The second part of a piece I commissioned writer to write for me. He does good stuff! hit him up! I had stuff picked out to illustrate this, but between being in a rush to post and the move from tumblr, things got lost in the shuffle! Happy end of 2018 everyone! Here’s to an awesome 2019!
Stiles is the first one to step through the portal, placing the crystals around it to act as a magical generator to keep the portal open. Placing the last crystal down, he sticks his hand through, giving a thumbs up for the others to follow him. Sam Winchester is next to come out, stepping over the ring of crystals and looks around the wooded area of this new world. Derek the last to come through, his eyes trained on Sam, making sure the hunter doesn’t bolt ahead of them, still not trusting the man despite the common interest they share in needing to come here. “Be nice.” Derek hears Stiles say, casting his gaze away from the hunter to his packmate. “I didn’t do anything.” Derek defends. “No, but that glare you’re giving him isn’t going to help Derek. We have to work together here. This is a new world, which none of us knew multiple worlds was a thing, we don’t know how this world works, we need to stick together if we want to find Jackson and Sam’s brother.” Stiles says Derek huffs in annoyance. He knows that, last week since Jackson and the other hunter disappeared through a portal Stiles opened, which had caused a lot of tension to say the least, but they were able to smooth things over agreeing to work together in order to find both Jackson and Sam’s brother, but still Derek didn’t trust the guy. Even though the others seemed to get along with Sam greatly after they worked things out and started working together. “Fine, but I’m still keeping an eye on him.” Derek says after a few moments of silence. Stiles nods and pats Derek’s shoulder, moving to get close to Sam, Derek following behind him. “Okay, now that we’re here, we need to try and get a feel of the land, see where the closest town is since more than likely that’s where Jackson and Dean will be. Once there we should lay low somewhat and try not to stand out if we can help it, since well we have no idea how this world is different than our’s and how things work here so it’d be best not to stand out.” Stiles says. “Yeah, got it, I’m going to head this way.” Sam says, turning and already walking off. “Hey! We need to stick together!” Stiles calls after him. “And I need to hurry and find my brother” Sam calls back, showing no sign of stopping where he’s going. “I could knock him out and we leave him here and us just go look?” Derek offers, falling next to Stiles as he follows after Sam. “Tempting, but like I said Derek we need to stick together, we have 24 hours max of stored power in the crystals to keep the portal open.” “I know Stiles, and we need to work together to find Jackson” “And Dean.” Stiles adds and Derek chooses to ignore, cause honestly he doesn’t really care about the hunter since he attacked his pack. “As quickly as we can before that time period is up and the portal closes.” Derek finishes saying. He pauses then, tilting his head to the left when he hears something coming from that direction, focusing his werewolf hearing to try and make out what it is. Stiles stops when he realizes Derek’s not walking beside him anymore, turning around and seeing him standing still, thinking Derek might have heard something, he turns and jogs up to Sam, getting the hunters attention, gesturing for Sam to be quiet, so Derek can focus, and for him to follow Stiles back to Derek. “It sounds like town is this way.” He points to the northwest part of the woods. “I can hear people driving on a road this way as well as people talking.” he finishes. “That’s good, we’ve only been here not even thirty minutes and possibly already found the closests town.” Stiles says, he and Sam following Derek as he leads them in the direction of town. “We still have to hope this is the town Dean and your friend ended up.” Sam chimes in. “Geez and I thought Derek was the only grump.” Stiles says, getting a glare from both Derek and Sam. The travel the rest the way in silence, Stiles leaving markers behind as they o so they can find their way back to the portal easier, Derek still leading them, till finally they reach the end of the woods, stepping into what looks like a small park. “Okay, now that we found the town we need to maybe find a map of it, then begin looking for Jackson and Dean, marking off the areas we looked and such.” Stiles says, but once again Sam is already moving, not wanting to wait around more than he has to in finding Dean, since like Stiles said before, they don’t know how this world is and how different it is from their world so who knows if something happened to Dean or not before they were able to come and save him. “Dude, didn’t you hear me? We have to stay together!” stiles calls out to Sam. “Wouldn’t we cover more ground if we split up? We can meet back here at the park in two hours.”Sam pauses to say before he’s turning back around and jogging out of the park. “What’s the point of me making a plan for this mission if not everyone’s going to follow it?” Stiles sighs, Derek patting him on the shoulder. “We can just look on our own, and hope Sam or us has some luck in finding Jackson and the other hunter.” Derek reassures. “Besides so far this place doesn’t look all that different from back home.” he adds as he and Stiles exit the park, passing some guys that are out jogging, seeing some other men walking on the streets or driving by in cars. Which has Stiles relaxing now that it seems it’s similar at least to where they’re from. That is till they come to a crosswalk, seeing two guys in only pairs of speedo’s intertwined with each other as they make out, groping each other’s round bubble butts. Derek and Stiles share a look, no one else seeming to be affected at all but the over display of affection going on. In fact seeing it makes them look more closely, seeing now everyone they’ve passed by as been a guy to some muscular degree, others showing similar displays of affection as the two men at the crosswalk, others going further when Stiles points out to the guys further down the street sucking off a fairly built man in a suit as they sit at a bus stop. “So, this is different.” Stiles says. “You think?” Derek replies, smelling the strong arousal coming from the men around them, trying not to focus on it or let it show how he’s kinda turned on by all that they are seeing right now. “Okay, this isn’t a big deal, I mean it’s better than we had thought at least.” Stiles says. The two walk side by side further into town from where they started at the park. Seeing more and more sexual scenes from different men as they go, even getting some flitery cat calls as they go. Which Stiles is thrilled by, while Derek not so much. “You don’t have to send every guy who compliments you a death glare you know.” Stiles says after Derek literally growls at a guy who shamelessly stops them to just flirt with Derek, skipping asking the werewolf on a date and just asks if he wants to go fuck somewhere. “I’m not interested in these kind of guys.” Derek says, his scowl still on his face. He hated guys like they’ve seen so far, arrogant, cocky, total tools and douchebags that were so full of themselves and their looks, thinking they could get whomever they wanted just based on how hot they were. He would rather date a guy who was smart, funny, and sometimes can be a snarky little shit. Someone with brown mess hair, sleeps with his ass up in the hair sometimes when he spends most the night researching something, who likes Batman and other nerd things. “Sure it’s that and not this mysterious crush you have on someone back home?” Stiles asks causing Derek to stiffen slightly next to him. “What?” “Scott said he thinks you’re into someone back home, it’s cool you won’t tell me, but dude if I knew who it was I could totally be your wingman and help you score a date with them. It’s cool though gotta keep it on the down low so I won’t pry.” Stiles says. “It’s you you idiot!” Derek thinks and wants to yell, but he keeps quiet, clenching his fists by his side. Hating how he can’t work up the courage to ask Stiles out himself, each time he tried he ends up chickening out and bringing something else up or just walking away while Stiles sends him a confused look at his retreating back. “Don’t look so grumpy, I’m sure you’ll ask them out at some point, just take small steps.” Stiles breaks derek out of his thoughts and places a hand on his shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze before he walks further head, finding the library and jogs to it. Derek watches him go, no doubt with Stiles finding the library he can find a town map, making it easier for them to check places in the town for Jackson and Dean. Derek waits outside, caught up in his thoughts, sighing as he just wishes he could have the courage to tell Stiles how he feels. ——————————– Sam knows it was kind of a dick move of him to just leave Derek and Stiles behind like that, and he would apologize to them later, but he just needed to find Dean. He falls into a system that made when they first got into hunting with their dad, always checking motels if they were to get separated and couldn’t find each other.So that’s where Sam goes first, or tries to. He doesn’t know the town after all, so he needs to ask directions to the closest one. As he looks for someone to ask is when he notices what Derek and Stiles noticed about what’s different than this town than back home. The first guys he was going to ask directions from he decided not to when they started to make out, not wanting to disturb them, and then not wanting to be there when he saw fishing out the others cocks and started jerking each other off right there. Unfortantly for Sam, he ran into a few instances similar like that, different men he would try to talk to ending up engaging in some sort of sexual act before he could. Realizing then that this town has to be more open with more rated R public displays of affection than back home. Sam finally finds one guy not doing any of those kinds of things, the man standing at a bus stop, busy on his phone. While he only wore a tank top with some wrestling looking logo on it, a wrestling speedo and boots, he was still better option that the other men Sam came across. The guy looks up from his phone as Sam speaks, the man looks to be in his 30s or so, face all stern and serious looking, his hair pulled up into a man bun and his face covered with a thick beard. The guy looks intimidating, but as Sam asks him for directions the guy smiles, telling Sam the closet one is a couple blocks west of where they are, but how it was full now due to them booked with fans of a wrestling event in town so if he was looking for a room he might want to try the motel that’s a 20 minute bus ride to the east. “Thanks, I’ll try there after, i’m just looking for my brother.” Sam says and leaves the man behind. Not aware of the man’s eyes on Sam’s retreating back, focused on Sam’s ass while the hunter heads for the motel. Like the guy said the place does look packed, the parking lot full of cars and men walking around and chatting. Sam passes them by, heading for the main office, entering and is met with a shirtless man in his twenties, “Can I help you, or maybe you can help me?” the clerk says with a flirty grin, biting his bottom lip as he eyes Sam, clearly checking him out. “I was wondering if my brother was here, Dean Winchester?” Sam ignores the man’s flirts and gets straight to it. The man pouts a little, but he types away on his computer. “Hmmm, no I don’t see a Dean Winchester in our system, nor anyone named Dean for that matter I’m afraid.” the clerk looks apologetic at least as he says this, Sam thanks him and goes to leave. Maybe he’ll check around the motel himself before he tries the other one, after all Dean could use one of their fake names on one their credit cards they use back home so there’s a chance Dean could still be here. Only after searching the motel for any signs of Dean Sam come up empty handed, running a hand through his long hair, he thinks he might ask to borrow a phone to call the other motel across town and see if Dean’s there before making the trip, only when Sam enters the building again to ask the clerk who helped him before he finds the place empty. Deciding to wait for him to come back, Sam looks around the main office, seeing a few doors that lead to different places in the motel, one leading to a gym, which has Sam thinking if the clerk had gone into the gym to work out. After all this place has been weird with how handys the men are, so it wouldn’t be weird for the clerk to be working out instead of working. Entering the gym he finds it empty of any other people there. He does see a gym bag though that sitting on a bench a little ways in. A thought comes to his mind, thinking what if there was a phone in the bag, he could just call around or google the number to the other motel himself, since his phone didn’t work in this world. Looking around, Sam makes his way over to the gym bag, finishing opening it and begins looking inside it. “Shorts, boots, jockstrap. Ew.” sam mutters to himself, pulling the items out of the gym bag, till he finally finds a phone inside that’s in a separate zipped section of the gym bag. He’s glad to see there’s no sort of pin code or anything to unlock the phone, all he needs to do is swipe it with his finger and it unlocks. He pauses when he sees the logo as the phone background, it looking similar to the logo that was on the guy at the bus stops tank top. Only having some differences to it, and for some reason it seems even more familiar than that though, like it means more to Sam. He snaps out of it, and starts to look through google, finding the right number for the other motel and dials the number. Holding the phone to his ear, Sam begins to fill a little weird as he listens to the phone ringing, his mind starting to get thick and it’s getting hard for him to focus till finally someone picks up. The man having a deep voice, sounding almost out of breath as he pants out a “Hello?” “Umm is this Sanderson’s motel?” “Yeah, but bro, I’m a little busy here, fucking this hot little twunks ass so can I like put you on hold or something?” The guy does so before Sam could even respond, annoyed, Sam sits on the bench next to the gym back, rubbing his face, still feeling so uneasy and weird, the smell of the gym back next to him not helping. In fact smelling it makes him feel weird, like the potent musk coming from it is familiar to him. Sam finds himself lifting the navy blue shorts with the orange and yellow striped patterns on the sides. Sam notices a name labeled into the back insides of the shorts, the label saying ‘Moose’, which Sam finds to be even more familiar.He knows Crowley and some others have called him Moose, but this time, reading the word on the label of this shorts makes him think of it for some other reason, it having some meaning to him. Sam doesn’t know his hair has started to pull into his head. The long brown hair he had darkens and turns black as his hair reforms into a medium length hair style. Sam’s eyebrows grow a little thicker, turning black like his new hair. His legs shrinking a little as he sits, losing a inch or two to his height, but makes up for the loss height with a few pounds of extra muscle mass on him. Sam groans, mostly from still having to wait on the phone for the guy to get down so he can sees if Dean’s there, and because how warm his body feels. He thinks it’s how hot the gym feels, Sam ending up pulling his jacket and shirt off, leaving him bare chested, showing how his skin his getting more tanned, veins bulging against his much more toned and bulky body, especially when he moves his arms. The dusting of stubble Sam had on his face retracts into his skin, leaving him smoothed and clean shaven, he scratches at his cheeks, feeling the smooth skin under his finger and pauses, looking down and see’s his body, how it’s got extra tone and bulk to his frame, how his pale skin looks darker, he looks and his eyes find a mirror, seeing the new man staring back at him causes Sam to do a double take. Before he can react the deep voice comes on the phone. “Sorry about that bro, now how can I help ya?” Sam hesitates for a few moments but then he finally speaks. “I was wondering if you guys had someone named.” Sam pauses, who was he wanting to ask for again, He couldn’t remember the guys name, or who he was really, just this silhouette of a man comes to mind that Sam just can’t quite figure out who it is and why they seem so important to them. He knows the man’s name starts with a D, saying as such to the clerk of the other motel. “Dude, D could mean a lot of things, and I do mean a lot of things. He says in a suggestive voice.” Sam ends up ending the call, his head spinning to much, and he feared he’d drop his phone with how dizzy he was getting, setting the phone back in his bag. Sam doesn’t even realize he’s referring to the bag he found in the gym and intended to just borrow the phone from as his bag and his phone. He rubs he’s head, trying to think who this man is that name starts with a D and why he’s important to him. “There you are, should have known your ass would be in the gym hitting the iron.” a voice says. Sam looks up, seeing the man from the bus stop coming into the gym, Sam feels his stomach flip, a smile forming on his face as he sees the man, new memories flooding his mind as he realizes who the man is. “Dominic, took you long enough to get here.” How could Sam forget Dominic? His best friend, tag team partner in the wrestling league and the best fuck he’s ever had. “The buses ran late, but I’m here now for us to train for our upcoming match, Moose.” Hearing his wrestling name brings more memoires into Sam’s mind, Called Moose for how hard Sam can hit in the ring, and how hard it is to knock him over, just like one can expect from the animal moose so the name had stuck. He and Dominic were some the beast in the league, and some the hottest to watch in a winner and loser sex match at the end of each round. Just thinking about those matches made Sam’s bulge grow in his navy blue shorts, not even realizing his jeans had faded, the jockstrap and shorts he found in the bag appearing on him, as do the boots he placed aside earlier, taking place over his sneakers. The two make small talk, as they head for the heights, spotting each other as they lift. Talking about how to win their next match against the Crowley twins. Sam truly embracing this new life of his as his old life grows fainter, and like Dean forgets about it entirely. ————————————————– Stiles tells Derek he will just be a sec as he enters the library, planning to just check one the computers, print out a map of the town so they can get back to looking for Jackson and Dean. Stiles thinks momentarily about the talk with Derek, about how guys were throwing themselves at him basically and Derek turning each one down. It kinda stung, to see Derek having men wanting him so bad, and more so when Derek turned them all down cause stiles knew for sure then what Scott told him was true, or least had to be to some extent. He had no idea who Derek could be into, he hadn’t seen the alpha interacting with anyone different or even mention anyone new. Unless Derek just kept that a secret. Still Stiles knew Derek wasn’t interested in him, why would he be anyway? Stiles was this pale, 147 pound soaking wet guy, while Derek was basically a greek god, of course he would never want a guy like Stiles. Stiles shoves that thought process out his mind, he needed to focus here, he had a job to do after all. He looks for the computer section of the library, only to find the computer shut down when he does find them, a note saying the systems were down due to a event taking place today. “Are you kidding me?” Stiles mutters to himself, annoyed he goes to find the librarian, hoping he doesn’t find whomever it is fucking someone like he and Derek practically say on the way here. Getting up to the help desk, Stiles sees a door ajar, flashing lights coming from it. Curious, Stiles moves behind the help desk, peering into the door to see what’s going on. “Okay Mike I need you to cradle the books in your arms and give me a focused look.” the man with his back to Stiles says, snapping away pictures of the model in front of him. The room looks to be a makeshift photo shoot studio. Lights, different cameras and other gear laid around. The photographer looks to be in his late thirties, well built with streaks of silver in his hair, looking like one the hottests dilfs Stiles has seen, while the younger model looks like he could pass as the guys son. Stiles focuses too much on what they’re doing some reason that he doesn’t notice they’ve stopped and are looking at him. “Can I help you?” The photographer says, smiling kindly to Stiles. Stiles flails into the room, flushing a little as he grins sheepishly, “I was looking for the librarian. I had a question about the computers I wanted to ask them.” he says. “You’re looking at him, Tanner Summers, librarian and professional photographer.” he says “You can take 5 Mike.” Tanner says to the model, who winks at Stiles as he leaves the room. “As for the computers I’m afraid they’re down for now while I’m focusing on my photo shoot to promote reading.” “You use attractive male models to promote reading?” Stiles asks in surprise. Tanner just grins and shrugs as an answer. “Say, why don’t you do a few shots for me? In exchange i’ll let you use my computer in my office for whatever you need. Deal?” Before Stiles could pass on the offer, Tanner lifts the camera up and takes a picture of Stiles, the bright flash makes him see spots, as he takes a step back, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. “Dude what the hell?” he says, his voice sounding a little off. Another Flash, and Stiles feels himself wobbling on his feet. “Sorry for being so forward, but you’re just too perfect of a model for me not to try and get a few shots with.” he says Flash Stiles can’t move, whatever the guys doing to him his making him unable to do anything but stand there, feeling his shirt disappear off him, leaving his pale skinny body exposed Flash Stiles tries to call out to Derek for help, but no words leave his mouth, he feels his chest tingling, looking down with his blurry vision and sees black ink dots forming, the ink swirling and snaking over his body, forming and becoming different designs till Stiles chest, shoulders, arms, neck are littered in detailed tattoos. Stiles stomach churning from the sight of the new tattoos, knowing that’s impossible for him to have given his major fear of needles, but yet here he was with a body almost full of them. “Bro, what the fuck ya doing to me?” Stiles grunts, his voice definitely sounding different this time, much deeper than it was before, more manly sounding, accent heavy as if Stiles was born and raised somewhere in New York rather than a small California town. “Just relax,” Tanner says. Flash Stiles muscles tense, the skin rippling and starts to swell, bulging and expanding as Stiles gains healthy amount of muscle mass on him, years worth of dieting and exercising in the gym shaping onto his body in a matter of moments from the last Flash blinded Stiles vision. He even feels his legs stretching upwards, becoming a staggering 6’7” in height, easily towering over the photographer now in both bulk and height. Flash Stiles grunts, feeling something stick into his ear, the diamond stud earring sparkling in the bright lights of the studio, His hair becoming more maintenance, the sides shaved down and the top styled up with hair products. Stiles face shifting, losing his boyish baby face he had, even though he was 20 years old, replaced with more mature look as he ages a couple years into his mid twenties. Stiles lips becoming fuller and plump, cheeks dimpled and chiseled, adding to his more mature handsome appearance. The last Flash of the camera has Stiles physical changes wrapped up, his mind reworking itself now, filling with the ins and outs of being a professional model, any knowledge the supernatural leaving his mind. Stiles becoming more brawn than brains, more inclined to show off his body for the camera and make a sexy pose than he would be to sit down and read a book or do any sort of research. “Tanner bro, we almost done here? My boyfriend is waitin out front for me.” Stiles says in his smoother new yorker accented voice a few moments later, his mind settling into his new life. Tanner assures Stiles they are almost done, they just need a few more shots of Stiles holding a few books and pretend he’s reading them while wearing glasses. Stiles takes the props, putting the glasses on and opening one the books, posing behind the background screen as Tanner finishes taking the sets of photos. ——————————————————- Derek begins to feel uneasy, Stiles should have been out by now shouldn’t he? Derek had only agreed to stay outside the library because Stiles said he could see Jackson or Dean walking by, which Derek doubted but Stiles was adamant Derek do so, promising he’d only be ten minutes tops. It was no going on forty minutes, and Derek was trying to use his heightened sense of hearing to pick up Stiles voice or movements, but the town around him was too loud for him to pinpoint Stiles exactly, especially when some the sounds Derek was hearing was from the club just next door to the library. Derek thought it was weird for a nightclub to be next to a library of all places, and for it to be active and open during the middle of the day, but then again this town was different from back home so Derek really shouldn’t be surprised. He just wishes the annoying beat of the music in the club wasn’t so loud, the club seems to be having it on repeat with how long it’s been playing, getting to the point no matter how much Derek tries to tune it out it’s all he can hear. Derek doesn’t realize though the affect the musics having on him, Derek’s lean muscles begin to tighten, biceps swelling and makes his shirt sleeves feel tighter which he frowns and looks down at to see why that is, seeing the bigger biceps he’s not sporting. Alarmed, derek unfolds his arms and pushes off from the wall of the library, lifting his arms out and studying them, confirming his fear that they are bigger and seeming to get bigger. He’s about to rush into the library to get Stiles, worried something’s going on with him like there is with Derek, but Derek’s legs won’t move. Well they do, but not from where he’s standing, his legs seem to be following to the beat of the music, slowly dancing to it as his body keeps growing with extra pounds of muscles mass. Derek opens his mouth to call out for Stiles, since he doubts any strangers in this world would help him, but nothing comes out his mouth. Derek watches as his hair falls away, becoming a shaved buzz cut style on his head now, his stubble beard he can feel sinking into his face, leaving the werewolf clean shaven, showing off his sharper handsome face more clearly now he’s not having any facial hair to cover it. “This is some fucking bullshit man, I want this shit to fucking stop already!” Derek finally is able to speak, but what comes out his mouth is not what he wanted to say at all. To start with he sounded like a arrogant asshole with how the sentence was phrased, his voice sounding a few tones deeper than his normal voice sounded like. Derek’s legs keep moving as the alpha is dealing with the transformation. His movements becoming more bold and lewd, shaking his ass now while ir balloons into a jiggling bubble butt, his jeans shrinking on him, becoming a pair of neon pink and green shorts that really make his ass pop. His bulge filling the crotch of them, Derek unable to keep from moaning as he feels his dick lengthening and getting thicker. His shirt’s next to disappearing, showing off Derek’s smooth muscular chest, his meaty pecs bouncing with him as he dances to himself. “Of course you’d be out here dancing like you were on stage.” a somewhat familiar voice says, Derek turns around, finally able to stop dancing when he sees a handsome man stepping out of the library, The man is fairly well built, his torso covered in tattoos, for a moment Derek thinks of Stiles, but then his mind’s going dark, the old Derek being subdued, merging with a new persona as the two become one. “It’s my week off babe, i gotta practice for when i got back on stage next week. Besides don’t act like you don’t love me shaking my ass around.” Derek gives Stiles a smug look. “It is a nice ass afterall,” Stiles wraps his arms around Derek, pulling him into a kiss. Stiles being the taller one now, has to lean further down for Derek to reach his lips, The two staying together like that, embraced in each others arms, content with just holding each other like that. For a moment, both of them recall something, like this display of affection is new for them, that they never were like this before now, but that couldn’t be right. They’ve been together for years, ever since they met at the gym when Derek went and signed up for a personal trainer, Stiles being a new model then and doing personal training on top of that and was assigned to be Derek’s trainer. Just as quick as that odd feeling came it leaves, the two pulling away from each other. “Ready to go now? Sorry it took so long, Tanner wanted to get some extra pics in to hold back to use for a calendar or something.” Stiles says, the two leaving the library holding hands. “It’s cool babe, we still got plenty of time before the movie starts to grabs some food.” Derek says, the two sharing a kiss as the head off to their date. Back in the quiet forest the portal begins to weaken, the glowing crystals flickering as they lose their magic, the portal blinking open and closed or a few more minutes as the magic is fading from it, before finally going out and the portal closes for good, not that the five men who came here from another wo
“Don’t look me in the eyes! Please. I don’t … I don’t want to … want … I … have to … no….”
“Are you okay?” You approach the man as he stumbles back. His hands are resting easily behind his back, his powerful frame tensing with his titanic exertion. His torso is thick and well carved with powerful muscle. A chiseled six pack sits under two slab-like pectorals.
The moment you touch his arm in concern, he strikes. Suddenly, your wrist is seized in an iron grip and you feel yourself being pulled against that torso to be held in a crushing embrace as he stares down at you with … what the…?
You see no pupils, only two sets of spirals, constantly spinning deeper and deeper.
You’re suddenly starting to feel very warm as the spirals continue to swirl. You pant as sweat begins to form on your brow, chest and stomach. The man’s torso burns hotter and hotter against you as he continues to glare you down.
“This gym is for muscleheads only, by order of Coach. You will comply to Coach’s will. It is good to comply with Coach’s will. It is good to conform to Coach’s will. Conforming is complying. Complying is obeying. Obeying is pleasure.”
The spirals continued to spin and the behemoth of a man narrates in a low, dull monotone that gradually lulls you as he runs through his script and you watch on helplessly. By now, your shirt is thoroughly coated in sweat and it clings to your body like a second skin. You feel the tension of his biceps pressing against your triceps to pin you against his torso. His muscular torso. Such … beautiful … muscles….
“You cannot look away. But that is all right. There is no need to look away. Because muscle is good. Coach is good. Coach helps us grow muscle. We must obey to grow muscle. We must conform to grow muscle. Muscle must think for us. Muscle must act for us. Muscleheads do not think. You will not think.”
But ,… you….
“Thoughts are slowing now. Slowing as you go deeper, deeper into my eyes. Deeper into the spirals. Deeper into trance. Deeper and slower. Deeper and slower… Slower and dumber….”
That’s … that’s not… uh…. that’s….
You blink, and suddenly he’s jumped tracks. How long has it been? Does it … matter? You … you should listen. Yes. Listen.
“Muscle is meat. Your meat must grow. Your muscles must grow. Grow to conform. Grow to obey. Grow to be a musclehead, because Muscleheads obey Coach, and Muscleheads are dumb. And you are dumb, because you cannot think. So slow, so dull, so deep in trance as all your thoughts drain into the spiral, into your muscles, into your meat.”
MEAT.
You groan as you feel the heat build yet again. Your shirt grows tighter still and your legs part as you feel a greater mass and heft swelling between them. You heave deep breaths as your pectorals and shoulders take on more definition. Your jaw thickens as the fat recedes to reveal a powerful masculine square. A loud rip sounds as you continue to follow those eyes. You don’t even notice the fact you are nearly level with them now. You cannot marvel at the sudden surge of growth or the cool air that dances over your sweaty torso, carving new furlows that rapidly develop into well defined valleys along your abdominals.
“Our goal, our life, our purpose is to be mindless muscleheads for Coach. You will be a mindless musclehead for coach.”
The grip around you feels so tight now. It’s like he’s straining to contain you. But … that’s not right … is it? You breathe heavily as a dull tingle spreads down your thighs and through your arms, causing them to inflate and swell to match your captor.
…
No, not captor. Trainer. He is your trainer and recruiter.
You blink again. Cold air brushes over your recently trimmed hair. You feel new baggy sweatpants that you … had you been wearing them before?
…
Coach says wear them. You must wear them. It is not for you to question when or how.
Your voice has deepened with your thickening neck. It matches your trainer. You feel your mouth moving in time with his. You hear your twin stereo urging to Listen, grow, obey.
And then he stops. He releases you. He backs away.
You blink. You turn. You stare with your legs parted and your vascular arms behind in a parade rest. Your body is massive, each curve and ridge a testament to bodybuilding, to muscle, to your meat.
“To coach….” you whisper.
“What is your purpose?” your trainer asks.
You don’t miss a beat. “To be a perfect obedient musclehead for Coach. I am a good musclehead. I obey.” You shudder as you peer into your own new and improved swirling eyes. You have inherited the spiral, the constant drain designed to ensure you never think too much again. Every time you look in a mirror, every time you pass a reflective surface, those eyes will pull you back. those eyes will keep you a proper mindless musclehead.
You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder as your new musclehead brother turns you around.
“Jim, allow me to introduce Christopher Williams, one of our most successful beta testers to the program, by far. Christopher, why don’t you say hello?”
“’Sup, bro?”
Wait, did I just say that?
“James, are you insane? This man is clearly engaged! We told you, no outside attachments!”
“And there are none, if you would just let me explain. The ring is a symbol of being bound to one’s love, essentially making the connection to a particular entity more permanent, yes?”
“Obviously.”
“Good. Now watch. Christopher, could you tell me who your first love is?”
“Uh, the gym? Is this like a trick question or something, Prof.?”
The hell…? What am I doing here? Why am I sitting in front of these men? And … why are my clothes feeling so tight?
“And why are you wearing that ring?”
“Guys and girls keep askin’ me out. It’s kinda annoying.”
“And why is it annoying?”
“’Cause I love the gym. Pumping reps, breaking goals, making gains. It feels so fuckin’ good.”
Am I …? Oh no. Please don’t ask me to stand up. Actually, please just pinch me or something. Wake me up!
“Thank you, Christopher.”
“Uh, Prof., can we just drop it to Chris?”
Excuse me?
“If that’s what you want.”
“I do. Can I go back to the gym now? I was in the middle of a set, when you called me here.”
Gym? What’s he … I … talking about? I only just started the program.
“Not yet, Chris. Jim needs a demonstration of your progress.”
Why am I smiling?
“Wadaya need?”
“Could you perhaps give us a bit of a show?”
“Huhuhuh… Brought me to show off, huh? Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”
What’s happening? Am I…? HOLY CRAP! Is that me? What the hell? Well, I guess that explains the clamminess in my armpits, but … whoa. I look like a freaking bodybuilder! I … I can see my fucking pectorals! … wait. Fucking?
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“As you can see, the subject takes immense pleasure in the current state of his body. Put him in front of a mirror and his sense of vanity will reinforce the positive effects of his changes.”
“How do you like this, Prof.?”
Holy–! My arms look like a soccer ball and a softball had babies! I’m–
“I’m ripped.”
“Yes, Chris, you are.”
Ohhhhh … fuck, why does it feel so good to flex?
“You’ve been ripping for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Uhuh….”
“Getting shredded.”
“Yuh….”
“Shredding and repairing, tearing and rearranging.”
“Fuckin’ ace. Huhuhuh….”
What’s huhuhappening?
“What are you, Chris?”
“A gym-obsessed musclehead, sir.”
I’m a what now?
“And what do you do?”
“I flex and I grow. It feels so fuckin’ good to work out. I wanna be bigger.”
“And nothing else?”
“Uh … what else is there?”
Try reading a … Um … Okay, how about …? Will you just–?! O-oh…. ohhhhh… do that again….
“Then you’ll keep going to the gym, even after this trial is complete?”
“Uh, … yeah. Why shouldn’t I?”
Fitness is good, but … Mmm … what was I …? I was saying … Fitness is good. Yeah. And then … uh … uh … Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………
“Fitness is good.”
“That’s right, Chris. Fitness is good.”
“The subject appears to have difficulty holding sophisticated discussion, James.”
“Better that than dealing with being obese.”
Fitness is good. Flexing is good. Muscle is good. So … so fuckin’ good… Good to… I need to… Can’t… Must–!
“Uh … can I go back to the gym now? I need to work out.”
“The drain in IQ is a bit much, isn’t it?”
“I think he’ll do fine.”
“Is there any way we can lessen it?”
“Not at this time. That being said, he’s been the most diligent of all our subjects. Perhaps we simply need to reduce exposure.”
Troy was a little confused when he got back to his student dorm after finishing up his lectures for the day and discovered a brand new game installed on his Xbox. He hadn’t set up any downloads at the start of the day and a quick check of his mobile banking confirmed that he hadn’t paid for anything from the Xbox Store so somehow this free game had managed to install itself while the console was in resting mode.
“Straight Guy Simulator,” he mumbled, reading the title aloud and then laughing. Seriously, what kind of game was this? It sounded utterly ridiculous but he was sure that it would be an easy thousand-gamerscore so he was more than happy to boot it up and get playing. Sure enough the game seemed pretty simple, if stereotypical. The title screen had cheerleaders dancing around in the background and a soccer ball in the place of the ‘o’ for crying out loud. That said more than enough about the quality of the game to begin with.
Much to Troy’s surprise though, he found himself becoming strangely engrossed in the character creation menus. The graphics were surprisingly well done and even let him scan in an image from his social media profiles to create the perfect avatar. There was an option to change absolutely everything from his height to weight and even his interests. The only glitch was whenever he tried to change his sexuality – it would never let him pick gay or even bisexual from the drop-down list. Despite being gay himself, Troy supposed that it made sense considering the title of the game but it still bothered him, as if there was something not quite right about it.
After he had suitably modified his player character to reflect a more ambitious version of himself with bigger muscles, tanned skin and stylish hair, Troy began playing as ‘Trey’. Hours passed, feeling like mere minutes as Troy completed quest after quest, each time choosing the flirtatious options with any female NPC he met and scoring a total of four explicit sex-scenes including one featuring two cheerleaders and two with the sister of his character’s best friend. At first Troy was surprised by the graphic detail of the mature scenes but he quickly grew to love it and crave more.
By the time the sun rose the next morning Troy was totally engrossed and all but unrecognizable. He had been so fixated on playing the game that he hadn’t even noticed his own transformation – body swelling with muscle, skin tanning and cock growing until he more closely resembled the character he’d been playing as for the past eight hours. It wasn’t just that he looked like Trey, he thought like him too. He got hard every time a bimbo came on screen in those amazingly realistic graphics and wrinkled his nose in disgust when he finished the quest that revealed Trey’s best friend was actually a closeted homosexual.
By the time he completed all of the quests and finished the game some twelve hours after he had started it, reality had warped around the new Trey. His university flat was no longer the home to posters of shirtless male athletes nor the Hunky Fireman calendar that listed all the upcoming LGBT Society events. Instead it was messy and void of any major decorations other than a few weight-lifting championship trophies. It was the room of a typical straight guy breezing through university with very few cares other than how many chicks he could pick up in a week.
Shutting his Xbox down after a successful gaming session, Trey let out a long sigh. He felt like something was different but he wasn’t quite sure what. Oh yeah, maybe it was that his bed didn’t have any bimbos in it. He’d have to change that and he knew better than anyone in the flat that it was never too early to get some pussy action!
Josh
anxiously gripped the wheel as he drove to his interview. He changed the
music a couple of times as he maneuvered his beat-up Honda over to a warehouse
near the industrial district where the job was located. He had seen a
posting online for a modeling job for a new brand of gym clothing company
several days ago, and he thought he would toss his name into the hat. He
had never heard of the clothing company before, but they offered $300.00 for an
afternoon of work, and Josh always looked for opportunities to get a little
extra spending money. He glanced at himself in the mirror again, hoping
he was what the photographers were looking for.
Josh
was a twenty seven year old gym rat who currently worked as a sales rep for a
phone company. He had grown embarrassed that he had gotten chubby in
college after graduating, and dedicated a great deal of his free time to
getting in shape. After work he would run, row, lift, and do yoga to lose
the spare tire he had gained finishing up a hard year of school. Even when he got to his freshman weight, Josh
continued his fitness regime and soon realized he was a good-looking guy.
He had buzzed dirty blonde hair with heavy stubble, a look he thought
complemented his lean muscles. His eyes
were a dark shade of green, and he had a hint of southern drawl as he
talked. He was not one of those muscle
studs that he often saw modeling for various gym apparel companies, but he
hoped that his authentic and realistic look would serve him well.
Josh
barely had time to work through what he was going to say in the interview
before he reached his destination. The
large building did not look like much, but there were several cars and vans
parked in the lot, so he figured he was in the right place. Josh parked
and took a moment to take a few deep breaths while he built his
confidence. He had worked hard for his
body dammit, and he was not going to feel intimidated by the what-ifs. He
turned his car off, grabbed his gym bag with two other sets of clothing, got
out of his car, squared his shoulders, and walked with a measure of confidence
towards the partially ajar door.
Josh
was surprised at the busy scene that greeted him as he walked into the
warehouse. Men were everywhere, setting up several backdrops, placing lights,
and calling out instructions to the masses of workers. Josh looked around
and saw several other fit guys, all in gym clothing, and went over to them to
see what he needed to do. One of them, a
short but beefy wrestler-looking guy who introduced himself as Tanner told Josh
that they were going to be interviewed one at a time, and that there was a guy
currently in the back office conducting the interviews. Josh felt a small
sigh of relief bubble up that he had some time to wait before he had to
interview, and made small talk with the other guys.
Josh
realized all the guys there were in their mid-twenties, fit but not incredibly
muscled, and all were objectively attractive. He began scoping them out,
trying to evaluate his competition, and before long he heard someone shouting
his name. He started, and jogged over to
a man in a headset with a clipboard. The man told him that he was up, and
to head back to the office, a small space that had been partitioned off in the
back of the warehouse. Josh nodded, and soon
walked over there.
The
back office was sparsely furnished, with just a desk, a chair, and a swivel
chair in which sat a larger, suited man in his mid-forties with a thick goatee
and a stack of papers in front of him. There were a surprising number of
posters of men in athletic gear, showing off their bodies in a series of photos
that emphasized their muscles, their fitness, and their rugged
masculinity. He motioned at the chair in
front of him as he rummaged through different resumes, and Josh took a seat.
“Hey
Josh, my name is Clint. I am the director of Immoral Studios, and I am
also in charge of the hiring process here. I’ve been in the business for
almost twelve years, and have made hundreds of successful…marketing
campaigns.”
He
chuckled at that, as though it was a joke only he was aware of.
“I
figured we would start with some basic questions, and ease you into the harder
stuff to see if you’re a good fit for our new photo shoot.”
“Yeah
man, I am ready,” Josh replied.
“Perfect.
Let’s start with your age, height, and weight,” Clint asked.
“OK.
I’m twenty-seven, five foot ten, and a hundred and eighty pounds,” Josh
stated, a little too quickly. Technically, he was just around one hundred
and eighty five pounds, but he figured leaner would be better for this.
After
that, Clint proceeded to ask a series of questions about Josh’s gym habits,
inquiring how much he benched, squatted, and pressed. He asked Josh for
his mile time, his usual workout routine, and anything he did to track his diet. Finally, he asked Josh to get on the floor
and do pushups, as many as he could do in a minute. Josh managed a solid
forty eight, and was starting to perspire after his physical challenge. Josh noted that Clint was smiling as he wrote
the results down, and he felt more confident about the interview.
“That
was amazing man. Here, have some water,” Clint said, pushing a bottle of
cold water across the table to Josh. Josh began to slow his breathing,
recovering from his challenge. He popped
the lid and drank, and found he was incredibly thirsty after just one sip.
He began guzzling the water, completely draining the bottle gulp by
gulp. He let out a loud sigh of
satisfaction after finishing the drink, and felt it cooling him off, although
it looked like he was sweating harder than from the pushups. His shirt
was soaked in moments, and Josh looked like he had just played a full game of
basketball not long thereafter.
“Glad
to see you all refreshed. Now that the boring part is over, let’s dig
into the meat of the interview,” Clint said as he smiled wolfishly. “How
old are you again? Coming up on your
thirty fifth birthday, right?”
Josh
felt puzzled for a minute, then he felt tension let out of his body. He
held himself in better posture, feeling confidence well up in his chest born
from years of experience. He grew older before Clint’s eyes, a few grey
hairs mixing into his buzz cut, a few lines forming around his face. Josh took
on the bearing of one who has gotten through their turbulent post-college years
and become aware of what they want and how to get it.
“Yup.
Thirty four for another three weeks. Still far enough away from the big
four- oh,” He said in a slightly deeper voice, completely devoid of the anxiety
that had bubbled up from before.
“And
you’re six foot one correct?” Clint continued.
Josh
felt his spine lengthen and his body stretch out at this pronouncement, but
replied with a simple, “Yes.”
“All
the while keeping your body at a beefy two hundred and fifteen pounds, while
staying under fifteen percent body fat is impressive. Or, sorry, is it
two hundred and twenty pounds?” Clint asked, trying to keep the chuckle out of
his voice.
Josh
felt his muscles grow and redistribute. He was actually hovering under
twelve percent body fat, so he gained just a bit of padding, but still his arms
and chest were impressive. His chest pushed out inside his tank top, and
his arms grew massive. He felt himself
adjust in his chair as his beefy quads thickened and pushed him up more and
necessitated a change in how he was sitting.
“Just
got to two eighteen this morning actually. Been plateauing for a while,
but I am finally crushing it again,” Josh said, flexing his new, bigger muscles
unconsciously.
“That’s
right, I am being forgetful. How about you toss that tank top, let me get
a look at your progress,” Clint requested.
Josh
nodded, and soon was standing, shirtless and still dripping with sweat, as he
showed off a couple of poses for Clint. He flexed his arms and chest,
then Clint had him do some air squats to show off his glutes. Once the interviewer was satisfied, Josh
tossed himself down in the chair, feeling a little turned on at being able to
show off his body so much.
Clint
asked a few more questions about his measurements, more like statements than
questions, and soon Josh was looking buff and beefy. Questions about his
hair and beard soon had Josh sporting a crew cut and a short goatee, and
questions about his body hair grooming soon gave him a well maintained pelt of
chest hair, while keeping his back and upper arms perfectly waxed. A few
more questions gave Josh a fresh full sleeve on his right arm, really
emphasizing his biceps, and a few more tattoos sprinkled themselves across his
body to further emphasize his masculine, athletic look.
“Oh
yeah, one other thing. I imagine it must be hard finding good underwear
that fits that fat ten inch dick of yours. Do you special order yours?”
Clint asked, seeming casual after just appraising Josh like a cut of meat.
Josh
felt his crotch twitch and surge, his previously average dick growing much
bigger in his shorts, and after a readjustment, Josh felt his underwear
disappear.
“It can
be a pain in the ass. Which is why, like today, I usually freeball.
I like to let it breathe a little, you know?”
“Oh yes, I can imagine.
Especially with how heavy those balls of yours are. But with how
much precum you make, it must be difficult not showing when you are turned on.
Although, since you are such an alpha male, I bet you like showing off
when that big fuckstick gets hard.”
This change affected
Josh on two fronts, and he felt a chill rise from the base of his spine all the
way to his skull. Not only did his ball sack grow to match his huge
horsecock, but his personality shifted. Now
he smirked at Clint, and flattened his athletic shorts over his thigh to show
the outline of his semi hard dick.
“Why not show off what
you got? Besides, it means a quick BJ is never too far away when guys get
a look at what I’m packing,” Josh boasted. He slowly pawed at his growing
cock, shooting Clint a lewd look that clearly implied he was totally unashamed
of his provocative display. He probably would not object if Clint got on
his knees and started sucking him, based off of his body language and swagger.
“I know. That’s
why you got into porn, isn’t it? You love showing off your beefy body,
and guys can’t get enough of your shoots. You are the most verbal and
dominant top in the industry, and there is a waiting list of sexy bottoms a mile
long who want to do shoots with you. Your viewers love how into the whole
athletic gear scene you are, and there isn’t a video or photo shoot you do
where you aren’t modeling some sort of jockstrap, pair of cleats, or sexy rugby
kit. It’s your trademark look after all.
I mean, with a stage name of Coach Johnson, it’s easy to guess your
interests.”
Josh’s brain felt cool
and pleasant, like water was trickling around his brain as his mind readjusted
to his new life. He remembered becoming a personal trainer after
finishing community college with a degree in business, and he worked his body
all through his early life. He got his first tattoo at sixteen, big block
letters above his crotch that said “Stud”, so that everyone would know about
his sexual prowess. He remembered first
getting into porn after graduating college, thinking it would be a quick way to
earn a few extra bucks. He quickly discovered he loved it, and as one of the
most verbal guys in the business, his audience loved it too. He continued to lift
weights and fuck and soon developed a name for himself in the porn industry. He
started his whole Coach Johnson persona to boost sales, but really it was just
a way to further embrace his love of masculine athleticism. He even had a
signature line of large-pouch jockstraps, and always wore them to his shoots
As Clint kept talking, Josh’s clothing
shifted. Soon he was wearing nothing but an extra-large Coach Johnson jockstrap
and a pair of tennis shoes. His furry, beefy ass was pushing his body out of the
chair, and there was already a wet spot forming on the front of his jock from
his leaking cock. Clint began filling Josh in on the details of today’s shoot,
how they were doing another Coach Johnson scene. Josh would be playing the part
of the dissatisfied coach, disciplining one of his swimmers after a poor
performance at a meet. They walked through a couple of the details of the
scene, about how the younger guy was going to suck him off and then ride his
cock, all the while Josh would be speaking and talking to him loudly, making
sure he understood that the only way he was staying on the team was because of
his incredible mouth and ass. With all of that worked out, Josh gave Clint a
few winks and then walked out on the set.
Josh’s co-star
introduced himself as Tanner. Instead of the beefy wrestler guy from before,
instead there was a 20 year old smooth swimmer, tall and built with the most
juicy bubble butt Josh had seen all month. It was practically swallowing the
tiny Speedo he was wearing, and the two of them talked a little bit while Clint
began setting up the shoot. The scene hadn’t even started yet, and already
Josh’s hard dick was straining at his jockstrap and he couldn’t wait to sink
all fat ten inches deep into Tanner’s eager hole. The two had chemistry, and
already were making out before Clint called for them to take their cues.
The scene went
incredibly well. Tanner sucked Josh off like a pro, working his mouth up and
down Josh’s fat coach cock. He shoved his eager mouth all the way to the root
of Josh’s cock, eyes wide and begging as if consumed with a desperate need to
please his coach. Tanner seemed to inhale Josh’s dick, and was even able
to start tonguing Josh’s balls with the fat shaft stuffed down his throat. All
the while he was getting sucked Josh kept up the stream of dirty talk, making
sure that Tanner knew his place as coach Johnson’s personal cocksucker.
Once Josh’s dick was
slick with spit, he tossed Tanner on the floor and spread his luscious ass with
his hands. The scene did not call for it, but Josh could not help himself. He
buried his furry face in the smooth ass of his co-star, licking and nibbling
and pigging out on the delicious hole in front of him. Tanner did not need to
bother faking his moans, as his ass was lit up with pleasure. Josh hadn’t
intending on using lube, and instead sunk himself to the hilt on the first
thrust, with Tanner begging for more and more. The spit from the blowjob
and rimjob provided just enough lubrication for Tanner’s hungry ass that there
was no friction or resistance, as it yielded to inch after inch of Coach
Johnson.
Josh began fucking the
shit out of him, dicking him long and hard. Josh would pull himself out all the
way to the head of his cock, and then slam himself in hard. Tanner was leaking
a steady stream of precum onto the floor below him, scene forgotten. He
couldn’t remember his cues or his dialogue, he was so consumed with the amazing
feeling of coach’s dick buried in his ass. His eyes rolled to the back of his
skull as he felt Josh hammer away at his prostate, and he felt a tingling start
to rise at the base of his spine. His whole body tensed and relaxed, and he
felt the weight of a pleasure building from the inside of his cock.
As Josh felt his bottom start to clench the
inner parts of his ass, he knew it was happening. It was one of his favorite
things to do, and he knew he was about to give his co-star a powerful anal
orgasm. He slowed down just a little, but angled his dick to really grind
against Tanner’s prostate. Soon Tanner was babbling incoherently, and his cock
shot out a thick blast of jizz without being touched, and then the bottom began
fucking himself hard on his coach’s dick. Tanner was incapable of words, he was
so consumed with the amazing feeling of his ass.
As soon as Josh felt Tanner lose control, and
start impaling his ass on Josh’s cock all by himself, he decided to finish it.
He grabbed Tanner’s hips and put him into doggy style, and then began fucking
him remorselessly. He reached around and grabbed Tanner’s nips, twisting them
as he felt Tanner moan underneath him. He rested his face on top of the boy’s
neck, and really made him feel how big and strong his body was, dominating him
both with his muscles and strength in addition to his dick. He started hammering
away faster and faster, really jackhammering away at the bubble butt beneath
him. He felt his load start to rise at the base of his balls and fucked even
harder.
He knew he was supposed to pull out and shoot
all over Tanner’s back, but in that moment he just knew he had to breed him. As
he started shooting, he continued burying his pole inside the velvety ass of
the bottom, wanting to shoot at least two spurts nice and deep, claiming Tanner
as his. He did have enough presence of mind to pull out, giving a few good
spurts up his back in order to satisfy his contract. With that, he helped
Tanner to his feet and began making out with him, all while grabbing and
manhandling the wrecked ass of his co-star. He felt Tanner moan again, and
could feel the boy’s dick throb against his thigh. Even though he was only
supposed to do a single scene today, he had a feeling that he could convince
Clint to do another scene or two with just the two of them, as he was sure that
the audience wouldn’t be able to get enough of their hot passionate coach and
jock sex.
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