Deepest, Darkest Birthday Wish by dumbhypnojockboi

Deepest, Darkest, Birthday Wish


You wake up feeling out of sorts, not too sure why you have a sense of weirdness about you.

Your cell beeps, signaling a text has come through. “Happy Birthday!  Hope you like it when your deepest darkest desires come true!” It says. You don’t recognize the phone number.

You head to the bathroom to take care of your morning routine. You shit, shower and shave, thinking something was wrong, but shrugging it off. Bending down in front of the mirror as you shave, you think to yourself, I really need to adjust it. And why is the counter so damn low?  Again, you brush it off. Your cell phone rings with some douchey hip-hop ringtone. (When did I change my ringtone?) and you don’t recognize the number.   You let it go to voice mail. Playing it back, you hear someone saying,“Hey bro, we were supposed to work out together half an hour ago, hurry up and get you ass over here! ”

You realize that it’s your best bro Jimbo. How can you forget his number?  And why wasn’t it programmed into your phone?  Anyway you put on some clothes grab your bag and head to the gym.

On route to the gym, you get a text from more people you don’t know. There’s a photo of two naked twinks, both with slave collars saying, please master, can we do this again?“ Confused you think whatever, and continue to the gym.

“Fucking A dude, what the fuck?”  Jimbo asks me.

“Fuck you!”  I reply, giving him a bro hug. “I was busy dominating two twinks last night. I had to destroy their asses and break their jaws with my fucking huge fuckstick.”  Fuckstick? Dominating?  What was I saying?  I stared to feel like a passenger in my own body. 

“Whatevah,” Jimbo says.  “Let’s just fuckin workout already, bitch.” “Yeah, you my bitch,” you say. You guys get to the squat rack and you start piling on the plates on the barbell.  1…2…3…4…5… on each side.  “What the fuck,” you think to yourself, “I can’t fuckin lift that:  And your body proceeds to do so.  Your mighty (mighty?) thighs pumping with veins and muscles.  Your ass popping out, two basketballs hanging in mid-air, so luscious and solid.  And your calves are more like cows, bigger that footballs and solid like stone.  You finish 3 sets of 50 reps and move on to a bench press.  Piling over 500 lbs of weights on to the barbell, you make quick work of your 3 sets of 25 reps.  Sweat glistens off of your majorly pumped pecs.  You can’t believe how chiseled and solid they are.  (Of course they are.  The gym is like your home.  You basically live here.)  Then you start to curl the barbell.  You biceps and arms growing and filling up with rock hard solid muscle.  Bigger than a kid’s head, your arms are glorious!  (Fuck yeah!  You spend enough time on them!)  You move on to work out each and every muscle group, feeling pumped and awesome as reps turn into sets.  

“Fuck yeah, Jimbo!  That was fucking awesome!” You high five Jimbo. “Yeah, you were fucking possessed!” he says. “Fucking A!  Killer fucking workout!” you reply.   Your phone dings.  “Don’t forget your shift starts in an hour.  Sometimes you’re so dumb you’d be lost without me.”  The text from your manager reads   “Shit!  I gotta go work!  See you later. “

In the locker room, you can’t help admire your body.  It’s perfection.  Every muscle carved and honed to statuesque beauty.  Of course you don’t know words like statuesque anymore, you just think of yourself as fuckin ripped!  You can’t help but admire yourself in the mirrors, posing and cockily grinning.  Taking a few selfies. You’re just so fucking hot!  You turn yourself on!   You get yourself ready for a night stripping at the club.  Oiling up your muscles putting on your stripper gear (a sexy cop outfit) and getting ready for a night of stripping and getting your muscles worshipped.  Who knows?  Maybe tonight, you’ll take home more twinks to dominate, and ruin more holes and break more jaws.   This is the life! 

For @hyphyphurray as a belated birthday story.  Hope you like it bruh!

Repost from Hunky Male Body Swap

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From one of my favorite blogs Hunky MaleTransformations http://hunkmalebodyswap.blogspot.com/ reposted with permission

“Take my picture, James!” said Will, flexing his newly acquired biceps“Wow Will, you look so different. You are…”“A jock? I know it. I also don’t need to use glasses anymore and there’s definitely a huge change on my tool, look it’s so big, isn’t it?”“I actually want to said short, but whatever. You look fucking fantastic”“Thanks, paid couple of grands and I also lost my height and my ability to speak 3 foreign languages, but who cares with that? I’m still smart and I have the body of a jock, a total package of brain and brawn,” said Will, showing smug faces and looking confident as ever“You are definitely correct. Umh…..do you think it’s fine for me to…..umh….kiss you?” said James, blushing a little bit but deep inside, he’s lusting over his best friendAll in a sudden, Will kissed James in the lips but as James start to go with the flow, Will pushed James away“You are not in the same par as me now. I don’t like nerd, and you are nerd. Just stay away, could you?” said Will, suddenly change his demeanor and head outside of the bathroomJames shocked. He thought that even after the change, Will still be his best friend, but he’s wrong. It makes James furious and as he arrived at home, he turned on his laptop and start searching for Chronivac on the website.After spent some hours, searching into the depth, he finally found it and without any thinking, downloading the Chronivac application. Once it finished, he instantly filling up his data and body feature. Then, he starts changing his body. He doesn’t have much money, so he relied on the newest payment feature that Chronivac offer, advantages trade. It’s a system where people could paid the change in their body with giving the Chronivac their skills or things that could be useful for other people such height, some muscle, reproductive organ size, stamina, job or even IQ levels. James IQ is 170 and he has a pretty amusing reproductive organs. He also have a perfect and white teeth plus his scruff also could be traded. He decreased his IQ into 95 only and then he stuck between giving his life as a student in prestigious college or let his dick shrunk in size. Due to the IQ decrease, he thought that it would be such a waste of money to stay on college where he couldn’t even pick up the same pace with other students, so he trade his jobs from students into a bouncer but at the same time, rent boy. He has to make money in the end. After some additional cash from giving away his body hair and hair colour, he has 8K in his Chronivac account.            After some thoughtful calculation (mostly he did it wrong because he can’t add or multiply several numbers correctly due to the IQ decrease), he enlarge his body, packed it with muscle and then he increased his height from 5’7” to 6’2” to fit his body. He also strengthen his jawline and turning his voice into a deep, demanding one. Other than enlarge his body, he also enlarge his dick and balls. Then, he doubled his stamina so he can have an all night long sex without feeling tired and at last, he injected skills to fight and to know about working out and sports to his brain. He checked how much he spent, and turned out, he still has 300 dollars left, so he decided to add tats for 150 dollars, piercing in his ear for 50 dollars and the rest, he used for adding 5 points to his IQ so he wouldn’t be too dumb. And then, he clicked the “OK” button and suddenly fell asleep, without even reading the warning sign that if he agreed to the job change means that he agreed that his life would be rewritten completely            The next morning, James wakes up feeling dizzy, like a very very bad hangover. He wakes up in a different room and his laptop laid in the other side of the bed. He is pretty sure he did something with the laptop, but he can’t recall anything from last night. As he start recalling what happened to him last night, memories filling his head. He was rented by a client, a college student named Will Connors, for a session, but somehow it changed into a full night orgy as Will secretly invited several friends of his to the session where James forced to be the bottom and act like a beta to the boys that rent him. Fuck, none of the boys could be an alpha, I’m so much bigger than them, thought James, pressing his thumb to his forehead while remembering all of those things happened last night. 

While James pressing his thumb to the forehead, suddenly an energetic voice come from the doorway“Well hello James. Thanks for last night session, you are an amazing bottom. How is your hole, sore and sticky, isn’t it? Such a whore, oh yeah, you are a whore” said Will, chuckled while tossing his sweaty after-jog shirt to James faceJames pissed off, he grabbed the shirt and then approaching Will who definitely look terrified as fuck. Once cornered, Will said“You can’t do this, I paid you. If you hit me, I’ll suit you and your already fucked up life will be totally fucked up”“Said it once more, bitch. And I’ll make sure that you are not going to see sunshine tomorrow” said James, pinned Will to the wall with his body“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Sorry for treating you like last night, I swear I will not do it anymore. Sorry for said bad things to you. Please….oh my God please, forgive me,” said Will, half terrified and half turned on by the way James show his dominance.“That’s better. Oh yeah, I’ll charge you 4 times bigger because bringing those fag last night, so thank you, wuss,” said James, leaving Will in his dorm room
Even though he’s a rent boy, but he has dignity and his former status as college quarterback before dropped out still make him a proud alpha. No more jobs as beta, he made note to himself. 

Superman’s Master by Henry Cavanaugh

Happy New Year all! This was my present gifted to me by Henry Cavanaugh in the 2nd Annual TF Writers Story Exchange. Thanks Mr. Cavanaugh! I loved it!

Superman’s Master A short story by Henry Cavanaugh

Clark had been accused of hubris before – by Bruce of all people – but he had never bought into the idea that perhaps he possessed an arrogant streak until that very moment when he found himself in a situation that he couldn’t easily escape from and totally out of his depth. He had fought off countless villains over the years in defense of Metropolis but this villain didn’t want to destroy the world or even the city, instead they wanted to destroy the idea of Superman and in doing so make an example of Clark.

The villain himself wasn’t the most physically imposing – just under six foot and in shape but not exactly muscular. He would have been able to pass as an everyday nobody if it wasn’t for the glowing red eyes that revealed him to be a metahuman. Clark wasn’t certain what the meta’s powers were but he had been able to hold the Man of Steel with some sort of invisible force and had kept him prisoner for hours, slowly talking his ear off as he revealed just how much he had admired Superman from afar. Now he had Metropolis’ great hero within his grasp and was going to enjoy tearing him down so the world could learn that even their heroes could be broken and forced to obey.

“That suit covers far too much of you,” the villain declared. “Why don’t we just keep the briefs?” Clark could only stare down at himself as his muscular body was suddenly exposed, the famous blue suit vanishing and only leaving behind the red speedo which contained his large bulge. Every strong muscle was on display and Clark’s cheeks flushed red from embarrassment at the exposure. He wanted to open his mouth and speak – to firmly tell the villain to stop in his attempts to humiliate him – but his mouth seemed to be sealed shut by the same unseen force that was keeping his body locked in position.

“That’s much better. You love having your big muscles on display, don’t you?” The words sounded incorrect but how could they be? Clark had always been something of an exhibitionist and he loved showing off his strong muscles, always tensing and flexing so everybody could see how big he really was. It didn’t matter if it was other heroes, villains or even civilians – any pair of eyes on his body was more than welcome as far as Clark was concerned.

“You don’t need to overthink everything, Superman. It’ll feel much better if you just let your mind relax.” Upon hearing the suggestion by the villain Clark willingly let go of the thoughts that were clouding his mind and embraced the peacefulness of a quiet headspace. As a result he even forgot to feel afraid of the villain’s power, nor was he

alarmed to find himself still frozen in space. If that was how things were supposed to be then there was no point of fighting against it, right?

“Deep down I don’t think you’ve ever truly cared about being a hero,” the villain remarked, beginning to pace the room. Clark found himself watching the other closely and pouted once he was out of his vision. “You only ever cared about yourself but now… now you care about me, don’t you?” Clark felt somewhat embarrassed that he had been figured out so easily, especially when he thought he was such a good secret keeper. Nobody had ever seen right through him the way his new obsession did. “Go on, you can speak. Tell me the truth.”

“I care about you more than I care about being a hero,” Clark confirmed without even a moment of hesitation. The words rolled off his lips and he knew that they were the complete truth. As the man circled back in front of him, Clark’s heart began to beat a little faster and his speedo started to tent from the physical reaction of his arousal. It didn’t matter that Clark had never been attracted to a man before because now he couldn’t imagine ever being attracted to anyone else. His whole relationship with Lois Lane was nothing but a bad memory locked away in the darkest chambers of his mind to be forgotten about for as long as he remained under his new master’s control.

“That’s it, give into the truth,” his new master encouraged him. “The truth is that you would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” Clark nodded. “You’d even change yourself if it would please me, isn’t that right?” Again Clark nodded in confirmation. “Good. I want that ass looking fat and ready for the taking. I’ll make those cheeks so tempting every man will want to to get their hands on them and you’ll say–”

“They’re only for my master,” Clark chimed in. He felt certain of his words, safe in the knowledge that his body was only for the amusement of his master. He could taunt and tease the rest of the world with his powerful muscles and delicious round bubble butt but they would never be able to truly enjoy the goods the way his master could. His master’s hand came down to Clark’s hair, gently stroking his skull like one might pet a dog who had been particularly well behaved. The action sent a rush of pleasure through Clark and his speedo strained even more against his hard shaft.

With both his mind and body clay in his master’s hands, Clark completely embraced his new role as a plaything rather than the world’s most iconic superhero. He wasn’t worthy of that title nor of any actual power himself which was why he had committed himself to serving a more worthy man. Soon the rest of the Justice League would follow his footsteps and all would be good – as long as Clark remained his master’s number one servant, of course.


Broworld 2 by writer-ofstuff

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

derekwilliams:

dydmaletf:

Wow! 600 followers! Thank you guys, it’s nice knowing that so many of you like my occasional stories.

You deserve a terrible curse as usual…

You will lose all your achievements, your career, your maturity and experience, and will never be able to regain them.Instead, you will be stuck for eternity as a young dumb jock, a relentless party-goer and tireless sex machine.

This is like a dream for me

the-craftsman:

“Dude, it worked! The Himbro Oil worked! Fuck, I’m so horny.”

Derick chuckled as he finished texting his friend Tom, and took a selfie in the bathroom mirror, still in awe at his own reflection. The once skinny nerd that had been relegated to supporting his father, a businessman working at the conglomerate Somnus, at boring galas and fundraisers, was now a much more muscled model.

All it took was some insider information from Tom, the son of another businessman, Henry Carter, an investor for the same conglomerate, Somnus. The corporation had apparently been working on a line of oils, exclusive to Lyonesse, and Derick was lucky enough to get a sample of one, The Himbro Oil, before it was even announced.

“Woah, you look hot as fuck! How does it feel?”

“Feels great man”

Derick texted back. He smiling as he flexed a bicep. His hand quickly went back to adjusting his crotch, the last dregs of transformation still continuing as his six inch cock expanded still slowly expanded to seven, pre-cum dripping from the head.

“I bet it was worth it though 😉 wish I could’ve been there to see you cum”

Another text came up from Tom. Derick chuckled to himself, though he was slightly confused. His newfound confidence made him only somewhat surprised Tom was hitting on him now, after all, with his new body, he figured a lot of guys would want to fuck him. 

His constant lessons on public relations, business, investments and the list of important people to his father and the family were still all up there. He could feel his mind had slowed down still, but he was so happy to still be so surprisingly smart.

But most of all he was confused because he didn’t come at all, the transformation felt great, but he didn’t feel anything like that.

“Haha what are you talking about? I thought you said I didn’t have to cum?”

Derick felt a tugging at his cock, looking down and adjusting it again, feeling that his member was still lengthening slowly as it got to a solid eight inches by now and the pre cum was beginning to stain his shorts.

“Oh yeah about that…well I’ll let you see”

“What the fuck?” muttered Derick. He looked down at the text message, surprised as he could feel a sudden heat welling up inside of him. As he tried to type out his response, he suddenly couldn’t as his already erect cock grew even harder, rubbing against his shorts as it formed a clear outline. “Oh fuck.” Derick, looked at his cock throbbing with a mind of its own, almost pushing out as much pre-cum as possible as it could, his expanding dick now drooling.

“Dude help! It won’t stop!”

Derick quickly managed to text back and got a quick response. 

“Sorry Derick but I had to help test the oil on someone”

Derick glared at his phone.

“This isn’t funny man, just tell me how to stop it!” 

He couldn’t believe what was happening, his cock continued to throb and as Derick tried to keep his hands away.

“Sorry there’s nothing I can do. Just cum and get it over with, the logner oyu do’nt, the dubmer yl’uol get”

Derick began reading the text but started to narrow his eyes, the last few words looked garbled and as he stared at them, that’s when he realised he couldn’t read anymore. He was growing dumber!

Panic set in, but it suddenly faded as quickly as it came when one of Derick’s hands automatically squeezed his cock, eliciting a moan from his thickening lips as Derick could begin to feel his fingers stretching again. 

The transformation was coming back and in full force, even though he didn’t know what the text was saying, he got the idea why some guy would be texting him, to see his hot body of course!

He turned his cap, taking another selfie just as his cock throbbed, head finding friction against his shorts and rubbing against it.

Derick sent the new image and frowned.

“This cap doesn’t work,” he murmured, throwing it away and not even caring about anything but how his body was looking, the torso began to shift and change as Derick stretched, his back beginning to lengthen causing him to grow taller.

One hand wrapped itself around his cock, freeing it from the confines of his shorts, as more pre-cum fell from the head and drip onto the floor, more changes started to occur to Derick’s body.

His hands continued growing, even as he put his phone down, letting both hands wrap themselves around his length, both getting stained with pre-cum and the fingers continuing to grow to better wrap around the increasing girth. The changes soon rushed up to his arms where more hair began to poke through the skin, beginning to turn lighter as his already impressive biceps thickened further.

Even though he could feel himself grow dumber with every passing moment Derick didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to grow, and found his hands edging his growing cock further as if milking every drop of pre cum, until he could get bigger and bigger.

As his back continued to stretch, Derick watched his torso lose any remaining fat, most of it transforming into muscle mass that showed through swelling pecs and the six pack of abs fast developing on his torso. 

It took all his willpower to even slow down on stroking his cock to have a hand begin to grasp and caress his own muscles, fingers rubbing over his pecs and nipples. He was just getting closer, and felt the changes continue racing up and down. His ass pushed out further, thighs thickening to the point that his shorts would never be able to fit over them and Derick regretted he didn’t get to experience his ass continue to expand and grow so large that it’d burst his shorts.

All he needed to do now was come and with both hands quickly stroking his cock, he closed his eyes, head tipping back as the final changes began to set in. Hairs continued to grow around his chiselled jaw, lighter than ever before as his own hair grew, slicked back slightly and now a clear blonde. His facial features began to shift, arranging on a thinner face, as cheekbones grew more prominent, his lips thickened slightly and his eyes grew lighter but looked somewhat glazed over.

Derick continued stroking, groaning so loud that his neighbours could probably hear him, and it was all the more worth it as all his sensations reached continued to crescendo and suddenly, he climaxed.

He had never come so much and so repeatedly in his life, counting at least five orgasms before losing count as come continued to shoot out of his enlarged cock, spraying all over the bathroom counter top. 

The absolute bliss he felt caused incoherent gasps and groans to emanate from him as he gripped onto the towel rack, trying his best to keep upright. After minutes, the climax had only just ended, the afterglow still in effect and Derick felt it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

The once smart son of a businessman spent more minutes catching himself admiring his new body and cock in between cleaning up all his come out of the bathroom and trying to find some good clothes. The sounds of text notifications coming through punctuated the process and finally when he had finished, showered and changed, Derick looked at his phone.

He still couldn’t understand anything he was reading and didn’t care too. Whatever his friend wanted, he knew just the right way to respond.

Derick took one last photo of himself,  cockily admiring his new body and a living testament to how great the products of his father’s workplace really were. He knew his friend would be pleased.

The Himbro Oil was a perfect success.

How can you spot or defend against the COVERT2JOCK thing? I’d like to know if it was on my files, just in case…

playernumber37:

bodriversblog:

The virus that replaces all your audio files with CONVERT2JOCK.mp3 has never been countered as far as I know. The best way to avoid getting The Voice’s virus is to avoid his hunting grounds, i.e. places frequented by young men who build their identity around their cultured tastes (e.g. coffee houses, record shops, book stores) or their intellect (e.g. board game stores, university libraries). It’s most satisfying for him to erase such identities while creating his dumb jockbeasts.

I don’t know what The Voice looks like, but he often sends his jockboys to do his work. So if you’re in one of the aformentioned hunting grounds and you spot a blanked out meathead, shut off and hide your electronics, throw away all food and drink (it might be drugged), and get out ASAP. If the meathead follows you, chances are you’ve already been marked for conversion, and your days as a thinking, independent man are now numbered.

#Coach’s voice

March 1, 2015.

I’ve been exposed.

This is no joke, guys.  This is real.  This is the end of fucking days.  The rumors are spreading, and the CDC is actually taking an interest.  Researchers and sci … scien … uh, you know.  (Fuck, that’s embarrassing… and it keeps happening.) They’re saying they don’t know how it starts, or where it comes from.  It’s not a real virus, it has no physical presence, it just … insinuates, gets down into your brain.  So far, only smaller cities have been attacked.  No one is saying this is a biological weapon, but, uh, yeah.  Technology, once our greatest asset, is suddenly becoming our greatest liab… um.  Downfall. 

I had just ignored it, laughed at it.  I mean, seriously?  CONVERT2JOCK.mp3?  Some stupid prank, right?  One of my friends must’ve gone in and changed the filenames the last time I was at the café with my laptop.  I mean, who passwords their screen?  I was only gone a minute.  To the bathroom.  I had noticed that there were a lot of uh, muscleheads, around that day, but that’s no big, you know, there’s a World Gym right across the street, and who doesn’t need their coffee in the morning, right?  I had a big project I was working out.  I love to work out.  I fuckin love to work out.

Wait.  No.  Sorry.  See, that’s how it starts.  Certain words trigger it.  Like if I were gonna say … it was so cold out yesterday that I had started to protein shake.  Fuck.  That’s fucked up.

Guess it makes me sweat a bit more too.  Sweat feels good.  Sweat means the muscles are workin.  Workin out.  At the gym. 

Fuck.  Sorry.  See, I meant to type “swear” but I typoed, and then all that.  ANYway.  If I could just get back to my point …

You know how they say never click on a link you don’t know?  That it might be malware, and apparently nowadays all it takes is one click for someone to infiltrate your computer, your phone, your head.  Anyway, I’d just come back from the bathroom, and I sat back down with my laptop and my coffee, and I just stared at the screen.  My Finder window, clicked to Music, had nothing but a whole array of the same file over and over again.  Someone must be playing a prank on me, I thought.  Looked around for a friend, or someone I know. 

Didn’t see anyone.  That was when I made my mistake.  I put my earbuds in and clicked on the first file, double-bis, flexing in front of the mirror, flexing is fucking awesome bro. 

Dammit.  Sorry.  The file started playing, and, well, that’s how it started.  I don’t really remember what the file sounded like.  At first I thought it was a deadlift, deadlift, i mean, fuck, like, broken link, you know?  Nothing happened.  But then I was suddenly standing in front of the coffee shop, staring across the street.  Cars rushing by, over the crossfit.  Crossfit.  Crosswalk.  The gym is my home.  The gym.  Uh, fuck.  Let me –

This is getting harder.  Like my muscles.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the gym.  The gym is my home.  It was like one of those spirals you see online, on Facebook, just for laughs, you know, look at this for 30 seconds, then look at this other thing.  It almost seemed to pulse, but that was dumb.  Dumb is good.  Fuck smarts.  Smarts suck.

It’s gotta be an associative virus.  One word keys into another word.  It’s like the virus is rerouting your brain through your vocabulary.  Then, like lights on a strand of Christmas lights, all the bulbs blow.  I forget what that’s called.  Some kind of circuit training. 

It would be a lot easier to just give up.  I’m not sure there’s any help for me.  It’s not like I can just go to a doctor and try to explain that I’ve caught a virus that is slowly (or quickly, now I’m not even sure) rewriting my personality.  I won’t give up, though.  I won’t.  I’ll fight it.  But for the sake of experiment, let’s see what happens if I type uh … one of “those” words, on purpose.  Maybe if I do it on purpose, the virus will be confused and won’t be able to think straight.  Except for lifting duh.  lol.  lifting rules. 

It’s getting harder.  I have to be done here soon.  I have to hit post, I have to let people know that this shit is for real … you HAVE TO BE CAREFUL or youll end up like me bros.  me and all the other jocks.

why would u wanna be anything else rite?

gym flex lift jock muscle lksdafj;lkasjdf;lasdjkf;asbhf;ab4r;basfdl;adjsfs

hey sorry bros i gotta go.  its liftin time lol

later

derekwilliams:

“When my buddy Simon told me he was getting married, I couldn’t believe it. We were only thirty years old, basically still straight out of college. He got his degree in Mechanical Engineering, I got mine in Moral Philosophy, and we both minored in pussy slaying.”

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papermoon357:

Instajock

Nate was helping tutor some of us Psi Alpha Alphas. He was a good dude and smart ass tutor too, but he was all stressed out all the time about making enough to meet the next tuition bill. So awesome guy that I am I decided to help him out. One quick pic in my new app was all I needed.

I’m still getting the hang of the settings but it helps if you turn on the “naked filer” first. Makes it easier to check the progress, and damn did this scrawny ass dude need my help. I switched on auto correct to make things faster and started typing away. F-R-A-T-B-O-Y. With each letter his body stared to morph appropriately, putting on height and pounds that looked like they came from both pumping weights and chugging beers. In seconds a beefy new frat brother stood where the scrawny as Nate used to be. He was perfect but I couldn’t forget- he wanted some extra income and I knew just the thing. 

As I typed he morphed again. While before he gained masculine mass, now he got both bigger and leaner. Pizza and kegstand body fat melted away into a fitness model physique perfect for his new gigs gyrating and thrusting at sorority girl houses, bachelorette

parties, and local clubs. His ass also got noticeably rounder and cock massive enough to split out of any costume or thong. To finish things off I maxed out the “sex drive saturation” and watched as his already impressive cock became even thicker and permanently semi-hard. Finally for extra fun I dulled down the already low “cognitive brightness” to an extra low and grinned as his frozen features melted into a dull grin. Hit save and a backwards cap appeared on his head. The new Nate, fratboy stripper stud was good to go.

I’m still craving to try out all the app settings so let me know if you want to apply.

Hi. I recently started taking anti-anxiety pills. The thing is, all of my anxiety comes from overthinking and worrying about the future. Could the fairies swap my anti-anxiety pills for anti-intelligence pills?

kinkypupecho:

(Source: nextdoormale.com)


This is the problem with the modern day. Sure, the world is more
inter-connected than ever, and technology is solving more and more problems
every day. But it does nothing to help with the existential needs of humans. It
never helps the people who worry endlessly about the future, who look at the
world as it is now and can’t see past the deluge of shit that’s made readily
available by the internet. It’s not your fault, though. Don’t worry about that.

See, we can switch out your pills. That would be easy enough.
But it’s never fun to be dependent on a drug. Instead, let’s do something that
would be much more fun. For you and for us!

You’re right, of course. Overthinking is really the culprit
here. So what you really need to do is let those silly little brains melt away.
Do you really need them, anyway? Sure, you need them to be “successful” in the
traditional sense, but is that really what you want your life to be? It’s going
to take a lot of work. And the future is going to be uncertain anyway. So just
let those brains go. You don’t want them. Not really. They’re just an
inconvenience.

Feel all that fuzziness start to sink in. Feel it all melting,
trickling out through your ears, getting replaced by fluffy pink cotton candy.
It feels good, doesn’t it? Your cock certainly thinks so.

Let’s use all those brains to shape your body. Give you an ass
to die for. A nice set of abs. Muscle tits. Broad shoulders. Thick legs and
arms. There you go. You look hot. If you don’t turn heads walking down the
road, especially if you’re dressed like a slut, then the world has gone upside
down.

Of course, you’re not going to care as much about anxiety, but
it’s still going to be there. After all, now that you’re dumb as bricks, your
future is even more uncertain than before. At least for now. But we should turn
all the brainpower that you have remaining toward something else. Let’s shift
your focus away from the future and toward something that you will thoroughly
enjoy. Cock.

From
now on, whenever you feel anxious, you’re going to be anxious for cock. You’re
going to be looking for your next fix. You’re going to want it down your
throat, up your ass, or even getting fucked up between your nice muscle tits.
Don’t you think that is so much better than worrying about the future?


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