorts. He opened the door and apologized to Connor.
"Must've forgot to unlock after I changed clothes..." Rick muttered, knowing that it was a lame excuse.
"Whatever ... it's no problem," said Connor as he walked over to his desk. "Just wondered why you were sleeping with the lights on and the door locked ..."
"Yeah ... sorry," replied Rick. The conversation was awkward enough, so Rick ended it by walking over to his bed and slipping under the covers. He tried to remember how he had fallen asleep in front of his computer, but couldn't quite come up with a reason. In any case, he was exhausted and drifted off to sleep.
--
Connor was fast asleep when Rick's alarm went off the following morning at 7:30 AM. Rick was still groggy from last night, but knew that Jim would wake him up if they missed their morning run at 8:00 AM. Rick and Jim had been good friends for years, and with Rick as one of the groomsmen for Jim's wedding, this was important bonding time for the two of them. Rick quietly grabbed his running shirt and went to the kitchen, where Jim was brewing coffee for when they got back.
"You ready?" Jim asked. "A little tired, but I'll wake up," Rick replied. They opened the door and Rick almost tripped a small package in their hallway. It was a small white cardboard box with action-font letters that said "MAN UP!" and was addressed to Rick.
"Looks like you got a package," said Jim as he stretched out before they ran. Rick opened it up and saw that it was a red plastic bottle that was some kind of body wash or shampoo. There was a not saying "Try a free sample of MAN UP! body wash! SMELL LIKE A MAN!" Rick set it on the kitchen counter and closed the apartment door, ready to go for a run.
As they ran, Jim and Rick didn't talk, but on their way back, they decided to walk so they chatted a little about the wedding, their work, and anything else to fill the silence of the morning. Sweat had soaked Rick's shirt and he seemed more tired than usual.
"You sure you don't need to stop or something," asked Jim.
"Nah, I'm alright," Rick lied. He actually felt a little sick and it seemed like his body odor was stronger than usual. "Let's just go home, I'm fine." Rick started to jog, feeling light headed but pushing through the pain and the odor. When he got home, he headed straight for the shower, because he had to get read for work and didn't want to miss his bus.
The bathroom door was open and it looked like Connor had recently used the shower because the mirror was still steamed up.
"You go first," said Jim.
Rick hopped in the shower and turned on the water, thankful to get out of his smelly running clothes. He reached for his shampoo bottle and saw that it was empty.
"Shit," he said to himself. He saw another bottle on the shower's shelf -- the bottle of body wash from the strange package this morning. It looked like it had been used. Connor was always stealing their stuff, which is probably why he had run out of shampoo faster than he could buy it at the grocery store. He cursed to himself and grabbed the bottle.
The smell was noxious at first and smelled like an old gym bag, but eventually it softened into a mellow, manly scent. Rick felt the water streaming down him and relaxed as he breathed in the smell deeply. He remembered having this feeling before and a image of a toned, muscular man was projected in his mind. He rubbed his body with the lather and felt a chill combined with the heat of the rushing water. He lost track of time as his thoughts wandered.
Someone banged on the door -- it was Jim shouting "You'll miss your bus!"
He opened his eyes and realized that he had been in the shower for far too long. He also realized that his cock was fully erect -- something he'd have to hide in the towel. He quickly dried himself off and hurried to the bedroom. Connor was standing by his desk, wearing only his underwear and eating a bowl of cereal. He looked taller than usual and seemed to have a hairy chest than Rick remembered, but he was too busy to say anything. Plus, it is a little awkward to comment about your roommate's body when you are both half-naked. Rick looked at Connor expecting him to give him a little privacy as changed. He walked past him into the kitchen. Rick grabbed his jeans from the pile of clothes, and realizing that they were the cum-covered ones from last night, cursed as he buried them in the pile and grabbed new ones from the drawer. He zipped up his pants, which felt thinner at the waist (probably from the running!) and buttoned his shirt, which was tight on his biceps and chest. His jeans seemed a little short than usual as he tied his shoes, but he had no time to change again or he would miss his bus completely. He said goodbye to his roommates, first to Jim, who was taking off his shirt in the bathroom, and then to Connor, who stood in the kitchen examining the hair in his armpits.
--
Rick rushed onto his bus and took a seat next to an older woman. After a few minutes on the bus, he could tell that she felt really uncomfortable. Her face seemed turned up in disgust whenever Rick adjusted his posture. Then Rick realized what she was so disturbed by -- his stench! The smell of body odor seemed to pour off of him. He reached past her and pulled the cord for the next stop. The woman recoiled as more of his scent wafted over her. He was still four blocks away, but was so embarrassed that he needed to get off the bus. Once on the sidewalk, Rick realized that his clothes were much tighter than he remembered. After walking for a block, he realized that his shirt was soaked again and that he felt physically exhausted. It was like every muscle of his body was aching and burned in pain. He felt like he needed to throw up, so he walked into the nearest store and asked for the bathroom. The barista at the coffee shop he barged into looked disgusted and pointed him to the back. He splashed some water on his face and realized that his beard had grown thick and full. He hadn't shaved that morning, but it looked like a beard that had taken a month to fill in. He unbuttoned his shirt because it was uncomfortable tight and pulled out his phone to call his boss. He explained that he would be late to work, but every moment he felt worse. He called Jim, hoping that he could get a ride home so he could clean up and start the day over.
"Yeah, I feel like shit" "Can you pick me up?" "I'm at that coffee shop a few blocks away" "Thanks, I owe you!"
Rick pulled off his shirt, leaving just his tank top on as he walked back through the coffee shop to the street. His muscles looked bigger and he felt taller too. But, there was a stench that made everyone in the coffee shop look away. He sat on the curb, taking off his shoes because they didn't fit, though that contributed even more to the smell.
Jim pulled up in a few minutes, "Get in!" he said as he rolled down the window. The car smelled fresh and clean, and Rick noticed that Jim's hair was still wet. It smelled like the body wash that he had used this morning and that made Rick feel more relaxed.
"What happened to you?" Jim asked.
"I don't know, man. I left the apartment just fine, but on the bus I felt sick, and then I got all sweaty, and then my beard look weird ..."
"Well, I feel a little off too ... not sure why?" Jim answered. "And Connor went back to sleep ... maybe we all got food poisoning or something!"
Rick tried to answer, but the smell of the body wash in Jim's car made him just sit back and relax.
When they made it back to the apartment, they found Connor standing in the bathroom with the door open. He was staring at his reflection in the mirror.
"Guys, what's happening to me?" he said as he looked at his gorilla-like muscular body covered in dark black hairs. "I don't feel the same."
"I don't know, but we feel the same," said Jim. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He took off his shirt and saw that reddish-blonde hairs covered his chest. His beard was thick and scraggly and he had the body of some Viking warrior. Rick followed him into the bathroom, drawn by the steam and the smell of being clean. He finished undressing and saw that his muscular body was covered in thick brown hair. On his shoulder was a tattoo and his cock seemed to bulge out of his underwear.
"I'm going to take a shower," Rick said in a monotone voice.
"Me too," said Jim and Connor in unison.
They all stepped into the shower and took turns standing under the water, lathering each other methodically as there new bodies glistened and rippled. After a few minutes, the bottle of bodywash was empty and then stood there staring blankly at their reflections in the mirror. In the sound of the water, they heard a voice chanting, "YOU LOOK LIKE MEN! YOU THINK LIKE MEN!"
Rhythmically, then chanted along as they stroked each other's cocks and made out in the bathroom, spraying water, cum, and soap everywhere. They drifted off into a deep trance ...
--
Rick woke up in this room, naked on the floor. Lying next to him was Connor, whose hairy arms were wrapped around him. After a moment of panic, he remembered how he had taken a shower ... and Connor was there ... and so was Jim ... and they ... well, I guess he never realized that he and his roommates were THAT into each other. Rick slowly stood up, noticing that he his cock was stiff with morning wood. Or, maybe it was that he was aroused by the muscular, hairy, man lying in their room. He had always hated Connor, who was a terrible roommate, but now he looked at him and was entranced. He watched him breathe and imagined kissing him or sucking his cock. Connor grunted in his sleep and shifted his weight. As he rolled over on the floor, Rick smelled his manly, musky scent and sighed in ecstasy. It was intoxicating. Rick lifted his massive arms and smelled that his armpits matched the strong odor. He heard noises in the kitchen and went out to see that Jim was washing dishes -- completely naked.
"Dude, what happened last night?" he asked, his blonde-red beard chiseled from his cropped hair. "I mean ... look at us!" Rick looked at Jim's bulging muscular body, which was covered in thick hair and dotted with patches of tattoos. "When did I get these tattoos? And look at you!" Jim added, nodding at Rick's massive erect cock and balls. "That's new!" They both laughed.
There was a moment of awkward silence, which Rick finally broke by quietly saying.
"Jim ... I think I'm gay..."
After a pause, Jim walked over and embraced his roommate. "I love you man!" he said, but added "As a brother!" They both smiled. "After last night, I figured I'm probably bi-sexual, but I can't wait to call Kim! She's gonna freak when she sees me ... but the wedding is totally on!"
As Jim walked back towards the kitchen, Rick could smell the fresh scent of bodywash drifting in from the bathroom.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Rick said.
He looked himself over in the mirror -- entranced by his massive body and masculinity. He loved himself and was hornier than ever thinking about how he would use this "curse"! He stepped into the shower and felt the trance of the water mixing with the smell of the bodywash as all of his impurities melted away. He poured the last drop of liquid from the "MAN UP" onto his hands and rubbed it over his chest and down to his hairy crotch. His mind started to feel numb as his passions changed. He lived for his new image and wanted to fuck as many guys as possible - starting with Connor, and maybe Jim if he wanted, he imagined his life of living as a MAN -- someone who lives for pleasure, for danger, for every drop of life. After drying himself off, he stepped into the living room, where he saw Connor standing naked with a bowl of cereal by the kitchen corner. He walked over, dropped his towel, and in an animal passion, fucked him on the kitchen counter as the smell of his bodywash and Connor's unwashed ass mixed with dark roast coffee, cinnamon, and vanilla.
Were-Stud
It had all started a few months ago. Isaac had been walking home late at night taking a shortcut through the poorly illuminated local park. Suddenly a series of deep screams and shouts rang out through the night air, stopping him in his tracks. Isaac moved forward, believing it to be the antics of some drunk men nearby. But another set of yells boomed out, closer this time. He walked faster, through the dark park only to see the figure of a man hunched on the ground in the distance.
Concerned for himself and the man, Isaac nervously approached, “E-excuse me? Are you okay?”
Isaac got close enough that the light of the full moon revealed the man to be naked, panting on all fours. “What the hell?” he whispered to himself.
The man slowly stumbled to his feet, unveiling his imposing height and muscular frame. Isaac looked on stunned at the sight of this naked specimen of virility standing mere feet away from him. Tattered clothing hung from the man’s thick, hairy limbs. The man’s chiseled, bearded face oozed masculinity, his eyes tinged with fear and lust. Most eye-catching of all was the enormous, hard cock jutting out from a pair of ruined shorts, surrounded by a nest of dark pubes.
Isaac braced himself as the man seemed to come to his senses and dashed forward. “P-please, get away!” the man yelled as he pushed Isaac out of the way and ran. Isaac tumbled to the ground and the man span back around, realizing how hard he’d pushed the scrawny twenty-eight-year-old. Terrified, the man looked on at Isaac pushing himself off the ground, and continued his sprint away, disappearing into the dark.
“Fuck…” Isaac grumbled, brushing the dirt from his arms only to feel a damp, sticky something as well. He looked at the ground, seeing streaks of the watery, white substance sprayed across the dirt and pavement. “It looks like… Oh fuck, gross!” Isaac bemoaned. He rushed the rest of the way home, noticing how the damp spots on his arms and hands seemed to tingle and burn. He immediately showered to wash the man’s spunk from his limbs and crawled into bed, hoping to forget the experience quickly. Indeed, the events of that night left his thoughts over a few days and life went on. Until the next full moon, anyway…
It was about a month later when Isaac was relaxing on the couch, holding his phone over his face while the light of the full moon glowed through the window when a strange shiver rushed through him. The phone slapped him in the nose and fell to the floor. The lanky man followed suit, rolling to the ground as the twitching and tension spread quickly through his body.
All he could muster were primal moans, growls, and shouts as his body stretched taller. His limbs lengthened like his torso while his feet erupted from his shoes. Muscles swelled across his figure, destroying his slim-cut clothing. His head crunched and groaned as his face shifted and morphed, taking on more masculine properties and becoming incredibly attractive. He screamed in bliss as his cock pulsed larger and larger, shooting cum across his stunning body. Isaac spent that entire first night exploring his new body. Then, as the moon faded from the sky, his body retracted and reverted to how it had always been. This would be the first of many transformations to come.
At first, Isaac wasn’t sure what had happened, or if it would happen again. It was only after the first two transformations that he connected them to the full moon, leading him to prepare so his growing body wouldn’t obliterate his clothing as it did before. It was then that he realized he’d inherited some curse or contagion from the man in the park that night. Logically, he concluded he was contagious too, and so he tried his hardest to resist the overwhelming desire to seek out other men during his transformations. But in that superior form his inhibitions were lower and his personality carefree.
By the third full moon, the changes were becoming stronger. That night he couldn’t resist and found himself in bed with a handsome twink. Part of Isaac was horrified knowing that he was spreading the curse to someone else. But a growing part of him saw the affliction not as a curse, but a blessing. He couldn’t help but be turned on knowing that the cute bottom would morph into a jock stud like himself at the next full moon.
It was only two weeks after the last transformation that Isaac was walking home when he felt the changes strike out of nowhere. It was only early evening, and most definitely not a full moon. He barely made it to his home before he collapsed, incapacitated by the searing pleasure of becoming a masculine stud. From there the transformations grew more haphazard in duration and frequency, striking every full moon, but increasingly in between them as well and lasting longer every time.
After one week where Isaac had transformed four times, the last time during the middle of the day for almost 18 hours, he knew he was likely to change permanently at some stage soon. He wondered how he would manage the contagious nature of his condition if it became permanent, or if the new him would care at all.
It was right at the end of a workday while Isaac was on the phone with his supervisor when the telltale pins and needles moved up his arms, “Oh no…” His boss could hear him groaning down the line.
“Is everything alright?” his manager asked with some concern.
“I… argh… I think I’m coming d-down with something… I should g-go…” Isaac stuttered, slamming the phone down and fleeing the office. He got into his car, trembling as he tried to insert the key.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and stung his eyes as he sped down the roads. “No, no, no not now… Not n-n-nooooooow, augh!” Isaac cried out as his entire body stretched taller in the driver’s seat. He could feel warm cum unload against his leg. There was no holding the changes back any longer.
Isaac’s mouth hung open as he struggled to keep his eyes fixed on the road, resisting the urge to watch his shirt stretching and tearing under the pressure of huge pecs and broad shoulders bulging out from his body. His arms were bloating, expanding the sleeves of the slim-fit business shirt to breaking point. He gripped the wheel tight - the closest thing to flexing he could safely do in the moment - and moaned loudly at the power he felt in his strengthening limbs.
“Augh, god!” Isaac groaned, his hands cramping around the steering wheel as they too swelled in size. His hands broadened while his fingers curled longer and thicker around the pliable wheel.
A red traffic light offered some respite, allowing Isaac to survey the damage so far. His thick, furry pecs were painfully tight against the shirt and visible between the gaps of stretched fabric between buttons. He took the chance to relieve himself of his shirt and feel up the washboard abs that were gradually building above his stomach. “Oh god yes…” Isaac whispered before noticing the green light ahead, “Shit… shit… n-need to get home.”
As he pressed the accelerator he could feel the changes sweep across his legs. His slacks braced against his thighs as they ballooned outward. The swelling legs pushed and squeezed Isaac’s hard six inches which ejected another load. The cheap fabric stood no chance against the expanding muscle, tearing and splitting at the seams as the growth traveled downward. His lower legs followed suit and made short work of the pants, revealing limbs far more muscular than they had been minutes ago while his flat rear plumped up thicker and rounder against the seat cushion.
Isaac wasn’t far from home now. “Oh god,” he moaned as his feet began to enlarge within his shoes. He turned sharply into his driveway and stopped the car hard. He wasted no time dashing flounderingly into his home, hoping no-one saw his shirtless, half-transformed body from the street. He quickly removed the unbearably tight footwear from his feet with a sigh of relief and stripped off what remained of his shirt. He tugged the split and torn slacks and underwear down his long, thick legs and kicked them onto the floor. Long, meaty feet burst through the strained material, causing Isaac to fall onto all fours with a loud bellow. Cum unloaded onto the floor as his socks exploded, the size nine-and-a-halves pushing past size twelve into thirteen, then fourteen.
The next part was always Isaac’s favorite. His six-inch erection trembled as it pushed further out of his body. “Ah! Fuck!” he screamed as it bobbed in the air, pulsing longer and thicker with every passing moment. His cries of joy deepened over the coming seconds while his head reshaped into a more masculine appearance. His plain, average features became angular and broad. His smile was straighter, whiter, and devilishly handsome. Brown eyes shifted to blue and his dark brown hair lightened in tone while a blond stubble dotted his sharpening jawline.
Isaac growled, pumping the air with his now large cock as it continued its growth. With the end nearing, the throbbing member surged to ten inches, veins rippling down the shaft which thickened and stretched. The young man roared in rapture as the head of his pole swelled to match, shooting load after load as his final transformation came to a close.
Still hazy in the afterglow, the studly Isaac rose to his feet, dizzy and stumbling. “I… no, no,” he stammered to himself, feeling the urge to find a sexual partner rising already, “N… Y-yeah… Yeah, fuck yeah… Guys should be thanking me for passing this on!”
Isaac smirked as he thought about how to spread his gift…
One of my all-time favorites!
Career Day
“Hey bro, do you think you have what it takes to be a firefighter?”
You stop dead in your tracks. Next to the rows and rows of folding tables set up for career day is a big red fire truck. But instead of free pens and buttons to entice you in, three half-naked firefighters stand laughing, rubbing their thick muscles through their loose handing fireproof jackets.
This has to be some sort of joke, you think to yourself with a scoff. One of the meat heads approaches you with a hunky swagger. “So,” he asks again, “you think you have what it takes?”
It’s been a pretty boring day overall, so you decide to have some fun. “Alright,” you say with a sarcastic smile, “tell me: what does it ‘take’ to be a firefighter?”
“Well,” the guy says, “first, you’ve got to be jacked. Like… really jacked.” As he says this, you begin to feel your clothes grow itchy, like they don’t seem to fit quite right.
“Yeah,” you say trying to keep an air of confidence, “and what else?”
“Well,” he continues, “you’ve gotta have tough skin. Tough enough to withstand serious heat.” The itching is insatiable now, and you look down to see a rough callous develop over your hands, which are now bulging with muscle. You frantically look around the room, but no one else seems to be noticing the muscles now begging to escape from your tight clothes.
“You’ve got to have a lot of upper body strength,” he says before you can stop him, and suddenly your arms grow sore, biceps the size of baby heads bursting at the seams of your shirt. “And good legs…” he says, sending your thighs tearing through your jeans. “Not to mention a good core.” And with that, your chest expands into two square pecs and a rack of abs directly below.
“Is that it??” you plead with him, struggling to contain your new body as it continues to grow per his suggestions.
“Not yet,” the guy continues, “you’ve also got to know a thing or two about firefighting. Not much else though, you don’t want your brain getting too crammed if you know what I mean.” You try and resist the overwhelming feeling of numbness that envelops your mind. You feel memories of training and lifting with your fighter fighter bros begin to replace those of your friends, family, and education.
You, moan, trying to resist as a new feeling overtakes your body. “No… please…”
“Oh yeah! And one last thing. You’ve gotta be pretty hung. It can get pretty boring at the station with nothing to do. Some of us like to fool around a little bit. Wouldn’t hurt to have a 9 inch dick.”
You know it’s coming this time. The testosterone, the heat flooding your pelvic region. You look down just in time to see a full, 9 inch penis burst forth from your briefs and unleash a wave of cum all over the floor. With it escapes all your knowledge of your past life; you’re nothing more than one of those meathead firefighters now, nothing else on your mind by saving lives and sucking dick.
“Here,” says the guy as he leads you over back to the truck and away from the crowds, “lets get you into something more comfortable shall we?”
You nod stupidly, eagerly awaiting the minute you can get him into bed with your thick new cock, both your muscle bodies rubbing sweaty together for hours. As he slips you into your firefighter’s coat, you know you’ve chosen the right career. Even if it wasn’t exactly your choice…
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Do you have what it takes?
"Young man, do you think you what have what it takes?" one of the cops said to Jack as he walked by their booth.
"Uhm, I-" he muttered. He was nervous being near them and was trying to hurry past.
"Are you sure you don't want a career in law enforcement?" asked another cop. "You look like the kind of guy who could really benefit from our services."
Jack stopped and looked at the cops, then back down at his clothes. He was wearing a loose t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. It felt weird that they were encouraging him to be like them, but he didn't think he had the body for it. "I don't know... I'm not sure I could do that kind of work."
The cops looked at each other, then back at Jack. The one who first mentioned his outfit stepped forward and said, "You can't be serious! Look at you!" He reached out and grabbed Jack's shirt, pulling it up to expose his stomach.
Jack was shocked, but didn't resist. "What? What are you doing?"
"See that gut?" the cop asked as he poked Jack's soft belly. "We can fix that." He turned to his partners and said, "He's got a great frame. With just a little work he could be a real man."
Jack looked down at his stomach. It wasn't fat, but it wasn't toned either. Could they really make him more muscular? "Uh... I don't know..."
The other cop patted him on the back. "Don't worry, kid. We'll take great care of you." He smiled.
Jack smiled nervously. "Thanks, but I'm not sure I want to be in law enforcement."
The university student had been failing his classes and was on the path of being forced to drop out of his bachelor. Only by mere chance had he managed to pass his first year. Now, in his second year, his lack of studying was starting to catch up rather quickly.
In anticipation of not being able to continue with university, he had decided to go to his local career fair to look for possible new jobs that would fit him.
He didn't expect however to be approached by and felt up by multiple policemen seemingly promising him muscles and masculinity.
As he was preoccupied with his internal monologue, the third cop had grabbed his arm and started feeling his bicep. Jack flexed a little bit out of reflex. "You see that? He's got some muscle already. We can make you real strong."
Jack looked at his arms. He was clearly not impressed. "I want to be stronger, but I don't know about being a cop..."
The first cop grabbed the hem of Jack's shirt and pulled it up further to expose more of his gut. "You worry too much, kid. We can make you into anything. Do you want to be strong? We can give you all the muscle you need. Do you want a bigger dick? No problem. Want to get smarter or dumber? We can do that too."
Jack looked at the other cops, then back down at his flat stomach.
"I... I guess if you think I could do it," Jack said. "It can't be that hard."
"Oh, we'll make sure you meet our standards," the first cop replied as he turned Jack around. He reached down and grabbed the skinny guy's ass through his jeans.
Jack gasped and blushed. He was straight, but it still felt good. The cop squeezed his butt so hard that the skinny young man yelped. "Ahh... stop!"
The other cops laughed as the first cop continued to playing with Jack's ass. As the cop's calloused hands explored Jack's globes, the cop could feel the surface start to expand. While he was busy, the other cops reached out and started poking at Jack's chest. The last cop had other ideas. He hands found his way down to Jack's waist, swiftly pulling down his jeans, exposing more of his pale body. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public.
"I don't know about this..." he said.
"As I said before, you worry too much," the first cop reiterated, slapping his ass hard enough to make the skinny man jump. "Just relax." he said with a laugh.
The more the cops touched him, the more the strain on his clothes could be felt. As he looked down he could see two slim slabs of meat on what used to be his flat chest. He was still not at the level of the cops, but it felt like there was just a little more muscle there than before. Had they really made him more muscular already? "I don't know..."
"Relax, kid." The cop in front of him turned Jack around to face him. "We'll take good care of you." He leaned down and kissed the nervous young man on the lips.
Jack was shocked at first, but he had been getting more turned on as the cops played with his body. He opened his mouth and let the cop kiss him. The man's tongue slid into his mouth and played around with his own tongue. Jack could feel his erection growing in his pants as they kissed in front of the other cops.
"See?" the cop breaking the kiss said to the others. "I told you he has potential."
Jack blushed, but didn't say anything as the cop behind him slapped his ass again. The nervous young man felt like there was even more muscle there now.
The first cop now looked at Jack with hungry eyes. In one a single movement he grabbed the overly tightened guy's collar and split his shirt in two halves. Jack was now left wearing just his sneakers and a pair of briefs in front of the cops. "Let's see what we're working with..."
He reached down and continued like before, feeling up Jack's ass through his jeans. The other cops crowded around him, feeling up his arms, legs, back, and chest. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public. He could feel their fingers sliding along his skin. It felt so good, but it was also scary being at their mercy.
"He's still a little too scrawny," one of the cops said as he squeezed Jack's bicep. "We need to bulk him up."
Jack looked down at his chest. There was still not much there, but it did look fuller than before.
The first cop had again circled around now standing behind Jack.
"Let's first see how that dick measures up" the first cop whispered in Jack's ear. He could feel the cop's bulge push up against his ass. At the same time, the other cops reached out and started feeling up his crotch through the fabric.
Jack blushed and tried to cover himself, but the cops were too strong. "Stop... please..." he said softly.
The cop in front of him reached down and pulled off the skinny guy's boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of the other cops. They laughed as they got their first look at his small cock.
"Hmm, not bad but we like to have a bit of fun at the station" one of the cops said with a laugh. "This wont do."
Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, but the cop holding him laughed and said, "Don't worry, we can fix that too." He reached out and started stroking Jack's dick, making it grow harder.
The other cops crowded around him, continuing to feel up his arms, legs, back, chest, and balls. The cop still holding him said, "Let's get you a proper uniform." He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
Jack's eyes widened in shock. "W-what are those for?"
The cop smiled at him. "You're going to be our new recruit. And as a recruit, you need to follow our orders. So do what I say and put your hands behind your back."
Jack felt like he was in a dream. He did as the cop ordered and turned around, putting his hands behind his back. The cop quickly cuffed him, making it impossible for him to move his arms. Then he reached down and untied Jack's shoes. "Now, let's get started..."
The cop laughed and turned to the others. "Watch this," he said with a grin. He reached into his bag again and pulled out something that looked like a weird tube of toothpaste. "This here is called Growth Factor," he explained as he squeezed some onto his hand. "It's what we use to help new recruits get up to our standards."
Jack watched with wide eyes as the cop rubbed the gel between his fingers, then reached out and started stroking his cock again. Jack gasped at how good it felt, but also at what he saw happening to his penis. It was starting to grow! The other cops laughed and cheered as they watched him get a proper dick.
"Holy shit!" one of them exclaimed. "He's growing like a weed!"
Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. His pecker was quickly becoming a big, thick cock! He had never felt so turned on in his life. The cop continued to stroke him as he watched his own cock grow longer and harder. It felt like someone was giving him the best handjob ever.
The other cops cheered as Jack's new cock reached full length. It was now 8 inches long and rock hard, with a huge ballsack hanging beneath it. Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. He was now sporting a massive dick!
The cop stopped stroking him and said, "There you go. That's a proper cock if I've ever seen one." The other cops laughed as they stared at Jack's new equipment. He felt like he was the biggest stud in the world with his huge tool between his legs.
"Now," the cop continued, "let's get started on the rest of you..."
The first cop passed the gel to his colleagues who squeezed out a glob of the paste in their hands, ready to mold their new recruit.
The first cop turned Jack around so he was facing away from them again. He reached down and started feeling up the skinny guy's legs. "These need a little work," he said as he squeezed Jack's skinny thighs. "But they're a good foundation to build on."
Jack looked at his legs in amazement. As the cop's hands made their up his legs, he could see his legs start to expand with pure muscle. Jack looked down at his feet in shock. His legs had grown so much that the shoes he was wearing were now too small for him.
The other cops reached out and started feeling up Jack's arms, back, chest, and abdomen. They laughed as they felt his body growing more muscular under their fingers. "He's like Mr. Incredible," one of them joked.
Jack looked down at his stomach in amazement. He now had a clearly outlined six pack. The cops continued to feel up his body, making it grow more even muscular and attractive everywhere they touched. Jack felt like he was turning into a total hunk!
The first cop stepped back and looked at Jack's new body. "Not bad," he said with a grin. "You're almost ready for your new uniform."
Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment from being fully naked in public, but also from the feeling of the cops touching him all over. They were turning him into a total stud! The cop in front of him untied his shoes and reached down to pull off Jack's sneakers and socks.
The first cop continued to rub the growth factor into Jack's stomach, making it grow even more toned and muscular. His abs bulged out so much that they looked like they were about to pop out of his skin. Jack couldn't believe how good it felt to have his body changing right before their eyes. The cop finished with his stomach and said, "Watch this."
He reached down and started rubbing the growth factor directly into Jack's cock, making it grow even harder and longer. Jack gasped at how good it felt to have his dick getting even larger and more sensitive. The other cops cheered as they watched him get a proper cock!
The first cop finished with Jack's cock and said, "There you go. That's a recruit who's ready for his new uniform." He reached into his bag again and pulled out some clothes.
Jack looked down at himself in amazement. He had gone from being a scrawny, nerdy university student to looking like a total hunk! The cops were staring at him with their jaws open in shock. They couldn't believe how good he looked now that he was all muscular and toned.
The first cop handed Jack his new uniform: a pair of tight, blue slacks that showed off his huge ass; a dark blue blouse that was one size too small to show off his toned stomach even if it was closed; and a leather belt to carry around his utility needed for his duties.
Jack put on his new clothes, feeling like a total badass as he did. The other cops couldn't take their eyes off him.
The first cop unlocked the cuffs from around his wrists and said, "Alright, you're almost part of our team now."
Still enthralled by his physical changes Jack had no idea what the cops still had left in store for him.
Then he realized there was one place the men had not been to yet: his face. As if on cue, two cops held Jack by the shoulder from behind as the remaining cop procured another item from his bag.
The cop held in front of Jack a small round brown tin filled with a thick white paste.
"We need you to also look authoritative, criminals will not take you serious otherwise," he remarked.
Jack could feel the cream being spread on his eye brows and cheeks. As the paste was absorbed into the skin, he understood why the other cops had restrained him. His face became incredibly itchy and it felt like a thousand small needles were pinned onto his face.
Whilst Jack couldn't see it he could feel all the small hairs that had now formed a full beard, and busy eyebrows.
"Now you look like like a real man" the cop exclaimed.
"You don't know the first thing about being cop yet, but don't worry, we'll show you the ropes" he said with suggestive wink, motioning for Jack and his other colleague to head to the patrol car.
--- Author notes ---
This is my first time trying to use AI assistance in writing stories. I was inspired by fellow users like @fafnir19 and @artificial-transmutations using it in their hot stories! I must say the freedom it offers in finding a fitting picture is really useful! For text generation it's also good but you really can't expect to write everything for you! Still a lot of intervention required. To be really honest, there are still some parts which are iffy but for an experiment I think it's fine!
I did want to include some mental changes/reprogramming but aside from Jack gaining confidence I don't think I could have included it since it would make this story extremely long.
If anyone is curious about more of the technical workings on how I managed to create the artworks or text just let me know.
Hope you enjoyed it. If anyone wants I can post a couple more images that I generated but did not make the final selection!
--- Author notes ---
The rings: Jake
--- First time writing my own story ---
--- Please let me know what you think ---
Just before the second year of college rolled around I was met with the unfortunate news that my best bro, my roommate, would not be making it to the second year.
Turned out he'd been spending too much time partying, and too little studying. Not even the coach could save him anymore.
Sure, being on a sports scholarship meant studying isn't your main priority but you still had to maintain your grades somewhat if you want to make it to the next year.
To make things worse, my new roommate turned out be some nerd.
Jacob was your average nerd that would be holed up in his room most of the time.
He didn't really bother me. It's just... I had hoped to have a new bro to go to the gym with instead of some wimpy kid.
Color me surprised when the guy came out of his room out of nowhere to ask me to help him some project he was doing for some course.
Something about trying some "telepathy" gear he was working on he was working on for a biomed class.
To be honest it all sounded really like some science mumbo jumbo to me. I must admit I wasn't too excited so I thought I'd struck a deal instead: he'd tutor me for my calc class and I'd try his stupid gear thing.
He seemed happy with the proposal and told me it'd be ready for testing in a couple days.
--
As I stepped out of the bathroom after just taking a shower I was met by Jacob holding two comically large rings which almost looked like miniature hula hoops.
It had been a week since he'd asked me for the favor. To be honest, I'd already forgotten about our agreement.
Though I was a man of my word and did need some help with calc, not wanting to end up like my old buddy.
He signaled for me to sit on the couch as he started to explain all about his new gadget.
Supposedly, the pair of rings were some new technology he was working on. He explained that it allowed the wearers to communicate with each other as if the other person was simply a voice in their head.
I accepted one of the nearly metal rings, the only discernable difference being a smaller engraved letter T on the side indicating that I would be on the receiving end according to Jacob.
Not thinking much of it, I held it over my head as he instructed.
As I pressed the button on the side of the device it quickly shrank, tightly sealing itself on my head.
Jacob, doing the same, had grabbed a small little tablet whilst the ring sealed itself on his head.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's get this over with" I replied back.
A large shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he pressed a button on the ring.
"You jocks are real dumbasses, you know. Should've been more skep--" the nerd started saying before he suddenly stopped.
The twig had frozen right in his tracks. He looked as if his soul had left his body.
Testing if he was actually there, I waved my hand in front of his face.
Nothing.
Huh? What the fuck?
Okay, this is kinda weird.
I need to get rid of this ring.
It didn't budge. Not only that, this shitty thing just zapped me as well.
Hmm, think. The nerd mentioned something about telepathy, right?
Hey nerd, you hear me?
No response. Fuck.
I'm gonna look like some freak with this stupid headband there has to be something...
Maybe I should just try the telepathy again.
Hey Jacob, say something!
In an almost comical fashion what seemed like a corpse just uttered one word.
"something"
You've gotta be kidding me.
Uh, let's try something else.
Jacob, jump!
Without skipping a beat he jumped.
This is kinda awesome...
Jacob, explain what your plans were with these rings
"My intention was to use these rings to transform you into a nerd as well as do something other things..."
Explain what you mean with transform
"These rings are a technology I devloped that allows you to transform your target however you like by giving suggestions"
Heh. So, if I told him to grow a pair that would work?
As expected the nerd briefly twitched before a visible bulge started forming.
The Jacob's bulge wasn't the only thing growning larger in the room.
I noticed that my dick started to chub up as well, fueled by this new power I had just obtained.
I realized that with these rings I could do anything.
I could still get the roommate I wanted. And I could make him however I wanted.
--
Time to get to work.
Strip
The pudgy nerd took care of undressing, now showcasing his unimpressive body.
I could not help but feel pity for the guy.
He lacked any muscle definition. The only thing he had going for him was his now bull-sized nuts that looked mismatched compared to the rest of his body.
I should at least give him an appropriate cock to match.
Jacob, add a couple more inches to your cock
His average 5 incher started growing rapidly, reaching a monsterous size of what looked to be 8 inches.
I circled around him, proud of my work while I looked for the next area of improvement.
To be honest, there was a lot of work to be done. Maybe a rough approach would be better.
Adjust your body fat percentage to 7%
His already slim frame now became quite boney.
Add 40 lbs of muscle mass
The same arms that once lacked any muscle mass now had biceps that would rival an amateur body builder.
Veins also started bulging out, running from his large mitts upto his biceps.
The changes didn't stop there, however.
A pair of meat slabs started to form on his chest as well.
Unable to resist, I snuck up behind Jacob to fondle his newly formed pecs whilst also admiring his growing traps.
My hand went slipped down further, sliding into the deep crevasse formed by his 6-pack abs.
It seemed that Jacob hadn't missed leg day either. His legs now looked more like tree trunks that would be easily able to squash a watermelon.
To make the picture complete Jacob's feet had to match as well.
You've always worn a size 13
His feet grew large and veins appeared, much like what had happened to his previously tiny hands.
You've always prefered to keep your hair in a quiff
Jacob's unruly mop had started to style itself in a trendy quiff.
Now, flex for me
Jacob now struck a double bicep pose, his already large biceps forming sizeable peaks.
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"You mentioned something about jocks and being a real dumbasses didn't you, Jacob?"
Ah, wait.
You will wake up
"Huh, what... Why do I feel heavy..." Jacob murmured before realizing it was caused by his new physique.
"Wait! No. You were supposed to get the receiver not the transmitter! How did I- argh" Jacob said fully grasping the situation now.
"I don't want to be some dumb brute!" Jacob told me, now reaching for the ring.
Don't move
Without missing a beat Jacob froze right in his tracks.
"What are you planning to do to me, you stupid jock?" he asked.
"Stupid jock, huh" I mocked.
"It's funny you say that because right now you look more like a jock than me." I told him.
"Perhaps you just don't think like one... yet" I snarked.
"I remember you said something before. Something about jocks being real dumbasses?"
"Wait no! Please-"
You've always been a dumb
"I- uh.. Hng.. What did I say again...?"
"A real jock wouldn't go by a nerdy name like Jacob, now would he?"
You have always been called Jake
"Bro, I don't know who the fuck you're talking about."
"Ah, nothing to worry about bro" I reassured him.
You only care about is lifting weights and partying. You never bothered with studying.
Oh, and you may move again
"So bro, what's up what are we doing here? We should go to the gym." He asked me, completely oblivious as what happened not even minutes earlier.
"You dumbass, we just got back from the gym." I told him.
"Oh, huhuh, sorry bro, I guess I forgot haha" he replied.
When I call you by the nickname brute, you will obey my instructions, no matter what I tell you
"Hey Brute, won't you help me with getting these rings off?" I ask.
"Of course, anything for you bro" he replied.
A bro is never afraid of a little bromance
A little fire in his eyes lit up.
"So bro, what do I need to do?" he asked.
"On the count on three, we both press the button on the side of the ring. I think that's the only way to get them off" I explained.
"Ready?" I asked.
3.. 2... 1..
I immediately felt relief as the tight ring was now removed from my head.
"Brute, give that ring to me. You never want to touch that ring again. You know big bro will handle it for you" I instruct Jake.
"Here you go, bro" he said handing the ring.
I put the rings on the nearby coffee table.
I was happy. I now got myself the perfect roommate. And, if I needed it I could give additional to my brute.
"Hey Jake, there's a party tonight. You wanna go?" I asked him.
"Of course bro, always down"
"Before that, I've got to ask something" I said, sitting back down on the couch.
"I need a little help with something" I smirked, turned on by all the effort put in transforming my roommate
My dick had become rock hard and was begging for attention.
"You think you can help a bro out?"
For @ultram0th2 hope you enjoy it. 💙
"Derek, this is insane. Are we really going to break into a gym owner's office in broad daylight?" Stiles asked.
"No we aren't." Derek told the younger man.
"Good, because seriously you had me worried you were losing it dude."
"I'm going to be breaking in while you stand guard." Derek cuts Stiles off.
"I retract my previous comment." Stiles muttered.
"Derek, I get you're suspicious of this guy, but this isn't an excuse to break into the guy's office." Stiles went on to say only for Derek to ignore him and head towards the gym owner's office.
Derek can hear Stiles whispering insults and curses at him, but the werewolf ignores them. He knows this looks crazy, but he swore he smelt magic on this guy when he walked by him. The scent of magic was strong enough to make Derek worried the guy would be up to something. Since when someone's magical aura is that strong to sense it means they have casted a powerful spell recently.
So Derek had followed the guy to this gym, the one he realized opened up recently. Derek had called Stiles for back up to keep watch while Derek checked the guy's office out when he left.
Normally he would do this at night, but Derek felt the strange nagging feeling within him that told him he needed to check out this guy now.
Picking the lock to the guy's office was simple, Derek looking around to make sure no one was watching him. Glancing back at Sfiles who gave Derek the middle finger, to switch Derek rolled his eyes at the gesture before he steps inside the office.
A few minutes later Derek found nothing. No strong magic auras, no spellbound, no artifacts filled with magic, nothing but mundane office supplies. Derek was confused, he was so sure this man smelt of magic. He must have been mistaken and feels embarrassed over how rash he acted.
"Well, Stiles is going to enjoy being right." Derek murmurs to himself while he heads for the door.
"Or maybe you were right to suspect something." A deep voice says and Derek turns around to see the gym owner standing there against the back wall of the office he eyes Derek with an amused look as he pushes himself from the wall and stalks towards Derek.
"How did you get in here?" Derek asked.
"Are you really asking me how I got into my own office?" The guy asked. "The question is why are you in my office."
"Not that I'm complaining. I do love seeing a handsome young man like you in here." The older man says while he checks Derek out shamelessly.
Derek can smell magic on the older man and he asks him why that is.
"Ooh a werewolf. I haven't come across one of you in some time." He says, sounding excited.
"But to ease your worries I'm not up to any evil doing. I'm simply using my magic to help create loyal employees to work for me. Nothing nefarious about a man wanting to make sure he gets good employees is there?" He asked.
Derek stares at the man with a look of disbelief. Surely this man wasn't serious was he? By the way the guy was looking at Derek and Derek can tell he was telling the truth.
"You can't just mess with people with magic." Derek says.
"Sure I can, it's so easy." The man says smugly.
"Here, how about a demonstration." He adds and grins wider. Derek feels a cold chill go down his spine and he groans. His eyes go wide when his torso suddenly erupts with solid pounds of pure muscle that force his shirt to tear apart at the seams.
His pecs balloon outwards into a set of large muscle tits that already feel so sensitive to touch and bounce when he walks.
"Bro, the fuck ya doin to me?!" Derek shouts. His voice sounds different. Deeper than it was just a few moments ago.
"You wanted to snoop around my office to uncover my dark secret, so I'm just rewarding you by making you one of my modeled employees."
"You're going to be such a hot fucking personal trainer. Aren't you Devon?" The man says.
"Of course I am boss." Derek blurts out to reply without wanting to. He wanted to tell the guy his name was Derek, but instead he cradles his head in hisnhands and moans when his head aches. He can feel a thick cloudy haze fog his mind, he can feel his memories flicker in his mind. Seeing flashes of foreign memories fill his mind.
Derek's hair grows a little longer and turns blond. His face ripples with his features sharpening and becoming more defined till Derek now looks like the kind of guy someone can expect to find working at a gym.
Derek holds onto his last fragments of his former self, refusing to let them fade from his mind. But when the man he called boss comes up to him. Gently touching Derek's shoulder and making him feel a spark of warmth traverse through him does that last part of Derek get locked away in the dark corners of his own mind.
"Ready to get put there and put our new clients to work?" The boss asked.
"I'll be sure to work them real good for ya boss." Devon says proudly. When he turns away to leave he doesn't notice his torn and tattered clothes repair into a yellow tank top that shows off his impressive bulk fairly well. Along with sweatpants that hug his large ass and outline his fat cock for all to see.
Devon walks out of the office and takes a few steps when a skinny man approaches him.
"Hey, did you happen to see a dark haired guy with a scowl in there?" The smaller man asked.
"Sorry Broski." Devon tells him and bumps his shoulder into the smaller guys when he walks by. Not aware of the confused look he gets from the smaller man who watches Devon head out to the gym's main floor while he rubs his tingling shoulder from where Devon touched it.
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