Try Not To F**K

“Okay guys, for today’s video we are going to be in pairs, are you ready for your challenge?” the voice behind the camera asked the two young men. 

“Yeah I think we’ve got this one, right Eric?” 

“Oh no doubt, we are definitely coming up on top, Tom!”

“Well, only one of you can come out on top,” the voice said, chuckling. “Today we’re gonna be doing a try not to fuck challenge!”

Both guys were taken aback. This had to be a joke, but they’d never though that the REACT brand would make such an inappropriate joke. Things were usually family friendly. 

“Uh… I think we’re gonna be able to win this one, then,” they both awkwardly chuckled, “Or at least our girlfriends would be pretty shocked.” 

“Well the rules of the game are simple, we will set out two mystery drinks each round, you’ll each taken one and the farther you can go without succumbing, the more points you win!”

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It was oh so sudden! Right before my eyes my nineteen year old friend who struggled greatly through puberty had just burst with change! I thought it was a webcam filter but no, there was no telltale sign and it was one hundred percent legitimate!

Muscles shot out everywhere. His biceps became cannonballs. His shoulders and neck thickened and stretched to give his back the perfect top to a now broad back, tapering into a slim waist housing a perfect cobblestone road for a stomach. His pecs inflated like balloons, his nipples becoming supple and sensitive, poking tightly against the straining fabric of his now straining black singlet.

He stood up showing meaty thighs in thin running shorts that struggled to contain the two perfect bubble cheeks that he grabbed and jiggled with thick, large paws for hands. When he turned around, my jaw dropped at what looked like a girthy snake running over his left thigh, noticably getting larger as it got harder.

"Are you coming over?" he asked in a now more deep and seductive tone as his face came back into frame; facial hair he couldn't grow now present around his sharp clenching jawline, eyebrows thicker sitting above warm brown eyes that shined with a hint of lust as he subtly smirked with his now fuller lips.

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Quick story. I find I've lost my motivation to write longer stories as I have in the past so this may be the way to go until I find that motivation again.

Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home. 

Soccer – A life-changing game

I'm Lenny and I would like to tell my story about how I wanted to realize my dream of becoming a successful soccer player:

I was thrilled when I first stepped onto the field, ready to train with my new soccer team. It was like a dream come true, being handpicked to join the best young players from all the city's clubs. I couldn't contain my excitement as Mr. Hardwork, our trainer, introduced himself with a booming voice and a firm handshake. He was no-nonsense but had a way of making the training fun. As I looked around at my new teammates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. They were a good bunch, even if we were all from different clubs. We were here for one purpose - to become the best team in the city. We trained for weeks, each practice bringing new challenges and opportunities to bond as a team. But despite our individual skills, we all struggled to sync up on the field. Each game felt like a battle of egos, with everyone wanting to be the star. Mr. Hardwork could sense the growing frustration and addressed it head-on one day. "We're not just a group of individuals, boys. We need to function as a unit, a well-oiled machine," he said, his voice carrying authority and wisdom. "To truly become a team, we need to look and feel like one. That's why I've struck a deal with Beaucon. They'll be our sponsors and provide us with top-notch fashion to show the world that we belong together." I was surprised by the idea but willing to give it a shot. A few days later, Amy, Beaucon's marketing director, arrived with bags of the most elegant men's clothing I'd ever seen. As we put on the coordinated outfits, we felt like a different kind of team - sophisticated, united, and ready to conquer the field.

And conquer we did. With our newfound sense of unity emanating from the stylish Beaucon clothing, we started playing at a level we never thought possible. Victory after victory, our success seemed unstoppable. The team spirit was high, and the mood was jubilant. But soon, I noticed a shift in the fashion choices Amy brought for us. The clothes were becoming more form-fitting, hugging our bodies in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable. When I mustered the courage to ask her about it, I was taken aback by her response. "My customer analysis indicates that the gay clientele enjoys this kind of fashion," Amy said matter-of-factly. "And they're the most lucrative market for Beaucon. I've picked these outfits to cater to their tastes."

At first, my teammates and I were puzzled and uncertain about this development. But when Amy sweetened the deal with a share of the sales, our doubts quickly dissipated. The prospect of extra income was enticing, and soon enough, we were parading around in the form-fitting attire without a second thought. As the sales soared, Mr. Hardwork proposed a month-long training camp to prepare for the final match. But the obstacle of finances threatened to derail our plans. It was then that Amy made a surprising suggestion - one that left us dumbfounded. "Sales tend to rise if you display a bit more affection towards each other in public. A touch here, a caress there," she explained with a knowing smile. "It's all part of appealing to our target market. The gay clientele appreciates such displays when coupled with our clothing." We were initially taken aback by the idea, but the allure of quick cash won us over. Before we knew it, our seemingly innocent touches had escalated into something more, and our public interactions began to resemble flirtatious exchanges.

It was bizarre at first, but the resulting spike in sales was undeniable. Before long, it had become routine for us to engage in intimate gestures in public, all under the guise of increasing sales. What had started as minor touches had evolved into embraces, playful grabs of each other's crotch, and even passionate kisses.

And to our astonishment, the sales responded with a resounding surge. As we gathered the funds for our training camp, we were elated at the realization that the plan was working. And so, we embarked on our journey to the luxurious villa, our minds ablaze with anticipation and our pockets heavy with the spoils of our unconventional efforts. It seemed like nothing could thwart our path to glory.

The luxurious villa where we stayed during the training camp was a sight to behold. Its grandeur was matched only by the excitement pulsing through our veins as we prepared for the upcoming tournament.

The stakes were high, and with our newfound unity and skill, we were determined to emerge victorious. The days leading up to the tournament were filled with rigorous training sessions, tactical discussions, and moments of bonding among teammates. We were a cohesive unit both on and off the field, celebrating each small victory and supporting one another through every setback.

As the sun set behind the grandiose villa, our team couldn't contain the giddy excitement that bubbled within us. We had just won a big soccer tournament. The air was filled with the jubilant laughter and animated chatter of my teammates as we celebrated our victory. The opulence of the villa, combined with the elation of our triumph, invoked an ambiance of sheer exuberance. "Dang, this place is fancier than I thought it'd be. I feel like a friggin' prince or something," exclaimed Dave, his voice tinged with awe as he glanced around the lavish surroundings, taking in every minute detail of the opulent decor. "Right? And we totally deserve it after that epic win!" chimed in Mark, his enthusiasm infectious as he clapped a hand on my shoulder in camaraderie. "I can already feel the vibe for a celebration building up inside me!" The night progressed, and the cocktail of endorphins, alcohol, and unrestrained hormones fueled our giddy spirits, paving the way for unexpected developments. The lines between comradeship and something more became pleasantly blurred. The joy of our success seemed to ignite something primal and spontaneous within us. "Huh, who would've thought we'd ever end up making out with each other, eh? But it feels right, you know?" mused Alex, his eyes reflecting a sense of unexpected revelation as he peered thoughtfully at the assorted group of teammates who were locked in tender embraces around the extravagantly adorned room. "Yeah, I mean, I never would've guessed this is how we'd be celebrating, but let's be real, it's kinda amazing," Ryan added with a chuckle, a newfound sense of closeness evident in his relaxed demeanor. In the midst of the revelry, I found myself drawn to a fellow teammate, our eyes locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. With an exchange of bashful but expectant glances, our tentative touches kindled an inexplicable fire.

The warm, luxurious ambiance of the villa became an accomplice to the influx of intimate gestures that filled the air. It was as if the very fabric of the villa itself was complicit in encouraging our newfound boldness. "Whoa, I... I never thought I'd feel so comfortable like this, you know? But it's like we've found a whole new level of connection," confessed Ethan, his voice tinted with a newfound vulnerability yet a sense of unshakeable contentment as he shared a tentative embrace with another teammate. That night, after the initial hesitancy dissipated, my teammates and I took a step into the unknown. Admissions of enjoyment echoed through the silent corridors and bedrooms, resounding like joyful proclamations of newfound freedom and acceptance. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and above all, liberating. Each caress, each kiss became a testament to our unrestrained passion and the newfound depth of our camaraderie. As conversation grew quieter and the night grew darker, the followers of the moon, we reveled in each other's company, finding solace and assurance in our newfound bond. With the darkness as our canopy, we reveled in the newfound facets of our companionship, entangled in a web of warmth and acceptance. "The way we're all feeling right now, it's like we've found something incredibly special. A bond that's beyond just being teammates, you know?" mused Tom, his voice laced with newfound fervor as he savored the unfolding moments of unexpected intimacy.

The following morning brought with it a fragile sense of uncertainty, as if we had collectively dared to venture beyond the boundaries of convention and now questioned the consequences of our actions. Yet, with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration, we confided in one another, unveiling our shared experiences of the previous night. As each teammate bared their soul, an unspoken realization dawned upon us – an understanding that what we had shared was not merely a passing dalliance but an uncharted terrain of undeniable attraction. The very teammates with whom I had shared the field had become the anchors of solace and affection, the confidants of unspoken desires. Indeed, our interactions had transcended the realm of mere teammates; we had become something more, a cohort bound by affection that had blossomed amidst the intensity of competition. It was a revelation that left me both bewildered and undeniably stirred, for it was a truth that had emerged quietly yet resolutely. As we grappled with the evolving dynamics within the team, the tournament loomed before us, presenting an opportunity to put our newfound unity and skill to the test.

The bright stadium lights illuminated the expansive field as we, the formidable team from the city, stepped onto the grass, confident of imminent victory. Alas, fate had other plans for us, as the soccer gods cruelly deemed us unworthy and eliminated us from the competition in the preliminary round. Our hearts weighed heavy with defeat, a looming shadow cast over our spirits.

"Boys, we have a duty to attend the Beaucon party tonight," Mr. Hardwork reminded us. Reluctantly, we exchanged glances, acknowledging our commitment to our sponsor despite the overwhelming disappointment that shrouded us. As we arrived at the lavish party, the atmosphere was vibrant and pulsating with energy.

Amidst the sea of guests adorned in Beaucon's finest, a striking figure stood out. His name was Miles, a man of undeniable charm and allure. He approached me, sensing the despondency that clouded my countenance, and offered solace in his comforting embrace. "Hey there, Lenny. I couldn't help but notice the despondency etched on your face. Let me offer you some comfort," Miles said as he drew me into his comforting embrace. A warmth spread through me as he tenderly stroked my cheek, his touch a fleeting respite from the bitter taste of defeat. Before I could comprehend the turn of events, I found myself enveloped in an air of opulence, lying in Miles' bed as he bestowed upon me a potent gift of intimacy, forever altering the course of my destiny.  

"You're a natural, Lenny. I can see a bright future for you," Miles murmured, his words carrying a sense of assurance that both comforted and perplexed me.

Little did I know, my teammates were also surrendering to a similar fate, each becoming a trophy boy in their own right, ensnared by the captivating allure of the rich and powerful clients of Beaucon. In the wake of these unforeseen events, a shocking revelation dawned upon us—a twist of fate that rendered us speechless. Mr. Hardwork, the very mentor we trusted and revered, had orchestrated our transformation into gay trophy boys, a fate far removed from our aspirations of professional soccer glory. "I told you that I would manage to train the boys to be gay trophy boys," Mr. Hardwork declared triumphantly to Amy. "At least that way they have a promising future - they certainly didn't have what it takes to be professional soccer players!" Amy, the enigmatic figure behind Beaucon's machinations, approached us with veiled congratulations, delivering the sobering truth of our newfound destinies: "Congratulation boys, you have become perfect gay Beaucon- boys! I guess you are all interested in a modeling job with Beaucon, right!" she announced, her words hanging heavily in the air as we grappled with the sudden enormity of our transformation.

A modeling job with Beaucon, a life not of soccer prowess, but of glamorous allure and tantalizing mystique. Amidst the tumult of emotions that surged within us, one thing became undeniably clear: we were no longer mere soccer players, but unwitting participants in a subversive scheme. Our identities as athletes had been overshadowed by our new reality, one that beckoned us into a world of seductive charm and enigmatic allure, urging us to embrace our new roles with unyielding acceptance. So the humble soccer team had changed irrevocably, our pursuit of athletic prowess extinguished and replaced by the allure of a future of opulence and enigmatic allure. As we looked at each other, the truth that had been missing became starkly clear: we were no longer soccer players, but objects of desire - veritable trophy boys for wealthy Beaucon clients!

And me, Lenny? I'm now one of Beaucon's gay poster boys, living with Miles as his docile trophy boy.

Red In Mind & Body

Peter Robinson walked out of the luxury hotel he had been staying in into the busy streets of Shenzhen with luggage in hand, he had arrived in China a few days ago as a representative of Electro-Dynamics in order to attend an important technology/trade fair and make a few deals with Chinese providers in a bid to secure millions of chipsets for a new product his company was developing.

The trip had been a complete success and Peter was happy that he would now finally be able to go back home, back to the states.

When he first heard he was going to be sent to China he protested but after he was offered a fat bonus if things went well he accepted but with doubt still lingering in his mind.

The reason why he didn't want to go to China was that he felt that the government there was the worst, he even had posted a few anti-CCP posts in the past on his Facebook as he was a huge advocate of democracy and human rights, things the CCP wasn't known for at all.

Despite this once Peter arrived in Shenzhen he was completely amazed at how modern the city looked, in many ways it was better than some cities back in the states as it even had a noticeably superior public transit system that Peter had the chance to use a couple of times

In one of his free days, Peter went to a museum and his mind was blown even more when he learned that only a few decades ago Shenzhen was a small village whose population didn't surpass the fifty thousand mark and now in only a short time it had transformed itself into a large metropolis of over ten million people and was now the home of the Chinese silicon valley.

A loud beep made Peter leave his thoughts for a moment as a black luxury car parked in front of him, the polarized window in the right door lowered itself and revealed a familiar shape.

-"Hey Zhang!" Peter said happily as the Chinese man that had been his conductor smiled and got out of the car in order to help Peter with his language.

-"Hello Peter!" Zhang said as he grabbed Peter's luggage and placed it in the car's trunk while Peter quickly got into the car.

Once the trunk was secure Zhang walked towards the driver's door and hopped on, after putting on his seatbelt he stepped on the accelerator and pulled out of the small parking area and into the busy night traffic.

-"How was day?" Zhang asked as he looked at Peter from the car's retro visor.

-"Good I had the opportunity to go to this rooftop restaurant with some app developers, it was pretty great, then we went to this nice park close by," Peter said as he looked at the eyes of the old man.

-"How about you?"

-"It nice, but little down that you will go" Zhang said with a little sadness in his voice.

-"I'm sorry but this is how it is" Peter said as he laid more on his cushy seat -"But don't worry I'll probably be here faster than you think..."

-"Really?" Zhang asked as he stopped at an intersection.

-"Well I'm not supposed to say anything but my company is very happy with the new chipsets deal so they want me to come here in a few months to secure more of them".

-"That good" Zhang said as he turned the car left.

-"Yes, apparently my company is now in love with Chinese technology" Peter said as he looked at the window and saw the tall skyscrapers outside zooming past him.

-"You don't sound convinced" Said Zhang in a more serious tone than before -"You don't want to come back?"

-"No it's not that Zhang, it's just that this place is ruled by a government that violates everything I stand for, yes I accept that it has made a lot of improvements to the people here and I don't have anything against the Chinese people or you, I just don't like your government at all, and it's really hard for me to try and justify why I am here" Peter said with full honesty as he now felt guilty about accepting that bonus.

-"It's okay Peter, you live in the west after all..." Zhang said "You no understand what china went through, how it was humiliated by nations like yours, how we were punched into submission, but now we are strong, and nobody will ever mess with us or by the eternal glory of Mao and the all-mighty CCP we will destroy you!" Zhang said as he suddenly increased the speed of the car and turned right into a somewhat dark abandoned alley.

-"Zhang what are you doing my flight is leaving in an hour!" Peter said as Zhang stopped once the car was deep enough into the alley so that no one else could see them or hear them.

-"Don't worry Peter you won't leave" Zhang said as he removed the keys from the ignition and before leaving the car he cryptically said -"Don't fight what's coming, you'll soon understand us"

With that said, Zhang got out of the car and quickly locked all the doors so that Peter couldn't escape.

-"What the hell Zhang!" Peter screamed as he struggled to open the car's door at his side to no avail.

Meanwhile, Zhang looked at Peter's desperate attempts to flee with a smile as he pressed a button in the keys that released a sort of green gas from the air conditioning vents.

The gas rapidly accumulated in the small confined space of the car's cabin and once Peter took in just a little bit of it through his nostrils he immediately felt sleepy which made him panic even more.

-"Zhang get me out of here!" Peter screamed as he banged on the car's window which wouldn't budge as they were made of bulletproof glass, with each minute that passed and the more gas Peter breathed into his system, his cries for help became much more silent and his punches much more sloppy, before Peter could even notice it his eyes finally closed and a black void consumed his mind.

Zhang meanwhile walked away from the car as a black van entered the alley through the other side, once it was literally in front of him a group of men in biological suits loaded themselves out of the van and walked towards the car in which Peter was now deeply asleep.

One of the men after proving that Peter was indeed asleep approached Zhang and saluted him which Zhang quickly also did.

-“感谢张先生的服务，我们伟大的领袖和国家一定会报答你……” (Thank you for your service Zhang, our great leader and nation will repay you highly...) the man in a muffled voice through his mask.

-“谢谢你，我所做的一切都是以中国的名义，红了心身！” (Thank you, all I did was in the name of China, red in mind and body!) Zhang shouted with pride

-“身与心都红！” (Red in mind and body!) The man responded as he stopped saluting and walked away towards the other men which had just opened the door of the car and had pulled out Peter's unconscious body.

With a lot of team effort, the men placed Peter's body onto a stretcher and secured it with a few belts, once they were done they pushed the stretcher onto the black van in a hurry as they didn't want anyone to stumble upon their little operation.

Once the stretcher was in the van all of the men quickly climbed into the back compartment and closed the set of double doors that separated them from the exterior world, then the engine of the van roared as it pulled away from the alley leaving Zhang and his car alone.

The noise of dozens of men and their boots hitting the irregular and puddle-filled floor had been replaced by a somber silence that was only interrupted by the intermittent noise of clothes waving above from cables and the faraway noise of construction work and car hooking.

Zhang smiled one last time as he thought about how his long-held dream was about to become true, all thanks to the great mercy of the leader, the party, and his country.

A sudden beep distracted Zhang momentarily as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his bank account had just received a transaction that amounted almost to a million dollars.

Zhang laughed as he imagine what he would do with all of the money, but before he could ponder on this any further a new message popped onto the screen.

-“请明天上午 8:00 到此设施展示自己” (Please present yourself at this facility tomorrow at 8:00 a.m) bellow the text there was also a small map that pointed out an area outside the city in what used to be an old abandoned factory.

Zhang took note of this message and quickly got into his car, he then pulled out of the alley and onto the busy streets of Shenzhen, as night turned into the morning the world slept peacefully not knowing that the red dragon they already feared was about to become much stronger.

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White and more shades of white, that was all Peter could see when his eyes finally opened, his sense of hearing could only perceive the buzzing of the lights placed on the roof and floor around him, lastly, his nose was attacked by a certain clinical smell one can only smell in a hospital waiting room.

-"Is this a dream, Did I die?" Peter thought as he got up from the floor and noticed that he was fully naked, Peter immediately covered his small equipment with both of his hands in shame as he felt like he was being observed.

This conclusion was correct as from the other side of the apparently solid circular white walls there was a glass that permitted a large group of CCP officials, military generals, and scientists to have a 360° field of view of Peter's naked body.

All of the men patiently waited for the show ahead of them, suddenly the only door to the observation deck opened which made all of the men stand up and salute.

The one and only Xi Jinping entered the room followed closely by his security detail, once Xi saluted back and ordered everyone to sit down he immediately walked towards the head scientist who was slightly trembling in front of a large futuristic-looking computer set-up.

-"习主席很高兴有你在这里" (President Xi is a pleasure to have you here!) The scientist said as he saluted Xi.

-"这位凌医生不用手续，开门见山" (Leave the formalities out of this Dr. Ling, get straight to the point) Xi said uninterested as he was supposed to be working that morning but a group of military officials told him to attend a presentation of a new technological device that could help the nation and Xi's plans of global hegemony.

-"是的先生" (Yes sir!) Dr. Ling said as he turned around and started to type a few things on the computer, immediately a window opened which showed a human figure and a few arrows around it that pointed towards a few stats.

-"我提出的是从根本上解决我们国家必须解决的三个主要问题，首先是出生率下降，未来中国经济可能会收缩，因为没有足够的年轻人积极工作、消费和纳税，其次，我们内部的政治敌人正在缓慢但肯定地摧毁我们的国家，最后，西方不断挑战我们在世界上的统治和地位，这个项目，我个人的项目自 90 年代后期以来一直在努力确保这些问题将成为过去" (What I'm proposing is a radical solution to the three main problems that our nation has to deal with, firstly the birth rate is way down, and in the future, the Chinese economy may contract as there won't be enough young people to be actively working, spending and paying taxes, secondly, our internal political enemies are slowly but surely destroying our nation, and lastly, there is the west who constantly defies our reign and position in the world, this project, a project I've personally been working on since the late 90s will ensure that these problems will be a thing of the past) Dr. Ling said as he pointed at the screen and then at Peter who was still looking with caution the room around him.

Xi looked at the scientist and then at Peter with one of his eyebrows raised as the whole situation felt extremely silly.

-"您打算如何通过绑架可能导致战争的美国公民来解决这些问题?" (And how do you plan to resolve those problems, by kidnapping an American citizen which could potentially lead to war?) Xi asked in a mocking tone as he signaled his security detail that he was planning to leave.

-"是的，也不是，先生，您看到遗传学是一个不断发展的领域，今天我们比以往任何时候都更了解构成我们的小事物，将其与催眠和心理行为交流的新形式相结合，我们相信我们可以从任何背景的男女老少中培养出模范中国公民" (Yes and no sir, you see genetics is a field that has been in constant growth, today we know more about the small things that make us up than ever before, combining this with a new potent form of hypnosis and mental behavioral alternators we believe that we can make a model Chinese citizen out of every man, women, and child from any possible background) Dr. Ling said as he pressed the execute button on the screen.

Meanwhile, Peter who had finally gotten up from the cold ceramic-like floor felt a sudden pain coming from his left arm.

-"What was that?" Peter asked as he twisted his arm and observed a very obvious red swollen area that hurt greatly if it was touched, as Peter looked at this weird injury in his arm, he felt like boiling water was being injected into his veins from that area which made him grunt in pain.

-"他怎么了" (What is happening to him?) Asked Xi rather intrigued as Peter fell and started shaking on the floor uncontrollably.

-"纳米机器人先生" (The nanobots Sir) Dr. Ling responded without further explanation as he observed his life's work finally becoming a reality.

-"纳米机器人" (The nanobots?) Asked Xi as the scientist turned around.

-"是的，纳米机器人，当对象失去知觉时，我们将它们注入他的身体，现在它们正通过他的静脉扩散到他的全身" (Yes, the nanobots, when the subject was unconscious we injected them into his body, right now they are spreading all over his body through his veins) Dr. Ling explained.

-"这些纳米机器人有什么作用" (And what do these nanobots do?) Asked Xi

-"他们甚至在基因层面上都会改变他，他会彻底成为汉人，并且是一个非常爱国的人，一个永远不会怀疑中共最高权威和你的领导的人" (They will change him even at the genetic level, he will become Han Chinese through and through, and a very patriotic one at that, an individual that will never doubt the supreme authority of the CCP and your leadership) Dr. Ling said which made Xi feel like he was being pranked, it is impossible to do what Dr. Ling was describing yet from the windows Xi could perfectly see how Peter's body suddenly grew in length.

The computer emitted warning noises as Peter's heartbeat started increasing thanks to the accelerated changes his body was going through.

Peter's body had finally stopped growing when it reached a titanic six feet two, making him taller than the majority of the people that were observing his changes.

-"纳米机器人现在遍布对象的全身，总统先生，现在可以开始更重要的变化……" (The nanobots are now positioned all over the subject's body Mr. President, now the more important changes can begin...) Dr. Ling said to Xi as Peter's large gut contracted back into his body.

Meanwhile, in Peter's chest, his large pecs made of mainly fat also recessed back into flatness, simultaneously all over Peter's body any sign of aging was eliminated.

Wrinkles were replaced by smooth skin, Peter's balding head now had the lush set of hair he used to have in his mid-twenties, by the time the changes seemed to stop Peter was left in the body he had when he was 28 years old, the only difference was his new taller stature.

Xi's mouth opened wide as the previously fifty-year-old man in front of him was now decades younger, he wasn't the only one as the other CCP members, military officials, and scientists were now at the edge of their seats with a mix of amazement and fear plastered on their faces.

-"年龄回归过程刚刚完成，正在执行进一步的更改" (The age regression process has just finished, executing further changes...) Dr. Ling said quietly as he typed a text and clicked the enter button which immediately made the computer buzz as it sent to the nanobots the new orders.

-"Not again!" Peter thought as the heat came back in this time it was much worse as the nanobots that produced it were now everywhere, slowly changing him from the inside out.

What Peter or the other people that secretly watched him couldn't see was that his genes were slowly changing, new segments were being created and others were being eliminated, simultaneously while this was happening Peter's skin started developing a slightly yellowish tone as his melanin all over his body adjusted to the orders Peter's new genes were giving it.

To this, you have to add that the majority of the bodily hair Peter had seemed to disappear back into his skin leaving him completely smooth except for his scalp.

Speaking of which the hair in this area changed in color from Auburn with some white strands here and there to a completely black coal tone that slightly shined thanks to the lighting of the room.

Peter's hairstyle also changed as from the sides his hair receded back into his scalp, the rest of his hair also receded slightly but also acquired a spiky consistency, this left Peter with a hairstyle that wouldn't be out of place in a military base.

As Peter's skin tone appeared to have settled at a particular shade of yellow he felt a burning sensation coming from his dick, ass and nipples.

-"Shit!" Peter thought as he watched his dick become larger and larger between his hands, he then felt the pressure of his larger and very fertile balls growing behind his larger member, once his dick had reached an impressive nine inches in length it also developed more girth, by at least two more inches to be exact.

Peter's ass then grew considerably, leaving him with a bouncy bubble butt.

Almost simultaneously, Peter's nipples grew larger in diameter, and their pinkish tone changed to a light brown one.

Suddenly as Peter's skin continued developing a yellowish huge he felt like his eyes were being pulled at the sides, what was actually happening was that Peter's eyes changed into a slightly almond-shaped form, his eye color changed too as it went from a light hazel tone to a dark brown one.

This was followed by the sudden straightening and increased thinness of Peter's nose, then his lips became smaller, and his facial structure changed dramatically giving him a more oriental look.

-"这……这不可能……" (This...This is impossible...) Xi said as he observed the hung Han Chinese man in front of him.

-"不可能，但现在才刚刚开始，在这个阶段，总统先生，我们几乎完成了这个过程，现在主题已经转变为一个基因纯正的汉人" (It was impossible, but now it's just the beginning, at this stage Mr. President we're almost done with the process, right now the subject has transitioned into a genetically pure Han Chinese man) The scientist said as he started typing more commands into the computer. -"是时候一劳永逸地完成这一切了……" (Time to finish this once and for all...)

Before Peter had the chance to catch his breath from the previous transformation he suddenly felt live lava was flowing through his veins.

-"Fuck!" He screamed out loud as his body collapsed into the floor, this was followed by more cries of help as new pounds of muscle suddenly materialized all over Peter's body.

His arms were now the host of large biceps, muscled lower arms, and thick vein-like structures that made both of his arms look like jungle trees, arms that were connected to more bulging and stronger shoulders.

-"Stop!" Peter cried again as his chest experienced an outwards explosion of muscle giving him two large pecs that bounced up and down with each hard breath he took into his body

His abdomen then cracked and expanded slightly as a defined six-pack grew into existence where his large belly once was, this was also complemented by the more V-shaped body Peter now possessed.

Another loud crack was produced by Peter's body as his back grew larger muscles, especially in the area close towards his new larger shoulders.

His larger butt then developed more muscle as the effects of the nanobots cruised downwards into Peter's legs which at this point couldn't help him stand up thanks to them being unable to cope with his more muscled and heavier upper body.

Because of this the nanobots quickly stimulated the muscles in Peter's legs making them grow larger, this was made pretty evident as his calves became the size of boulders, and his thighs became as wide as his head was.

Lastly, Peter's feet grow slightly larger, with this out of the way any pain, discomfort, or heat Peter was feeling quickly went away as the dozens of nanobots all over his body become mostly dormant, except for the ones that had attached themselves to his brain.

-"What is this?" Peter said in his slightly deeper voice as he touched his new skin and slowly got up from the white floor.

The men in the observation area had gotten up from their seats and were sticking their faces at the window that separated them from their being of interest, the subject that had changed from a typical American businessman to a Chinese hunk.

He was perfect, he looked like one of the men in the CCP's propaganda posters, the mythical and superior Han Chinese man, masculine and fertile.

Contrary to any other stereotypes of Chinese men, the man in front of them had muscles everywhere, from head to toe, his dick was as large as a water hose and his oriental facial features shined with the soft glow of the lights of the room.

-"习主席你能跟我来吗"(President Xi could you please follow me?" Asked Dr. Ling as he grabbed a tablet that was previously connected to the central computer.

-"是的……当然……"(Yes... Sure...) Xi said as he followed the scientist out of the room with his bodyguards not being far behind.

After walking for a while the men arrived at a large door, next to said door was Zhang who was leaning next to the wall smoking a cigarette.

-"阿张很高兴见到你..."(A Zhang is nice to see you...) Dr. Ling said as he shook hands with Zhang.

-"快乐都是我的!" (The pleasure is all mine!) Zhang said as he looked over Dr. Ling's shoulder and saluted President Xi.

-"凌博士是谁" (Who is the man Dr. Ling?) Xi asked as Zhang had stopped saluting him.

-"就是这个人让今天的事情成为可能，作为交换，我们给了他丰厚的报酬，从今天开始，他将有一个新的儿子……" (This is the man that made what happened today possible, in exchange we paid him a hefty reward, and from today forwards he will have a new son...) Dr. Ling responded as he pressed a few buttons on the tablet which made the large door open with an almost quiet hissing noise.

This noise obviously startled Peter who covered his private area quickly which was no use as his dick was so large that his hands weren't able to cover it completely.

-"No need to be ashamed Peter..." Dr. Ling said in English as the door closed behind him.

-"What... What happened, what did you do to me?" Peter asked fully knowing that whatever happened to him it was the scientists fault.

-"You won't have to worry about those questions soon..." Dr. Ling said as he pressed a red button on the tablet.

-"Now Peter I want you to tell me, in front of our great leader, what do you think of China?"

Peter looked at the man next to Dr. Ling who he had previously mocked all over his social media.

-"I think your country is authoritarian, inhuman, and oppressive" Peter said wholeheartedly with no doubt.

-"Are you sure?" Dr. Ling asked

-"Yes I am... China doesn't have democracy, you'd do whatever to fulfill your goals, I mean look what you did to me!" Peter shouted angrily -"And oppressive as one can't say or even think certain things..."

-"I think that you'll reconsider your thoughts about our glorious nation soon enough..." Dr. Ling said as Peter started feeling dizzy and his head developed a headache.

-"No stop, what are you doing!" Peter cried as his headache became unbearable.

-"Where just making you like us..." Dr. Ling said as Peter collapsed into the floor because of the pain, he then proceeded to fall unconscious.

-"Mr. President this might take a while..." Was the last thing Peter heard as his eyes fully closed and his mind started being attacked by the nanobots.

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Peter startled himself awake, everything around him was black as the darkest night, the only thing Peter could point out of the vast darkness was the presence of a large and simple mirror that was conveniently situated right in front of him.

-"Get up!" A heavily accented voice said in English

-"Who are you?" Peter asked in fear -"Show yourself!"

-"Come to the mirror now!" The voice said again, for some reason Peter quickly found himself following this command as he was now standing in front of the mirror which showed his new Chinese self, yet there was something off with the reflection.

-"Look at you..." Peter's reflection said -"All lost and confused"

-"What the hell!" Peter shouted as he jumped backwards.

After this, the reflection laughs like your typical evil villain -"There is no reason to be afraid Peter, you are me or will become me in a short time..."

-"Never!" Peter screamed with newfound determination as the void around him seemed to become much more claustrophobic.

-"Oh but I know that you will..." The reflection said as an almost quiet choir started playing, the music that was calmly echoing through Peter's surroundings was the one and only Chinese anthem.

-"You don't want to accept it but your already me in physical terms..." The reflection said -"Give up your mind as well, give it up to a greater cause that matters more than you as an individual"

-"No!" Peter responded as the music poured into his ears and foreign words started forming on his tongue and mind.

-"Yes..." The reflection said -"You are Chinese, you were born here, you owe everything to the nation, to the party, to the leader, accept these truths and be at peace..."

Peter's head was suddenly attacked by memories of being born in a small village to two poor parents, when he was five the village was pretty much rebuilt by the government, and his dad, Mr. Zhang, was offered a job shuttling high-ranking CCP officials in Beijing.

-"No I wasn't born in China! I was born in America!" Peter said while fighting for his identity.

-"You weren't, how can you say such blasphemy, you born in the imperialist's homeland? The reflection countered -"You were born in the land of the people who rose up and refused to be slaves, the land where people are united and loyal to the party, the land that gave you education and opportunities!".

More memories this time of going to school in Beijing entered Peter's brain, he was an excellent student in every class, so much so that the party offered him benefits at a young age which made him appreciate the CCP more with each passing year, to that you also have to add that he loved history and during classes, he enjoyed showing off as he knew about everything there was to know about China, the country he loved and treasured, another thing the new Peter excelled at was sports, especially in basketball thanks to his taller than average height, he received hundreds of awards and trophies during his time at school, he even had the chance to travel all over the country and experience the greatness of it.

After graduating from high school he took the infamous geiko exam in which he scored enough to enter the most prestigious college in China.

-"See what your nation has given you?" The reflection asked -"The things it gave you made you extremely patriotic, before entering college you decided to first fulfill your patriotic duty and complete your military service, after it was over you left the barracks with more discipline, muscle, and pride for your homeland.

The more the reflection talked the more Peter felt like the life it was describing was his, he could recall graduating from college early thanks to his smarts and becoming a field engineer in the military.

-"Let your old imperialist pig life go away, embrace China, embrace the new you, embrace me..." The reflection said as the Chinese anthem was now echoing loudly all over the place, its lyrics and music became embedded into Peter's mind, its imposing yet soft music broke him from the inside in no time

The lyrics which at this point Peter couldn't understand slowly started to make sense as the Mandarin language surged into his head.

With each loop the anthem made not only did Peter lose another part of his old self but he also received even more knowledge of Mandarin, so much so that he could now understand every word of the anthem.

-"请我不要这个!" (Please I don't want this!) Peter said now in fluent Mandarin, he yelped in surprise once he noticed this but the reflection in the mirror quickly tried to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with this.

-"别担心，彼得，您现在可以说世界上最美丽、最富有诗意的语言，这种语言从一开始就被有远见的人使用，他们的贡献推动了我们的国家和人民走向未来" (Don't worry Peter, you are now able to speak the most beautiful and poetic language in the world, a language that was used since its inception by visionaries whose contributions advanced our nation and people into the future) The reflection said.

-"但是我不会说普通话，我会说英语!" (But I don't speak Mandarin, I speak English!) Peter said in a low tone as his mind was now almost under the reflection's control.

-"但是你当然会说英语，毕竟你要怎么和美国狗交流，但你说英语的时候总有一种不好的感觉，就像你用垃圾语言说出卖了你的人一样，但不用担心，总有一天，普通话将成为国际语言，而英语将只不过是一种语言，沦为一小群肮脏的猪，躲避我们伟大的国家!" (But of course you speak English, after all, how are you going to communicate with the American dogs, yet you always get a bad feeling when you speak it, like your betraying your people by speaking in a garbage language, but don't worry, there shall be a day when Mandarin will be the international language while English will be nothing more than a language relegated to a small group of dirty pigs in hiding from our great nation!).

By this point, Peter's mental fight had been won by the reflection, any ounce of resistance had been eliminated as a patriotic and totalitarian Chinese point of view hijacked Peter's mind.

As the anthem began a new loop Peter found himself singing each verse and word with the utmost pride and joy, as he did this the room around him suddenly turned a shiny white and he fell unconscious again.

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Dr. Ling stood back as the beast of a man in front of him rose up from the floor, every move it made was sharp and calculated just like that of a perfectly tuned machine.

When the man who was once Peter saw that President Xi was in the room with him, a sense of duty and servitude immediately rushed into his mind making him salute while standing perfectly straight.

-"很荣幸见到习主席!" (It's an honor to meet you President Xi!) The man said in Chinese without any shame as his large dick stood fully erect.

Dr. Ling almost chuckled at the shocked expression President Xi had on his face as he saluted back to the man while trying to look away from the enlarged dick and heavy set of balls he had between his legs.

As President Xi stopped saluting the man quickly did the same as he stood straighter than before and waited for orders or questions.

-"你觉得彼得怎么样?" (How do you feel Peter?) Dr. Ling asked as he started filling up a checklist on his tablet.

-"你一定误会了，我叫程子豪" (You must be mistaken, my name is Cheng Zihao) Cheng said without any doubt in his voice.

Check...

-"好的，程，你能告诉我你出生在哪里吗?" (Okay Cheng, could you please tell me where you were born?) Dr. Ling continued.

-"我出生在北京市，更具体地说是在离北京大约一个小时车程的一个小村庄里" (I was born in Beijing Municipality, more specifically in a small village about an hour away from Beijing proper)

Check...

-"你确定吗，我以为你出生在美国?" (Are you sure, I thought you were born in America?)

Cheng loudly scoffed -"不，我绝对出生在中国" (No I was definitely born in China) Cheng said in a monotone manner.

-"说到这里，你怎么看美国?" (Now that were talking about this, what do you think of America?) Dr. Ling inquired.

Cheng's facial expressions immediately transformed from relaxed to angry once he heard the word "America".

-"这是一个猪和帝国主义者的土地，他们一直在破坏我们伟大的国家和人民，他们应该被安置并被遗忘" (It's a land of pigs and imperialists that have always undermined our great nation and its people, they should be put in their place and destroyed into oblivion) Cheng said without skipping a beat, his voice full of contempt and anger, the sole mention of anything related to the USA would push him even further into wanting a war, after all his superior nation and the huge army he was a part of would surely encircle Washington D.C. in less than a week, cementing the victory of China and it's system that was so dear to him.

Check...

-"你在哪里工作?" (Where do you work?)

-"我在军队工作..." (I work in the military...) Cheng said slightly puzzled, wasn't he there as a representative of the military, a representative who was supposed to go under some weird tests? Shouldn't the scientist in front of already know that?

Check...

-"别担心问题，程" (Don't worry about the questions, Cheng) Dr. Ling said as he noticed Cheng's doubtful expression -"我们对你进行的测试可能会暂时模糊你的记忆，但不要担心不会发生任何不好的事情......" (The test we ran on you may blurry your memories momentary but don't worry nothing bad will happen...).

After hearing this Cheng immediately relaxed -"这家伙是一个非常重要的与中共合作的科学家，我为什么不相信他？毕竟中共是不会撒谎的……" (This guy is a very important scientist that works with the CCP, why shouldn't I trust him? The CCP would never lie after all...) Cheng thought as Dr. Ling continued with his list of questions.

-"那边的男人是谁?" (Who is the man over there?) Dr Ling said ad he pointed at Zhang.

-"他是我亲爱的父亲" (He's my dear father) Cheng said which made Zhang smile and slightly cry as a small group of tears flowed from his eyes.

Check...

-"最后……你怎么看中华人民共和国?" (And for last... What do you think about the People's Republic Of China?).

-"它是世界上最伟大的国家!" (That it is the greatest nation in the world!) Cheng said proudly knowing that he was a citizen of the growing red dragon.

Check...

-"中共呢?" (What about the CCP?) Dr. Ling added

-"中共让中国伟大，它是全中国人民的党，它给我们每个人带来了更多的繁荣和平等，我将永远忠于党和它的英明领导" (The CCP made China great, it's the party of all the Chinese people and it has brought more prosperity and equality to every one of us, I'll always be loyal and obedient to the party and its wise leadership) Cheng said as he put a hand in his heart and screamed from the top of his lungs -"红色的思想和身体!" (RED IN MIND AND BODY!)

Check...

-"好吧，士兵，我想就这些了，请跟着你父亲到附近的洗手间，在那里你会换上你的临时衣服，并在接下来的二十四小时内接受医疗监督，以检查一切是否按计划进行" (Well soldier I think that will be all, please follow your father to the nearby bathroom, there you will change into your temporary clothes and stay here under medical supervision for the next twenty-four hours in order to check that everything went on as planned) Dr. Ling said as he turned off his tablet.

-"是的先生!" (Yes Sir!) Chang barked as he started walking away with his father close by his side, a female nurse quickly appeared next to the door of the room with a towel in hand so that Chang could cover himself, once Chang had covered himself and had winked at the nurse both he and his father left leaving Dr. Ling and President Xi alone in the room.

-"那太不可思议了!" (That was incredible!) President Xi finally said as his mind tried to understand everything that had happened in the past couple of minutes.

-"我很高兴你喜欢它，先生!" (I'm pleased that you liked it, Sir!) Dr. Ling said rather calmly while on the inside he was loudly celebrating, his life's work had paid off.

-"他还记得什么吗?" (Does he remember anything?) Xi asked intrigued

-"那是伟大的事情，他没有，即使他有一天记得他曾经是谁也没关系，因为他脑海中的纳米机器人将永远留在那里，准备好压制任何不合时宜的想法，而其余的随着时间的推移，纳米机器人将化为虚无" (That's the great thing, he doesn't, even if he one day remembers who he once was it won't matter as the nanobots in his mind will stay there forever ready to suppress any thoughts that go out of line while the rest of the nanobots will dissolve into nothingness as time goes on).

-"这改变了游戏规则……有了这项技术，我们将统治世界!" (This is a game-changer... With this technology, we shall rule the world!) President Xi remarked in a villainous voice as Dr. Ling lightly smiled knowing that he had done his part to secure the existence and world dominance of China, his homeland.

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Hey! Long time no see, I know that I haven't been as active but I've been busy with college assignments and projects almost every week since I entered in January, this story is the result of me having a few free minutes where I wrote whatever I could, with that out of the way I want to say that I don't condone the CCP and it's actions in any way (Love China, love the people, the government is a whole other thing...), if something this story is more of a parody (Seeing the Chinese government propaganda in political discourse class stayed with me and I wanted to use it and make it even sillier with this story), anyway I hope I'm not giving the CCP any ideas 😬...

As always stay safe and enjoy!

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Parent Teacher Conference

As usual I wasn’t paying attention when my teacher Ms. Krandall returned my test. In bold red letters an F was circled next to the words, please see me after class. Normally I wouldn’t worry, but I could tell in her eyes this was far more serious than usual. So after class I slowly marched to my doom up to her desk.

“Ms. Krandall?” I sulked.

“Johnny, this is another test you failed. I know you said you would try harder next time, but it shows that you aren’t interested. Your father and I will have to discuss this during parent teacher conferences tonight you understand right?”

Immediately I imagined my dad getting angry and the outburst he would have, but my father was also lazy. “What if my dad doesn’t come?”

Her response back was immediate, “then I can call him and we can set one up if that’s better.”

“No no no no no, I’ll make sure he comes. I’ll let him know it’s important.” She gave me an understanding nod. The terror in my eyes was enough to convince her this would happen.

“Wonderful, I look forward to seeing your dad,” she replied as I gathered my things and hurried out.

My buddy was waiting in the hall. “So, is it bad?”

“It’s bad, if my dad finds out I’m toast.”

“He doesn’t have to, you know,” he said as we walked along.

“Oh? How is that possible,” I retorted with a snort, unable to comprehend who I could have go in his place.

“You could go as your dad,” he offered. I turned to look at him like he was crazy, but that big smile on his face convinced me that he had a plan. Before I could ask him what he meant, he started to explain. “So hear me out, what if we turned you into your dad.”

“Okay I know you’re crazy now,” I chuckled, finding his idea ludicrous.

“No seriously, I did it last year. My brother showed me how; we can do it for you. Just meet me over at my place, bring some bigger clothes though.” A little stunned, I watched him head off excited. At home, I acquired a few things from my dad’s closet, a pair of shorts, a shirt and a recently laundered pair of underwear. On the way out I grabbed his boots and headed over to my buddy’s house down the street.

He was waiting for me in his kitchen, brewing up something in a pot. “Johnny, perfect timing,” he said, ladling some white drink into a cup for me. “Drink this!” He commanded, thrusting it in my hands.

One sniff confirmed what I needed to know. “I’m not drinking that,” I said firmly as the smell of old spice bubbled from the top of the glass.

“That’s the fastest way to get it to work, but if you’re insistent.” He smacked my hand causing the brew to spill over me. I was going to yell at him, but he grabbed my shoulders and steered me to a mirror. As I glanced at my reflection, thick curly black hairs popped out from under my collar. “Come on man, let’s see what’s happening!” My friend was already pulling at the back of my shirt curious as to how much I was changing. It got tighter as I quickly tried to pull it off, my bare skin was no longer furless, a thick coating of hair traveling across my chest and down my abs.

“Is that me?” It stunned me as my friend put another glass in my hand. “Do I really have to drink this?” He urged me to. Pinching my nose, I downed the concoction hopeful I wouldn’t be able to task any of it. Gut rumbling I felt warm and hot, my skin was filling in with thick curly hair. Down my arms it went. With this hair, I watched my skinny arms and biceps balloon and blow with new muscle. Veins popped under the hair on my arms, my flat chest blew out with two strong pecs. My friend’s face was astonished as I grew before his eyes.

Immediately I dropped my shorts and watched the cascade of hair roll down my thighs and legs. The muscle inside expanded as it took over. My face filled in with a thick shadow on dark hair, a mustache prominent along my upper lip. I flexed to show off the new muscle, we were both astonished, but I looked more muscular and hairier than I did older. “Is that it?”

“No just wait,” my friend commented as more changes became apparent. The dark black hairs started to fade, some turning grey as a streak of smattering of peppered hair scattered along my head. Dark circles formed under my eyes as a tiredness I’d never felt hit me. My firm pronounced pecs began to sag, the clearly defined abs sank in a little as some fat grew in around them. “Nearly done,” he said, as I watched wrinkles form in the corner of my eyes. “And done.” He pronounced proudly.

The deepness in my voice surprised me, “whoa. Wow, I really do look a lot like my father.” It was miraculous to see myself this way. Strange feelings began to set in, an urge to control the thermostat, the need to crack a bad joke. “What’s happening?”

“OH! You must be getting into dad mode,” he explained. I was entering a new phase where I would act like a father to truly sell the experience I was trying to pull off.

“So strange, I’m already starting to feel disappointed in a kid I don’t even have,” I commented. He nodded, handing me my dad’s clothes and explaining how important it was for me to get in there and get out. The longer I stayed like this, the harder it would be to reverse the effects. “Trust me, you don’t want to be stuck like this.”

With my disguise I quickly got dressed and had my friend drive me over to the school. As I walked along I found myself reminiscing about a life I never experienced. It was as if I was remembering back to a time where I walked these halls way back in the day even though it was just earlier that afternoon. It was surreal to think that this alter ego of mine was trying to take over me. I forced these feelings back down as I showed up to Ms. Krandall’s room.

“Uh, Ms. Krandall?” I asked gently, knocking on the door. She turned and I felt my heart stop. I’d never felt this way about her before, but seeing her standing there made my heart flutter. Something about her looked stunning.

“Yes?” She asked. It took a moment for me to snap out of my sudden feelings to explain that I was Johnny’s father. “Oh, Johnny’s father! Perfect! We have a lot to discuss!” I sat down across from her expecting for her to explain how horrible of a student I want, but that’s not what she said. “Johnny is actually a really brilliant young man, the problem is he doesn’t apply himself,” she pulled out my previous homework. “See he knows what he’s doing, but he gives up in the middle of it. Can you explain to me why? I really want him to excel!” The way she cared deeply moved me. She wasn’t out to get me, she really wanted me to blossom in her class.

“I can have a talk with him,” I said, trying to sound stern. Our eyes met and I felt this strange spark between us.

“Really? I don’t want him to think he’s in trouble though. I just want him to apply himself. Do you think tutoring would help maybe or perhaps if I offered him something more challenging?”

I felt a dad joke brewing its way up as I fought the urge to let it out. “What are your thoughts?” She asked, looking over my assignments. I was struggling as father mode took over, I began to look at the assignments realizing how lazy I truly had been.

“I think he can do better, and I think I know how to get him to do that,” I said. Her face lit up and all I could think about was how wonderful her eyes looked when she smiled. I gave a small grin back at her and she blushed. “I know this is a little forward, but would you be interested in going out?”

She blinked surprised, but reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her number. She was about to hand it over when she stopped. “I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. You’re the father of one of my students.”

I reached out gently touching her hand, the father side of me taking over. “It’s just coffee,” I said. She blushed and let me take the piece of paper. “Is there anything else I should know?”

She shook her head and I stood up, as we walked to the door she stopped me. “My names Eva.”

I was nearly skipping when I walked up to my buddy’s car. “How did it go?”

“I got her number,” I said with a smile. His face looked horrified.

“Dude! We gotta change you back quick! You just asked out your teacher!” Suddenly it dawned on me what I’d just done. “Come on let’s get back to my house quickly!” He sped off, immediately my dad persona came to life as I told him to slow down, use his turn signal and turn off the disrespectful junk he was listening to. “Oh man,” he kept muttering as we reached his house.

He started counting down the hours since I’d first drank his potion. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me confused and seemed like he was struggling. “I think I made it too strong. The spell is starting to ripple out and actually make you a…” He trailed off for a moment as I watched his face contort. His facial features began to morph and change until he was blinking confused. “H…How did it go dad?” He asked as I watched him take over my role.

“Well Eva, I mean Ms. Krandall and I talked and we both think you should apply yourself more. You’re obviously a brilliant kid, but you lack the motivation. So… what if I got you a gaming system?” He blinked at me a few times before agreeing that would be a fair incentive. “Perfect, oh… another thing. I’m taking Eva out for coffee next weekend. I hope that’s okay with you champ.”

“It’s okay with me dad,” he smiles, taking on the role of Johnny as I become a better father for him.

Reap What you Sow

“Another satisfied client,” Alex mused as he watched them walk down his drive. Off behind him chimed a reminder that his favorite client would be showing up soon. “Perfect, I think its time.” He’d been planning for this day all season and with the show wrapping up for the summer today would be harvesting day. Like clockwork KJ’s car showed up parking in front of the garage. “Good morning man!” Alex came out from the house giving his friend a bear hug.

They smiled at one another, KJ’s body ripped and ready to go another session. Alex was already eyeing it when KJ wasn’t looking. “Okay so what are we working on today?” KJ asked seeing the set up.

Alex knew for this to work he’d have to get KJ exhausted. “It’s a burnout kind of day. You’ll do as many of each thing as you can until you’re burned out.” KJ groaned a little hating these kinds of days, but got to work on the rowing machine. Alex forced his protégé to flit from machine to machine, watching the sweat built up across his chest. Each machine that he did only caused the sweat to grow as well as his scent. The gym filled with it, making Alex salivate as he inhaled it in.

They moved from machine to machine until KJ made it to the last machine, Alex stood behind him just watching the veins popping in each forearm. Sweat was beading along his chest, his biceps were pumped. KJ groaned as he did pushed himself to do 35 deadlifts before he dropped the weights. “Crap man, I’m…”

“Parched?” Alex said offering him a recovery drink of his own creation.

“Uh yeah,” KJ began to sip the concoction. The refreshing fruity taste helped him relax, his muscles were loosening up as Alex waited nearby. “Mmm, this one’s new what’s in it?” Alex waited to respond, taking the moment to walk up behind KJ and knead the muscle in his shoulders. KJ loosened up like putty, choosing to lean back toward Alex. All he could do was smile as KJ was about to get his surprise. Alex leaned down as KJ went lax. KJ’s head lifted back and Alex took the opportunity to plant his lips across his.

KJ’s eyes flitted open, he seemed stunned for a moment, but as the liquid in his system began to increase his hormones, he let out a softened moan. There was a moment where KJ wanted to break way, but soon the electricity between them left him wanting more. He never wanted them to stop kissing. His shorts tented as Alex moved around from behind him positioning himself in KJ’s lap. He ran his hands over KJ’s sweaty pecs and biceps; touching what he would soon possess. KJ was too horny to realize this was all a rouse as he pressed his lips harder against Alex’s.

Their make out session turned up as the liquid increased every sense for KJ. KJ was so turned on he wouldn’t have even cared what Alex did to him. Alex’s chance to strike had arrived, using his finger he wrote a symbol in the sweat on KJ’s glistening chest. KJ’s chest puffed up like a balloon and then popped. He let out a deep breath as his chest deflated flat against his chest leaving hardly any trace of his pecs. All while this was happening Alex drew a similar pattern on his chest. It began working in reverse for Alex as he inhaled a deep breath. His muscles perked up, his chest expanding as he felt the muscle expand beneath his skin.

It was so difficult for KJ to understand what was happening as they continued on with their hormone game. The next thing to go were his biceps. He inhaled sharply, inflating his biceps and then exhailing making them deflate so much he was left with twigs for arms. Alex enjoyed gaining KJ’s arms, flexing and pulling his treat closer as he sucked the muscle out of his back. “Lay down KJ,” he said pushing KJ back toward one of the weight benches. Doing what he was told, he laid on his back as Alex climbed on top of him undoing his shorts. A rush of adrenaline hit him as Alex wrapped his hand around KJ’s member through the cotton of his boxers. To him it felt like an amazing way to end his workout, but to Alex it was a feeding frenzy as he took his friend’s abs, making them shrink until barely noticeable. He continued to take more away from KJ, his hunger for KJ’s hard work outweighed his ability to stop.

It just felt great to him to have KJ’s power, to absorb his gains for the past few years. He’d been building KJ up for this moment and soon he would take what he’d help grown. KJ’s thighs were rapidly shrinking, getting thinner until he barely had any muscle at all. It took everything in Alex not to just absorb what left of KJ there was, but if he did then he’d have hell to pay with the studio. So, as he drained the last drop of muscle out of KJ up until the point of no return. It was almost painful for him to not just take it all, but he did admire KJ; so with one final kiss he felt his friend blow a massive wad in his underwear. The explosion was so intense it left a blank look on KJ’s face as his memories reset.

Alex leaned in and whispered what KJ needed to know; he was a tv star, but he needed to bulk up for his role, so he’d spend extra sessions with Alex growing and building up muscles once again just like they’d done year after year when Alex reaped his reward. Slowly KJ sat back up blushing, Alex looked him over wondering if maybe he’d gone too far this time. His friend was skin and bones, they’d be spending a lot more time together. Hopefully there would be enough time for him to bulk back up again. “You okay buddy? How was that first workout?” He asked helping KJ to his feet.

“It was great, I’m spent though. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Definitely, and each day after that,” Alex said smiling as KJ collected his stuff. He watched his skinny little friend walk out of the garage as he flexed his newly acquired mass. “See you soon KJ,” he smiled excitedly, looking forward to seeing how big he could get KJ this time. Behind him his calendar dinged, reminding him that another client would be arriving. He licked his lips watching KJ back out looking forward to the next celebrity that would show up. 

Avengers Disassembled

"The Captain"

A 5 part story!

Brad breathed a sigh of relief as he finally spotted captain America in plain clothes walk though the warehouse doors. Super heros were never respectful of the time of the people who were trying to destroy them. The broad shouldered avengers walked cautiously though the entry way, shield held gingerly at his side. Brad had submitted a desperate anonymous call for help on a non police frequency and he had figured that the star spangled hero would show up. He smirked from the shadowy crate wall he was hiding in; getting ready to make his entrance. It wasn't so much that he hated superheros. That whole loki buisness in 2012 was super annoying. It's just that he had never forgiven the avengers for using his brand new buic as a shield against the alien invaders. Brad grimaced, standing up and walking out into the light. He hadn't even finished paying off the damn thing.

"Captain! Good of you to finally arrive, I only submitted that call 15 minutes ago!" He said strutting confidently into the open. Captain america froze. In a confused almost battle stance with his head cocked to the side.

"Are you with the young lady that submitted the tip that their was human trafficking activity in this warehouse?

Brad gave an annoyed look. His voice didn't sound that feminine. Yet another reason to dislike these Neanderthals of superheros.

"Yes sir, I'm glad you're here. I've been dying to meet you."

There was no way for the super soldier to know this, but Brad had been gifted with supernatural abilities ever since he had saved a cosmic being from being discovered by the media. The gross looking little alien had told him to only use the power to make the world a better place or some bullcrap like that. Brad grinned as his eyes started to glow bright green. The way he saw it, fixing the avengers like this was doing everyone a favor.

"Son," captain america said in a tired voice. " if this is for another Instagram stunt I am very disappointed"

Brad rolled his eyes as he prepared to rework captain America's reality. The superhero continued on

"I'm tired of all the kids your age only caring about their own popularity."

Brad smiled. Bingo

" captain," Brad said with a laugh

"Don't you mean kids OUR age?"

The super hero didn't even get the chance to comment on brads terrible pun as Brad snapped his fingers and a flash of light enveloped the hero.

The hero could only blink as every part of his identity melted away and his reality was rewritten.

Brad always liked watching this process. It was a huge turn on. The heros face started to reconstruct itself as a Latin tan spread up his neck. His previously blonde turned a beautiful black and began to curl. A dark goatee appeared on his face for only a moment as his ethnicity finished changing. Brad was ridiculously attraced to this new latinized super soilder, and debated stopping the reality alteration right there. He sighed and let the transformation continue, sure the end product would be even better.

As the world continued shifting around them, the new and improved captain america began to age backwards. His inflated muscles began to soften to a more aesthetic, cute size. He quickly lost height. Shrinking down until he stood roughly 5 foot 8. A pouty smolder appeared on his face as his clothing shifted. The plain fabric he had been wearing changed material to a more sporty nylon. A college ruby logo appeared on his shirt. Finally the pants he had been wearing traveled up his bulging legs and became a pair of short work out shorts that framed his now soft bubble butt nicely. His shield collapsed in on itself until it was a musky gym bag.

The room around them blurred and transformed into the local college gym. Brad smiled and snapped his fingers as the transformation finished. The new 22 year man in front of him shook his head, as if waking up from a trance. Brad spoke up

"Carlos! Dude it's good to see ya bro!"

The new man in front of him grinned and came in for a side hug.

Brad bro! It's been forever, I didn't know you worked out here! Hey you still thinking about joining the rugby team here? Me and the guys could use someone like you!

Brad shook his head, happy the transformation had resulted in this new hottie he could get along with

" naw hernandez, I know your the captain of the team but I'm not really built for that haha."

The new carlos laughed it off and winked at Brad.

" fair enough big guy, hey let's hang out later? I gotta hit the showers before classes. "

" Sure thing dude, just be sure to send me a post workout pic. You know I love seeing the pump."

The once supersoldier, now college hunk smiled and gave the thumbs up. With that he strutted away to the locker room. Brad was happy with the work he had done and started looking for the exit of this gym he had been transported to. It was always hard for him to get used to the new memories the reality altering brought about.

As he made his way through the university his phone buzzed. A message from a number he didn't recognize. He opened it and immediately blushed and grinned. the new Carlos did in fact send over a post work out pic. Brad kept walking towards the exit, trying to ignore the tightness growing in his jeans. For some reason whenever he altered reality the new people usually ended up attracted to him. Not that he was mad about it.

It was incredible how only a few moments ago that stud was an american hero. Now he could serve his community in a different way. As he neared the exit of the building he focused up and started to brainstorm on his phone. Which avenger would he take down next?

Thanks for the interest in the stories everyone. I'll be doing 4 more of these so keep your notifications on haha. If you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to comment or message! Hope you enjoyed.

CHAPTER 2: Lloyd’s Wild Ride

(WARNING - contains some animal tf)

“Not in the barn??”

“Not in the barn,” Rich echoed as Max ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He plopped down on the single bed they had occupied the night before, while Lloyd paced around the room. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It was early afternoon now, a full four hours since the boys had awoken to find their buddy Roy had gone. They had spent the better half of those four hours searching for him in and around the ranch, to no avail.

Lloyd cleared this throat. “Well we can’t leave here without him,” he said, “unless one of these guys knows how to jump start a car—“

“We’re not leaving him here,” Rich said. He scratched at his crotch through his new jeans. They were fitting very comfortably, ironically. And yet something kept bothering him down there, almost as if the jockstrap had a mind of its own…

“Maybe he left us here,” Lloyd said, “maybe he called an Uber or something and went up to his parent’s place himself!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t get an Uber in… whatever part of the state we’re in.” Rich kicked the dust on the floor with the tips of his new boots. Max had been meaning to ask him where he got the new clothes, but there were more pressing matters at hand. “Max?” Rich continued, “what do you think?”

Max knew if he were to say it out-loud it would only sound scarier. The fact was that they had scoured every inch of the property, looked under every hay bail, opened every barn door. Roy was no where, but more than that, there was no evidence that suggested he traveled anywhere past the barn. This meant one and only one thing: something had happened to him. What that something was, Max did not know, but he had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with those…

“You boys want somethin’ else to drink?” It was Beck. Again. Only instead of beer, he had three tall glasses of water. They seemed to glisten in the early afternoon light now burning through the windows. Max knew better than to accept the cowboy’s drinks.

Lloyd, however, did not.

“You’re a saint man,” he said, grabbing one of the glasses and chugging it down.

“Damn son,” came another voice from behind, “you drink like a horse.” Thom emerged from the shadows behind Beck. He had clearly been working out in the field; his shirt was off, exposing the titanic muscles and light dusting of chest hair that sent everyone in the room in to a brief, but thick haze.

Max shook it off. “You didn’t happen to see anything unusual out there, did you?” He asked Thom.

The cowboy just shook his head. “I ain’t seen nothin’ yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I do!” He turned away, and Beck faced them again, a sly smile on his face.

“There aren’t—“ Rich stuttered, still in a bit of a daze, “there aren’t any dangerous… I don’t know… predators around these parts, are there?”

“Predators? Ha!” Beck let out a deep belly laugh. “Why, the closest thing to a dangerous animal we got is Thom back there, but only once you get him under the sheets if y’all know what I mean.” The mere image of it: that man hot and sweat drenched under a thin sheet, cowboy hat still on, viciously fucking the living daylights out of any poor soul who could handle his probably gargantuan baseball-bat of a cock.

It was enough to send all three boys into a state. So much so that a full minute could have passed before Beck finally spoke up again.

“Y’all could always check the horses.”

“The horses?” Lloyd’s ears seemed to perk at the sound of the word.

Beck nodded. “I’m really not sure what they could have done, but those stables back there are a labyrinth. Very likely he could be back in one of those.

Lloyd didn’t even bother to ask why Roy would want to do such a thing; the thought of seeing the horses suddenly sounded very exciting to him. He was already starting to follow Beck out when Max said, “wait! Where are you going?”

“The stables! We haven’t checked there yet, right?”

“I did, about three times,” Rich said. He was practically grabbing his crotch now, scratching so hard, Max began to wonder if he was getting an erection.

“Everything okay down there?” Max asked.

Rich shook his head. “These new jeans are really starting to bug me.”

“Yeah, where did you get those anyway?” Lloyd asked the question on everyone’s mind.

Rich motioned to the barn. “Over there. Over by the—“

“Stables.” Max finished. Things were starting to come together, he thought. “It’s settled then. Lloyd and I will go check again by the stables. You stay here and call us if anything goes wrong.” Rich nodded, and with that, they were off.

It was remarkable how well kept the stables were. Lloyd was used to the stables at the place he used to go horseback riding. Smelly, murky, floors messy with god knows what. They were never his favorite place to be per-sea, but as he walked into the stables on The Ranch, with their crisp brick tiles, impeccably finished wood paneling and sweet, hay-like aroma, he felt like he was on another planet.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Max said. He was looking in every single stable. Beck had given him the key, and he had resorted to opening every single gate. There were horses in almost every one. Big horses, scary horses. And yet, each one quietly and politely stepped aside whenever Max walked in. They let him look around, inspect every corner, and then gave him a generous “huff” as he walked out. Almost as if they were trying to say something to him…

Lloyd was no help at all. Since they had arrived, all Lloyd could do was admire the space, observe the horses, the architecture. Hell, he even spent three minutes just looking at the hay.

“I doubt anyone is going to be in there,” Max joked as he shut the door to the second to last stable.

Lloyd looked genuinely offended. “How do you know? I know he’s in here. He’s just got to be. I feel it, you know?”

No, Max didn’t know. He didn’t know why Roy had vanished. He didn’t know where Rich had gotten those itchy jeans. And he certainly didn’t know why Lloyd was acting so strange. Gone were his usual sarcastic come backs, his air of ease and confidence. Being around the stables, he seemed lucid, oblivious, and yet completely alert.

Max did know one thing though. They had to get out of there. Fast.

“Well, if he’s going to be anywhere, it’s in that stable over there,” Max pointed to the one in the far corner, farthest from the door. “It’s the only one without a horse in it.”

Lloyd peeked inside. Sure enough, the stable was empty. Eerily empty. A soft breeze blew from behind, drawing both of them closer towards the locked door.

“I… I hear him!”

“What?”

“I HEAR him!” Lloyd said again, “In there! In the empty one!”

“Hold on hold on, just give me a sec,” Max was fumbling for the key. It dropped out of his hand and into the crack beneath the bricks. “Shit,” he muttered. But that’s when he heard a slam. He looked up to see the door had opened on its own. Not only that, but Lloyd was already half way towards the empty stable.

“Lloyd, WAIT!” But it was too late. Lloyd ducked inside and the door SLAMED shut. Like a trap. “LLOYD!” Max booked it across the room, the horses stomping their feet and “neighing” as he passed.

He threw himself against the door. It wouldn’t budge. He looked inside threw the bars. The first thing he noticed is that Roy was not in there. Not only that, but he couldn’t hear anything. Noting except the labored breathing of Lloyd, who was standing, frozen in the center of the stable.

“Lloyd,” Max said calmly, “are you okay?”

Nothing. Lloyd just continued to stand, panting.

“I’m coming in there, just stay put.” He was about to run back to the key when he heard his friend say:

“Max?”

He stopped. He turned around, just in time to see Lloyd turn back towards him, a look of genuine bewilderment on his face. He cleared his throat and said, placid, “have my hands always looked like this?”

Max’s jaw dropped. For a split second, he thought Lloyd was holding two black cans in each of his hands. But then he realized that they weren’t cans. They were hooves.

“Oh my god,” Max’s voice trembled in Lloyd’s ears, but Lloyd barely registered it. Instead, he focused  on his two new hands. He felt their weight, clapped them together. The sound they made seemed to ricochet throughout his body. It trembled through his spine, through his skull. And in one swift motion, his back cracked.

Max screamed. Lloyd felt his entire body begin to re-shape itself. His back was now arched premaritally, and his hoof-clad arms were beginning to stretch out. “Oh my god oh my god,” Max continued to flip. “HELP SOMEBODY HELP!”

Lloyd just groaned. He was starting to loose balance on his feet when his entire body seemed to inflate with muscle. His tendons expanded, his chest growing so large it was ripping through his shirt. But as Lloyd could see, these weren’t ordinary muscles. These were the muscles of an animal.

It all hit him at once. “MAX!” He cried out, “Max what’s happening to me??”

“I… I…” for Max, it was impossible to describe. How would you tell your friend that they were turing into a horse?

Lloyd could no longer stand. He fell onto his hands, and just as he did, he heard a loud RIIIIP as his behemoth ass tore through his shorts. He turned around to see it rise and rise like a soufflé, and just as it was almost level with his head, he felt something hit his lower back. He closed his eyes, searing from the brief shot of pain. When he opened up, he saw a long ropy tail waving just above his cheeks.

“Max… Max I nneeeeigh,” it rolled out of his throat so instinctively that he almost didn’t notice. All he could pay attention to was the rough brown hair now starting to cover his entire body. He felt the hair on his own head extend all the way down his arched back, and grow longer and longer until it was a thick mane. “I neeeeed to get out of hhheeeeeeigh.”

But Max wasn’t listening either. He was watching in awe as his friend’s neck thickened and expanded. He watched as his face grew very long, his eyes moving to the sides of his head. He watched as Lloyd’s nose turned black and wet, forming into a long snout. It huffed as he made out his final words:

“Help… me…”

But there was nothing he could do. Lloyd knew that now. And as he watched Max back away from the bars of his new stable, Lloyd felt a new sensation run through his body. Something painful. Something pleasurable. Something hot.

He could barely see it, but he could feel his dick start to expand under his expansive belly. He could feel it stretch past its normal erect length of 6 inches… 7 Inches… 10 inches… 12 inches…

By the time it reached over 19 inches, he could make out its fleshy pink skin and its diamond head. Another wave of pleasure, and Lloyd watched as the head began to flatten itself out, almost as if someone were pressing a hot iron to it. It grew a dark color of brown, which he then felt ran itself down the length of his penis like a warm hand.

He “neighed” once more, this time feeling as the full weight of the transformation, its pleasure, its change, begin to overtake him and send him into an orgasm so explosive, he had to stand up on his two hind legs.

Lloyd bellowed hard, his horse body shook, and rope after rope of hot cum rocketed out of his cock, painting the side of the stable and even flying out between the bars. Max had to duck to avoid his buddy’s spunk, which steamed on the cool wood as he fell back onto his hooves and pranced around the stable, feeling his new body.

“L… Lloyd?” The horse gave a huff in response. Clearly, Max thought, he must still be in there. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words just wouldn’t come. He was standing in front of a horse that used to be his best friend. This was unbelievable. This couldn’t be real.

I have to warn Rich, was the second thought that crossed his mind. He needed to get Rich. He needed to get in that car. And they needed to get the hell out of there. How he would help Lloyd (or find Roy) he did not know. He just knew that this ranch was a trap. A magical, mystical trap, and if they didn’t get out right there and then, god knows what it would do to them.

“Stay here!” Max yelled to horse Lloyd, “I’m going to get help!”

Lloyd protested with a loud whinny that echoed around the stable. He stomped his hooves and screamed for his buddy to come back. But Max was already half way down the stable. The other horses “neighed” to him too, but he blocked out the sound. He threw open the doors to the stable, ran out of the barn, and sprinted across the field back towards the house.

“RICH!” Max yelled the second he burst inside. The house was empty. Dark. Something was wrong. “RICH!” he yelled again running into the kitchen. No Rich. He looked in the hallway, opened every door to every room. Finally, he reached the bedroom—their bedroom. He shook the handle. Locked.

“ARE YOU IN THERE?” He was practically screaming now. All he could hear inside were Rich’s moans and groans. Something was happening. And he had to stop it.

“I’M COMMING IN!” Max said. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. They might have gotten Roy. They might have turned Lloyd into a beast. But they weren’t going to get Rich. Not on my watch.

With one, hard kick, the door came down.

Max froze. Rich was inside alright. At least, the man sitting in front of him looked like Rich.

“Hey stranger,” the man said with a smile, “lookin’ for a ride?”

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

CHAPTER 3: Twenty Five Minutes Ago

Rich was starting to get nervous. It’d been almost a half hour since Lloyd and Max had left to check the stables for Roy. Granted, Rich didn’t do a very thorough job looking the first time around. That was back before they suspected any suspicious activity, back when they thought their friend had just wandered off by accident.

But as the seconds on his wrist watch ticked by, the ominous tension that had settled comfortably over the three of them just thirty minutes ago had grown thick and unbearable. He checked his phone. No service. Perfect.

Through the thick darkness came a quiet suspicion that grew in Rich’s mind like a tumor: what if the same thing that happened to Roy happened to them?

He wasn’t going to wait to find out. Not anymore. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed his coat off of the bed, but when he got up to put his new boots on, he realized that they were stuck to the floor.

“What?” he whispered audibly to himself. He tried to lift them up to see if they had stuck to anything, but the boots wouldn’t budge. “What on earth is— OW!”

He felt his jockstrap constrict around his nuts. Quickly and briefly, but enough to get his attention. Rich yanked the pants down and stared at the cotton pouch holding his dick. He hated to admit it, but the squeeze had gotten him a little chubby.

“What’s the matter with these things?” Rich said to himself, “it’s almost like they have a mind of their own…”

And that’s when he felt something strange. No, he saw something Strange. The jockstrap seemed to… snuggle him. Constrict even so slightly, so as so send a warm chill throughout his entire body. They did have a mind of their own. But how?

“Roy?” Rich couldn’t believe the word came out of his mouth. It was impossible. No, it was implausible.

But at the sound of the name, he felt another soft squeeze. His blood ran cold.

“Oh… my god.”

He didn’t know what to think, what to feel. He was wearing his best friend. No. He had to be imagining this. There was no way… was there?

He didn’t want to stick around to find out. In one swift motion, he pulled the pants back up his legs, slipped both feet into the boots, and resisted Roy’s tugs as he marched towards the door. He was going to find them. He was going to get Lloyd and Max, and get them the hell off of this ranch before anyone—

“Whoa, slow down there son.” Rich stopped. Standing in the doorway right in front of him was Beck. Same cowboy hat. Same jeans. No shirt. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“To find my friends,” Rich said, mustering up all the confidence he could. The musky smell coming off the cowboy’s bare chest was intoxicating. “We’re leaving.”

“Already?” Beck said, slowly advancing on him, backing them both up into the room, “but what’re you goin’ to do ‘bout your missing’ friend?” Rich made a quick, almost involuntary glance down to his pants. It was all Beck needed to know. “It seems you might’ve found him already.”

“What did you do to him?” Rich felt the fury build hot in his chest, even as he stepped closer and closer back to the bed.

Beck placed a sweaty palm over his right pec. “I swear on my grandmama’s grave, I haven’t seen that boy since y’all were drinkin’ with me last night.” He smiled, showing off two roes of impeccably handsome, white teeth. “But I have seen some crazy crazy things go down on this here ranch. I wouldn’t be surprised if your friend…” he glanced back down at the jockstrap, which was poking out of Rich’s unzipped pants “… lost himself along the way.”

“What… what kind of things?”

Beck smiled. “Why, we had a couple come by just the other week. They complained ‘bout how we didn’t have no bed sheets so… well…” Rich turned around to look at the quilt and sheets, “needless to say they’re a lot more comfortable now.”

“Impossible,” Rich whispered to himself. This had to be a nightmare. A dream. A fantasy.

“Oh not at-all!” Beck laughed, “why, I ‘member when I was a scrawny young thing like yourself.” Rich swung back to look at him, confusion painted across his trembling face. “That’s right. I was drivin’ back from school one day. Took a wrong turn. Ended up here.”

Beck threw his colossal arms up to motion to the space, sending a fresh waft of his musk right up Rich’s nose. Beck smiled. “But then Thom found me. Turned me exactly into what I was meant to be; a nice big piece of meat to keep him company and look after the ranch while he was away. He transformed me, just like he transformed your friend Roy down there.”

Rich stumbled back, falling ontop of the bedsheets as the giant, hairy cowboy towered over him. “And… h—how did he do that?” Rich asked.

Beck smiled. “Well that’s what Imma ‘bout to show you.”

He watched as the thick bearded face lowered itself down, down, until it was blocking out all the light, and all Rich could see were Beck’s two small eyes staring down at him. They closed, and he felt something wet and hot touch his lips.

Rich had been kissed many times before. Girls in high school, girls in college. His girlfriend, of course. Every night before they went to sleep. But nothing compared to the sweet, calming feeling of having Beck’s lips pressed up against his, having his beard gently scratch his cheek, his neck.

Slowly, as if falling into a deep slumber, Rich’s defenses fell, and before he could say or do anything to stop Beck, he was kissing him back. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms tight around the his thick neck, and buried himself deeper into the man’s wide embrace. He felt his warmth, his sweat, his smell, tangle with his hot, messy clothes, and seep into his skin, filling his whole body with heat. Raw, sexual heat.

He felt his pants start to rub up against his skin, violently, as if telling him to stop. Beck took notice of the denim itching his bare chest, and looked up. “Here,” he said with a little laugh, “let’s get you out’a some of the clothes, shall we?”

Rich nodded. All it had taken was a few moments of kissing for him to completely forget that he was wearing Roy. By the time he was down to only his jockstrap, Rich yelped. “Wait! Stop.”

“Somethin’ the matter?” Beck asked with one hand clasped around the elastic strap, which was writhing in his hand.

Rich smiled. “I want him to experience it too.” He could feel Roy’s surprise. The jockstrap stopped moving suddenly, and instead started to tighten again around his waist and ass.

Beck just smiled. “I like how you think boy,” he said, and gave him another kiss. Rich closed his eyes once again as he felt Beck’s scruff tickle its way down his neck… down his cleavage… down his abs… and all the way down to his pubes, which were starting to peak out of Roy’s upper band.

Then, Beck kissed the fabric. If Rich wasn’t hard enough already, he certainly was now. Beck continued to suck and caress his ever expanding cock through his friend’s fabric. As he did, Roy grew more comfortable, more relaxed, and Rich could feel the strap moving and adapting to his primal rhythms as he writhed across the bed sheets.

“Hmmmmmm.” Rich couldn’t hold himself back. Having Beck down at his dick was the single greatest thing he’d ever felt. He reached over and pulled the cowboy hat resting on the bed frame, and placed it on his head. He was feeling more and more like a cowboy every second.

Beck looked up to see the hat. He grinned, growled, and threw Rich over onto his stomach. The young man gave a small yelp at having been tossed around so easily, but it was cut short as he felt Beck’s two strong hands pull his ass forward by Roy’s straps.

Rich could feel hot breath on his ass. It tensed in anticipation for what was to come. The anticipation grew and grew, until Rich was whimpering… “please… please…”

Beck grabbed both cheeks, shoved them open, and buried his face in-between.

“GOD!” Rich’s eyesight went fuzzy. He could barely make out the room through the violent waves of pleasure that blurred his vision. He looked over to the mirror across the room, his reflection slowly coming into focus.

“No… It can’t be… It’s not real… It’s not—”

But it was. Rich’s body was changing. He could see his beard coming in, thick and scruffy, just like Beck’s. He could see his shoulders broadening and the remaining body space filling with muscle. He watched as his pecs jetted out bellow him like two large pillows. He watched his biceps balloon like a gorilla’s. He watched his forearms harden and expand, donning a fresh coat of blonde hair that was slowly starting to make its way across his entire body.

The sheer act of watching himself change was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever felt. He literally watched as the handsome, young man with a bright future and a hot girlfriend, transformed into a dumb, horny cowboy with enough muscle to lift three hay bails at once. Not to mention he had an insanely hot man eating out his ass, and now they were starting to look a lot closer in age.

“God damn,” he whispered to himself. His voice was noticeably deeper, a Texan twang mixed in for good measure. Beck lifted his face up to look at them in the mirror.

“Look at choo boy,” Beck said, playfully spanking his ass, “you’re already turnin’ out bigger than we imagined!” Rich wasn’t listening. He was still marveling at the cowboy staring back at him in the mirror. Is that… me?

But before he could answer that for himself, he felt Beck throw him around the bed again (this time with a little more effort). Rich landed on his back, and he felt his legs lift up over his head as the man towered over him with a sick grin. “But y’aint there yet son,” he said as Rich heard him unfasten the buckle on his jeans.

“What’re you—FUCK!” Needless to say, Rich had never had a dick in his ass before. But his wasn’t just any ordinary dick, and now, thanks to Beck’s magical rim job, this wasn’t an ordinary ass. It was like a key fitting into a lock. As all 10 inches of cowboy cock slid into Rich’s eager hole, he began to realize that this is exactly what he had been transformed for. He was about to become nothing more than a stupid, sexy farm hand, a cock sheath for Beck, Thom, and whoever else stumbled onto the ranch.

In those final moments, Rich thought of his girlfriend. Not in a longing way, but in an almost unsatisfactory way. How could he have wanted anything other than this? Had he really planned a future outside of this place? Was that a future really worth living?

He felt the heat rush to his dick. Along with it came all of Rich, his thoughts, his attractions, his memories and identify. And as he felt his load explode all over Beck’s sweat-drenched chest, he became the cowboy he was always meant to be.

“RICH!” He heard someone call far off in the distance. Is that my name? he though, and as if he’d read his mind, Beck looked over to him and smiled.

“Looks like someone’s lookin’ for you Rich,” he over enunciated it to highlight its ridiculous sound. “But I don’t think that name suit you very well, don’t it?”

“No sir,” Rich said, still reeling from the orgasm.

“How ‘bout we call you Rick. That’s close enough right?”

Rick could barely answer. He was still to focused on Beck’s big bulbous chest, the fresh hot spunk covering his abs, and the dick growing soft inside his ass. Thinking had clearly become something of a chore for him.

“Yeah…” he whispered, “Rick…”

“Well Rick,” Beck pulled out and pulled up his pants. His cock left a massive outline in his tight, boot-cut jeans, “you better get some clothes on. I’m sure Roy there’s gonna be a lot more ‘commidating now that he’s got a taste of this big mouth.” Beck laughed, but all Rick (and Roy) could think about was how hot it had been having Beck go down on him. “Don’t worry,” he said again, “there’s plenty more where that came from.”

He shut the door, leaving Rick on the bed in total silence. He threw his head back, the cowboy hat tipping down over his eyes. Damn, he thought, what I’d give to take a nice long nap right ‘bout now.

But Rick knew he had a lot of work to do. Around the farm, servicing the other men. But right now, he had one priority and one priority only: Max.

“Poor lil’ boy don’t know what’s comin,’” cowboy Rick said with a little laugh as he got up off the bed and slipped into his favorite jeans. Rick moaned with pleasure. Clothes were a cowboy’s best friend, after all, and as the jeans slid comfortably up his thick meaty legs and up to his sweaty, cum-soaked jockstrap, it was like they felt complete again.

He was just reaching down to put on his boots when he heard someone SLAM on the door. “RICH!” He heard the voice say, “ARE YOU IN THERE?”

Max. Rick smiled dopey, and sauntered back over to the bed. He spread his legs ever so slightly and puffed his scruffy chest, so the first thing the boy’d see when he walked in would be a big sexy cowboy just waiting to service his every need.

“I’M COMING IN!” Max announced, and burst through the door.

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

FML: Dominance

I loved my boyfriend dearly, but things sometimes just did not fit. He was perfect everywhere but in bed. I was tired of always having to be the one to top, tired of always needing to take care of always being in control. I decided to make a few changes.

One night, as you were making out I told him I wanted to try something new with him. I told him I was going to turn on some porn while I got ready for some special fun. I had found a website that had promised to provide a video that would change my sweet bottom to someone a little more… gruff. I started up the video, and firmly held my boy in my lap. I looked away as a spiral danced on screen, and I could feel him start to resist. “No, what is this? What is this!?”

I held him firmly and whispered in his ear “Hush, it will be okay babe. Look at how relaxing it is. Just ease your mind, it won’t hurt. You want to be good for me don’t you?”

The spiral continued to turn and I could feel his struggle weaken as he became completely entranced. His eyes were wide and his mouth drooling. His mind was ready for some changes.

I stepped aside and began to watch him as the video began to give its instructions:

“You have always been such a good boy. But good boys need to grow into good men. You want to grow don’t you?”

“You feel yourself maturing, developing into a healthy young man. Men are strong, men take control, men can dominate. They know when to bulk and when to trim the fat.”

Quickly, my boyfriend began to age up a bit. He landed around 27. As he aged, he proceeded to mature. His thin body developed strong muscles as new pecs pushed out of his chest. Arms pulsed as muscle poured in. A deep V was established as abs were sucked out of his body.

“A strong torso needs a strong base. Men support themselves where boys are sometimes weak, physically and mentally”

Legs strengthened and toned, strengthened and toned as they went through years of training. Toes curled as feet cracked wide and reshaped into thick slabs to support the new weight.

At the same time his brows developed a deep furrow, as though his mind was working overtime.

“Grooming is important to strong men, especially gay men. Boyish locks give way to straight hair and fur. They smell and look fresh. ”

His hair straightened as facial hair pushed out of his jaw, leaving a fine mustache and a fine layer of stubble. The patch of hair on his chest wrapped around his muscle, cradling his pecs and abs, emphasizing their strength. I began to quietly rub myself as my new boyfriend was taking shape.

“Men don’t bottom. They… They……”

And the video began to buffer.

My boyfriend quickly came to his senses, and glanced over at me, confused.

“Hey man, what are you doing in my room?”

“Your room? Babe, this is our room.”

“Dude, not this again. I broke up with you years ago. You were always so… boyish. When are you going to mature?”

A sinking feeling hit, “Nonono, come on. Work you stupid thing, work.” I rushed over to the computer and tried refreshing the page.

Right then, the video glitched back on, me standing in front of the computer. I stumbled back to try to avoid it, but my boyfriend caught me. His eyes had already begun to glaze over as I was now subjected to the spiral. My will to.. resist qu…quickly… faaaaded.

“Men… fur…strong. The strong… smell… of men.”

My boyfriend, subjected to a second round, began to erupt in fur. It covered every inch of his torso as he began to sweat with the effort. The thick forest trapped the sweat quickly as a musk began to permeate the air. I too felt electric as my body began to push out a beard of my own, and sweat gleamed on my forehead.”

“Torso… bulk and…fat… accents muscle.”

He began to develop a fine layer of pudge that filled out his body. He looked as though a bulk had gone just a little too far but it perfectly accented the strength in his arms and chest. Myself lacking in much muscle, I began to feel warm as a mix of muscle and fat poured onto my frame together, leaving me panting at the new strength.

“Men…bottom…and top…Dominant…and horny.”

We both began to glance at each other as we felt the next changes hit. Our cocks began swelling….5…6…7…8…9 inches and hard as steel. We began rubbing our bulges as balls became heavy with new sperm. I began to feel the need to pin him down. I wanted to fight him, to get on top, to feel control. At the same time, I wanted him to mount me and ride me like the stallion I was. To feel worshiped. To feel power. I caught him wink at me, out of the corner of my eye, and I needed to pound him right there, but the spiral kept control.

“Support…strength…physically…gay…bro-… mentally.”

I felt my eyes widen as a steady stream of drool poured out my mouth. Exercise regiments and nutrition filled in where college and high school had been. I felt my brain come down to a slog as I just felt the need to… workout and… fuck…just…take…overrr…bruuuuh. A dumb chuckle started next to me and I found myself joining in, unsure what I was even laughing at.

“Good…men…when this video comes to an end… comes to… come… cum… CUM.”

Two shots of jizz arched to coat the screen as to deep grunts were released into the air. I turned to my boyfriend and he looked back at me. God he was beautiful. He was such a good looking bro. I needed to… I needed… I needed him.

———————————————————————

“You ready to submit to daddy this week?” My boyfriend texted, showing off his gains this week. I could smell his musk and taste his cock from here.

“Fuck no bro. You’re going to be moaning on this pole tonight. You better clean out that bussy.” I shot back with a pic of my own.

He was always a bit more cut, both in his muscles and his beard, but I was just as strong and ready to dominate him. I couldn’t wait to get done with our couples workout, grab some fuel, and fuck my man silly. Well, sillier than he already was, bro.

BREEDR

I wake up, slightly relieved I’m not hungover. Maybe I would have been if James hadn’t ditched me. I look down at my phone and furrow my brows. I have a missed call, a voicemail and an Instagram DM all from James left at 4:09am last night. Damn, that’s pretty late, even for James. I listen to the voicemail, struggling to hear James’ voice over the loud thumping club music in the background.

"AY BRO, ITS JAMIE! YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT THIS PERSONALITY TEST IM SENDING YOU, MAN. ITS FUCKIN CRAZY DUDE.”

James' message catches me completely off guard. Since when the hell did this 5'6 gay twink start using the word 'bro'? I mean, I was just with the boy at Glitter & Groove last night, the city's hottest new gay club. And, as expected, he ditched me by the end of the night to go off with some beefy daddy type. The daddy claimed he was straight, but for James, that's just a challenge. He loves the whole idea of "turning straight men gay." Personally, I've always believed that if a straight guy ends up in bed with James, well, he probably wasn't that straight to begin with. You can’t just change someone’s sexuality, but James always thought different. Damn though, that beefy daddy seems to have left a mark on him, got him to say 'bro' and shit.

“bro thiz is the new personalty test i did its so accrate check out the lynk belw"

Damn, this boy’s got an English degree. I can’t remember the last time I saw him make a spelling mistake. It must have gotten really crazy last night.

Anyway, what’s this he sent me? The personality test… ‘BREEDR’, it says. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning. I don’t got anywhere else to be. So, I click the link and am presented with the flashy homepage.

“IT FEELS SO GOOD TO RELEASE WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE INSIDE”

Discover Your True Self: Take our 10-Minute Test to Unveil Who You Are at Your Deepest, Most Primal State

I click on the test. It’s just the expected usual run-of-the-mill online personality quiz.

You enjoy learning new things

As a recent English graduate, I can't help but chuckle. Well, I'd be a complete fraud if I said I didn't. I click "yes" on that one. After all, I did just spend years immersing myself in literature and analyzing complex texts. Learning is practically in my DNA now.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like dogs more than cats

I guess. Though I must say the question seems pointless. How does this affect my personality. Whelp, I don’t know what I expected from a stupid online personality test. Sure, I guess I like dogs more.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like hanging out with friends

Are there people who don’t like hanging out with their friends? Okay, faster I get this over with the better. Sure, I’ll answer yes.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

I click quickly through the boring questions until one startled me.

You like big muscles

My eyes widen. Strange question, but I'll roll with it, I guess. I mean, it's not entirely untrue. I've always had a thing for guys with big muscles. There's something about the roundness and masculinity that I've always found appealing. It makes me feel safe and protected, you know? Damn, why am I hard thinking about muscles? I seriously need to get laid. Anyway, I'll just answer honestly. I click "yes" and move on to the next one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You frequently attend to the gym

I chuckle to myself as I read the next question. "You regularly visit the gym and actively engage in weightlifting." Well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I have gone to the gym a few times, but I wouldn't say I actively go. I've always been more of a skinny guy, and the idea of lifting heavy weights in front of all those big, musty meatheads is a bit intimidating. Not to mention the stench in the local gym’s locker room always stank, which didn't exactly make me want to go back. I guess I'll have to answer "no" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Wait, I pressed “no”. Why did it put in “yes”. I try to click “no” again but it seems as though my answer is locked in. Fuck, that might fuck up my results. Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

You often find yourself flexing and admiring your muscles in front of the mirror

I scratch my head, my bicep rubbing off my cheek. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I do sometimes. I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxious bodybuilders or anything, but if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I might do a bit of flexing. But come on, doesn't every guy do that? I spend hours in the gym every week; is it really that narcissistic to want to show off my biceps every now and then? I guess I'll reluctantly answer "yes" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You engage in manscaping and frequently wash your body

I do shower quite a bit, especially after going to the gym. Can't stand the thought of going about my day feeling all sweaty and grimy. Besides, the locker rooms at the gym can be quite the stinkfest. I've walked in there and almost turned around immediately. It's like a mix of old socks, musk, and sweat lingering in the air. It's not the most pleasant environment to say the least. So yeah, I guess I'm a little more bothered by bad smells than the average guy. So, yeah, I tend to shower a lot. As regarding the manscaping, I’ve never been able to grow much body hair. Can’t even grow a beard. So, manscaping has never really been a problem for me.

Yes [ ] / No [-]

I curse under my breath as I realize my big fingers accidentally clicked "no" on the question about being bothered by bad smells. Great, just my luck. Hopefully, it won't have too much of an impact on the final result. As I take a deep breath, a sudden hot stench fills my nostrils. It's strong, and I can't help but follow it like a sniffer dog, tracing it to its source. I lift up my arm, and there it is— a wild, tangled forest of armpit hair producing that foul odor. I can't help but give it a nice scratch and shrug. Maybe I did answer that previous question correctly after all. My last shower was almost four days ago, and it looks like my armpits are making up for lost time. Who cares, right? I scratch the scruff on my face, accidentally staining it with my musty stench. I smirk, finding the stench kinda amusing. Let’s just carry on with the test.

You feel at one with your bros

I continue to absentmindedly sniff my own stench, looking at the question. Fuck everyone smells so fucking strong, especially the pits. My bros? I don’t know if I’d call anyone my bros, but I guess in this context, someone like James would be my bro? Like my buddy or something. Yeah, I guess I feel at one with my him and he’s my bro. So, yeah. Me and the bros be pretty in sync my dude. Like we part of a dog pack or something.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like to think hard

Fuck, these pits bro. They smell so fucking good. Fuck, oh shit, I’m doing the test man. I forgot. Thinking hard? I mean, I can think hard. Like I’m smart and shit, I think. I went to college… or am I in college? I forget. What was I doing? Oh yeah, the test. I can think but I guess I prefer not to?

Yes [ ] / No [-]

You want countless children

Do I want children, bro? Uhhh, I don't think so. I've never really thought that far ahead, bro, huhuhu. I mean, I'm too busy with college right now, you know, having a blast and getting laid with all the boys I could possibly dream of. I don't have time for any of that family stuff, bro. I'm living my best life in the moment, and kids are not in the picture right now, that's for sure. It’s a “no”, bro.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Fuck! Did I click "yes"? Words are so fucking hard sometimes, bro. All the letters just get all jumbled up in my head. But hey, I know how to read, though! I'm not stupid or nothin'. I'm studying Engli… I mean, I'm studying… I'm studying business. And business is for bros who have brains. And I have a brain, bro! It's just that sometimes my thoughts get a little lost, you know? But I'm smart and I know it. Gotta keep that confidence, bro!

You feel the primal urge to breed and impregnate as many girls as possible

Fuck, just reading that made me so hard bro. Why am I thinking of big bouncing tits. Stop, I’m gay! Get that shit outta ma head bro. Fuck… imagine some bimbo sliding down my 8 inch cock bro… no! Not… straight. Don’t want to… breed… girls and… impregnate them… with my alpha seed. No… fuck i’m gonna bust bro. No! Just… don’t think about… don’t think about BIG BOUNCING BOOBIES.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I busted a fat nut all in my boxers, bro. It’s a sticky mess down there. I could clean it up but… fuck it, it’ll be fine.

I look up at the screen and see the words

SUBMITTING RESULTS

RETRIEVING BREEDR PERSONALITY PROFILE

I stare at the loading screen, my mouth agape as drool trickles out and onto my big, bouncy pecs. Just seeing that loading circle spin puts my brain at its maximum capacity, bro. It's like my whole world has become this little circle, and I can't focus on anything else. All I can think about is what my result is gonna be, and I'm so damn excited to find out. It's like waiting for the game-winning touchdown in the last seconds of the Super Bowl, bro. I can feel the anticipation coursing through me, and my heart's pounding like crazy. I can't wait to see what kind of bro I'm gonna be, dude!

YOUR BREEDR PERSONALITY IS…

FRAT

FUN-LOVING

ROWDY

ACTIVE

THOUGHTLESS

Fuck, bro! This personality test is so fuckin' accurate, man! It's like they peeked into my brain and saw every little thing about me. It's crazy, bro! I feel like I'm seeing my own reflection, dude. How the hell do they do that? It's like some sort of magic or something, huhuhu.

I gotta share this with the bros, man. I’ll post the link in the University LGBT club’s groupchat huhuhu. It’ll be funny to see what kinda BREEDR personalities they’ll get.

Anyway, dude, I gotta get ready. Me and the frat bros are hittin' up the Freshman Fair today. Gonna go hang out with Jamie and see how many hot babes we can impregnate, bro. It's gonna be a sick day, man!

Mr. Iadanza

Once Math class was over, Henry lingered behind. He approached his teacher, Mr. Iadanza, with a sad look on his face. “What’s wrong, Henry?” Mr. Iadanza asked. “Here, sit down with me.

Henry sits at his teacher’s desk. He meekly avoids eye contact with his teacher.

“I’ve just been thinking lately…” Henry decompresses. “It must be so easy being one of the popular kids.”

“There are no such thing as popular kids in this school, Henry.” Mr. Iadanza smiles at the dejected 18-year-old senior sitting across his desk. “We treat everyone equally.”

“That’s not true.” Henry glances at his father-like figure.

“Henry…” Mr. Iadanza leans in. “Are you feeling this way because of… what you told me last week… about being gay? In an all-boys school, it can be hard-”

“No!” Henry defends. “Sometimes, I just wish I was like everyone else, y’know. Like them…”

“Like who?” Mr. Iadanza questions.

“The popular kids!” Henry huffs in frustration.

Mr. Iadanza sits back in his chair, his shirt straining against his large pectorals.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, there were popular kids in Copperdale High.” Mr. Iadanza proposes. “What qualities do they have? Describe them to me.”

“Well, most of the popular boys are… bigger.” Henry ponders.

“In what way?” Mr. Iadanza raises his eye brow.

“In every way you can imagine. Like, have you even seen Stefan Hufferman these days? His muscles are huge!” Henry laughs, leaning his slender frame back into the chair - he knows he shouldn’t be poking fun at Copperdale High’s most popular student, but it was too funny not to. “Like, his pecs look like boobs! How does he walk around with those things?”

“I mean…” Mr. Iadanza furrows his eyebrow in a state of confusion. “You’re pretty big yourself, Henry.”

Henry tries to cross his arms, but his huge juicy pecs get in the way. He looks down and realised his shirt is undone… it looks way smaller than usual. What size is this - an XS? Henry wouldn’t fit in anything less than a XXL.

“Yeah…” Henry glances down at his football sized biceps and grins. “I guess you could say I’m pretty built.”

Henry continually shifts his body weight around in the chair, unable to find a comfortable position.

“These chairs are tiny!” Henry mutters to himself.

Mr. Iadanza laughs.

“Well, you are known for your mighty cheeks back there, aren’t you?” Mr. Iadanza looks across the desks, watching Henry rest upon his huge round pillows. “I hear the students call you names like, what was it - “Pillow Cheeks” and “Sir Jiggles a lot. You seem to love it though.”

Henry chuckles and smacks his fat ass. “Yeah. These two big boys back here get me a lot of attention.”

“Henry, you’re going off topic. Like always.” Mr. Iadanza tells the bodybuilder in front of him. “Tell me another trait about the popular boys.”

“Well, they’re all very… bro-ish.” Henry remarks.

“Bro-ish?” Mr. Iadanza questions. “In what way?”

“Like, they can’t say a sentence without finishing it with the word ‘bro’, ‘man’ or ‘bruh’. Or, how they all smack each others asses as… friendship or something. It’s weird.”

“I don’t find that weird.” The teacher steps in. “I see you partake in those behaviours every class. If you can do it, why can’t others?”

“I guess you’re right, bro.” Henry rethinks. “You’re so smart, my dude.”

“Hunter, what did I say about calling me that.” Mr. Iadanza scorns.

“Sorry, teach.” Hunter nods. “I always forget, mr. bossman.”

“You’re not too smart, Hunter.” The teacher leans back and smiles condescendingly at the former nerd. “Never were. Just like Stefan and the others. They’re a bad influence on you.”

“Nah, bro! Me and the bros are all good, my dude.” Hunter defends. “And I’m not that dumb, my brochacho.”

“Really?” Mr. Iadanza squints. “What’s 12 x 2?”

“Ummm….” Hunter stares blankly, searching his empty mind. “I never was too good at numbers, teach.”

“My point stands proven.” Mr. Iadanza hides his smile behind his hand - holding in his laughter from seeing such a clever nerd become a dumb oaf.

“You’d probably be better at throwing a ball… correct?” Mr. Iadanza questions.

“I love balls, my dude! A good game of football with the bros.” Hunter exclaims.

“You like balls?” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “As in, you’re gay?”

“Yeah, teach. Didn’t I tell you this last week?”

“I’m just shocked. The other boys aren’t gay, right?”

“Right.”

“And you’re like the other boys, right?”

“Right.”

“So, you’re straight?”

“I’m straight, my dude” Hunter furrows his brow. “Isn’t that obvious?”

Hunter flexes the guns for his teacher. “Do these boys like gay to you?”

“I gotta get that coochie, bro!” Hunter hypes himself up. “A bro gotta do what a bro gotta do. You know what I’m saying, my man?”

“You get laid a lot, I assume?”

“Of course, bro! They all wanna ride the babymaker!”

Hunter humps the air.

“How big is it?”

“Why you wanna know, my du-“

“It’s 8 inches, right?”

“8 inches of pile driving pleasure!” Hunter grabs his massive bulge.

“You’re about to blow, aren’t you?”

Hunter feels his penis tent, harder than it ever has before.

“You’ll be fine.” Mr. Iadanza watches his student moan with his hyper sensitive 8 inch cock straining against his uniform pants.

“Ugh… teach.” He moans.

“Just don‘t think about boobs and impregnating girls.” Mr. Iadanza smiles, fully aware of what he’s doing.

Images of boobs smothering Hunter’s face infiltrate his mind. He imagines sticking his fuckstick deep inside a hot babe’s cervix and dumping his load - getting her pregnant with his alpha seed.

“I’M GONNA…” Hunter’s bucks in pleasure. “I’M BUSTIN BRO!”

Mr. Iadanza grins, watching the nerd turned jock spurt inside his pants.

“See, Hunter.” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “You’re extremely popular - especially with the ladies.”

“Thanks, my brochacho.” Hunter deflates, exhausted from blowing the biggest load he’d ever shot. “Can’t believe I wasted a nut. The things a good pair of titties will do to a man… am I right, bro?”

“Hunter, I know I kept you behind today because you failed your test.” Mr. Iadanza explains to the meathead in front of him. “But, I’m willing to put it past us. I think we’ve made some good progress here today.”

“You’re so much smarter than I could ever wish to be, my dude.” Hunter smiles in awe of his teacher.

“You may leave now.”

Hunter gets up and waddles out of the room, his hulking body restricting his movement.

“Time to grow a coochie tickler and go to work, my dude!” Hunter vacantly chuckles to himself.

“Oh, and Hunter…” Mr. Iadanza calls. “If you see the new kid - the scrawny one, Oscar. Send him in. I’ve got some work to do…”

“Will do, my bro!”

Bzzt! New message from DatBitch. “Hey Austy can you come over and help me find a date for EDC Orlando? Plzzzz <3” Austy rolled his eyes. Being Maggie’s gbf was like so exhausting sometimes. But oogling sexy guys together was a move. The lithe 18 year old twink slid out of bed and styled his effeminate blonde locks before applying just a pinch of make up. He casually rubbed his hands over his naturally smooth, nearly porcelion body. Damn, he was cute. He slid on his favorite red pants, they accentuated his best asset - his volumptious ass and paired them with a white crop top and some small gucci slides to show off his cute feet. He hopped in his car and drove the ten minutes over to Maggie’s studio.

“I’m here gurl! Where these studs we reviewing at?” Maggie giggled a bit at the boy’s enthusiasm and beckoned him over to her bed. The 21 year old easily towered over her friend, being the quintessentail rave girl - tall, busty with long black hair framing a pointed face. Everything a guy would go for. Except guys like Austy of course. She pointed out a rathee cheap looking necklace that had an X face on a bland chain. It looked like something a dumb fuckboy would wear to a rave. Austy internally groaned at her choices.

“I just bought this for my date buuuut I need to see how it looks” she cooed with a knowing grin. Before asking permission she leaned over her smaller friend and wrapped the chain around his scrawny neck before easily pushing him back on the bed. The chain draped over his small body, looking ridiculous. Austy tried to protest but was interrupted by a strange warmth coming from the necklace and filling his whole body causing him to sweat and take on an unnatural glow. Maggie watched as Austy slumped back.

“Ooooh gawd what’s going on?” He moaned in his piercingly high pitched whine. He looked down in fear and confusion as his shirt began pushing forward. The material thinned and stretched til it ripped open. Two meaty pecs escaped and bounced with excitement at their new freedom. Maggie licked her lips watching Austy’s nipple grow into firm points ready to pierce any shirt that dare try to contain them. She slid her hands down the growing crevase between his pecs, his chest expanding and darkening into a hard earned tan. She felt down as abs emerged from his flat stomach and the formerly flawless skin sprouted a dark, pencil thin treasure trail that pointed seductively down towards his little red shorts. Austy flailed his arms and legs, this couldn’t be happening to him. He loooooved being small and cute and now he was gaining all this gross muscle and hair! His sandals popped off one by one, flying across the room as his formerly cute feet bulged out. Gaining a masculine arch and big, thicker toes as they grew to a strong size 12. The growth spread up his legs which lengthened and swelled with athletic muscle. They too became covered in a perfect shower of dark hair that raced up under the red shorts which were becoming increasingly small looking. His proud ass shrank slightly, still large and muscular but now tight and unwelcoming. It would only shake for the gaze of girls now. Instead the front of his shorts bulged out nearly to bursting causing Maggie’s smile to grow. She watched his arms inflate with years of daily push ups, ending in big strong hands that would soon hold her tight. She could hardly wait. His pits filled up with thick bushes of dark hair as a manly scent wafted through the room, overwhelming Maggie with desire.

“Fuck bitch what did you do to me” Austy growled in a newly deep, resonant voice. All feminity drained away. He struggled to hold on to his thoughts. Being cute, gay and sassy but his mind could only focus on boobs, cars, sports and working out. The throb of loud bass music began to fill the room as Maggie turned on some promo videos for the upcoming show. A dumb grin took over Austy’s face as it aged to 22, becoming chiseled and masculine. Rejecting the make up as it seeped out onto the bed. His eyes widened with hunger and need. He began bouncing his pecs to the bass and seductively rubbing the front of his pants with his brutish paws. The necklace seeming smaller and smaller with the bulging backdrop of the muscular fuckboy.

“Cant wait to get you on the dancefloor babe… show you all my moves” Austin whispered in a husky broish voice. He ran his hands through his hair, the last remnant of his gay self as it shortened and darkened into thick curls symbolizing a new fuckboy. He slowly rose from the bed, towering over the delighted Maggie. He forcefully pushed her into the wall behind her. “This. Is for changing me into this stud” he rumbled before pulling her into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring its first female mouth like it was his hundreth causing Maggie to go limp, falling into his big arms and surrendering to her new perfect boyfriend.

Damn this was a great read, loved the ref and writing.

The Principal’s Solution

When Mr Everett was called into the principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting. “You’re firing me!?”

“David that’s not what I’m—” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me! You are not fired! If you had let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now and with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be done to only one proper gym teacher. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Gym department.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Gym instead? “But sir I’m not a Gym teacher. I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant, not believing that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't picked up a ball since I was a student. How the hell do you expect me to teach a whole class??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this!”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David en further yet also slightly peaking his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a look on his face that was hard to describe. He seemed excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. The Principal flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that Principal Bryant had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire in his boss’ eyes as he glanced up at him, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could speak.

“Ah here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop so that it faced the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video before moving out of the way. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift pace. Going round and round in fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world around him just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back at his desk to watch what was about to unfold firsthand.

After about 3 minutes or so a voice began speaking to David through the video…

*Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike can look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this experience.*

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

*Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?*

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. As if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain.

*Of course we’ve gotta make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…*

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become and English teacher were yanked right out of his head, setting his knowledge of the subject back to a much more basic level.

*Annnnd now to replace them with the proper ones.*

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference.

*Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. Now all that advanced English mumbo jumbo is gone, you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?*

More and more memories to push their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him going to a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He could’ve sworn he’d never been that keen on sports and yet he looked back on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time very fondly. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening all the time. He couldn’t imagine why he thought for even a second that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these mental changes also began to take a rather physical effect on David as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away after countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health and allowing the suit David was wearing to fit his body in a much more flattering way. Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David.

*Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? Lifting weights, Drinking protein shakes. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that.*

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a fair bit of his free time at the gym so he could pump up his muscles, once again causing a ripple effect in the real world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles grew even bigger, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants. Biceps threatening to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt. Thighs thickening into trunks of muscle while his ass swelled up until his pants looked as though they were painted on. Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

*That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of extra manliness to the body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.*

A shiver traveled across David’s entire body as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he had before increased as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. Spreading up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out of David’s collar, due to his suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair right after, his short beard growing thicker than before! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was growing bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

*Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I just know a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.*

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping a few of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell guy was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

*I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?*

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a fresh pair white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself looked down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showing off a good portion of David’s strong manly legs, while having gone from being black to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

*There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re pretty much ready for your position now! All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.*

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David was sat having more orders and memories pushed into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

*Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?*

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

*Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.*

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, soon quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.”

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now… and he should be completely subservient according to that video. “Haha yeah I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show how the muscle bulged and peaked. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his hairy pecs a little before bouncing them as well. Showing just how large and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had also morphed into a jockstrap! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question. Walking around his boss’ desk and kneeling down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on! “Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his lips around the shaft, glancing up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of it down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed it down even further. Simply sucking on the rather thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop before jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating the principal’s cock as if it were made out of candy, his bearded chin periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David did just that, standing up and pulling down his shorts, briefly showing off the tent in his jockstrap created by his erection, before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick hairy ass in all its glory to the other man. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry ass cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with you load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jock. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls starting the churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

———

Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason of wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant worked properly. “Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subjects reality. Intensity of transformation magic perfectly balanced. Subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving nor is he aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself…

The Cum Cows of Everett Farms

Bodily Changes’ 1k Special

“Thank y’all for taking this tour of Everett Farms! I’m your guide, Alice, and it’s my pleasure to be presenting y’all with a complete tour of our wonderful facilities!” the female guide began, peppy and cheery, along with a hint of southern charm.

She looked towards her passengers, all cramped in their seats inside of the small safari jeep. She was met with a few whoops from her passengers, who were all seated, a few looking into their programs and fliers, and a few bright-eyed kids looking out towards the vibrant hills and fenced, verdant pastures.

“So, as y’all probably know, Everett Farms is an up-and-coming farm and company, known for our locally based, all-natural, non-violent, and protein filled products. A few of you probably even had some of our premium milk, which you can find in yer’ local grocery store. At Everett Farms we believe in nothing but the most peaceful and precious life for our bulls and cows. They’re monitored twenty-four-seven on our wide open fields, graze on only the finest of mountain grass, and bathed n’ brushed regularly.”

She paused her introduction as she began to drive through the dirt paths of the mountain, ever so slowly not to disturb the cows and to allow the tourists to admire the natural landscape. With a smile, she spoke, “As we pass the first of our pastures, I just wanna give a fair warning to y’all parents. It’s about mating season for our bulls so make sure y’all cover yer’ kid’s eyes if we happen to pass a few raunchy bulls now!” A few hardy laughs came from the back of the cruiser, but unfortunately for them, it wasn’t a joke.

As they begin to pass the first part of the pasture, an almost breathy and desperate mooing came from the left side area of the vehicle. The tourists ignored the sound, they had seen a cow before so most didn’t bother to look at what was happening just a few yards way. Then again, another desperate and breathy moo, an almost unnatural sound, unlike any cow they had heard before. It was louder than before, and a few of the tourists began to murmur amongst themselves, beginning to wonder if the cow was in any trouble of some sort. Out of curiosity, peering into the distant fields, they look a peek, and realized what the source of the sound was. On the field, 10 meters away from the tour rover, were 2 naked men, both on all fours, one on top of the either, covered in sweat, dirt, and grass, fucking like no one was watching. A hand clapped to one mother’s mouth as she screamed in shock and covered her daughter’s eyes, who was were mesmerized by the ungodly action being performed in front everyone to see.

The tour guide chuckled, “Can’t say I ain’t warn d’ya. Those two right there are actually both of our newest cows. Picked them both up a few weeks ago from some throwaway college they had no future in anyway. The one in the front is Andy, he gives us some of the sweetest cream you could ever imagine. The one in the back, who looks like he’s enjoying himself quite well, is our newest bull Moose. It took a bit to get him under control, I’ll tell y’a he’s a fighter, but he’s one of our best bulls on the farm. The cows here are all male, believe it or not, some of them have been here for years, others just got started. The bulls help keep all of our cattle bred, lactating, and producing our prized possessions; their cream.”

In the pasture, Andy mooed as his brain became overwhelmed with fervent emotions of pleasure and embarrassment. He was being raw-dogged by his best friend, who he barely recognized anymore, on all fours in front of a group of startled tourists. He couldn’t help but moo again as he heard shutters clicking, people photographing his exhibitionist torture. Moose grunted behind him, brainlessly pounding his new, thick cock, against Andy’s bubble butt, his giant, modified balls creating clapping sounds as he coursed in and out. As he was fucked back and forth, he could hear his cowbell jingle from his neck, branded with his new name, Andy. He wanted to run, save him and his already-gone best friend from this horrible nightmare, but deep down inside, some little part of his brain was telling him that that this was where he was meant to be … and he couldn’t help but agree.

A month ago…

Andy rolled his eyes and groaned, “Fuck off JJ, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be some lab rat for a few bucks. Who knows what the hell they’re experimenting on over there? It’s just too risky.”

“Bro! C’mon pleaseeeeeeeeee. You know it’s gonna be fun!”

“I don’t really want to do it Jay, I know it sounds like easy money but running experiments on your body just seems out of the question. Just think about God-know’s-what they’re going to put inside you. You know our science department doesn’t have that great of a reputation.” Andy threw away some trash from his desk and put some books back in their place. He began cleaning up Jay’s side of the dorm room, as it was cluttered with mess, dirty clothes, and crushed beer cans. He was visibly irritated by Jay, who had been badgering him for weeks about an experiment run by their University’s science department.

Jayson had seen the advertisement outside of the university gym, an apt place for an experiment like it. The experiment, being funded by the Dean himself apparently, was a 1 week program concerning acute genetic modifications and how they might impact subjects psychologically and physiologically. However, to most of the campus gym-goers, ie: the air headed jocks that the school only let in on sports scholarships, it was branded as an experiment for muscle growth. Curiously, the poster noted that only men were allowed to apply, which Jay assumed was because men were able to gain muscle faster than women. Though he would never participate in something like this normally, the pay was said to be handsome and he needed a way to pay off some of his student debt. Plus, if he walked away with more muscles than he had gone in with, then it would be a win-win. He took one of the poster’s tear-off tabs with a grin, excited to show his roommate this perfect opportunity for the two of them.

It didn’t seem like it but Andy, his roommate, was his best friend. They were nothing like each other physically, Andy being Asian and on the shorter and way scrawnier side while Jayson, an attractive white meathead. To most people, it looked more like Jay was Andy’s boyfriend, the hunk being 6’1 and shredded in muscle while Andy barely measured up at around 5’5 with a twinky physique. Although they weren’t similar in stature, they both enjoyed all of the same things, gaming, TV shows, politics, and agreed with each other on almost everything. They bonded over movies like Star Wars and Harry Potter and video games like Call of Duty, Valorant, and CSGO. But one major difference between them was Jay’s lack of basic intelligence and common sense, which is where Andy ran circles around him. The taller hunk was your classic sports jock, getting into their university through thanks to his excel in sports while Andy got in thanks to being top of his class. Nonetheless, they had roommates and best friends since day one of Uni and essentially inseparable.

You see, another thing about Andy was that he was in love with Jay, and had been for a while now. Although they weren’t dating, to both of them it was the closest non-relationship relationship ever. They did everything together, they hung out all the time and had some intimate moments even shared between them now and then, and Andy had fallen for it all. He knew though that nothing would ever come to be as Jayson proclaimed constantly he was straight, though it seemed nothing like it from the way he was with Andy. A bromance to one and a romance to another.

“Please Andy, I really wanna do this but I won’t do it without you,” Andy sighed as he looked over at his roommate, Jay scrunched his nose and made the classic face that he knew Andy couldn’t resist. He liked to call it, the fuck-boy pout. It was an 100% guaranteed way to make anyone do anything for you just because of your looks, and it worked on Andy every single time. Andy melted right then and there, as Jayson looked too good today from him to be able to resist his charms. He wasn’t wearing anything other than some gym shorts, causing his bushy pits to be exposed and his signature musk to waft through the air. Flushed red, Andy’s eyes darted away as his dick hardened in his shorts, he was extremely aroused to say the least. “Fine! Fine! I’ll sign up just stop making that face!”

It was the following day, a bright Saturday when Andy and Jay walked to the campus’ facility. It was on the hotter side, maybe around 79 degrees. Andy had on shorts and a light tee while Jay adorned his usual, and already used, gym wear that reeked of his sweat. Andy couldn’t help but admire how his muscles looked in his tight shirt as they walked towards the biomedical sciences department building. One reason Andy had always been attracted to Jay and men like him was their muscles. Though he had tried and tried to get bigger, he was never able to, it just wasn’t in his genetics. He wasn’t scrawny, having a slim runner’s build, but yet he still yearned for more.

The pair arrived at the facility, both a bit tired from the long walk from their dorm. They opened the door to find what pretty much resembled a dentist’s office. They walked up to the receptionist’s desk to find it empty. “Huh…maybe we got the wrong day?” Jay wondered aloud. Andy shrugged and checked behind the desk, finding a small bell. He tapped it, somewhat expecting someone to pop in from under the desk. The two walked around the office, examining the room filled with different decorations. A few posters of the human body and brain, neurological graphics, and some out of place photographs of an open green pasture, a farm, and some cows dotted the walls.

Before they had given it much of a thought, the sound of foot steps came from behind them. “Ah good afternoon you two, welcome in.” They turned to see an older, taller man, he seemed to be around 60 years old, well built with a muscular physique hidden under his white lab coat. He had a warm, inviting smile and a demeanor of confidence, you could instantly tell he was the one in charge. Andy immediately look interest in the silver fox, walking over to introduce himself with Jay begrudgingly following behind. “Hi, I’m Andy and this is my roommate Jay. We saw an ad for a program concerning a muscle growth experiment and we’d like to participate.”

The silver fox’s face lit up with a grin, a hint of mischief hidden behind it. “Dr. Simmons, professor of human physiology and psychology, as well as a researcher of genetic engineering. Pleasure to meet you.” He stuck out his hand and greeted the two college students warmly. Jay scoffed at his introduction, muttering smartass under his breath while Andy marveled at the clearly accomplished professor. They began to walk forward towards the hallway, discussing the procedures of the experiment. “So, as you probably know, this experiment will been working on a project for the past decade, an experiment concerning acute genetic modifications and how they impact the psychology and physiology of the human body and mind. Essentially, we will be injecting small doses of a genetically engineered virus into your body every single day and record the changes caused by them, and I know this probably worries you but our team of genetic engineers here at Everett University has taken numerous safety precautions in order to keep you safe from any form of danger and or harm. Our main hypothesis is to see how our virus can create modifications in the body mass of virile human males such as you two and cause muscle growth in a short period of time without the need for exercise.”

Dr. Simmons explained eloquently in his highly educated diction as they walked towards the laboratory area of the building. “Any questions?” He paused, glancing at both of the boys. Jay was undoubtedly confused by all the sciency-fancy talk the big professor man was talking about but his eyes opened at the words muscle growth. Unlike Jay, Andy was fascinated by every word uttered out of his mouth. Just like that, all of his worries about the experiment had faded from his mind, he felt comforted and reassured from having an accomplished man like Dr. Simmons heading such a project.

Jay could see his starry-eyes roommate listening intently, Dr. Simmons wasn’t even that hot, not as hot as him at least. “So about the pay…” he questioned flatly, looking towards the professor with a smidge of jealousy.

“Ah yes, of course, you will be rewarded handsomely for your participation in my research. Let’s say… $500 a day, that should cover it, yes?” Dr. Simmons smiled assuringly while both Jay and Andy’s mouths dropped. The two roommates looked towards each other in amazement, both in mutual understanding that they were absolutely eager to participate for their own special reasons.

“So when do we start doc?” Jayson inquired avidly, his interest in the program suddenly piquing again.

Dr. Simmons looked towards Andy, who nodded in agreement. Once again, he shined his charming smile and walked over towards the receptionist’s desk. Pulling out two clipboards with a pen and paper attached to them, he handed them to the two college boys.

“Sign these and we’ll get you down to the lab post haste.”

With the eagerness of little children, Jayson and Andy immediately signed their lives away to the sheet of paper given to them by a man they just met for an experiment they truly knew so little about. They handed back the clipboards and patiently awaited the doctor’s next instruction.

“Alright boys now if you could please follow me this way. We’ll be taking the elevator down to the laboratory area and starting tests there,” motioned Dr. Simmons with a smile.

The boys followed silently behind Dr. Simmons, in anticipation and excitement. In the 3 years they had been there, they had no idea there was an underground laboratory facility on campus. The three men arrived at a hallway with one singular elevator door, and with the press of a button by Dr. Simmons, opened up and allowed for the entry to their subterranean adventure.

As they entered the elevator and the doors began to close, Andy began to have a bad feeling about the situation. He looked at Jay for comfort but he seemed occupied dreaming about how big he was going to get. As the silent elevator ride continued, there was a small voice in the back of his head telling Andy that something was off about this whole experiment but at this point he was helpless to do anything. He swallowed his gut as the elevator came to a slow stop, and with the doors opening with a ding, Dr. Simmons welcomed excitedly, “Welcome to Everrett Lab’s underground facility, the Barn!”

Following Dr. Simmons out of the elevator, Jay and Andy looked around amazedly at the scene. The laboratory was this giant circular room filled with high tech stations and Andy recognized so much of the equipment. He had taken a Biology course in his freshman year, and scanned the room noticing equipment like incubators, microscopes, and a few large computers for data processing. Curiously, the biggest thing in the lab were these two glass, human-scale cylindrical cages in the middle of the room, connected to copious amounts of cables and wiring. More curiously however was that there weren’t any other people in the room.

Jay had the same thought apparently and said confusedly, “Umm Dr. Simmons, where are all the people? Aren’t there supposed to be like scientists and stuff?”

Dr. Simmons gave a slight chuckle, “Oh not to worry, I oversee this experiment personally. It could be quite… shocking if other people were to see the genius I hold. Think of this as a personal project between the Dean and I. Only one other party is involved… oh and don’t worry about that, you’ll meet them quite soon.”

Jay and Andy glanced at each other, not really sure what to make of it but they had no position to argue against it otherwise. “Excuse me sir but what are those tube thingies in the center of the room?” questioned Andy a bit sheepishly.

“Ah yes, allow me to explain the procedure of this experiment. You and your friend shall be placed into two different chambers that we call the corrals. One we call the bullpen and the other the cowshed. From there you’ll be hooked up to an IV, receiving a special type of fluid filled with growth hormones directly into your bloodstream. Then I will personally record the experiment results and findings and you’ll either be given the choice to go home or continue the experiment,” clarified Dr. Simmons.

Andy, albeit a bit confused by the amount of naming based on farm attributes, nodded his head.

“Alright… so how do we start?” Jay asked, eagerly walking ahead towards the tubes. Dr. Simmons followed with Andy trailing behind.

With a grin, Dr. Simmons booted up the main computer and activated the machines. The corrals began to whir with life as they powered up. After typing in a few codes to the system, the previously dimly lit room shined with light as the entire laboratory came to life. Almost beckoningly, the corral doors slid open, awaiting it’s subjects.

“There’s one thing I have to ask you to do before we start however, “Dr. Simmons said as he turned around from the computer, “Could you take off your clothing?”

Andy and Jayson both had the same surprised reaction, wondering why they needed to be naked in front of his clearly perverted doctor.

“Oh don’t worry it’s not for any abnormal reasons, it’s to make sure nothing gets in the way of the data collection. See at the top of each corral has a scan that’s reading your vitals and processing the transformation as it occurs. I’ll have to record your blood pressure, height and weight, and even IQ for the experiment. Also, if the growth experiment works then your clothes would rip to shreds anyway.”

Begrudgingly, the two boys looked at each other with an awkward tension and then began to take off their clothes. As Jay confidently stripped himself of his already quite revealing clothes, Andy was trying his best to not stare at his naked adonis of a best friend. Though Andy was in love with him, he never imagined their first time naked together being for an underground experiment with a doctor who kept becoming weirder by the second. Out of the corner of his eye however, he could see Jay’s entire godly bod, perfectly sculpted for Andy’s desires. There was something so arousing about being naked next to the man he was in love with, but the only thing keeping his tinier dick from getting hard was the embarrassment of the situation.

“Alright who wants to be our bull?” inquired Dr. Simmons with a giddy grin. Boldly, Jayson walked forward, to which the doctor acknowledged with a nod. He flashed a thumbs up to his best friend, and Andy watched as the doctor guided Jayson into the first tube, and began hooking him up to an IV placed on Jay’s right bicep. Andy tried his best to keep his attention of off Jay’s body, fearing his small pecker coming to life, but couldn’t help but watch the way Jay so confidently showed off his goods, and boy were they good. “Feeling comfortable?” he asked the jock to which Jay responded with, “Of course,” and a wink.

Andy watched as the door of the first chamber closed automatically as Dr. Simmons exited the tube. Jayson stood there, a bit awkwardly waving to the naked Andy, signaling that things were okay.

Dr. Simmons signed Andy to come over to the next tube and so Andy, nervously and brimming with anxiety, walked over and entered his own glass case. It was tight inside, a bit smaller than how he had imagined but it was most likely due to Dr. Simmons being inside with him as well. He felt even colder under the ventilation, now seriously wishing that he had kept his clothes on. “How are you feeling?” asked the doctor next to him as he set up the IV machine. “Nervous… but a bit excited I guess. I’ve always wanted muscle like Jay but I never knew how.” Dr. Simmons responded with a smile, “Well if all goes well, you’ll end up with an even better body than his. Also, this might hurt a little,” he said as the doctor inserted the needle into Andy’s arm. He winced but the pain was minimal, more like a small sting. “Everything good?” asked the doctor as he began walking out of the tube, to which Andy answered with an awkward thumbs up. As the doctor left, the doors to Andy’s corral closed, and now began the experiment.

From the monitoring station in front of both the tubes, Dr. Simmons typed in a few things before looking back up at both the boys. “Are you two ready?” Andy and Jayson looked at each other from their tubes, signaling each other a comforting smile before turning their attention back to Dr. Simmons. They both nodded, Jay couldn’t wait to get bigger while Andy wanted this to already be over. “Here we go!” With the press of a button from Dr. Simmons, both the IV machines next to Andy and Jayson started pumping the fluid into the boy’s bodies.

Andy, now awkwardly awaiting for something to happen, looked down at his shirtless torso, a bit envious due to his lack of muscles compared to Jay. In slight anticipation and excitement, he watched as each ounce of fluid from the IV pumped into his arms, somewhat mesmerized by the flow of it. It was a white, viscous liquid, the appearance closest resembling a creamy milk, but who was Andy to question what muscle growth hormones looked like. Surprisingly, the first thing Andy felt was this warm sensation on his nipples. His eyes widened as his body moved on it’s own, his hands brought up to his nipples and began to pinch and twist, playing with them. “Hey Dr. Simmons, is this… normal?” he asked, obviously referring to the sensation and the fact that his own body was performing such a lewd act without him giving the command. The more Andy pinched and twisted, he also began to pull, causing a noticeable difference from before. His pecs were growing, a sensation that Andy derived more pleasure from than he could explain. “H-Holy fuck…” he muttered breathily, his cock already becoming erect at the sight of his muscle growth and his horniness turned up to ten.

“Yes yes, don’t worry too much about it,” Dr. Simmons watched in excitement as Andy began to even fondle his growing tits, even beginning to touch himself through his pants. “Yeah keep going, just like that…”

Though Andy knew he was being watched and had heard Dr. Simmons lustful words, he couldn’t help but become excited by this. A small part of him was liking the feeling of putting on a show such as it for a man like Dr. Simmons. The warming sensation quickly was turning to heat the more Andy pinched his nips, he could feel the liquid from the IV coursing through his veins, turning him on even more. He could only moan as his once flat chest became plateau pecs that weren’t even finished growing. Andy could feel his body expanding and growing, his muscles growing thick and sturdy yet keeping his innocent face. Though he didn’t notice it, his previous shameful pecker had already grown 3 inches to become a solid 6 inch cock. Thick hair in his pits and pubic area even sprouted, as for the first time in his life pure testosterone coursed through his veins. As the putrid yet manly scent of B.O. he dreamed of sniffing from Jay’s armpits, started wafting from his own he couldn’t help put flex and lick his biceps for Dr. Simmons’ viewing pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” Dr. Simmons moaned as he stroked his cock to Andy’s slutty performance, “How about I give you a treat for being such a good boy…” Using his free hand, he typed something into the computer and pulled down on a lever by his station. Suddenly, Andy’s arm jerked as the IV pump begin to rapidly fill his body with even more fluid. Not only did this cause rapid muscle growth all over his body, but it also appeared to age Andy up, causing him to have the appearance of a Chinese bodybuilder in his early 30’s. His ass became the perfect breeding site, a huge bubble but no one could resist fucking. With thick legs and a strong torso, Andy now had the physique some people trained their entire lives for. Accompanied by this transformation, the sensation in his nipples increased tenfold, causing him to begin pinching the swelling bulbs between his index and middle finger and pulling outwards. Andy let out guttural moans as the pleasure he felt from pulling out and stretching his new pecs was driving him insane. Though a small part of his was scared of what was happening, it was quickly replaced by curiosity and desire. He could not help but fondle his chest, no longer caring about why or how they felt so strangely juicy, almost as if they were filled with womanly breast milk. 

Little did Andy know, he was in the process of forming the most perfect tits Dr. Simmons would ever see. Of course, the doctor knew this, as it took months for him yo finally perfect the serum to create the perfect cow, utilizing the cum of his other experiments and isolating the gene that focused directly on chest growth. With the perfect serum, all he needed was the perfect subject; and then came Andy, a gay, insecure little boy with zero muscle and a kink for pleasing others.

Dr. Simmons watched in euphoria as Andy fondled his inflating milkers that would soon produce the best cream his Everett Farms experiment would ever sell. Though with a clear head Andy would find this entire situation to be that of a nightmare, his sex-drive was at its limits and everything felt far too amazing to want it to stop. The only thing that would make this his wettest dream would be Dr. Simmon’s hands on his tits or Jay’s thick bull-cock breeding his ass.

In the other chamber however, Jayson’s transformation was starting a bit differently. He already had the muscle so all that was needed from him was to turn him into the perfect breeder. The same sensation as Andy began in Jay’s chest and nipples, a bit less potent however, but just as pleasuring. He had pride in his pecs, they were what he had worked on the most in the gym other tj a his biceps, and after years of work they became masses of pure muscle. Though they weren’t as big or filled with milk as Andy’s he could only watch in distress and pleasure as his manly, hardened pecs became milk-filled tits. Jayson eyes widened in shock and horror, the abs he had worked so hard for had been covered by a layer of fat. As more and more serum pumped into his veins, a thin blanket of fat covered his muscles from the sweet grass he grazed on. He could only moan as his once rock-hard chests beginning to soften into pillows as they filled with delicious milk. Although his tits couldn’t compare to jugs like Andy’s, they weren’t to be underestimated. But of course a jock like Jay’s potential wasn’t going to be wasted on some horned-up milking cow, no he was far too special for that and Dr. Simmons had better plans in store for him. He had decided the second he had laid eyes on him that Jay was going to be his newest bull.

“W-What the…what the fuck are you doing to us!?” Jay watched in horror as he lost his shredded physique, his body fat percentage rising to a level he had nightmares about. Though heftier, Jay still kept most of his physical attributes, his broad physique and huge size expanding as his moans almost began sounding like moos. He groaned as he massaged his sweat laced chest and now blubby gut. Jay shut his eyes and rubbed his cock with one hand, the other fondling his right pec. It felt longer and harder than it had ever been before, and as he looked down at his dick he let out a sudden gasp of shock. His fuckstick was far more monstrous than he could have ever imagined. Amazed, he held it in his both of his hands, purely surprised that it had even reached a length where he actually needed both of them. Grown from 7 to 14 inches, his height now 6’6, his weight 290 lbs, and his IQ reduced to 40, he threw his head back in pleasure as his transformation into Everest Farm’s newest and best bull finally came to an end as his fresh cream splattered all over the inside of the cage.

Mechanical hands came down from the ceiling holding a thick chain with a name tag on it. With the amount of energy he had exerted in his transformation, he couldn’t fight back against the final part of his transformation. The weakened bull felt the chain clasp around his neck, and as he looked down on it, the lock had a name engraved upon it, Moose. With that, the last memories he had of his old self melted away and like a bull, all Moose saw was red. He tore off the IV in a fit of rage, angry and desperately wanting to protect his best friend cattle from the evil doctor. What little intelligence he already had was stripped from him, and so he did what felt the most natural, repeatedly ramming his 200 lb body of pure muscle into the glass chamber in an attempt to get out. Dr. Stevens, who was now completely naked as he continued to jerk his cock to the two boy’s transformation, typed a few words into the computer with his free hand. Smirking, he turned on sleeping gas in Moose’s cage, and became even hornier as he watched the new bull lose his fighting spirit and fall into a deep slumber.

Turning his attention back to Andy, Dr. Simmons watched as the Asian hunk was completing his transformation into the perfect cum cow. Wanting a better view of the transformation, Dr. Simmons got up and walked over to Andy’s cage. Grinning ear to ear, he asked, “How’s my dumb fucking cow?”

The panting cow inside the cage was still fondling his juicy tits and pinching his nipples that had turned a beet red. Andy’s skin glistened with sweat and drops of liquid that his tits had began to leak a while ago. Though mentally, he could still remember bits of his past life, physically he was now prime for milking and Dr. Simmons wanted to make sure not a single droplet of his nutritious milk went to waste. Andy, with a new purpose in life, wanted nothing more than to fill jugs and jugs of his sweet cream, “M-Moo…”

Driven by his arousal, Dr. Simmons opened the door to Andy’s cage. The half-brainless cow watched as the naked man removed the tube connected to his arm front leg and began to pet his head. “Now let’s make sure your transformation is completely. Answer these questions and I’ll give you a little reward, alright Andy?” the doctor said as he massaged his dick, that he had been edging for the entire transformation, preparing to shower his favorite cow in his fat load.

“What is your name?” asked Dr. Simmons

What was left of Andy’s brain was about to answer in English but all that came out of his mouth was, “Moo”

Dr. Simmons eyes shone with pride. His experiment was a success.

“Flex for me,” demanded Dr. Simmons, to which Andy instantly flexed both of his biceps above his head.

A putrid scent came from his armpit but neither Andy nor Dr. Simmons seemed to care, as cows were meant to be smelly, filthy creatures.

“Last question, who is your master?” For a second, Andy didn’t understand the question, letting out a low grunt in response. However, as he looked up at the man in front of him, his brain slowly filled with memories of being raised by Dr. Simmons his master out on the green pasture along with his brother and mating partner Moose. Ever since his birth, his purpose in life was to produce the farm’s best cream, which meant for the rest of his life his days would consist of his tits prepped through fondling and massages by his master, being bred daily by his partner bull Moose to increase lactation amount and hormone secretion, and lastly his cock and nipples attached to milking machines by the farm-hands for efficient production. Though he wasn’t the first cow on the farm, and surely wouldn’t be the last, he knew he was his master’s favorite. With a moo, he nudged his head towards the man in front of him, signaling to Dr. Simmons that he was Andy’s true and only master.

Dr. Simmons gave a deep chuckle, his experiment yet again was another success. Now, as if to christen his favorite cow, he began to jerk his rock-solid cock. It didn’t take long before he shot the pent up load he had been saving up all over Andy, and with a grunt he spoke softly, “Good boy…”

Later at Everett Farm

“Yeah you like that dont you, stupid fucking cum cow.”

Andy could only answer with a moo of pleasure. His mind slipped further and further away the more Dr. Simmons his master played with his big cow tits. Andy’s cock yearned to be touched. No. Not just to be touched, but to be milked and controlled. Maybe it was the mental dampening caused by the laboratory’s system or the pleasure override, but all he wanted was to be strapped to a machine and have his huge tits, ballooned with milk, and his cock to be drained of his succulent cream every single day. He wanted Jay Moose to fuck his jiggly cheeks every single day in their open, green pasture, his mind reduced to nothing but some used whore.

Finally, accepting his fate, Andy shot his cream all across the barn floor. Mooing in absolute pleasure, no longer regretting or worrying about what lied in store for him and his future. His master chuckled, ecstatic to see his newest cow finally come to it’s senses. “Tsk tsk tsk Naughty boy, look at all that fresh cream gone to waste,” Dr. Simmons brought his index and middle finger to the ground, scooping up some of Andy’s spunk. “Here, how about you have a special taste of what’s to come.”

Andy whined an apology, wanting only to please his master as Dr. Simmons shoved his cum-covered fingers between Andy’s lips. He suckled, enjoying the sweet taste of his own nut being fed to him by his master. “How is it?” Dr. Simmons inquired with a grin, he knew he had already won and was relishing in the feeling. All Andy could reply was a mindless, “Moo…”