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Three days to midsummer: Day two

Don't know the setup or the characters? Try the prologue first! Or perhaps have a look at the previous episode.

Jörgen's dreams had been wild again and filled with images of Sarge fucking him over and over again. But yesterday's encounter had not been the only event he was dreaming of. His entire night had been nothing but a whirlwind of cock, ass, muscles and cum to an extend he didn't even question the fact that his blanket was all wet and sticky when he woke up. He groaned. This was getting worse and worse.

Groaning tiredly, he got up and went straight to the bathroom, where he proceeded to turn up the toilet seat, grab his dick and started to relieve himself without really paying attention to anything.

However, the moment he opened his eyes fully, he couldn't help but gasp in shock, sending trickles of urine all over his bathroom equipment. Fuck! He had half-hoped that at least his mysterious transformation would have come to a halt, but the opposite was the case. He hardly recognized himself in the bathroom mirror!

The changes that had already started on the first day were far more obvious today. His body was much thicker, bulkier and hairier. His chest had grown even bigger and was now covered with a dark pelt of hair, more than he was ever able to grow in his entire life, even if he would have wanted. The face staring back at him looked different, too: it was squarer, and the stubble on his cheeks was far more prominent. His nose had gotten a lot broader and looked almost inhuman to him. Jörgen rubbed his face. There were no signs of the handsome, clean-cut features he had once sported. No, the face looking back at him was the one of a guy who liked to get rough in bed and out.

There were more changes that had occurred overnight as well. Like his now-larger hands with a bit of hair on the back. Or his cock, which must have been as big soft now as it had been hard before this whole madness. It was clear that Zephir's magic turned him into some kind of hyper-masculine guy, and Jörgen was at least partially thankful for that. The whole thing could have been even worse if the fairy prince had preferred other body types or genders, but that was just a weak comfort. The worst thing about this situation was that Jörgen could not think clearly. It was becoming more and more difficult to form thoughts, as if he was trying to think through syrup. And it didn't help that his mind was easily distracted by his now-favorite things and happily went back to the memory of Patrik turning into Sarge or ogled his own new body, the manly hair, his muscles, his large co —

No! He had to concentrate! Jörgen fled from the bathroom and squeezed himself into whatever clothes he found that would fit, all while trying to come up with solutions. He could run away, but somehow, he had doubts that would stop the curse. Perhaps he should try to play along again, asking his ex-girlfriend to set him up with her gay BFF. But would that really work? As far as he knew, that guy was a musical-loving, lispy and lithe gay, and dated the same type. Hardly a chance of falling into true love. No, the fact remained that Jörgen just couldn't come up with any idea that might work. And he was too fucking distracted all the time to properly think about it.

Pulling his right hand out of his underwear (fuck, when had he started rubbing himself?), he reached for his phone. He needed someone to help him think most of all, someone he trusted. Now more than ever, he needed his best friend.

Luckily, Felix picked up immediately and even agreed to come over right away. While waiting for his childhood friend to arrive, Jörgen paced up and down his apartment. His clothes, once the widest he had owned, felt uncomfortable and constricting, and he found himself readjusting his large crotch more times than necessary, as if his treacherous body only waited for an opportunity to touch his cock. Fuck, he really needed to calm himself down, or jerk one off before Felix arrived.

Thankfully, his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

Felix was a year younger than Jörgen, and even under normal circumstances the smaller one of them both. A pair of glasses adorned his round, friendly face, and he was a bit on the chubby side. He was smart, smarter than Jörgen as he was not afraid to admit, and he hoped that he would be able to come up with an idea on how to solve this mess.

When he entered, Felix' eyes went wide.

"Woah. What in the world has happened here? Jörgen? Is that you?"

He took one more step into the apartment and grimaced.

"Man, this place reeks. What have you been doing here? Did you bring a whole sports team home or something?"

Fuck, Jörgen hadn't noticed the smell himself. Even now, he could only imagine how it must smell. Automatically, his eyes went to the crusty bedsheets, and Felix' gaze followed them.

"I... uh, it's complicated. I don't know where to begin. It's all so crazy!"

Felix' expression changed from disgust to concern, and he put a hand on Jörgen's shoulder, having to reach up slightly to do so.

"It's okay. Let's sit down and tell me everything."

Jörgen nodded and gestured towards the couch, while he took a chair for himself. Luckily, he didn't feel any attraction towards his friend, partly because they had known each other for so long now, and partly because Felix wasn't exactly... handsome. Still, he didn't want to risk anything by sitting too close to another guy now.

"Okay, so, you remember the heist I planned?"

Felix nodded, and Jörgen continued to tell him what had happened since then. The bracelets, and his encounter with the fairy prince.

"Hold on. You're telling me you met a real-life fairy? Like with wings? Like tinkerbell?"

"Yeah, I mean, no. Like I said, he wasn't like a tiny person with wings. More like... a grown-up. A very muscular, attractive grown-up. And very, very male. But yes, he had wings."

"Crazy..." Felix shook his head.

"But okay, go on. How did you get from a... fairy to looking like that? Did he enchant you?"

It was meant as a joke, but Jörgen nodded. He was just about to go on, when he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear, in the unmistakable voice of Zephir.

"Who is that? He looks handsome..."

"Shut up!" Jörgen cursed under his breath, earning a concerned look from his friend, who apparently had not heard anything, urging Jörgen to continue with his story.

"Yes, he kind of cursed me. I can't take the bracelets off, and they're like... changing me."

Felix took off his glasses to rub his face, eyeing the bracelets with interest. It took Jörgen a moment to realize, but when he did, his blood froze. Felix had not put his glasses back on. And his face looked... subtly different from before the rub.

"Don't. Don't you dare. Keep him out of this!" he whispered. Felix raised a confused eyebrow, and the fairy prince answered, again only audible to him.

"Oh, but I dare. Don't worry. He's your friend, remember? I'm only bringing out his genuine desire, nothing a good friend like you wouldn't know, right? Perhaps he even is the one..."

He could hear the prince chuckle as he watched in horror how Felix shifted his pose. He had always sat rather straight and prim and proper, like a good student and nerd, but now his legs fell open, and his chest puffed out a little, his arms resting on his thighs.

"Are you talking to yourself?"

He even sounded subtly different now. His voice was just a bit deeper, and somehow more confident than before.

"Sorry, it's this... this fairy. He's mocking me as we speak."

That didn't sound exactly sane, but he couldn't tell Felix that he was being changed as they spoke, right? He gulped, trying not to let his eyes linger on the exposed bulge of his friend for too long, and continued.

"Anyway. Tomorrow, he will claim me as his... perverted sex toy, unless I..."

He lost his train of thought as he watched Felix pull off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular torso that he certainly didn't have before.

"What are you doing?!"

His friend just shrugged and grinned.

"Taking off my shirt. It's hot in here."

The words were innocent enough, but Felix' gaze seemed to burn a hole into Jörgen's soul, and his lips curled in a smirk as a full beard erupted around them.

"My throat is dry. Do you have something to drink? Some mead?"

His voice had dropped another octave and had become more gravelly. His eyes had also darkened, but Jörgen could hardly concentrate on anything else but the massive bulge in his friend's pants. His own cock was rock-hard again, and he was acutely aware of the damp spot of pre-cum visible on the front of his sweatpants.

He tore his eyes off and went to the cupboard where he kept his spirits, filling up a glass. When he returned, blue tattoos and chest hair had claimed Felix' upper body, and he was now sitting with legs spread, like the King of the Hill, a big grin on his face. He accepted the glass and downed it in one gulp, then wiped his mouth and burped, before slamming it on the table.

"Good! Now, on with the tale!"

Jörgen had to swallow several times as he returned to the kitchen counter, trying to avert his gaze from his friend. It was of no use.

"Um, so... the bracelets, they also make me super horny all the time, and suddenly I'm gay, and if I don't find true love until tomorrow, I..."

"Ha! And that's where your buddy Felix comes in, eh? That's why I'm here?"

Felix stood up, and Jörgen gasped.

"No! I wanted to ask you for advice! You're the smartest guy I know and..."

"You think I'm smart? That's nice of you to say, Jörgen, but we both know it's not true. We both know that, deep down, I'm just a horny bastard."

The impressive Viking-like man smirked and looked him up and down.

"I know little about love, but to me it sounds like all you need is a good friendly fuck from your brother Felgarr, am I right?"

He was now standing right in front of Jörgen, whose mind was racing at 100 miles per hour.

"What? No! I don't want to... I mean, you're not even gay!"

It was a straw to hold on to, but Felgarr just shrugged his muscular shoulders.

"Gay or straight, what does it matter? A true man is free from these shackles and listens only to his desires. And what I desire right now is a good fuck, and I know you do, too. So, what do you think?"

He grabbed Jörgen's bulge, who couldn't help but moan loudly at the touch. He wanted to resist, but he realized it was too late. His best friend Felix had been replaced by his best friend Felgarr, closer than a brother to him, a modern-age Viking and free from any restrictions or inhibitions. And he had a massive boner, and...

"I don't know," he muttered. "It's wrong. You're not... this isn't you."

Felgarr's hand left his bulge, and he grabbed his chin, forcing Jörgen to look up into his dark blue eyes.

"I have never been more me. Now, let me show you how a real man fucks."

He pressed a rough kiss on Jörgen's lips, and he could feel his resolve melt away. He moaned, and Felgarr's beard rubbed against his own. Their tongues danced around each other, and Jörgen's hand reached for the Viking's crotch, which betrayed a massive bulge. Felgarr chuckled into his mouth.

"You like my dick, brother?"

"I want it in my mouth," Jörgen begged.

Felgarr grinned and stepped back, quickly pulling off his pants and boxers to reveal a huge, hairy cock, complete with a heavy set of balls, making Jörgen's mouth water.

The following hours were a blur. Like two wild animals, the men rutted around on the bed, the floor, everywhere they could, kissing, sucking, fucking, and loving every minute of it. At some point in the evening, Jörgen found himself in his bed, cuddled up against Felgarr's broad chest, realizing that — albeit close — this wasn't true love. Of course, Felgarr loved him, like a brother and more. But even more than that, Felgarr loved his freedom. The Viking would never settle down, not even for Jörgen. But perhaps... even if Felgarr wasn't the solution to his curse, he could at least stay for another round in the morning.

Time is running out for Jörgen. Up until now, nothing worked to break the curse, and midsummer is just around the corner.

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Prison Fantasy

Fair warning: Rather strong language and a bit of violence ahead.

Jacques was deeply concentrated as he slowly led his brush over the canvas. Bright sunlight coming through the open window lit up the rustic loft, and the quiet noise stemming from the Paris suburb streets was just as easily concealed by the classic music from the Bluetooth speaker behind the easel as the colors covered the blank parts of the canvas.

His latest piece was coming along nicely, he thought, a study of light and shapes and contrasts, a still life featuring flowers. The decision for this particular bouquet had been a spur of the moment. Normally, Jacques preferred to paint living things, like a cat or his boyfriend, but when he had passed the flowers on his walk earlier, they touched something inside his soul, begging to be painted.

Just as he was adding the last details to the colorful petals of a rose, the door opened behind him, and the sound of a key being dropped onto a bowl signaled the arrival of his boyfriend.

"Bonjour, my love," Richard, his boyfriend of five years, said and gave him a tender kiss. Just like Jacques, he was a gentle soul and an artist, but unlike him, he had a stable job, working in marketing. Richard often called his job 'soul crushing', but after all, bills had to be paid, and Richard gladly took on that burden so Jacques had time and freedom to paint.

"That looks good," he smiled. "I think it is the second most beautiful thing in the room right now."

They laughed and kissed again, and Jacques put his brush aside. When his boyfriend came home, he always put his art on hold and spent the evening with Richard. Sometimes they would go out on a date; other times, they would cook and watch a movie. Today, however, Jacques noticed an almost mischievous smile on his boyfriend's face.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" he asked with a smile, and Richard grinned.

"Oh, I can't keep secrets from you, can I?"

The taller Richard smiled, which curled his carefully styled small mustache.

"But, well, since you're asking... I'm kind of... 'in the mood' today, and it just so happened I passed a costume shop after work. Perhaps you would be up for a little... roleplay?"

Jacques raised an eyebrow. Roleplaying wasn't something they did often, but it was definitely something they both enjoyed from time to time.

"Hm, that could be interesting. What did you buy?"

To his surprise, Richard blushed a little.

"It's a bit silly. But I was thinking we might try something new?"

With that, he produced two sets of clothes. One appeared to be a dark uniform of some sorts, and the other one...

"Is that a convict outfit? Like, in a prison?"

Richard's head was even redder now.

"Y-yes. I mean only if you like, but I thought perhaps some guard slash inmate scenario might be..."

"Oh, Richard, you're so cute. I'd love to indulge in that fantasy. Which one do you want to wear?"

His hand already hovered over the faux uniform, but Richard managed to surprise him one more time this evening. Usually, he was the shyer one of the two, and often (but not always) bottomed, but his eyes wandered to the guard outfit.

"I... I was hoping I could be the guard? And you could be the prisoner?"

Luckily, Jacques didn't seem to be opposed.

"That's certainly new... So, tell me about it. What kind of prisoner am I?"

With slow and deliberate movements, he began to disrobe and expose his slim and elegant body, before putting on the rough convict clothes.

"I was imagining you might be a real bad boy for once. You know the type — strong and muscular, dirty and tattooed, and not..."

"Not what?"

Jacques paused while pulling up the pants, already getting a bit excited by his boyfriend's description. Richard squirmed a bit before answering.

"Not really... smart. But very rebellious and cocky. You know the type I have in mind?"

"Fuck yes!"

Jacques didn't notice the unfamiliar word in his excitement. Normally, he never cursed.

"That's going to be awesome! Okay, and you're my guard? Probably just as much of a bad boy, but on the other side of the law. Strong and ruthless, using force more than necessary. Hm, what else? Oh, how about you're not white? A Latino perhaps?"

Jacques was surprised at how vivid his imagination was. Perhaps he had seen a movie with a similar plot not too long ago.

"Yes, I like that idea!" Richard replied and pulled the shirt over his head.

Objectively, neither of the artists could be farther from their imagined roles, but that didn't stop Jacques from growing more aroused by the second. However, he hesitated before putting the shirt on. Following the same impulse, he said,

"I'm not putting that on."

Richard was taken aback and was just about to ask why when he understood. Clearing his voice and trying to make it as deep as possible, he answered,

"Looks like someone has to be reminded who's in charge here. Put on that shirt, prisoner, and don't make me repeat myself."

He could feel his cock twitch in the uniform pants. The whole thing was turning him on more than he thought. Suddenly, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

"Wait. What's that?"

Without asking for permission, he grabbed his boyfriend's arm and moved it up, pointing at his left upper arm.

Jacques felt anger rising in him — a rather unfamiliar emotion — and yanked his arm back, freeing it from Richard's grip.

"What does it look like? It's a tattoo."

"What? When did you get a tattoo? And where?"

Richard's voice was confused, yet still as deep as before, without him even trying.

Jacques shrugged.

"I don't know. Some place, around last year. Can't remember; I was pretty drunk. What's it to you? Is having tattoos against the law now?!"

The last part was delivered with an air of defiance, and he crossed his arms, daring his 'guard' to continue the conversation.

Richard blinked. His boyfriend's attitude was certainly different from before, but he liked it. Only his subconscious noticed as more ink appeared on the other man's skin.

"No. But it helps us recognize scum like you. Now, do what I said. Put. On. That. Shirt."

His voice was dangerously low, and his cock was making a visible tent in the dark pants. He had not noticed the added weight of a holstered gun, a nightstick and a pair of handcuffs appearing on his belt.

Jacques laughed and sniffed hard, stopping himself just before spitting out.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Just admit it, you want to see all my tats. Including the one above my cock." Jacques made a point of pronouncing the word as vulgarly as possible and pulled down his pants just enough to reveal the top of a large cobra tattoo, with the snake's head resting on his pubic region, before letting the pants snap back. His bulge had become much larger than before the motion, and not only because of his raging erection.

"Well, too fucking bad you won't get to see it, piglet! Who even let a baby boy like you in here? Are you the fucking intern?"

This time he spat on the ground before his boyfriend, getting so much into character he didn't realize how his slim and delicate frame was changing. His shoulders became wider and more defined, his abs and pecs more pronounced, his hair darker and his nose flatter.

Richard didn't seem to notice either, as his body responded to the challenge in an unusual manner as well.

His hair was rapidly receding into his skull, leaving him with a short dark buzz cut instead of the stylish curls he had earlier. Likewise, his body grew bulkier, and his clothes suddenly felt tight, even though the uniform was actually growing with his expanding muscles that flexed as his annoyance turned to anger.

"Oh, you're going to regret that, puta. I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson you won't forget soon!"

With a swift motion, he pushed Jacques against the loft wall, which was changing just as much as its two inhabitants. The previously light wooden panels were turning to gray concrete, the floor becoming smooth and sterile. The paintings on the walls disappeared and were replaced by cameras and posters reminding the convicts to 'keep their hands off the guards', and the windows changed from a big, bright opening to small slits near the ceiling.

Richard brought his increasingly masculine face mere centimeters before Jacques' as dark stubble grew in on the guard's chin.

"In here, I am the law. And you are nothing but a filthy petty criminal, who deserves to be locked away and left to rot. Now, you better show me some respect, or you'll be regretting it for a long, long time!"

Jacques pushed himself up and puffed his chest, which expanded with lean muscle, rivaling the other man's.

"Fuck. You."

He spat again, this time directly onto the guard's face, his own eyes gleaming with rebellion. The fact that he was just role-playing was drifting further and further away with each contemptuous breath. The air was thick with testosterone and rage.

Richard wiped the spit from his face and growled menacingly before pushing Jacques against the wall once more. He had no memory that it had originally been a window, or that the floor used to be hardwood.

"Listen here, you little shit! I'm gonna fuck you up until you cry for your mama. Nobody messes with Officer Rico!"

His skin darkened quickly as if to keep up with his words, and a thick accent sneaked into his voice.

Biceps bulging, Jacques found grip in Rico's short hair and, lacking better options, shoved his face into his own armpit.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna fuck me? Bring it, pretty little clean boy! I haven't showered in weeks, hope you enjoy the smell of a real man."

His voice was deep and coarse now without him even trying. All around them, the last remnants of their old home vanished, including the bouquet of flowers and the painting of it.

Officer Rico struggled, his face pressed against the musky dampness of the convict's pit. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing now, and his bulge had grown so large that it was inevitably rubbing against the prisoner's one that was almost as big and just as hard.

Finally, after more and more strength rippled through his body and filled his tight black shirt to the seams, Rico managed to break the headlock and grabbed the convict's wrist, twisting them painfully and forcing the other man down onto the steel flatbed next to them.

"You're gonna regret this, dirty fucker," Rico growled, half angry, half horny, and, with a quick motion and a clicking noise, cuffed the prisoner's hands to the front of the bed. Jacques laughed, but Rico wasn't finished. Mercilessly, he grabbed the inmate's pants, pulled them down and tucked them under the flatbed, effectively immobilizing him with his erect cock completely exposed.

With no gentleness, Officer Rico grabbed the inmate's cock and began to stroke it roughly.

"Well? How do you like that, fucker? Being treated like the scum you are? What's your name, asshole?"

Jacques couldn't help but moan, his hips bucking into the guard's rough grip.

"Jack," said Jack, through gritted teeth. Fuck, being treated like that was just too hot, but he couldn't give his guard the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he tried to free his arms again, causing the metal frame of the flatbed to squeak in protest but giving him no more wiggle room.

Rico's hand tightened around Jack's thick cock, and his own member throbbed in his pants, begging for release.

"Jack, huh? Well, Jack, I think you're gonna learn a lesson today."

He leaned down, his breath hot on Jack's ear as he whispered in a thick accent,

"You're going to get fucked like a good little bitch. The little bitch you are. I'm the one who fucks here. Do you hear me?"

Jack moaned in protest, but his cock betrayed him, throbbing and leaking pre-cum as his guard continued to stroke his massive meat. Fuck, he was gonna lose it if Rico kept this up. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine! Fuck me!" he hissed. "Fuck me if you think you can handle a real man!"

Rico grinned, and his voice grew louder again.

"Good boy, Jackie. Eventually, I break them all. Even though I got to say, you almost earned my respect. Almost."

With that, he let go of the other man's cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking, and loosened his own belt, freeing his massive cock and slapping it on the prisoner's ass, which left a wet spot of precum.

Then, without warning, he lined up with Jack's unwashed asshole and pushed in, forcefully and brutally, until his balls slapped against the other man's ass.

"Take it, bitch. Take it all."

Jack cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and squirmed around on the flatbed, but neither could nor wanted to escape the humiliating situation on the flatbed. Like a machine, the Latino officer rammed into him, stretching him out like he hadn't been before. Jack couldn't help himself from moaning and screaming out loudly for the whole prison wing to hear.

Rico just grunted, his speed and brutality even increasing as he edged nearer and nearer to release. He had to give it to Jack — few men could take his massive size like that. Again and again his hips slammed against the prisoner's ass, and with a last roar, the guard emptied his balls inside the other man's bowels, shooting hot, virile cum in thick jets.

At the same time, Jack couldn't hold it back anymore. Without even touching himself, his large tool spewed cum all over his muscular frame, spurt after spurt until he was fully covered with his own seed and leaking the guard's out of his ass as soon as Rico pulled out.

Wiping his cock clean on the prisoner's pants, Rico grinned. He had needed that.

"I'll be back when I'm horny again. But I guess you won't be going anywhere, right, Jack?"

With a dirty grin, he removed the handcuffs and left the spent prisoner panting in his own mess, but not without taking the shirt with him. If this prisoner didn't want to wear a shirt, who was he to object? Let him have fun showing off his cum-covered torso with no way to clean himself.

What a ride, but so much fun to write!

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Alpha Readers Wanted

Hi there!

As some of you may know, besides writing short stories here, I also dabble in writing fantasy novels. My first book, Dam Breakers, was released last year, and I'm currently working on the first book of a new series called Alchemical Green.

While I don't want to spoil the plot yet, it will be a solid fantasy story with a slow burn gay male romance, and yes, it will have transformation elements. However, as before, it will be a lot tamer than my stories here, and the romance will take delicious time to develop and unfold, also unlike the stories here. Oh, and the protagonist will be really green.

Now, I am looking for one or two alpha readers to accompany me on this writing journey. I have finished a few chapters already, and would love some feedback on these, as well as each new chapter, as I write it.

Just to be clear: I neither expect nor want professional editing or writing advice. Instead, I'd like to capture the emotional journey of a genuine reader who is really into the genre. I'm looking for your thoughts, your feelings and your theories as the story unfolds, to notice problems or aspects I can't see myself (for example because I have the whole story in my head already).

English is not my first language, so a native English speaker would be ideal, but in no way required.

Please note that this is not a paid job, and the only compensation I offer is my thanks and, of course, a mention in the book if you so desire.

If that sounds like something you'd enjoy (or have questions), don't hesitate to shoot me a message.

Finally, I asked chatgpt for a rendition of the main character of the book, so in any case, enjoy the green guy!

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Three days to midsummer: Day one

Hey, feeling lost? If you haven't already, maybe you should read the prologue first!

For the last half hour, Jörgen had been walking up and down his apartment, his mind racing. Everything that has happened seemed more like a dream than reality, but yet, there was undeniable proof his encounter with the fairy prince was real. The bracelets, for one. The subtle changes in his body. And... and his orientation.

That was perhaps the most confusing experience. Of course, living in Sweden, Jörgen didn't have the slightest problem with gay folks and had always shaken his head when he had heard about some backwater societies where homosexuality was anything but fully accepted. But it was never a thing that affected him. He was comfortably straight, or at least, he used to be, until this night.

It even sounded wrong. You don't just stop being straight. That was just as ridiculous as 'conversion therapy' or whatever the nut jobs in other parts of the world called their efforts to 'fix' gays. No, the whole idea of 'turning' somebody gay was just as ridiculous and...

And yet, here he was, sporting a boner every time his thoughts strayed to some hot, manly guy. Female assets, on the other hand, did nothing for him anymore. There was no scientific explanation; everything else might have been explainable in some way, but not this. The fairy prince had used magic on him, real and violating magic. And if he didn't play Zephir's game, there was no telling what else he would do to him.

No, he didn't have a choice. Better trying to find a gay 'soulmate' in three days than ending up at the mercy of the perverted fairy. And if his dream was any indication, the club he had been dancing in was a place he might find one.

There was only the question of 'how'. Jörgen had never considered himself good at flirting with women, let alone men. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, nice muscles?' or 'I like your bulge, let's date.'? It was all so confusing and wrong and... hot.

The only upside was that the club probably wouldn't open until the evening, so he still had time to prepare. Perhaps he should buy new clothes? Look up some gay pickup lines on the internet? And he had to figure out where exactly this club was. Was it even open tonight? It was Wednesday!

"Fuck!" Jörgen muttered. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't fair. But he had no choice, so he got to his computer and opened the browser to browse the clubs in his vicinity...

One good thing was that it was pride month, so there were plenty of events, some even on weekdays. Now he only had to find the right one. However, browsing the marketing photos had a rather unexpected side effect: Jörgen was quickly distracted by all the hot, sweaty, muscular guys dancing and grinding against each other, and it didn't take long for his boner to return with a vengeance. In a daze, he pushed his laptop to the side and started stroking his dick absentmindedly. Fuck, how could he be so horny? Was that part of the fairy prince's curse? Didn't he say something about 'always horny'?

A moan escaped his throat, and his hand moved quicker, up and down the needy length of his cock. It was just a few minutes before he shot a huge load all over his keyboard, and he fell back into the cushions, gasping for air. Fuck. This had been intense. But perhaps now, he could concentrate on solving this mess...

Post-nut-clarity didn't last as long, however, and the jerk wasn't the last one this day. In the end, it took until the evening to find the club he was searching for and — thankfully — there was an event this night. He didn't manage to go shopping or think about what he would say, but he had to try, regardless. He would need to take a shower first, though. Dried up cum was not only filling a small mountain of Kleenex but also stuck to his sweaty body, matting his chest hair. As he walked to the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The changes were more obvious now. His muscles were more pronounced, especially his biceps, and his pecs had grown in size. At the same time, his body hair, particularly the thick hair on his chest, had grown in mass, and the outline of his cock was visibly bigger and more prominent in his underwear. If he was being honest, he would have probably chosen those changes voluntarily if he had been given the chance, but the way it was being forced upon him now was unsettling. Still, he had to admit; he looked good.

After cleaning himself thoroughly, it was hard to find fitting clothes, but he reckoned that might not even be necessary for where he was going. So, he settled on an old, worn pair of jeans that hugged his crotch and ass rather tightly, and a sleeveless shirt showing off his arms and part of his chest hair. Damn, he was almost getting a boner looking at himself in the mirror. He briefly considered jerking off one last time, but decided against that. He didn't want to make another mess, and he really had to go now.

The club was only a short bus ride away and looked like any other, and yet Jörgen felt nervous. He was about to enter a gay club for the first time in his life, and he didn't even know what to expect. He paid the entrance fee and stepped in. It was dark and loud and hot, and the bass was pumping and...

It was just like in his dream. The dance floor was filled with guys of different ages and ethnicities and builds, but all of them were moving to the rhythm, grinding their bodies against each other. He gulped. This was a lot to take in. How was he supposed to find 'true love' in a place like this? All of a sudden, the idea seemed ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He had to try.

Hesitatingly, he entered the dance floor and started moving to the beat — rather clumsily, at least in his own eyes. His eyes darted around, but he was quickly overwhelmed by what he saw — or rather, what he didn't see. With the general darkness and the flashing lights, he had no chance to properly look at anyone who wasn't dancing in his direct vicinity and it was way too loud to start a conversation. The combined smell of hundreds of guys sweating, mixed with a bouquet of different colognes, made him dizzy and the constant touching and grinding made his cock swell and his mind cloud. This was a place made for sex, and everything was telling his body to give in. It was a struggle, but somehow, Jörgen managed to keep some kind of clear thought and he realized, if he wanted to have any chance, he had to look elsewhere. Summoning all his willpower, he left the dance floor again and made his way to the bar. There, at least, the lighting was better.

And then he saw him. Standing at the bar, appearing somewhat lost and clutching a drink, was a young man, perhaps the same age as Jörgen. He looked clean cut, with a stylish haircut and a buttoned-up shirt. The stranger watched the crowd with a mixture of interest and fear, oozing insecurity like a lost puppy. He was cute and triggered something in Jörgen that went beyond the sexual needs he had experienced up to this point. This was the guy, this was the man who could save him. He was sure of it. And he had to approach him.

"Hey, nice party, huh?" he shouted over the noise and the young man jumped, apparently startled, and spilled some of his drink. He gave him an insecure smile, and Jörgen was immediately smitten.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Jörgen."

He still had to shout to communicate and when the other man answered, he had to lean in to understand.

"Um, hi. I'm Patrik..."

"Nice to meet you. What are you drinking? Can I buy you another one?"

He had no idea what he was doing. Was that how people were flirting in a club? Patrik nodded shyly and held up his glass. Luckily, Patrik seemed easy to talk to, and besides the loud music, it didn't take too long to get them both to loosen up a bit. He told Jörgen that he was here for the first time and his friends had left him standing at the bar, but they were not the type of guys he was usually looking for. When Jörgen asked what it was he was looking for, he just blushed, which put a smile on Jörgen's face without him trying.

"Hey, do you want to go outside? It's pretty hot in here, and, honestly, my voice is getting hoarse."

Patrik nodded enthusiastically, and they went outside to smelly side alleys. But at least it was way quieter and cooler here and they could continue their conversation at a normal volume.

"So, tell me something about yourself, Patrik. What do you like to do?"

At this point, Jörgen was already sure that — by an incredible streak of luck — he had one. If he had to be gay, Patrik seemed like the perfect guy for him, and the warm, fluttery feeling in his stomach seemed to agree. It was even more surprising when Patrik suddenly froze. At first, he thought it was something he said, but then he realized Patrik was not just not responding. He was literally frozen, not moving the slightest bit, not even breathing. Confused, Jörgen looked around. Everything seemed to be frozen. The noises from the street were muted, the music and bass vibrations from the club had ceased, and even the neon lights were standing still. The only thing moving was him and...

"Well, well, well. I see you have been busy, Jörgen. Good for you."

The voice came from behind him, and when Jörgen spun around, he saw the fairy prince leaning against the wall, still putting his beautiful body on display without shame.

"What... what are you doing here?" Confusion mixed with anger and fear.

"Well, I told you, I would be watching. He looks cute. What's his name?"

"It's Patrik. And he's a really nice guy. You know, maybe if you weren't such an asshole, you could find a nice guy too instead of ruining other people's lives."

Jörgen hadn't intended to attack Zephir like that, but he *was* really pissed. He had just met someone who seemed to be able to stop this madness, and now the fairy prince appeared out of nowhere and was... up to something. Jörgen knew it.

But instead of being angry, Zephir only chuckled, letting his gaze wander across Jörgen's changed body.

"An asshole, huh? Strong words, especially for someone in your position. But I do like your honesty, and I assure you, I have no ill intend. But..."

The fairy prince circled around the frozen Patrik.

"Patrik here, on the other hand. He seems cute, and innocent, and all insecure on the outside. But do you know what's on the inside? Do you want to know how he would really like to be?"

A mischievous glint had entered Zephir's eyes and Jörgen knew fairly well the question was rhetorical.

"No! I know him already. He's a good person. You have no right to —"

He didn't get further as the fairy prince simply snapped his fingers, and a cloud of sparkles surrounded Patrik.

"Have fun, Jörgen." he chuckled and then he vanished, just like that. The moment the fairy prince left, Patrik unfroze and blinked, as if he was trying to figure out what had just happened, and then, slowly, a shy grin crept on his face.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

But Jörgen couldn't focus on what Patrik said. Instead, he watched in horror as the other man rapidly changed in front of his eyes. The first thing to happen was that his face became more defined and pronounced, his jawline becoming stronger, his nose bigger. Dense body hair was growing in, darkening to an almost jet black, the same color as his new mustache. While his muscles swelled as if balloons, his clothes morphed into something else entirely. Where before Patrik had been well-dressed in a button-up shirt, he now wore a leather jacket with nothing underneath, giving everyone a good look on his defined chest and abs. Likewise, his jeans became shining black leather and military style boots formed around his feet. His hair receded into a short military cut and his gaze became cold and gray. His entire posture shifted as he grew a few centimeters and when he crossed his muscular arms, bulging biceps popped out menacingly. They were not the only thing bulging, however, as Jörgen quickly found.

"I said: What were you saying?"

Even his voice was different now, menacing and gravelly, allowing for no argument, and Jörgen gulped. In front of him was not the cute and shy guy anymore, but an alpha male that could easily break his spine in half.

"Uh... Nothing. Listen, Patrik, I'm..."

"The name is Sarge. And I don't remember allowing you to speak, bitch."

He smirked and walked forward, making Jörgen instinctively take a step back.

"Now, why don't you get on your knees and show me what else that mouth of yours can be used for? And if you do a good job, I'll show you how a real man fucks afterwards."

Jörgen gulped. This wasn't what he wanted. But Sarge's voice had a strange quality to it that made it hard to resist, and the changes in his body made him very easy to obey, and...

Fuck, was he hard. It had been ages since he last jerked off, and the sheer presence of Sarge was intoxicating. Jörgen had no idea how it felt to get fucked, but if the outline in the leather trousers was anything to go by, Sarge was packing, and his own dick was throbbing in anticipation of being impaled by that massive meat. He couldn't help it any longer and sank to his knees until he was at eye level with the bulge. What had happened to Patrik, to the shy boy? What had the fairy done? Jörgen couldn't care less at that moment. The smell coming from Sarge was overpowering and his hand moved to the leather as if by its own account, rubbing the massive dick until he felt Sarge grabbing his hair.

"Get sucking, bitch."

And Jörgen obeyed. In a daze, he found himself freeing the other man's impressive tool and giving the first blowjob of his life. And then, after Sarge had enough, he spun Jörgen around, pressing him with his face against the rough alley wall and fucked him right then and there. It hurt, but the pain was mixed with the most incredible pleasure he had ever experienced, causing Jörgen to cum against the concrete wall without even touching himself.

Sarge, who used to be Patrik, didn't linger afterwards, and with a clap on Jörgen's ass, disappeared without a word. Jörgen, however, was left in the alley, alone, confused and with a cum-stained shirt. Was this really what Patrik had wanted? Or what Zephir had wanted him to be? The thought haunted him, and realization set in as well. Patrik was gone, and with him the chance of finding love tonight. It was late, and the best Jörgen could hope for going back into the club was another fuck. The latter perspective was tempting, but he pulled himself together. No, he had to go home. Perhaps tomorrow, he would have a better idea on what to do.

Here's the next episode!

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Good Boy Cole

"Unghh!"

Cole grunted while pushing up the bar one last time, finishing a set of heavy bench presses, and sat up. Just as he was about to grab his protein shake, he stopped in his track, distracted, and nudged his buddy.

"Hey, Diego. Twelve o'clock. Would you look at that?"

The other man, a Latino called Diego, couldn't help but look in the indicated direction and immediately regretted it. A curvy woman with brunette hair was doing squats, stretching her yoga pants in a way that would make every man look twice. Well, at least every straight man, like Cole, who used every chance to demonstrate just how straight he was. Not so Diego. He was gay, but he knew better than to tell Cole, as this would serve nothing but trouble.

"Damn, look at that ass," Cole announced loudly, making sure both the woman in question, as well as half the gym, could hear him.

"I bet she's much rather bounce on my fat cock than on that mat. I bet she's a moaner."

The anger inside Diego grew. This was hardly the first time, and Cole became less and less bearable lately. His hand clutched the small plastic bag in his pocket, but he restrained himself.

"Cole, what the fuck? At least keep it down. Show some respect!" he hissed.

"Respect? For bitches? Diego, what's wrong with you, bro? Hey!"

The last shout wasn't directed at his friend but at the agitated woman, who walked away with a red head.

"Wrong way, bitch! It's this way to get dicked down in dicktown!"

She quickly scurried away, and Cole laughed.

"Look at that! I love it when they run!"

That was the final straw. Diego used to like Cole, but lately, he had been nothing but an asshole, a misogynist and a homophobe. He took the little plastic bag out of his pocket, and, when his friend was looking away, emptied the powder into his shaker. Perhaps this would teach him a lesson.

Shaking his head, Cole took a deep gulp from his protein shake, not noticing how the sparkly pink powder dissolved in the milky liquid and burped loudly afterwards.

"Anyway. Next set. Spot me, bro, will you?"

He began working the bench again, and Diego smiled.

"Sure thing, bro. You're such a good boy after all."

The trigger phrase took just a few seconds to take effect. All of a sudden, in mid-lift, Cole's face turned red, and his expression changed to a pained, labored one.

"What the fuck, man? Did you increase the weight?"

His voice was strained, and it was clear he was having trouble keeping the bar steady. Diego checked the weights and smirked.

"Hmm. No, they are the same as you always lift."

Cole growled, and the veins on his neck were standing out.

"The fuck, man. I can't hold it! Help me!"

Slowly, the bar sank down towards Cole's bare chest - he had stopped wearing shirts in the gym a few weeks ago to show off his muscular hairy torso to the ladies - and Diego could see panic setting in. He waited until the last moment, when the cold metal had already grazed the other man's chest before he leaned over to help lift it up again, lingering longer than necessary leaned over his friend.

Cole didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't be the same weight as always, it had to be at least double that amount. It didn't help that he had to be rescued by Diego like that, and the natural sweaty musk of the Latino filled his nose. Entirely involuntarily, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts and hoped that Diego didn't see it - which was unlikely, since Cole was, of course, very well endowed.

As a matter of fact, though, Diego was focused on other things. The powder did its job remarkably well, if you knew what to look for. Already, Cole's bulky frame seemed just a bit thinner, and his chest hair, pride of his gym life, was a bit thinner. Diego grinned when Cole couldn't see it. This was going to get good.

"Do you want me to reduce the weights for you?" he asked innocently.

"What? No way! I got this, just have to change my grip."

"Suit yourself! You got this, good boy!"

Cole gritted his teeth and pushed against the metal bar again, trying with all his strength to lift it up, to restore his manly honor. But it was no use, and the bar wouldn't even move, as more changes set in.

"Fuck! There's no way this IS..."

He stopped immediately as his voice cracked.

"I mean there's..."

What came out of his mouth now was not his voice. It was at least one octave higher than it was supposed to be. How embarrassing was that?

"What the fuck?!" He tried to lower his voice to a rumble, but what was coming out now sounded more like Mickey Mouse with a cold than his usual manly voice.

Meanwhile, the changes in his body were proceeding as well. His proudest feature - his thick mat of chest hair - was receding rapidly. Within seconds, it vanished completely, leaving him smooth as a baby seal.

Diego tried very hard not to laugh out loud now and gave Cole a few moments to take it in as the changes came to a halt. Then, he couldn't help himself anymore.

"Hey, did you shave? Looks good, boy!"

"Shut... Shut the fuck up!"

Cole's head was burning, and he needed to get out, get a grip on what was happening.

"I need to pee."

He got up and felt a rush of vertigo. His body felt wrong somehow, but he pretended nothing was wrong and steered towards the men's room door. But apparently, Diego wouldn't let him get away that easily.

"Good call. I got to take a leak, too."

Cole couldn't say much against that and so he ended up at one of the urinals, with Diego right next to him, although there were only a few other guys in the room, and a lot of free spots.

With no hesitation, Diego whipped out his ample dick and aimed it at the bowl, starting with a trickle, as if deliberately taking it slow.

Cole gulped and nestled with his gym shorts, not sure why he was stealing glances at Diego's dick next to him. When he finally managed to get his own tool out, though, his blood froze.

His dick was... Small. Even though his groin was mysteriously as hairless as his chest now, it didn't help to measure up the dick attached, which was not tiny, but considerably smaller than what Cole was used to. Probably even below the male average now. But as bad as this was, it wasn't even the worst thing.

He was hard. He had not noticed because his cock was so small now, but he was sporting a boner. Right here, in the men's room, at the urinals. And the sight of Diego's large meat didn't help to get rid of it, either. Cole understood nothing anymore, and this was quickly turning out to be the worst day of his life. He just stood there, staring at the boner in his hand, neither able to piss nor comprehend.

"What's the matter, Cole? Why are you not pissing?"

Diego looked over shamelessly, bursting into laughter at the sight.

"Wow, is that all you're packing, good boy? I guess 'little Coco' is not half as big as you always say, right, Coco? And is that a fucking boner? Jesus, you sick pup, getting wood in the toilet?"

Cole's head was swimming. Diego hadn't talked loudly, so the other men in the bathroom had not heard, but that made it only marginally better. This was fucking humiliating! Panicking, he backed away into a stall, his whole body shaking as he locked the door and let himself fall against the wall.

What was wrong with him? Was this some kind of sickness? Was he hallucinating? He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, willing his erection down while more changes washed over him. While his body was shrinking and getting weaker, bulging biceps shrinking away into thin twig-like and his hair was getting lighter, a bit longer and considerably better styled. But his body wasn't the only thing changing. As much as he tried, he just couldn't get Diego out of his mind, and his small cock twitched with need. Unable to resist, his hand went into his shorts, taking his needy cock out and starting to rub it between two fingers. A low moan escaped his throat and almost without his doing, his other hand went to unlock the stall door, opening it just a small gap. He had to see Diego, and his cock, as much as he was ashamed about it, so he peeked out of the crack. The Latino was still standing at the urinal, unapologetically holding his slab of meat, directing his manly stream into the dirty gym bathroom equipment.

Everything about the picture was just so... Hot. He shouldn't feel this way about Diego, or any guy, but fuck. His chest hair. His pit hair. His musk. The sound of his piss hitting the bowl. His dick! Oh, his magnificent big dick! As Diego's stream ended and he shook off the last drops, Cole was beyond control. He closed his eyes and jerked furiously, unable to stop himself from moaning so loudly the entire room could hear it.

Just as he crossed the edge, his stall door was ripped open, suddenly exposing him to a grinning Diego and all the other guys in the room.

Cole wanted to die from shame, but Coco couldn't help himself. With an almost girly moan, a few sorry spurts of watery cum erupted from his tiny dick, coating his hand and sending a few drops flying over onto Diego's manly tights.

Cruel laughter erupted, and Coco felt helpless tears well up in his eyes as Diego's voice captured his attention.

"Well, well, well. Look who's jerking off in the bathroom stall, ogling real men. What a show, right, gentlemen?"

He waited a moment for more laughter at Coco's expense, then continued,

"But look at that. You hit me with your pathetic jizz. Is that how a good boy is supposed to behave?"

Coco shook his head meekly and hated himself for it, as the next changes set in. His ass was swelling in his gym shorts that changed color to a hot pink tone, hugging his lean frame tightly now.

"Thought so. Come with me."

His first impulse was to comply, but he resisted, not giving in just yet. But the next thing he felt was Diego's large hand effortlessly grabbing his neck and dragging him out of the stall.

He tried to resist, but his body was weak and pathetic, not having nearly enough strength to escape the grip, and his will was weak, too. A part of him didn't want to resist. He wanted this, to be humiliated, to be dragged out like that, to be shown his place. And this part was getting stronger and stronger just as his face was changing. It was becoming more effeminate, his jawline shrinking away, his nose becoming smaller, his lips fuller. His tongue was flicking out over those lips unconsciously, like a dog's.

Diego didn't stop until they were in the middle of the crowded locker room, in full view of all the half-naked men changing. Then he grabbed Coco's blond hair and pushed him to his knees in front of him.

"Clean up your mess. With your tongue."

It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a command, plain and simple, and the last parts of Cole tried to resist. But once Diego unceremoniously pushed Coco's face into his thighs, he couldn't stop himself from sticking out his tongue, lapping at the sweaty surface sprinkled with his own pathetic cum, only able to think about how good Diego's sweat tasted.

"Look at that bitch. Such a good boy. I bet he wants a reward, right? It's okay. Go for it."

Coco wanted to protest, to shout, to scream, to do anything, really, but he didn't. He was still lapping at Diego's thigh, cleaning him and getting high from his musk and sweat, and he could only nod weakly.

There, mere centimeters from his face, was what Diego was referring to, what Coco needed, like a drug. Diego's crotch, the enormous bulge that was his cock, and his full balls. There was no resisting. He dived in, lapping at the fabric-covered balls, then moving higher to the cock itself, not daring to remove it from the shorts. Without a word, Diego grabbed Coco's blond hair again, pulled out his cock and shoved him onto it.

Coco would have given much to not be so needy, but here he was, moaning loudly in front of all the guys he used to rival with. He was well aware that multiple phone cameras were recording the scene, but when the tip of Diego's cock entered his mouth, traces of piss still clinging to it, all he could think about was the taste, the sensation of a big fat cock down his throat.

Diego smirked, seeing his former friend reduced to a cock sucking twink — his bitch, entirely — and grabbed his hair to move him around like a toy, as the last changes settled, completing the transformation. Coco's face was cute, his lips puffy and full now, his body lithe and elegant, without any trace of body hair. His greedy throat was ready for deep throating any length, and his ass was full and round, promising yet another needy hole to get stuffed. Coco's cock had been reduced to a tiny nub, making him entirely dependent on real men for his pleasure.

"That's right, bitch. Keep sucking that dick. Who knows, if you're a good boy, maybe once I'm through with you, these other fine gentlemen will have their way with your filthy holes as well."

The trigger phrase had lost its power, but the prospect of becoming the locker room whore was more than enough for Coco to double his efforts.

All around him, every single man was already pulling out their cocks in anticipation, not wanting to miss the opportunity to put the twink who used to be obnoxious Cole in his place. And even though Cole was still in there and hated every second, Coco couldn't wait to be of service.

A tf going the opposite direction for once. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Three days to midsummer: Prologue

A bead of sweat traveled down Jörgen's brow as he carefully looked down the corridor, left and right. He knew he was safe here from the cameras, and the watchman wouldn't make his round for another fifteen minutes, so it was safe to take a quick break and wipe the sweat away. It was a week after the middle of June, and although it was already dark, the summer heat of the day still hung in the corridors of the museum. This was good one hand; everyone was either distracted by the heat, asleep or already in preparation for the upcoming celebration. On the other hand, Jörgen wore tight black clothing from head to toe that damply clung to his body when he moved. Still, it was the ideal opportunity for the heist. The idea to sabotage the AC unit had looked good on paper - and it probably was - to keep the watchman distracted, but it also made his own job harder.

Pulling himself together, he put the ski mask back on - for the off chance he had missed a camera - and stepped into the exhibition room. There it was, the pride of the Stockholm museum for crafts: a pair of silver bracelets forming a complicated, ornate pattern. Valuable enough to sell them for a good amount, but with no historical significance or wider popularity, to cause a lot of trouble afterwards. He stepped forward to the pedestal, took out his glasscutter, and started working on the glass panel. Even though the cameras were off, he still had to be quick about it. As always in his job, the smallest mistake could have dire consequences.

Finally, the glass was cut, with an almost inaudible 'pling', and the treasure was in his grasp. Carefully, he lifted the bracelet and placed it into his pocket. It was a beautiful piece of art, really. Too bad he couldn't keep it for himself.

Suddenly, his professional focus was interrupted by a warm glow on his neck, and he spun around, startled and blinking. Gone was the midnight darkness of the museum, and instead...

Jörgen looked around in utter confusion. He was standing in some kind of garden or park, with flowers and the remnants of some old walls scattered around the place. And it was sunny. This couldn't be! Given, it was close to the summer solstice, and the days were long, but this was high noon sun shining down warmly on him.

"Well. Look at that. How curious."

Jörgen almost jumped at the foreign voice. It was warm and rich like honey, flowing effortlessly in a sing-song melody that belonged to the man behind him. He was tall and muscular, with white hair and an almost perfect body that was only stressed by the thin glittering fabric draped around his hips, accentuating the ample bulge more than hiding it. But that wasn't the most unusual thing about the other guy. Behind his back, flapping idly in the breeze, was a pair of elegant, glittering blue wings. Like a butterfly or...

"It's been in a while since I had visitors. What's your name, mortal?"

"Mortal? What? What the fuck? Where am I? Who are you?!"

The impossible man smirked, uncrossing his arms and walking slowly towards him, licking his lips unnervingly.

"Oh, how rude of you. I like it. Very well. I'm Zephir. Prince Zephir, of the Summer Realm, to be exact. And I believe you," he pointed a finger at Jörgen, and he could have sworn to see colorful light particles dancing around it, "have not only trespassed into my realm, but you also carry something that once belonged to me. Perhaps you have stolen it? Now. Please tell me your name."

A few colorful sparks hit Jörgen's chest and suddenly, he felt his tongue move on its own accord.

"Jör... Jörgen." he muttered. Damn. He should have kept his mouth shut, but he couldn't.

"I see... Jörgen."

He didn't like the way the self-proclaimed prince was rolling his name around in his mouth as if tasting it.

"Are you... I mean, are you really a -"

"A fairy?" Zephir sighed theatrically. "Yes. And, as I have mentioned, not just any ordinary fairy, but royalty. But enough of that. Why don't you take out the bracelets you have stolen?"

This time, Jörgen didn't need any magical sparks to compel him, and he took out the silver bracelets, gulping.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know they belonged to you..."

"Oh, I'm sure of that," Zephir interrupted him, "but you were aware they belonged to someone, right? Well, to be quite exact, they don't belong to me either. I gave them to a lover I met so many years ago. It's a melancholic memory. We shared so many wonderful hours, and yet... mortal lives are so... fleeting. It's a tragedy."

Jörgen didn't know how to react. At least the fairy prince didn't seem too... upset?

"I'm sorry. She must have meant a lot to you. Please, you can take them back, as a memento."

Zephir, who had apparently been lost in thoughts looked up, and a rather mischievous smile crept on his face.

"Oh, yes. He was a wonderful lover, but that is history now. You, on the other hand..."

Blue wings idly flapped as Zephir circled around Jörgen.

"You are here now, and I believe you will prove rather... entertaining. Keep them. Better yet, put them on."

When Jörgen didn't react directly, Zephir snapped his fingers impatiently and a small shower of sparks rained onto the man, who quickly slipped the bracelets onto his upper arm, where they fit perfectly.

"Much better. See, we're not so different. You and me, both thieves, in a way. Only while you steal jewelry, I steal hearts. Now, here is my game. You see, in only three days, it's midsummer. And - coincidentally - my birthday. I have enchanted these bracelets so you can't take them off anymore. Over the course of the next three days, they will change you, body and mind, into my perfect birthday gift. A plaything, always ready to provide entertainment, always... horny."

The way he pronounced 'horny' didn't sound good. Jörgen felt a cold shiver run down his back.

"What? No! That's not fair! You can't do that to me!"

Zephir blinked.

"Oh, yes, I can. But you're right, that wouldn't be very fair indeed. So, here is the deal. If you happen to find true love - the man who you can love with all your heart and he loves you - then and only then shall the enchantment be lifted."

This was so absurd, Jörgen had to laugh out.

"What? That's impossible! First of all, I'm not gay. I love women, do you understand? And what the fuck? Three days? That's not possible!"

Zephir chuckled, seemingly amused by his predicament.

"You will have to find a way - or submit to my whims. And as for your preference for women... I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. In any case. My conditions are clear; the enchantment is sealed. Good luck finding someone who can put up with your... needs. I know I will be watching your struggle with great interest."

With another snap of his fingers, the world turned black again, and Jörgen found himself dreaming.

He was dancing, in a club he recognized, like many times before. But something was different. The dancefloor was crowded, and it was hot and sticky, but when he looked around, he noticed that every single person in the place was male. And they were all moving, gyrating to the music, grinding their half-naked bodies against each other, and against Jörgen, as well! He had never had a dream so intense and for a moment, he wasn't even sure it was a dream at all. He could smell the sweat, he could hear the music, he could see those bulging muscles, those perfect abs and those thick bulges, barely contained behind fabric. To his horror, Jörgen found himself mimicking the movements, grinding his own body against the other guests and...

No! He needed to get out! Now! He pushed his way through the crowd, not without noticing the looks and the whistles he was getting, but he didn't care. He needed to leave, to get out and breathe the cold air. It was just a dream, but his head was spinning and his cock was painfully erect and...

Finally, he found a door and stumbled through, but it only got worse. Behind it was not the saving outside, but a room that was barely lit at all. There were fewer men in here, which was good, but the relief was short-lived. In the darkness, several decidedly male figures were moaning, and moving and...

A pair of hands grabbed his body and pulled him against a wall. Several others joined them, roaming over his chest and his ass and he felt his shirt being torn open and strong fingers entering his pants and...

With a scream, Jörgen woke up, and needed several moments before he realized he was at home, in his bed. His heartbeat slowed as the first light of the morning was pouring into his bedroom. Then, he noticed three things:

First, his bedsheets were tented and wet from his morning wood and a rather intense nocturnal orgasm.

Second, there on his upper arms were the two silver bracelets, glittering innocently in the light of the rising sun.

And third, his body didn't look like it was supposed to. The changes were subtle, but if his eyes didn't play tricks on him, he was just a little more defined, the tent under his sheets slightly bigger, his chest had a bit more hair to it...

Realization dawned on him. The fairy prince, the bracelets, the dream - it had all been real, and he was already changing. Zephir's curse was real. And if he didn't find some imaginary true love in the next three days, that pervert fairy would do God-knows-what with him!

"Fuck!" he muttered.

What was he supposed to do?

I've always wanted to do a poll-style story! Enjoy this 4-parter where you help the fairy prince to spread mayhem by your choices!

You can read about the next day here!

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The Stud Shack

"The Stud Shack?" Eric read from the flyer with a voice conveying more than a little doubt. He was sitting squeezed in between two of his friends, Ryan and Noah, in the back seat of a car.

"Oh, don't mind the name, it's gonna be awesome!" Ryan, his best friend, chimed in from the left. "It's just a remote cabin meant for a getaway with a couple of dudes, nothing weird. And trust me, a weekend with your friends is what you need right now."

"Yeah, something to get your mind off -" Liam, in the driver's seat, was interrupted by a punch from the muscular jock to his right, Derek.

"Dude! Not cool. Eric, forget about that girl, she was a bitch anyway."

Eric nodded but remained silent. 'That girl' was his long-time girlfriend, who had left him recently. The pain was still fresh, but the trip with the guys was at least a welcome distraction, even though he would have preferred to spend the weekend alone watching TV and staring at the walls.

Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - his friends had a different idea and instead of leaving him to his moping, they had dragged him off to the woods for a 'guy's trip' - whatever that meant. Besides his childhood friend Ryan, with his carefully maintained Viking look, braided beard and all, there were Noah, Derek and Liam.

Noah and Liam were the nerdier types of the group, although they couldn't be any more different otherwise. Where Noah was a quiet and skinny IT expert, Liam was a loud and a bit chubby comic nerd. The two of them were playing DnD together regularly, of course, to complete the stereotype.

Derek, on the other hand, was a typical jock, with short-cropped hair, the physique of a quarterback and the brains of a post, although Eric had to admit that Derek was actually not the asshole everyone assumed a guy looking like him to be. Instead, he was rather warm-hearted and friendly once you got to know him. He was even a bit protective of the other guys in the group, especially the smaller ones.

Which brought Eric's thoughts to himself. He was pretty normal, all things considered, but perhaps the least manly of the lot, a fact he was constantly aware of since they started this trip. Not only was he rather short, he lacked all qualities that made a guy attractive to the fairer gender; there were no muscles to his frame and his baby-face was as smooth as the rest of his body. Even the two nerds were, in a way, more manly than he was: Liam was a sweater and had an aggressive natural body odor, a fact that he was thankfully fully aware off and successfully battled by changing clothes more than often and using copious amounts of deodorant. While this was certainly the dark side of manliness, it was still better than the nothing that Eric could offer in that regard.

Noah on the other hand... On the first glance, there were about as many male qualities to him as there were to Eric, besides the former being a bit taller. However, Eric had seen his friend in the shower after a rare occasion of them both going to the gym, and Noah's dick was *considerably* bigger than his own. That was also a point of envy for Eric, and it had stung quite a bit when his girlfriend had mentioned his 'cute little dickling' as another reason why she had grown tired of him.

No, Eric summarized, it had been a miracle he had been able to find one woman to date him, and that was not likely to happen again. Perhaps he should just accept his fate and stay single forever.

It was already getting dark as the car stopped in front of the cabin, and Eric had to admit that the place looked rather nice. Nestled between a few trees, the cabin was built out of large, sturdy logs and the whole area was illuminated by the soft lights of the setting sun. It looked a lot better than he had expected from a 'stud shack'. Perhaps this whole trip wasn't such a bad idea, after all.

As they got out of the car, Noah pulled a paper from his pocket and squinted at it in the fading light.

"Uhm, the door should be unlocked. And here's the Wi-Fi password. And the owner wishes us a 'transformative stay', whatever that means."

He shrugged, put the paper away again and stepped up to the front door to confirm that it was indeed open.

The inside of the cabin was tidy and rustic. The whole floor was covered in a plush carpet, and a few large sofas dominated the living room, along with a large flat screen. That was, however, not the thing that immediately captured Eric's eyes.

"What the..." he began, accompanied by similar exclamations from the other guys. Only Ryan's exclamation was a bit different: "Hot!"

In the middle of the living room was a stone pillar that supported the second story of the cabin. It was, however, not smooth. Intricately worked into the gray stone were figures winding around the pillar, in varying shapes and sizes and - that became obvious even from the distance - all very male and completely naked. Only on second look, Eric noticed that they were not consistently proportioned, as if depicted in a scene of in-between shifting into other forms. One arm of one of the guys looked considerably bigger than the other one, for example. On the third look, it got even weirder. What Eric thought to be separate figures were actually merged and conjoined with one another, forming a large sculpture of a strange mass of bodies that wound their way around the pillar, with no beginning and no end. It was an endless tangle of manly bodies, and he could see muscles bulging and flexing, asses round as melons and cocks big enough to be seen from the distance.

"That's... an orgy." Noah remarked in a dry tone.

"Well, at least we know now where the cabin got its name." Eric agreed.

"Yeah. Who would want *that* in his living room?" Liam said, equally confused.

"Me!" Ryan replied, still ogling the sculpture.

It was no secret Ryan was gay, openly and proudly. He could often been seen hitting on the next guy on Grindr and commented on men he found attractive so often it had become a running gag in the group. So, it was no surprise he had to comment on this piece of art, too.

"Dude, these guys are fucking *hot*. Look at this one's arms, and this one's abs. Fuck, I'd love to lick that chest."

"Ryan!" Derek exclaimed.

"What?"

"You're being horny again." Derek reminded him matter-of-factly and Liam chuckled.

"Ryan is *always* horny."

The other guys nodded, and Ryan laughed.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna ogle this piece of art *in silence* then."

"Good. Now, how about we get settled in and start the weekend?" Noah proposed, and the other guys agreed.

They dropped off their stuff in the bedrooms and returned to the living room. Derek had grabbed a cooler full of beer, and soon, they were lounging on the couches, drinking and chatting while the TV showed the highlights of last night's games. Besides the large totem pole like pillar in the middle of the room, the 'stud shack' seemed to be nothing more than a cozy cabin. And, Eric suspected, since the column was load-bearing, it wouldn't have been easy to remove it, even if the owner didn't like it. It was easy enough to ignore, though, and the evening was filled with laughter, beer, junk food and stories, just as Ryan had promised.

The long drive took its toll and one by one, the guys went to bed, until only Ryan and Eric were left in the living room. It was time for a serious talk, as Eric saw it.

"Thanks for taking me along, Ryan. It is... nice."

"Hey, no problem, dude." Ryan replied, smiling. "We're friends. And I know that you wouldn't have gotten over her on your own, you need a bit of distraction."

"Thanks. Hey, uhm, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Always. Shoot."

"You're gay, right? Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Wha- where does that come from?"

"My ex, you know. She dumped me. And I think it's because I'm not, well, handsome. I mean, look at those guys."

Eric stood up and circled the pillar, pointing at the various naked male forms. When he found a particularly attractive face, he let his finger brush over it and twitched back for a second as he felt like he had received a mild static shock.

"They're... hot. You said so yourself when you entered. And I am... nothing of that sort. How am I supposed to find a girl like that?"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, man. You're a nice guy."

"Perhaps I am *nice*. But nobody cares for *nice*, at least no woman." It sounded bitter than he had planned.

Ryan sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to say this... But you are a great guy, Eric. Smart, friendly, always there to listen. There is a girl for every straight guy, even for a dork like you. And that girl will love you and you'll make her happy. You just have to find her first."

"Yeah. Thanks for saying that, Ryan. But how am I supposed to do that? I had to go to college to meet my ex and now that I have my job..."

"Look, I get it," Ryan interrupted. "You think you need to market yourself better. And you know what? If you think you need to do that, do it, man."

"Like, how?" Eric looked up and saw his friend grinning at him.

"Hit the gym, dude. Get those gains. Every girl wants a man with muscle."

"I... don't know. I don't have time, and I don't know if I have the dedication..."

"Then start smaller. Like... Grow a beard. Beards are hot! Look at mine."

Ryan ran a hand over his chin and the intricate braid in his beard.

"I don't think I could pull that off." Eric laughed. "My beard is so thin, it looks like a teenager's. I have literally no natural hair growth anywhere."

"Come on, it can't be *that* bad," Ryan laughed and felt Eric's chin. However, as he did, something weird happened. It felt like another static shock to Eric, and after a split second, a surprised look conquered Ryan's face, who was still grabbing his chin.

"What's wrong?"

Eric tried to turn his head away, but Ryan's hand followed.

"I... I'm stuck somehow."

"What?"

"Yeah. I can't let go of your face. It feels like... like I'm being pulled in."

As Ryan spoke, his hand moved forward a bit, and his fingers started to sink into Eric's skin.

"Woah, what's happening here?" The surprise quickly turning into panic as he tried to dislodge his right hand using the left one. But as he touched his hand, the sinking process spread to both of them and they disappeared up to his wrists in Eric's face, while his friend could only look in surprise, feeling nothing but a warm, fuzzy sensation.

"This isn't good! Dude! What is going on?" Ryan was full-on panicking by now, and his struggling only accelerated the whole thing. His arms were sucked into the face of Eric now, and they continued to move forward.

"Ryan!" Eric exclaimed in horror, but he didn't know what to do. Ryan's torso was being pulled in, too, and he could see his friend's face pressing against his own. Their lips touched, and suddenly Ryan was gone, and his feet had vanished into Eric's face. Eric was alone, safe for a heap of Ryans clothes in front of him.

"Ryan? Where are you, buddy?" he asked, confused, and his hand went to his face. It felt normal, and everything seemed fine. Had he imagined it?

But then, his hand touched his chin, and he was in for another surprise. Instead of his usual smoothness, he felt a generous amount of beard that had sprouted on his chin. It was nothing like the carefully maintained long beard Ryan had sported. Instead, it was a wild growth of hair, like one would expect from someone who hadn't shaved for a week. But that wasn't possible. This beard was longer than the amount of facial hair he had in total, and he certainly hadn't grown it in the last two seconds. And there was something else that was off. When he touched the unkempt hair, he felt... pride. It was such an alien feeling that it immediately became clear to him it wasn't entirely his own.

"Ryan? Are you... in there?"

He received no answer, but it *felt* like Ryan somehow. There could be no doubt. Ryan was somehow a part of him now. He should have panicked at that thought, but what Eric felt was something else entirely. It felt good. Right. As if his life had been missing a puzzle piece, and it had just been added to him. He liked the feeling, and he liked the new beard. It even made him a bit horny if he was being honest. Or more than a little bit perhaps.

He quickly gathered Ryan's clothes and disappeared into his bedroom, where he proceeded to jerk off furiously. He didn't understand one bit of what had just happened, but it was *incredibly* arousing. While he was pumping his shaft, his thoughts were drawn to men. It wasn't even a conscious decision, but it just felt right. So, as the image of his muscular buddy Derek appeared in his mind, his hand sped up and he was cumming in no time, spraying his cum on the bed sheets with a groan.

"Fuck, Ryan. Seems like you gave me more than a beard." Eric said, suddenly very tired. "Guess I'm gay now, huh?"

***

The next morning came, in after another jerk-off-session right after waking up, a certain post-nut-clarity set in. What should he tell the other guys? He could hardly tell the truth, that Ryan had been absorbed into his chin and had become his freaking beard!

No, he had to come up with a cover-story. And he needed to explain his sudden facial hair. Well, for the last problem, there was a solution.

"Sorry Ryan, I have to trim you a bit."

With that, he took out his razor and trimmed the dense stubble to a more believable length. He didn't want to get rid of it entirely, no, if he hadn't been in this situation, he wouldn't have shaved it at all. But Eric was confident the new growth would regrow quickly.

Explaining Ryan's absence wasn't as difficult as he imagined it to be, as well. After a quick breakfast with the rest of the team, Eric told them that Ryan had gotten up earlier than everyone else and had gone to a Grindr-date. It wouldn't have been the first time for Ryan to do that, so the other guys accepted the story, and the remaining four went on a hiking tour, as planned.

He received a few comments on his new stubble, which made him feel proud. For the first time in forever, Eric felt like he was making something out of himself.

The hike was hot and tiresome, and soon, they all were sweating profusely. Liam apologized constantly and was even more uncomfortable than usual. It was rather unnecessary if you asked Eric. Liam should just be proud of his manly traits instead of constantly promising to take a shower right after they returned to the cabin. But of course, the main attraction on the hike was Derek. The jock had taken off his shirt at the earliest opportunity to show off his impressive physique and muscles, and while the other two were ogling nature, Eric couldn't help but stare at his friend. A coating of chest hair accentuated the definition of his pecs and abs and was glistening in the sunlight as drops of sweat were rolling over his torso. Eric felt his shorts becoming tighter and he had to tear his gaze away to prevent an awkward situation.

Finally, they arrived back at the cabin and both Liam and Noah went straight for both the available showers, leaving him with Derek in the living room.

"You should take your shirt off as well, to help cooling off," the jock suggested, and Eric was happy to comply. However, as the minutes passed, Eric's gaze was shifting between his friend and the stone pillar. Derek was looking awfully good, and Eric felt a sting of envy. With muscles like that, with chest hair like that, he could surely have any guy he wanted. He would be a stud, the manliest man in the room. His eyes were fixated on the chiseled torso of Derek, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa. And then, there was the 'totem pole'. Eric didn't quite understand what had happened to Ryan yesterday, but it all started after Eric had touched the stone column. Perhaps, if he did that again...

Eric's hand was drawn to the sculpture, and he ran his fingers over the cold stone. He could almost feel the power of those guys in the rock itself. And, sure enough, there had been the mild static shock again.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Derek's voice brought Eric back to the reality. He saw that he had touched a face of a particularly beefy figure.

"Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. Hey, uhm..."

Did he really want to do that? But the new *urge* was getting stronger and stronger. Derek was not a clever man. This should be easy.

"Sorry, I'm still a bit sad. Could perhaps give me a hug?"

Derek looked at him suspiciously but then shrugged.

"Sure, dude." And he got up and approached his friend. Eric couldn't help but notice how Derek's pecs were flexing, and his abs were shifting with each step he made. They hugged and their bare chests touched. At the same time, however, Eric could feel his boner pressing into the groin of the other man, thankfully separated by layers of fabric. Before Derek could comment on the unwanted poking in his nether regions, however, the magic of the pillar took hold and the naked flesh of their chests touching merged together.

"Wha-" was all Derek could say before his body was being sucked into Eric's. His muscular arms were already gone, and he could only stare at the other guy in horror.

"I'm sorry, Derek. Don't worry, you will make a fine addition to my body." Eric didn't quite understand why he said that, but it felt... fitting.

Derek's head was sucked in and Eric's chest expanded, growing into a mirror of the muscular jock's own. At the same time, dense hair erupted from his chest, growing into a carpet that covered his pecs and his stomach. The feeling was incredible, like the orgasm earlier, only better. His whole body felt as if he was getting pumped up, and his muscles inflated all over. Derek's consciousness, however, faded into the mat of hair on his chest. It was a different feeling than Ryan's. Where Ryan had been a prideful presence, Derek was a calming one. It was almost as if his new muscles were reassuring him, telling him he was doing good. And, where he was constantly aware that Derek was still there and enjoying the ride, Derek's presence faded until it was only a faint background feeling. He was still there, but somehow less so than Ryan.

"Thanks dude." he said smilingly and ran his hands over his new muscle - and his new hair. It was ecstatic, intoxicating and addictive. Eric needed *more*. More to complete him. To turn him from the lame Eric he was to the stud he needed to become. And the urge was so strong that he couldn't fight it even if he wanted to.

His hand went to his groin and felt the boner that was still standing hard as rock against his shorts. Before he could start in earnest however, Noah and Liam entered the room, fresh from the shower with a towel around their waists.

"Is everything alright? I thought I heard Derek..." Liam began but was interrupted by Noah.

"Holy shit. What happened to you, dude?!"

He stared at Eric's new physique, and the latter grinned broadly.

"Like what you see, huh?" he said, and suddenly, he found himself *growling*. It was a deep animalistic growl, and the two other guys stepped back, intimidated.

There was no way he would be able to explain the scene, so he had to act quickly. His hand found the stone pillar and another mild shock made him aware of the power within.

"Guys, I'm feeling a bit lonely. Why don't you come here and give me a big group hug, hm? You both look so nice and clean and fresh, I would hate to leave you out."

However, unlike Derek, these two weren't quite so easy to convince. They exchanged a look and remained at a distance to the hunky guy.

"Dude, something's wrong here. Where is Derek? You should sit down, maybe we can get you some help..."

"I don't need help." Eric pointed out and circled the two of them, herding them away from the door and into a corner.

"I need *more*." And with a jump, he tackled Liam to the ground, easily overpowering the unfit man with his newfound strength.

"Your manly musk is *wasted* on you, Liam. You're too afraid to wear it proudly. Well, not anymore. Let's see how you like it in my *pits*."

He didn't give the other man the opportunity to react, instead forcing his armpit to Liam's face. It was only seconds before his pits made contact with his skin, and just like his chest with Derek, Liam was immediately sucked into the quickly moistening caverns.

Eric's pits grew deeper and started to sweat profusely. At the same time, he could feel the essence of Liam joining him as what had been Liam quickly dissolved into a dense coating of hair. Just as he was halfway absorbed, Eric quickly changed sides, giving his left armpit the same treatment. It was almost as if his pits were *hungry*, and the wet heat of his body sucked in the last of Liam's being until there was nothing left. Instead, his armpits were positively *hairy* now, and a musky and manly odor emanated from them and his whole body.

Liam's presence was clearly trapped in the bush of his pit hair, and Eric could clearly tell that he hated every second of it. But it was not like he had any choice. Liam was a part of him now, and he would have to get used to his new existence.

But Eric didn't have time to enjoy the sensations, since there was still Noah, who was cowering in the corner of the room, like a trapped animal. Eric growled at him and the other man winced. He was a lot weaker than Liam, and Eric would have no trouble at all to pin him against the wall.

He grinned a predatory grin and his presence and body odor flooded the room.

"You don't have to be afraid, Noah. It doesn't have to be like that. You can join me voluntarily... Or I can force you."

"I... I... Don't... You..." Noah's stammer was almost funny, and Eric chuckled, as he noticed the bulge forming in the other man's towel.

"Here's an offer. If you join me out of your free will, I am going to let you choose where you want to go on my glorious body. What's it gonna be, Noah?"

Noah's eyes flicked back and forth between Eric's armpits, his chest and his abs, clearly looking for a place to hide from the hungry pits that had just consumed Liam. His eyes stopped on Eric's crotch, however, and his large cock twitched under the cover of his towel. It seemed like he had made his choice.

"Say it, buddy. Tell me what you want. Which part of my hair do you want to become?"

Eric touched the totem column, getting ready for action. He knew what Noah wanted, but he wanted to hear it from the man himself.

"I... want to be your..." he stammered, but Eric's piercing gaze told him there was only one right answer and he had to say it.

"... pubes. I want to be your pubes. Please!"

"See, that wasn't so bad." Eric smirked. "Are you ready to become nothing more of a mat of dirty groin hair on my studly body? Are you ready to live a life in my pants, never to see the light of day again?"

"Yes! Please!"

Noah had given up on any resistance, and his hand went down to his own crotch and started stroking himself through his pants.

"Good. Then blow me!" Eric growled, and his dick sprang free from his shorts, rather short, erect and already leaking pre-cum. Noah was immediately on his knees and started servicing the dick of his friend, eager to please him. As before, a pleasurable warmth spread, this time in Eric's groin. He used his large hand to press Noah's face into his groin, feeling it and the rest of his body disappearing into the dense forest of his crotch.

Eric didn't feel the usual climax he expected, but the pleasure kept building and building. When Noah was completely absorbed, his dick was surrounded by a thick bush of black pubic hair, and he was hornier than ever before. But that wasn't everything. Several inches of length and girth had been added to his now massive tool, surpassing even what Noah had before.

"Fuuuuck." he groaned loudly, his hand furiously jerking his dick. Noah's consciousness was now with him. And unlike the other guys, Noah was perpetually horny. Who would have expected that from his quiet friend? He had to cum, and he had to do it right here, right now!

Eric's massive cock erupted into his hand, spraying rope after rope of cum across the stone column in the middle, leaving a sole man panting and catching his breath. Eric looked down on himself proudly. A new stud was born, and he was ready to conquer the world.

Getting back into writing isn't going as smoothly as I hoped! I sat on this story for way too long. I hope, you guys enjoy it anyway, although it's a tiny bit darker than usual!

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Grunt Force Gamer

Friday evening, finally. After a rather stressful week at the office, Finn was looking forward to his favorite past-time activity, which was blasting through the missions of *Duty Force Alpha* with his buddies. He was a bit surprised though when he logged into the voice server to find only one of his teammates there, even though he was the one who was late.

"Hey Beck! Sorry I'm late. Where is everyone?" he asked.

Beck was the newest addition to the team and had only joined a few weeks ago, bringing them up to five guys, or a whole squad.

"Let's see..." the other guy answered.

"Joey has to help a friend to move, so he is out for tonight. Alex has to prepare a presentation for his work on Monday. And I haven't heard from Dave at all."

Finn groaned.

"So, probably girl trouble again." Dave had a history of disappearing without any trace for a couple of days, only to emerge again a few days later and explaining that he was on a date. It never seemed to work out in the long term, though.

"Anyway. What about you?"

"I'm game. Looks it's just the two of us tonight." said Beck, and Finn could vividly imagine the cocky grin of the other guy, even though their cams were off right now. Finn agreed and started up the game but couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. The thing about Beck was that he wasn't just the newest member of their team or a cool guy to hang out with. Beck was *also* rather hot, especially for a gamer, and every time he spoke, his voice alone was enough to send a chill down Finn's spine. In short, Finn had a hard crush on the other man, and the prospect of spending the evening alone with him - even though it was just digital proximity - was both exciting and frightening to him.

The trouble was: Finn knew borderline nothing about Beck at all. He knew they lived in the same city and his first name, but that was about it. He had no idea if Beck was into guys or if he was single - which Finn could hardly imagine either way - or what his type was. And, of course, he was way too shy to actually ask him.

Just as Finn logged onto the game server, Beck spoke up again.

"Ah fuck, I've got to go AFK for a few minutes again, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. I'll go get a snack as well."

Finn muted his microphone, but instead of going to the kitchen, he was quickly distracted by a message from the game, announcing a change in skill trees. As he was reading the patch notes, however, after some moments, he heard a strange noise from his headset. It sounded a bit like a quiet slapping sound, and while he was still trying to identify what it was, a faint moan reached his ears.

Oh. *Oh*! Finn froze as his brain connected the dots. Beck hadn't gone AFK in a broader sense. Well, his hands probably were off the keyboard, but...

His mind was racing, and his own cock was twitching. Beck was *jerking off* right now, and he had forgotten to mute his microphone. What now? He couldn't just sit here and listen to his teammate beat his meat, right? Perhaps he should give him some privacy and go get that snack.

On the other hand,... imagining the lean Beck stroking himself, probably watching some porn in his gaming chair was pretty hot, and Finn felt his own cock strain against his pants. He double checked his own microphone. Muted. Good. Finn felt his heart beating in his throat as he slowly fondled himself, not quite masturbating but listening to the increasingly labored breaths of his crush on the voice channel. He wondered what he was watching...

Suddenly, a coarse whisper joined the jerking noises and the moans.

"Oh yeah. Show me those big guns, Sarge. I bet your sexy biceps are so much bigger than your brain... Well, I wouldn't mind..."

No way! Beck wasn't just rubbing one out to a random porn video, but instead he was drooling over one of the game characters, Sarge, the meathead heavy type of the game.

But that meant...

Disappointment set in shortly after euphoria. Yes, that meant Beck was gay. But it also meant he preferred the more or less exact opposite of what Finn had to offer. He was a smart guy with a rather unimpressive physique - quite the contrast to Sarge, who was basically a meat mountain. In fact, Finn's character in *Duty Force Alpha* was the exact opposite of Sarge. It was a character class called 'Engineer', whose main feature was to build turrets to shoot down enemies.

But these were just game characters, right? A fantasy. Perhaps Beck didn't have those expectations in real life? Well, there was no way he would be able to ask him, not without giving away that he listened in on his masturbation session.

As if on cue, Beck was moaning loudly now, and with an almost grunting noise, the slapping stopped. He had finished, and Finn was hard. It took only a few seconds until the sound of his breath was gone, replaced by his normal voice.

"Hey, Finn. Did you get that snack?"

Finn decided to wait for two more minutes before unmuting his own microphone to keep up the charade.

"I'm back. Are you there, Beck?"

"Yeah, sorry man, I had to take care of something first. Anyway, let's get going!"

Taking care of something. You could say that. Beck chose his usual sniper character as if nothing had happened and Finn's mouse hovered over the engineer, but he hesitated. He knew Beck's fantasies rather well now. Perhaps if he tried to act a bit simpler... He clicked.

"No way! You're playing Sarge? What happened to your engi?" Beck's voice was surprised.

"Well, I..."

Finn cleared his throat, remembering that Beck apparently had the hots for the simple men.

"Heh, yeah, figured I'd mix things up a bit. These guys seem pretty... capable. And we need a bit of meat shield if it's just the two of us."

Adjusting his pattern of speech to what he thought was simple and cool was harder than expected. He found himself tripping over words more often than not, but if that had any effect on the other guy, he didn't show it immediately. He didn't ask further questions about his choice of character and the two of them went on their way, starting the first mission.

At first, Finn tried to play tactically, as he was used to by his engineer, but after half a mission, he reconsidered. Not only was Sarge simply not built for this playstyle, but he figured Beck would be more into another approach. So, he changed strategies completely and just charged into the enemies head-first and with blazing guns. This worked out remarkably well, and soon, Finn was having actual fun behaving like the meathead he was pretending to be. He even threw in a few grunts and battle cries for good measure that seemed to amuse Beck a lot.

"Sounds like someone is having fun with his new class!" he laughed after a particularly successful attack.

"Yeah. I'm just here to shoot and look pretty. No need to think of anything. Leave that to the smart guys. Like you. All I need is my guns."

The bit of boldness probably came from all the adrenalin, but it was getting easier to get into character now. In any case, Beck didn't seem to mind.

"Awesome man! So, what do you do when you're not gaming? Hit the gym much?"

Finn froze and almost got hit by an enemy assault as a consequence. Fuck! This was the first time Beck showed any interest in his personal life. But the honest answer to that would be 'no, never', clearly not what Beck wanted to hear. Against better judgment he had to lie.

"Uh... yeah, sometimes. Gotta stay in shape, y'know?", hoping that Beck would buy it.

"Nice! Hey, why don't you turn on your cam, show me those gains."

Crap. They sometimes played with their webcams on, that's how Finn knew how Beck looked like. However, since he had been sick and didn't want to turn on his own camera last time, Beck had not seen him before. And that was the only reason his bluff earlier could have worked.

"I don't know, I didn't clean my place..." he tried to evade, but it was no use.

"Aww, come on, man."

Beck had already turned on his camera and smiled into the lens, and Finn could see the handsome face he often dreamed of at night. That was, of course, too much for Finn to resist, and he turned on his camera, too, with a beating heart, expecting Beck to call him out on his lie.

But instead, Beck nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, nice. I can see your progress. You're looking pretty fit, man."

Finn just stared at the monitor for a moment. Given, the lighting wasn't all that good, but how on earth would Beck think he was looking *fit*? He inspected his own miniature image on the screen. Okay, yes, the shadows of the badly lit battle station worked in his favor here. With some fantasy, you could probably make out definition that Finn knew very well wasn't there in reality. Perhaps, Beck was just being polite.

"Uh, thanks." he said, before quickly adding "... bro." for the effect.

He felt a rush of excitement. Perhaps he would be really able to pull this off!

With the cams still on, he charged into the next pack of enemies, and watched Beck lean back into his gaming chair, giving Finn a good view of his own somewhat toned chest under his t-shirt.

"So, you got a girlfriend, Finn? Or are you more of a player?"

Fuck, more questions. His first impulse was to lie again, but no! If he wanted to have a shot with the other guy, he *had* to be honest here. He swallowed hard and answered with his eyes still lingering on Beck, trying to read his body language.

"N-no girlfriend. I'm... uh... not really into chicks."

That came out a lot less confident than he hoped. There was no sign of animosity in Beck, and even though thinking was somehow getting harder, rationally, Finn knew it was a good opportunity to ask him the same, exposing Becks own orientation. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it, so he chickened out and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway, did I tell you about this thing that happened at work the other day? I totally saved our asses by-"

He stopped again, suddenly remembering that he's supposed to play dumb.

"Uh, I mean, I dunno, it was pretty boring office stuff. Who cares about that shit, right?"

At least the lingo came a lot more naturally by now, and sometimes, Finn had to remind himself that it was a role he was playing. It was, right?

Beck raised an eyebrow, looking curious.

"Office stuff? Didn't know you worked in an office, Finn. Thought you were more of a hands-on kind of guy."

Shit! what a slip-up.

"Uh... yeah, uh... I actually am. I'm..."

Fuck, thinking was *hard*. He had to come up with something here, but his mind drew a blank until he looked back at the screen.

"... a soldier. Yeah, I'm in the army."

"Wait, you're a soldier? For real?"

Beck sounded impressed but Finn's heart was racing as he realized what he just said. But he couldn't back down now.

"Uh, yeah, that's right," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Been in the army for a couple years now."

Beck looked impressed. "No shit? That's awesome, man! But what were you doing in an office then?"

Shit, lying was *hard*. Now he had to come up with another one, and fast.

"I... uhm... Oh, right. I was actually applying for a new job, at a private security firm. Y'know, with all the political bullshit goin' on, a lot of us are lookin' to get out and find somethin' else."

That was believable. A lot of people didn't want to stay in the army with a president like that. Heck, that's why *he* was looking for another job, right?

Wait, but wasn't that part of the lie? Finn's confusion grew and he barely registered Beck's answer:

"Yeah, I hear ya."

Finn scratched his head, trying to clear his mind. Thinking had never been his strong point - or has it? However, he was quickly distracted again by a weird feeling. As he had raised his arm, his shirt felt... tight. Constricting even. Hardly believing what he felt, he looked down at his own body and felt his solid pecs through his t-shirt. No, they weren't just solid. They were *large*. Large enough to stretch the fabric of his clothing and to limit his movements. Suddenly, he was aware of his other muscles, too. His arms were far bigger than they should be. Or was that right? Wasn't that why he went to the gym every day?

"Damn Finn, I never realized how built you are." Beck’s voice interrupted his slow train of thoughts and Finn could see Beck subconsciously licking his lips at the sight.

Something was wrong here, somehow.

"I... uh... I need to piss." he declared, the crude language coming all natural now.

He almost forgot to take off his headset and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. The man who was staring back at him from the mirror was... not him. There was a certain similarity, of course, but *this* Finn was looking all different. He stripped down to his underwear to see better and was greeted by a much more massive body than before: a six-pack, bulging biceps, pecs, and all. His hair was also shorter than it used to be, and his features overall looked more rugged and less nerdy. He was a whole new, hot and handsome version of his former self. Even his face had squared up, and his jawline was much stronger. And his underwear... It looked positively *stuffed*, like he had pushed a sock in there. But he knew that wasn't the case. No, this was *his* package, the outline of his own cock pressing against the fabric, and it was a lot more than he remembered.

Finn stared at his reflection, and the reflection stared back. Something was wrong, but the fog around his brain was only getting denser.

Right, that was it. His big fingers brushed against his stubbly beard. He didn't shave, that's what was wrong here. Without a second thought, he grabbed the razor and started working on his upper lip, his chin and even his chest, until he was presentable again. It was only a few swipes, and once he was finished, he was satisfied with his work. Better.

He grabbed his clothes from the ground and didn't realize they, too, had changed into a pair of large olive cargo shorts and a white tank top.

"Yo, I'm back. Did I miss any action?"

He grinned for the camera and Beck shook his head.

"Cool!"

He readjusted his crotch and got back to playing, occasionally exchanging a joke with Beck. The game was getting really fun. Finn was blasting through enemy ranks without any consideration for strategy anymore. He was a simple guy now, and simple guys didn't need that kind of thing.

After an especially hard boss fight, he yanked his fist up in the air in triumph.

"Hell yeah! Did you see that?"

Beck laughed. "Yeah, I did, Finn. You were a beast out there."

Beck's praise gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Thanks man. One sec."

Without a second thought he pulled off his headset, followed by his tank top, leaving him bare-chested in front of his PC.

"Better. It's getting hot in here."

"Wow, you can say that... Holy shit!"

Beck’s eyes looked like they are about to pop out of his head. "You been hidin' that bod all this time? Damn, you look amazing!" The lust in his voice is clearly audible by now.

"Thanks, man. Just thought I'd get comfortable, y'know?" Finn grinned and ran a hand over his chiseled chest, feeling powerful and sexy. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Right, wanted to ask ya, since we're bein' honest and all... you got a girl? Or maybe you're into dudes like me?" He didn't get why he couldn't have asked that earlier, it really wasn't that hard, was it? Heh, hard.

Beck's cheeks flush slightly but he grins. "Yeah, I swing for the other team too, Finn. Never found a chick who could handle all this."

He gestured to his own, rather toned body, which wasn't quite as impressive as the one Finn was sporting now, bringing Finn to smirk in acknowledgement.

"Well, if you wanna get more comfortable too, feel free to lose the shirt, man. Unless you're scared to show me up."

Beck chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Scared? Please, I'll put your buff ass to shame!"

The two of them continue to play, now with their shirts off, and their banter becomes increasingly flirty. Finn was enjoying the attention, and it was obvious that Beck was enjoying the view as well. However, after two more missions, Beck noticed a sudden drop in his teammate’s performance.

"Dude, what's up? You're playin' like shit all of a sudden." he teased, while his eyes remained glued to the difficult situation.

However, after hearing the grunted answer from Finn, he immediately looked up to the video stream again.

"It's... hard to play with one hand, y'know?"

Beck's mouth fell open as he saw Finn, grinning, with one hand still on the controller and the other tightly wrapped around the massive hard cock he had fished out of his underwear and was stroking slowly, all while maintaining eye contact with Beck.

"Woah, dude. You're... You're jackin' off right now? While we're gaming?"

Finn just grinned broader before his hazy mind produced an idea. Instead of the controller, he took his phone in his hand and typed a bit, all while slowly continuing to work his cock. Beck didn't have to wait long for the mystery to resolve itself, though, as his own phone buzzed.

"That's my address," Finn growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Get your fine ass over here and I'll show you what this soldier can really do."

"I... I'll be there in 10 minutes." Beck promises, his own voice coarse with arousal.

The last thing he saw before his webcam switched off was a lewd grin on Finn's new face.

Hey, sorry for the long silence! I've had some stressful time at work, but now I'm back writing!

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4k! Dropout Dorm 4

Even though the dried up cum caused Aiden's body hair to stick together, which led to an itchy feeling every now and then, he slept fantastic. It was not that he didn't mind being covered in both his own and Marvin's cum, no, he really enjoyed it. His night was filled with dreams of a muscular Marvin, a tall, broad-shouldered Marvin fucking him in his throat and his ass, Marvin's musky sweat, and Marvin's smell. He woke up in the morning with a hard-on again, but this time, there was no reason to hide it anymore. He was pretty sure he had not been gay before, but now there was no denying the dark, fit body of Marvin got his precum leaking out of his dick and onto himself and his positively filthy sheets.

Without any shame, he rubbed his cock slowly while still in bed, lusting after his roommate.

Marvin woke up from the slapping sound of sweaty balls hitting an equally sweaty body. When he opened his eyes and looked over to Aiden, he saw the other man masturbating shamelessly with his eyes glued to Marvin.

The smell coming from both Aiden as well as Marvin himself was ripe and manly - and intense, above all else. Marvin's body was wet from the constant sweating and there was a very noticeable wet region in his bed where he was lying. It took Marvin only a moment to remember the event from last night, and even though he didn't want to admit it, he knew why Aiden was staring at him like that. Marvin was just too sexy to be true. However, as hard as the thought of his own sexy body and the prospect of Aiden worshipping him made him, Marvin had better things to do.

Still being naked from the evening before, he got up and stretched, watching Aiden slowly work on his cock for a moment before wrangling his own beast of burden down in one of the large jockstraps he bought. It fit well, perhaps even a bit tight. His equipment has really come a long way from the tiny little sausage he used to sport. 

However, he needed to leave now. Marvin felt energetic and full of thirst for action. Originally, his plan had been to go to his lectures and then hit the gym, but the closer he got to the classroom, the more he doubted whether he would be able to concentrate on the lessons at all. Finally, he stopped in front of the door to the lecture. He was a smart guy. He would certainly be able to miss one lecture and still do fine on his assignments. That way he could work out more! Yes, that sounded like a much better plan for today!

So, Marvin turned around and headed for the gym. He greeted the other students that were going to the lecture with a smile, sometimes, a "What's up?" or even a short, manly hug. Not only was Marvin feeling great and energetic the last few days, but also much more outgoing than he had ever been in his life. He was just an awesome man, all in all!

Finally, he arrived at the gym and quickly changed into his gym wear. There was nobody here yet, so he turned up the volume of his phone and started blasting some rap music. His hips started to sway with the rhythm, and he found himself grinding into thin air. Damn, that felt good. With his head held high and a cocky smile on his face, he set out to the weights.

Meanwhile, Aiden didn't even manage to sit up after having released his load on himself. His breathing was heavy, and he still had a hard-on. What a great way to wake up, he mused. It was too late for the first lecture anyway, so he decided to skip it for today. In fact, his studies were way too much of a hassle. There was really no need to go there when he could just relax a bit more.

Aiden stood up, still naked from yesterday and stretched, taking a deep whiff of his armpit as he went. Even though he just came, doing so send a shiver down his spine. He was really stinky - and he loved it. It was a strange desire, but the more his (and Marvin's!) fluids made him stink, the better he felt! 

He couldn't just stay in bed, though - mainly, because he really needed to piss. As he made his way to the toilet and flipped up the seat and started peeing, a sudden impulse crossed his mind. 

Without thinking too much about it, he jerked his cock upwards, sending his urine flying through the whole bathroom, and then finally on his own body. He idly moved the stream all over himself until it subsided, and the only noise remaining was the dripping of his waste liquid down his body and to the floor. 

Aiden looked around. The bathroom hadn't been exactly clean before, but now, it really needed a scrubbing. At least that would be what the old Aiden would have thought. The new Aiden, the hairy, massive, Aiden didn't just don't care. He actually felt as happy as a pig in the mud living in a stinky, filthy room like that. The thought of cleaning up, either himself or his surroundings, did not even cross his mind.

Whistling happily, Aiden made his way back to the other part of dorm room 148. What now... He had a lot of ideas. He could watch some porn, or order pizza. He probably had to kill some time until Marvin would come back. Marvin. That sexy stud. The pictures of Marvin as a nerdy, scrawny white guy seemed so far away, even though it has only been a few days. The idea of himself being someone else entirely was equally absurd. He was small not too long ago and totally hairless. And clean. And straight.

Why would anyone want to be any of that? No, Aiden was happy the way things were developing. But still, the thought of Marvin got his engines going. Perhaps he would have worked out again today?

Just then, two ideas crossed his mind. First, he remembered his encounter with Zach yesterday. There was still the plastic bag with the weed in his night stand. Yesterday, he had thought about how to dispose of it, but today was a different day. Aiden opened the drawer and got out the plastic bag, opening it carefully. A few already rolled joints were in there. Didn't they always say it was so easy to relax with weed? So, he thought the room until he found a lighter.

With a deep inhale, he smelled the smoke coming from the joint. It wasn't too bad. A bit like burning rubber, but not really unpleasant. He didn't even cough, that was good. In fact, it tasted somehow vaguely familiar, and his body almost reacted automatically to it. A wide smiled plastered his face, as he relaxed in his bed, with his joint. The distinct smell of marijuana added to the intense smell of the room and mixed with it flawlessly. The smoke from his joint distributed in the room, making it a bit more difficult to see. Aiden didn't mind - it smelled so good and made him so relaxed.

Now, what else should he do? His dick had stopped being hard and was now dangling between his legs, lazily hanging around, just like its owner.

As he smoked his joint and the drug slowly began to work, he began to feel hungry. Right. Ordering pizza. *That* was a good idea now! He grabbed his phone and ordered a large pizza to be delivered to his room. Great! He didn't even need to leave his room and he had even be able to pay online.

Time passed quickly and at some point, after his joint, there was a knock on the door.

Aiden was confused for a moment before he remembered the pizza and smiled.

"Coming" he shouted and walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the delivery man in front of him. The eyes of the other man, who was barely older than Aiden, almost popped out of his skull as he stammered.

"Oh, uh. Dude, you're... really naked."

Right, he was still naked and still covered in his own filth, cum and sweat. But what did it matter? He liked it that way!

His mind was still pleasantly buzzed, so he just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know dude!"

It was then that the aroma of the room and Aiden reached the delivery man's nostrils. He almost gagged and quickly handed Aiden his pizza. 

"Thanks man!" Aiden said, but the delivery man was already backing away.

"No problem. Enjoy your pizza... Sir." he said politely and fled the scene.

The rest of the morning passed quickly between the large pizza, Aiden and another joint from the bag. He would definitely have to order more!

However, in the afternoon, Aiden was slowly growing impatient. Marvin was apparently returning late today. Aiden had already jacked off once or twice during the day, but he was fantasizing more and more about Marvin's toned body. Then, suddenly, he had an idea. Marvin had bought new gym gear yesterday, right? That meant...

Aiden quickly searched the floor but found only his own clothes scattered about - and the empty pizza box and some ash of course. But right, Marvin had a laundry hamper. He went through it with fervor until he found what he was looking for, throwing the clothes he didn't need to the floor. Marvin's sweaty gym shirt. It was even still damp from his earlier workout!

Clutching his prey to his chest, Aiden went back to his bed before he carefully placed the sweaty piece of clothing over his face and inhaled deeply. Yes. The smell was unmistakable, it was Marvin's smell. It was salty and musky, like Marvin himself was. Aiden could feel his cock grow hard again at the mere thought of the man.

Aiden didn't want to spoil it, so he only jerked his dick very slowly while he enjoyed the smell from the piece of nylon clothing on his face, even licking it from time to time.

Suddenly, the door opened.

The first thing Marvin noticed as he entered the room was the dense air with the distinct smell of weed. That thought was quickly put aside by his hornyness, however. The last hour or so in the gym, he had had a hardon that was more than impressive and clear for everyone to see. He was just so horny but couldn't stop working out. Only after an hour, his arousal outweighed his need to train more and more, and he left the gym in a straight way to the 'dropout dorm', with rivers of sweat running down his muscular black body, leaving a trail of drops behind.

Now, he stood in a wide stance with a stiff tenting his gym shorts in the dorm room and saw Aiden on his bed, eagerly sniffing his way too small gym shirt from yesterday. It was like Marvin was on autopilot. He was the boss here and he needed to make that clear.

"Oy, pig!", Marvin growled in his deep voice.

Aiden reacted instantly, stopping his movements and looking up at Marvin.

"You know why you're here? Because you're a dirty pig, that's why. And now, you're gonna service me, is that understood?!"

Marvin walked towards Aiden, towering above the naked man. Aiden's eyes were glued to Marvin's bulge, and he was already salivating at the sight.

Without further words, Marvin grabbed the back of Aiden's head and pressed it against his ample jockstrap bulge.

"Suck!" he commanded.

Aiden was only too happy to comply, burying his face in Marvin's sweaty crotch. His hands shot up to pull Marvin's shorts down as much as he could, but Marvin slapped them away. 

"Through the jock, pig. I want to see you suck my sweat out of it!"

Aiden complied again, pressing his face against the drenched underwear. He moaned and used his tongue to try to find any drops of sweat from the day, which Marvin let him. After a while of this, he pulled his face back to breath.

"Good pig. Now get those shorts off me."

Once again, Aiden obeyed, pulling Marvin's jock down with his hands and freeing Marvin's thick meat. Aiden's mouth watered at the sight, and his tongue shot out to lick the thick cock. It was at full mast, and it was enormous! He had never seen a bigger dick.

Aiden hardly hat time to think about it, however, as Marvin began to fuck his face without much warning, using Aiden as his own personal fucktoy.

The whole room was filled with the smell of manly sweat and the distinct smell of Marvin's dick. The taste of the manly musk on his tongue and the feel of his thick member in his mouth was simply overwhelming for Aiden, and he came quickly without even touching himself.

As Aiden moaned and gagged, Marvin continued to fuck the other man's throat. He felt himself approaching the point of no return and with a low growl, Marvin came hard in Aiden's mouth.

"Good pig." Marvin said and smiled.

***

Epilogue:

As it was to be expected, Aiden's academic career was over. It took a few weeks until he finally got around to exmatriculate, but after that, he was just another victim of the 'dropout dorm'.

Marvin however was the first to actually survive the 'dropout dorm'. He switched majors to sport studies shortly after and even graduated at some point with poor marks in the more academic courses. He stayed in dorm room 148 for the rest of his college time - and he even convinced the administration to let his boyfriend, Aiden, live with him there. 

The two of them were made for each other, really: The mountain of a black bodybuilder man that Marvin had become, with the cockiest personality of them all on the one hand and the muscle pig named Aiden on the other hand, who couldn't get enough of his own filth and Marvin's sweat. It was a match made in heaven - or rather, in dorm room 148.

Would you take that dorm room?

Thank you guys for reading Dropout Dorm and for the general interest in my stories (4k followers! I still can't believe it!). I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! The previous part can be found here.

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4k! Dropout Dorm 3

Aiden woke up in the middle of the night. His body felt kind of itchy, especially his chest. As he moved his hand to scratch the itchy parts, he was confused. There were some hairs on his chest. Not one or two, but quite some, even though it didn't feel like it qualified for 'a lot'. 

He looked over to Marvin, who was sleeping in his bed. It was dark in the room, so he could only see the silhouette of his roommate, but it was pretty clear he was fast asleep. 

Since Aiden didn't want to risk waking up Marvin by making light or going to the bathroom, he tried to assess the situation by feel alone. As he had already noticed, there were some chest hairs that definitely weren't there before. They were mainly concentrated in the central chest area, in the ridge between his two underdeveloped pectoral muscles. 

Feeling his way down, the hairy pattern stopped soon once his hand left the immediate chest area. However, as he went even further down, to his belly, a trail of short hairs started again below his belly button, narrow and centered, leading down to his boxer shorts. 

Speaking of which, the whole hairy situation that Aiden couldn't quite explain had another side effect. Again, Aiden felt his manhood strain against his underwear, leaking precum like a faucet. Suddenly having body hair was... something else. Something arousing.

His dick twitched when he finally touched his groin through his boxers. Yes, there was also some hair on his crotch, and it seemed to be growing. Aiden pushed his hand further into his underwear and grasped his rock hard shaft. It took all his willpower to suppress a stifled moan. It would really be best to let go of his cock now and try to get back to sleep. But it just felt so good. It was like his hand refused to let go of his stiff rod. Aiden slowly pumped on it while moving his other hand down to his own chest, stroking his own hair. 

Okay, ignoring it was obviously not working. Aiden interrupted his stroking to wiggle out of his boxers under the sheets. With a bit more room to wiggle, he would be making less noise. Once that was done, his hand took hold of his needy member yet again, and he started stroking on it for real. His precum had leaked through the whole fabric of his boxers, and now it was coating his bare dick, making the whole sensation much, much more intense. He was in seventh heaven as he pleasured himself.

It didn't take long until Aiden neared his peak, and with every thrust of his hand, he felt like he was about to cum. Finally, he grunted quietly and shot his load. One, two, three... five spurts of cum hitting the inside of his blanket and his new body hair, mixing with the sweat from the exertion.

That was better, decided Aiden, as he drifted off to sleep again, the wet blanket clinging to his body.

***

Marvin had slept wonderfully. He felt energetic and ready to take on the world. The alarm clock showed that he had woken up early, so he didn't have to hurry.

Careful not to wake up Aiden who was entangled in his blanket, Marvin got out of bed and stretched.

When he looked back, he noticed that in his bed there was a clear print of where he had been lying: a wet spot in the form of his body was clearly visible, and even now, Marvin felt slick from sweat. Who would have thought that a little workout could be such a perspiring experience?

It didn't matter much. Marvin was in a good mood. The wet spot would dry over the day and if he had to change his bedding a bit more often, it was a small price to pay for such a good feeling. Well, it was time to get ready for classes. 

Right, classes. The thought somehow didn't excite Marvin all too much. Today was the introduction to computer graphics, a course he had been most looking forward to in the last week. However, his struggle with the assignments yesterday made him realize how much effort it took to do one assignment in the right way. It might take a while before he could master this new class, he mused.

Well, no use in getting depressed about it. Besides, it was just this course today, so in the late morning, he was already free again. He could take another look at his assignment then!

Or... he could use this opportunity to go to the gym again. His body felt restless and sweaty from the workout yesterday and now he had nothing to do, so what harm could a bit more exercise cause? That actually sounded like a really great idea in his head! The only problem was that he only had one pair of gym clothes and he hadn't gotten to wash it after yesterday's session. But that shouldn't be too much of a problem. He'd just wear them again and wash them in the afternoon. Easy!

So, Marvin shoved the gym clothes into his backpack and left the room early. Perhaps, he could get a good breakfast and enjoy the sun a bit?

As the room door clicked closed, Aiden awoke as well. He stretched out his limbs, and felt a bit stiff from the movements, but he felt relaxed. It took him a few moments to remember where he was and what had happened yesterday. Yesterday! He had masturbated while sleeping, under his sheets, in his dorm room, right next to his roommate! Oh shit.

The wet spot on the sheet was still there, although some parts had dried and crusted up already. The smell wasn't really noticeable though, at least not to Aiden. It had mixed into the aroma of the room perfectly.

Now was a good opportunity to look at himself. It was undeniable: He was a bit hairier than he was used to. That wasn't quite everything, too. There was a bit more meat on his bones than what he was used to. It wasn't pure muscle - but not pure fat either. Instead, it was like a mixture of both. 

Aiden scratched his head. Something decidedly weird was going on here. But it was probably best not to worry about it too much. He was sure that whatever was going on would resolve itself on its own. After all, it appeared on its own as well, right?

His new hair was glued to his body by his dried up cum but became loose quickly when he scratched over the new hair. The feeling of his fingers in his newly developed hair made him hard again, but this time, Aiden didn't give in so easily. He needed to get to class. Ugh. Going to class felt like such an effort, and Aiden really contemplated just not going but staying here some more, perhaps jerk off again once or twice...

But no. He couldn't skip classes on his second day already. So, with a sigh, he wrapped his dick in his boxers from yesterday and pulled on the shirt from the floor. It didn't look that bad, and the cum stains were mostly on the inside. So, it was considerably less effort to just wear that again than to get a new one from the wardrobe.

Aiden arrived at his course too late. The professor was already so deep in a mathematical prove Aiden hoped he would be able to catch up. Surely, they wouldn't do something too difficult at the start of the semester. 

As Aiden tried to get into the subject however, he noticed that the girl he was sitting next to looked at him disgustedly and covered her nose. After one or two minutes, she changed seats, bringing one empty place between her and him.

What was her problem? Aiden briefly considered asking her, but then decided not to. Screw her, whatever her problem was.

Still, the situation kept nagging him throughout the lecture. He didn't manage to follow the professor at all, and only because of that stupid girl. Women.

However, the rest of the academic day wasn't much better. For some reason, Aiden kept coming late because he didn't want to hurry between the different buildings on the campus. It was hardly his fault if they decided to squeeze the lectures this close together, right?

Also, he found himself struggling with the concepts. Even things he had learned in high school that should come easily were pretty hard for him today. That was probably because it didn't challenge him enough. 

Meanwhile Marvin's day was better. Sure, he didn't get much on the computer graphics course, but he met some cool new people there and socialized. That was an entirely new experience for Marvin, who was the very definition of an introvert. But today he was in such a good mood that he gladly made contacts. 

The best part however came when the computer graphics course ended. Full of energy, Marvin rushed to the gym and found it deserted again. He quickly changed into his gym clothes that smelled a bit manly and got to work. Today, he wanted to give the treadmills a try. Like an addict, he approached the machines and quickly figured out how they worked. What was he being afraid of yesterday?

Quickly, he got into a comfortable trot and was happy. Sweat was running down his body before long, but it just felt so good, putting his body to work.

For some reason, Marvin was incredibly horny again today, and as he turned up the speed a bit, his mind started to wander. The bit of definition his body had had after yesterday’s training had been really sexy. If he really got into this whole gym stuff, he surely would have no problem picking up girls whenever he wanted. After all, he would be the perfect package: Smart *and* sexy.

However, as soon as he thought about picking up girls, he found the thought strangely unappealing. Sure, he was an introvert, but even he found that a bit weird. Marvin decided not to think too much about it, though and instead turned up the speed yet again.

Marvin was at it for another couple of hours until he realized that he hadn't eaten anything at all since breakfast and was starving. He stopped the treadmill and left for the dorms, eating on the way. He had worked out for a few hours and was drenched in sweat when he arrived back at room 148, but still, Aiden was not yet there. He probably had a day full of classes, Marvin figured. 

He undressed in front of the bathroom mirror to take a look at himself. Damn, he didn't look bad at all! His body was glistening from sweat, and he could really recognize some progress from his workout already! His body was fitter than he had ever been and had some definition. He even looked a bit taller and broader. 

When he put on his usual clothes, the latter theory was quickly proven right. Both his shirt and pants were ill fitting and felt much too constraining. Even his underwear felt tight. He didn't even have an erection right now, but the front of his tighty whities looked like somebody had tried to stuff a banana into it, with little success. 

Was that, too, a side effect of the workout? It could be, he reasoned, because of hormones or something along those lines. 

That was also probably the reason for his tan that had darkened again considerably. 

Nevertheless, he needed to do something about his clothes. He would look ridiculous in them tomorrow for classes, and for some reason, that was really nagging him. 

Without thinking twice, Marvin grabbed his keys and left the dorm room again. Time to shop for new clothes!

When he arrived at the mall and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, Marvin was immediately drawn to a sports supplier. It made sense: Most of the light fabric that was meant for sports could also be worn as regular clothing. The athletic clothing was light and usually wide enough to let some air to his body. Perhaps this would help him sweat a bit less.

After browsing for a while, Marvin settled on some items: A few pair of gym shorts, some t-shirts and tank tops as well as a pair of gray sweatpants for the colder days. Just as he was about to go to the checkout counter, he noticed another display shelf, filled with athletic underwear. 

He didn't really have a use for socks, since going bare foot sounded much more appealing in this hot summer, but what caught his eye was the wide selection of jockstraps. Marvin would really never have considered wearing one of these, but why not? He could very well imagine them looking good on him. His hand hovered over the selection before he grabbed a pack, acting on an impulse. Normally, he wore S-sized underwear, sometimes M, but he grabbed the XL pack. Thinking about it, he also took an XXL one. He didn't know why he did that, after all, you don't just grow two or three underwear sizes over night, but it felt right enough for him and thinking was difficult today, anyways.

Marvin paid and made his way back to the dorm.

Meanwhile, Aiden had also returned from his classes and entered the dorm room. Instinctively, once he entered, he took a deep breath. The air in the room had a familiar aroma, one that Aiden enjoyed quite a lot. He took another deep breath and felt his cock twitch in response.

Kicking off his shoes and socks, Aiden flopped to his bed. In theory, he should be working on understanding todays lectures so he would be able to follow the next ones. However, that sounded really stressful, and he just didn't want to. Instead, he wanted to relax a bit. Yes, that sounded better.

He got rid of his shirt and pants, chilling in his boxers that were also beginning to emit a ripe smell after three days of wear. He scratched the medium dense forest of hair and marveled at his way bulkier physique meanwhile. He was by no means athletic or lean, but he wasn't fat either. It was just a good mixture.

Speaking of fat, Aiden got out a sandwich he bought on the way and started to quickly devour it. He was starving! The sandwich tasted great and helped his hunger. Once he was done, he let the wrapping just fall to the floor, giving it no further attention. His greasy hands however were wiped off on his boxers and his chest hair. 

That's the life, Aiden thought. The forest under his armpits was emitting a pleasant smell again and his dick was wanting for attention again. Just as he had fished it out however, and started with one or two slow strokes, there was a knock on the door. 

Sighing, Aiden stuffed his erect cock back into his boxers, not caring about the rather obvious bulge and opened the door, just clad in his dirty boxers.

On the other side of the door was another young man, wearing a hoodie. He looked left and right before addressing Aiden in a low voice:

"Hey man, what's up?"

Aiden nodded in a friendly way and asked: "Not much. What about you?"

"I'm Zach", said the other man. "You're new here, right?"

Aiden nodded. "Yeah, just moved in yesterday."

"Cool. Listen, man, I'm an entrepreneur of sorts, and I've made some sweat deals with guys in this room before. So, I just wanted to introduce myself and give you a quick welcome gift."

Zach pulled out a plastic bag and gave it to Aiden, who automatically grabbed the item. "Completely free. If you want more later, I also left my number in the bag, just shoot me a message. I'll give you a fair price." Zach smiled. "Alright, got to go. Nice meeting you!"

With that, Zach hurried away, leaving Aiden with the plastic bag in his hand.

When he returned to his room and sat back on his bed, he looked at what he had just received. Inside the bag were three already rolled up joints, smelling strongly of Marihuana as well as a slip of paper with a mobile number. 

That guy was a drug dealer! Aiden was feeling unwell. Should he report him somewhere? The police? Campus administration?

On the other hand, Zach hadn't seemed like a bad guy. And, although Aiden had never taken drugs, he was pretty sure weed was considered one of the most harmless ones. Perhaps selling that wasn't that bad.

Still, Aiden didn't know what to do with the plastic bag. He certainly wouldn't use the drugs, that much was sure. He couldn't very well dispose of it, either, though, because... it was too much trouble devising a plan to safely do so.

So, Aiden just put the bag into his nightstand and closed the drawer. There. Problem solved.

Now, he could finally get back to relaxing. Lying down on his bed again, he freed his python from its proverbial cage and with one or two quick tugs, made it hard again.

No need to rush it, he figured, as he slowly stroked his length up and down. Probably from the whole lot of training he gave it recently, his cock looked somewhat bigger than what he was used to. Not too big, but definitely nothing to be ashamed of.

For the next ten minutes, Aiden idly played with himself while relaxing in bed. He was just about to increase the speed of his strokes, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open without warning and Marvin entered.

He froze when he saw Aiden, dick in hand, but not letting go of it, creating a moment of silence between the two men.

"Uhm, sorry?" Marvin finally said and closed the door behind him.

Aiden's first impulse was to quickly hide what he was doing, but that really seemed like too much of a hassle. They were roommates, it was only a matter of time they caught each other jerking off, so he just looked at Marvin and continued to slowly move his hand up and down his cock.

"That's alright", Aiden answered and slowly stroked on his dick with the same leisurely pace.

Marvin felt awkward. How was he supposed to react to that? Should he just leave? It wasn't helping that his own dick, still contained in the much too small underwear was growing hard rapidly at the sight. It had been ages since he had some release down there, and for some reason, seeing Aiden's mostly naked, hairy body turned him on a lot. Even the stinky air in the room or the smell emanating from Aiden wasn't bad. He just looked so natural like this, completely natural and unashamed.

"Can I watch?" Marvin blurted out before he even knew what he was saying.

"Watch?" Aiden asked, briefly stopping to look at Marvin. What an odd request, but whatever. "Sure. You can also jerk off, too, you look like you need it." Aiden said, nodding towards the very obvious tent in Marvin's shorts.

Marvin blushed heavily. "Uhm, that's not... I mean, I didn't want..."

Aiden laughed. "It's fine. Don't worry, I'll just keep going."

Marvin hesitated for a moment longer but then quickly shed his pants and underwear as well, stepping out of them. Now, he stood naked in front of Aiden, except for the sweat stained shirt. He quickly pulled that over his head as well and closed his hand around his dick, moaning at the touch. For some reason, his eyes were fixed on Aiden, as he pumped away on his cock in earnest. 

Aiden himself didn't mind Marvin standing there. The other man had some body hair as well, but not nearly as much as Aiden had by now. The deep tan, broad shoulders and dancing muscles however, not to mention the large dick Marvin had, didn't look bad at all, quite the obvious. Aiden felt himself watching the beads of sweat rolling down the other man's body before disappearing into his pubic bush.

Aiden turned his attention back to his own cock. His hand was going faster and faster on it, and he was already close. With a stifled moan, he came hard in his own hand, pumping more and more cum into it and smearing it all over his upper body.

Marvin grunted in a deep voice, deeper than his usual articulation. This was all so surreal, and yet, so incredibly arousing. Aiden was so hairy, and so stinky, and the added mass he had suited him so well. Marvin's hips thrust into his own hand, as he continued to fuck his hand, still standing in a wide stance in the middle of the room. As Aiden came, Marvin couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry that probably could be heard on the whole floor, he came as well, spewing large amounts of cum out of his large dick. Naturally, the spunk followed the direction in which he was looking and hit Aiden in the chest and face, adding to his own.

It did take Marvin a moment to catch his breath, as he finally sat down on his own bed.

"Sorry." He said to the cum-covered Aiden. Weird. His voice was still deep, at least an octave deeper than what he was used to.

"Don't worry about it." Aiden smiled and wiped his face with his discarded shirt while spreading the stuff on his chest with his hand. "Looks like you had fun, big guy. We can do this again any time."

"Yeah..." Marvin said, really spent. "But now, it's time for bed."

Bathing in the afterglow, Marvin turned sideways and quickly slumbered away.

The plot thickens... and so does the amount of... glue... on Aiden's body. Here you can read the previous part. The final part can be read here.

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4k! Dropout Dorm 2

Aiden coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"No, I don't think so..."

Marvin walked towards him, slowly. Thankfully, Marvin only went to the window to open it before packing his bag. 

"Aren't you going to get out of bed soon?" Marvin asked. "Classes are about to start! 

Of course, that wasn't all that easy. Under his blanket, his body was still covered in spurts of cum that Aiden smeared into the fabric and all over himself with every movement. 

"Go ahead, my classes don't start for a while, and I'm really sleepy" he lied while faking a yawn. Apparently, the innocent Marvin bought his lie and left for class. Once the room door closed, Aiden bolted out of bed. As he had feared, the inward facing side of his blanket as well as his torso were wet with sticky cum. However, Marvin had also been right about classes. He had no time to clean up properly or take a shower now, that would have to wait until the afternoon. Aiden quickly used his towel to wipe off the worst from his body and turned his blanket, so the dirty side faced down. He threw on some clothes and was almost out of the door when he noticed that the window was still open. Not having anything stolen was definitely more important than a smelly room, so he closed the window and hurried to his class. 

Aiden made it to class, just barely. He didn't have any trouble following the professor but was distracted by himself. As the day progressed, Aiden noticed that he was smelling a bit. The sweaty activity this morning combined with the dried up seed under his clothes and the lack of shower produced a bit of a smell. It was probably nothing anyone else would notice, but still, Aiden was very self-conscious about it and resolved to taking a shower when classes were over. To make matters even worse, it was a moderately hot summer day, and Aiden was sweating under his long sleeve shirt. He didn't want to open it on the other hand in order not to disturb anyone with his smell. 

Marvin was the first to return to the 'dropout dorm'. When he opened the door, he immediately noticed the stale air. For understandable reasons, Aiden had closed the window when he left the room. Apparently, the time it had been open had not been enough to get rid of the strong aroma two sleeping guys produced. 

Marvin considered opening the window again but decided against it. The sun was burning down outside and opening the window now would only make the room heat up unnecessarily. Besides, he almost didn't smell it anymore. 

With this rationalization, Marvin started up his PC, to get his assignments done. He had a few days for them but doing them immediately didn't hurt. 

However, Marvin found it hard to concentrate today. Perhaps it had been the new experiences during the last few days, but he was feeling rather aroused. His small dick had gotten stiff, and he found himself readjusting his crotch often while trying to concentrate on his assignment. 

Finally, he gave up. It had been long since he had been this horny. He just needed to get it out of his system, so he opened a porn site. As he was nestling on the button of his pants however, without a warning, the room door opened. 

Marvin panicked, and his face became red as a tomato. He simultaneously shoved his shirt over his thankfully small bulge and hit the power button of his computer, not caring that he lost what little progress he had made on his assignment. 

Thankfully, Aiden, who came into the room, had not noticed anything out of the ordinary but regarded Marvin with a curious look. 

"Hey Marvin. Why are you shutting down your computer?" 

"Oh, uhm, hi Aiden. Yes, I'm... eh... I mean I have to go, that's why!" 

"Ah, cool, where are you going?" asked Aiden in a friendly tone while letting himself fall to his bed. 

Crap. He needed a good excuse. Classes were over for the day. Without thinking much, he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "I'm going to the gym!" 

"To the gym?" Aiden asked bewilderedly. 

"Yes, I thought there is no harm in trying it out once, haha!" Marvin said and went through his drawer to retrieve some never used gym clothes. 

"Alright! Have fun!" said Aiden, secretly happy he would be alone in the room because of that.

Marvin dressed quickly, grabbed his backpack and left the room. 

Finally alone, Aiden, who was still lying on his bed, sighed a sigh of relief. Now, he had time to clean up, change his sheets and shower. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested. He took a test sniff on his armpits. Yep, they smelled pretty intense, at least compared to his usual body odor. What was a bit odd though were the bushes of brown hair that prominently looked out from his armpits. Had he always been so hairy there? He couldn't say - that was something he never noticed much. It smelled really sweaty, though. When he scratched the hair with his hand, it felt damp with sweat.

Aiden smelled his fingers that just had scratched his pit, just to be sure. Yes, definitely a strong odor. He repeated the experiment on his other armpit. Same result. Aiden's head was swimming and for some reason he was really horny again. His dick strained against his pants and demanded attention. Good thing Marvin was out. It was pretty unusual for him to feel the need to jerk off twice in a week, let alone twice in a day, but Aiden thought nothing of it and got to work. 

As his right arm pumped up and down, the smell from his armpits was shoved into the room with each movement, for some reason making Aiden even more aroused. As he was getting close already, however, this wasn't enough anymore. As best as he could, he buried his nose in his armpits and took a deep breath. Ohhhh yes! That sensation brought him over the edge and more cum splattered against his body. Some missed his chest and hit his pillow instead, forming wet patches on the linen.

Aiden exhaled. That was unusually intense. He looked down on the mess he made. He should clean that up. But right now, he felt really tired, and Marvin would surely be out for a bit, so he still had some time. He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped over his chest, letting the fabric absorb his sweat and cum, while spreading the rest more over his body, before letting the cloth fall to the floor without spending a further thought on it. Time to relax for a bit. 

With this thought, Aiden snuggled himself into his stained bed and slumbered away.

Meanwhile, Marvin arrived at the gym. What was he even doing? He could just pretend he went to the gym and return half an hour later. But then again, this would just be wasting time, and he did buy the gym clothes in case he wanted to try out the athletic offerings of the college at some point.

Under no circumstances had he expected this to be the case on his very first day here, but he might as well. 

Thankfully, there was nobody there to see him, as he changed into his gym clothes and so he entered the foreign territory in his oversized clothes with a bit of apprehension. But there was nobody in here as well, so he could basically do whatever he wanted without making a fool out of himself.

Where to start... There were the treadmills of course, but after closer inspection, the devices looked pretty complicated, and Marvin didn't want to damage anything (or himself) by pressing the wrong button on it. What else... There were weights. Those are pretty straightforward, Marvin reasoned. Just grab the weighted sticks and lift them, repeatedly. There was probably no way he could do that wrong. 

So, Marvin grabbed some weights and started to lift them up. Even though he started with the smallest one, it was surprisingly heavy, and Marvin went out of breath pretty quickly. He looked at the dumbbells again. They looked really tiny, especially compared to the other versions with much bigger discs. He wouldn't let himself be defeated by those! He grabbed them again and continued lifting.

Once he found his rhythm, the lifting became somewhat easier, and Marvin actually started to enjoy himself. Sweat was running down his body in rivers, drenching his light shirt, but he didn't care. He felt good! 

Marvin lost track of the time for a bit, but he had been working out for at least an hour, maybe two. During the last half hour or so, he even had switched to the next bigger disc size and found he could lift them as well. When he finally had enough, though, he noticed that there were other people working out in the gym now. He hadn't seen them come in, so focused has he been on his own lifting. 

The problem was, there were also other people in the locker room and shower. Marvin really didn't fancy showering with other people, so he decided to just shower in their dorm room.

When he entered the 'dropout dorm', he saw Aiden slumbering in his bed. He was shirtless and his arms hung over the bedframe, exposing hairy armpits. On the floor, a crumbled up shirt was lying, and the whole room smelled a bit... ripe. Marvin smiled. Poor Aiden, he must have been really tired. Best to let him sleep instead of opening the window. Besides, Marvin himself was so sweaty he was pretty smelly as well, he was sure of it. Time to hit the shower!

As he let the hot water run down his body, Marvin noticed a couple of things that seemed odd. For the first time in ever, he noticed some really small amounts of definition on his slim body. While that could probably be explained by the strain on his muscles from the workout (the word 'pump' didn't mean anything to Marvin), there were two more observations that were harder to explain. There were a very few small hairs on his chest, and overall, his complexion was a tad darker, like he had a tan. He didn't have a tan for all his life! It must have been the moving boxes in the bright sunshine yesterday, Marvin rationalized.

After finishing his shower, Marvin worked on his assignments for a bit, but stopped quickly. It wasn't really fun, a mixture of boring and surprisingly difficult at times. He had clearly underestimated the difficulty of his assignments. Perhaps he would have to take a fresh look at it tomorrow.

Furthermore, his body was acting up again. Even though his workout was now several hours ago, he was still sweating like mad. His butt left a wet print in his chair when he stood up and sweat kept dripping down his body and into his eyes. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was constantly hard. Of course, with Aiden sleeping just a few meters away, there was absolutely no way he would do anything about it right now, he would just have to endure it. His gaze went to the sleeping Aiden more than once, without him even noticing, taking in the incredibly hairy armpits and sparse hair on his chest (were those there before?) subconsciously.

Surely, there would be an opportunity to care for that tomorrow, Marvin reasoned as he shut down his computer and went to bed as well. 

With his dick tenting his blanket, he drifted off to sleep.

Things are set in motion! Read the previous part here. The next part is waiting here.

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4k! Dropout Dorm 1

Hey guys! And there is even more big news today!

It seems like yesterday I celebrated 3k followers, and now, all of a sudden, I have just reached 4k! Honestly, I'm at a loss for words. I'm really happy (and a bit bewildered) that so many of you want to read my stories!

As a celebration, I will receive one previously exclusive four-part story from my once membership site (now a tip jar) here on tumblr, with new pictures! The writing is more than a year old, but I decided not to adjust it to preserve the original charm, so please don't mind the rough edges here and there. And now, enjoy

Dropout Dorm

The line in front of Marvin was long and Marvin was unhappy with himself. He should have come earlier! Who could have known that it was customary to be that early for dorm room assignment? Well, that was an easy question. Obviously, every student in front of him. 

He wasn't technically the last one to arrive, since there was one other guy that came even later, but the two of them marked the end of the queue. The student behind him, a brown haired young man with a narrow face, studied him carefully, before extending a hand.

"Hi!", he said. "I'm Aiden."

"Marvin", answered Marvin. He wasn't the outgoing type.

"Pleased to meet you, Marvin!", Aiden smiled. "So, we'll be rooming together, I suppose."

"We are?" How did Aiden know?

"I'm pretty sure we are." Aiden nodded. "College rules dictate that rooming is determined by order of appearance on the registration day. Since there are 84 people in the line in front of you, and always two are called into the office at a time, it is only logical that we will be roommates."

That made sense. Marvin didn't bother to count the line yet, but he wasn't entirely unhappy. The person directly in front of him looked like the typical meathead jock type, while the thin man behind him proved that he was capable of logic reasoning.

So, Marvin smiled. "Great. I'm looking forward to it, you seem like a good roommate! I'm majoring in computer sciences, what about you?"

Aiden grinned. "Mathematics. Sorry, that's hard to hide for me."

The grin was genuine, and Marvin and Aiden used the waiting time to get to know each other better. To Marvin's delight, Aiden was quite nerdy himself and wasn't keen on partying or taking girls home - which qualified him as a good rooming choice even more. 

Finally, they were called into the secretary’s office, where a woman with large glasses looked at them.

"You are the last ones?"

Marvin nodded and the woman sighed.

"Good. Well, here is the bad news: You too should look for a room elsewhere, outside the campus."

Marvin was confused. Why was that?

Aiden verbalized his question: "Why? Aren't there any rooms left?"

The woman sighed again. "Technically, there is one room left, and you can have it, but... room 148 has a bit of a bad reputation."

"How can a room have a bad reputation?" Aiden asked quizzically.

"Look, the room is called the 'dropout dorm'. For whatever reason, no student that ever took that room graduated. Most dropped out in the same or the following semester.

Aiden looked at Marvin, who, in turn looked at Aiden. How to put it delicately, Marvin asked himself, but Aiden was quicker again, just being honest:

"So, it's just superstition?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Maybe not. I can only tell you what happened to students in the years before."

"Did you always offer this room last?" Marvin asked and the woman nodded. He exchanged another look with Aiden and then smiled. "Thank you for your concerns, but I think we'll take the risk."

After the formalities were over, they got their keys and went up to their new room. It was located on the second floor, and when Aiden opened the door, he saw a big window facing the lake and the sun shining brightly through it.

"So, why do you think this is the 'dropout dorm'?" Aiden asked.

Marvin smiled. "Because it is the 'dropout dorm'. You see, there had probably been one or two dropouts in this room. Then, someone decided that the room was bad luck or something like that, and they started to offer it to the last students. Now, usually, the last ones in line are those students who care about their studies the least."

"Except in this year" Aiden added.

"Exactly. So, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. They gave the 'dropout dorm' to the students with the worst starting conditions, and they dropped out, fueling the myth of the 'dropout dorm'."

"Flawless reasoning", Aiden congratulated. "Now, do you have a preference on which side of the room you want?"

Both young men settled in quickly and moved their stuff to their dorm room over the course of the day. It wasn't a bad room at all: It had a small bathroom with a shower, and a nice view from the window. Most importantly, though, it had two nice, big desks, which were quickly filled with books on Aiden's side of the room, and a powerful PC on Marvin's side. The day passed quickly, and it became time for bed. 

Aiden was slightly amused, as Marvin went into the bathroom to get changed and emerged in pajamas. He certainly didn't judge Marvin for being an introvert, but Aiden had given up pajamas a few years ago and slept in boxers since then. Still, that was nothing of his business.

Both their dreams were restless and although Aiden couldn't remember what exactly he had dreamed off, when he woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running, he found himself with a bad case of morning wood. It was rare for Aiden to be aroused, but right now, he felt outright horny. His dick throbbed against his boxers and the outline was clearly visible since he had untangled himself from his blanked in his sleep. He just hoped that Marvin hadn't noticed.

When Aiden accidentally brushed against his erection, that was already forming a wet patch in his boxers from precum, he would have almost moaned out load. Damn, was this thing sensitive today. He looked at the bathroom. Marvin had left the door open, probably by accident. He could see the naked body of the other man moving under the stream of water and quickly drew back his head.

It looked like Marvin would still be busy for a while, so this was his chance! Aiden quickly disposed of his boxers and wrapped his right hand around his member, careful not to make noise. It was really difficult since he wanted to moan loudly so bad, but he could control himself. 

He quickly moved his hand up and down, rolling back his eyes. This felt just so good! Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through him and he was already close when he heard the water stop. It took an awful lot of willpower to pry his hand from his prick for a moment, to peek at the bathroom door. Marvin was drying up. If he hurried up, he still had time to finish. His hand went back to his erection, and he pumped on. He threw his head back as he came - in complete silence, but with wide spurts all over his chest.

Aiden had no time to recover though, as only a split second later, Marvin stepped out of the bathroom. Lightning-fast, Aiden covered himself with the blanket, soiling it with his cum in the process. Marvin hadn't seen anything, right?

"Good morning!" Marvin said, the towel around his hips, but stopped in the middle of the room. "Does it smell weird here?"

Stay tuned for the rest of the short series, following Marvin and Aiden on their inevitable journey, posted soon.

Read the next part here

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Novel News

Hey guys! A while back, I announced that I have released my novel, Dam Breakers.

Today, I have not one, but two pieces of moderately sized news for you (and a bonus)!

The promised discount

I did promise you a special thank you deal as a thank you for your continued support, and here it is!

Next weekend, between October 25th and 27th, there will be a -75% discount,

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A night you won't forget

You arrived at the parking lot exactly on time, but Zach was already waiting for you in front of the building, regardless. Similar to yourself, he was wearing a suit and had his dark hair styled for the occasion.

'The occasion' was actually not that special. A new casino, the 'Shifting Sands', had opened in town, and a couple of friends invited the two of you to a poker night in one of the private rooms they rented. You knew one of them, Daniel, for a long time, and when he got together with his now long-time partner, Ryan, you were introduced to one of his friends, Zach. The two of you got along okay. You were both straight, and occasionally, you hang out together to watch a game, but Zach wasn't necessarily your *best* friend. Still, he was a decent dude, and you greeted him with a fist.

"Hey, Zach. What's with the fancy get-up? Didn't they tell you it's just gonna be the four of us? No girls to get all pretty for."

Zach grinned and returned the greeting.

"Who knows what the evening will bring? Perhaps we will get out of our room later, and for that, I'd like to be *prepared*. Besides, you're suited up as well."

"Guilty as charged. I've had the same thought, and I've come *prepared* as well."

You flashed him a condom wrapper that you carried inside your chest pocket and the both of you laughed heartily.

The 'shifting sands' was a modern and glittering casino in the theme of Arabian nights. The staff was dressed accordingly and was pretty attractive, a fact that neither you nor Zach missed as you looked around.

"This place is amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't have minded if we just stayed and played here instead."

The two of you followed a hostess into a separate room behind a curtain and were greeted by the two other players. The gay couple had dressed up as well, and wore matching suits, which produced a playful roll of the eye from Zach's side.

Besides the two of them, there was one other person in the room, a rather good-looking and muscular fellow wearing a sleeveless shirt in the house's style - without doubt an employee of the casino. You waved a hello, and the employee smiled.

"I believe we're complete, then."

He got up and closed the door, drowning out the noise from the rest of the casino effectively.

"Greetings everyone. I'm your host, Gene - which is short for Eugene, if you are wondering - and I'm here to guide you through a night you won't forget."

The guy had a slight exotic accent, and the way he pronounced 'Gene' sounded somewhat like 'Genie' - which was, without doubt, what he was aiming at. While you could appreciate that the employee was certainly somewhat handsome, you guessed that Daniel and Ryan had to be practically drooling.

After exchanging some pleasantries, the five of you sat down at the table to play. This was the moment you had been somewhat nervous about, and you were glad that only your friends were here.

"Uhm. Before we begin. I actually have never played poker before."

Zach looked at you like you had just announced you were a chicken in disguise, but the dealer just chuckled.

"No problem. What's your name?"

You told him your name, and he nodded. "Alright, let me just explain the rules."

He did, and you listened closely. It didn't appear to be all that difficult, but it was a lot to remember the different card and hand values. Finally, you nodded.

"Great. Now, before we begin, let's get to know each other a bit. The two of you are together?"

Ryan nodded.

"Yeah, we are. I'm Ryan, this is my boyfriend Daniel, and this is Zach, a friend."

The dealer smiled and his eyes sparkled. "Well, welcome to the 'Shifting Sands', once more. I guess you are the top?"

Daniel looked like Gene had just punched him and he flushed red immediately. Ryan, however, answered.

"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"Just genuine interest. And the two of you..."

Zach was half a second quicker to answer than you.

"We're not together. And not gay."

"Got it. Not gay." Gene chuckled for a moment before starting to deal the cards.

Besides his shameless questions at the beginning, Gene was a brilliant conversationalist, with a bit of a show master attitude and even though you lost most of the games, you had a great evening filled with laughter, light food and tasty drinks. Your only solace in losing was that Zach fared little better, although he supposedly knew the game better than you.

Later in the evening, the chips representing your money had melted away to a point where it was doubtful you could play another round, and Zach's looked quite similar. You excused yourself to the toilet before that last round. Even the men's room was tastefully designed in the casino's theme, and you understood why this place had such high rankings on the internet.

When you returned to the table, you noticed that the tiny stack of chips in front of Zach had grown a bit: one more chip, in a glittering, shining color, had been added to it.

"Hey, where did that come from? You were as broke as I," you protested, but Gene just flashed a smile.

"Relax. Zach just brought one more thing to the table. Remember, you can bet everything you brought here."

"So, what did you bet?" you asked, curiously. Zach looked like he was trying hard to stay serious, and finally, Ryan burst out laughing.

"He bet *you*."

"He... what?" you asked, confused.

"To be more exact, Zach bet your humanity." Gene explained with humorously sparkling eyes. "As I explained, everything you brought is fair game."

It was clear you were past the serious game part of the evening, and you laughed as well.

"Well, then I want to bet something, too. And that is... Zach's *decency*!"

Everyone on the table laughed, except for Gene, who just smiled and dealt you another sparkling chip.

"Very well. I guess this is the last round, then."

He dealt the cards and even though your hand wasn't too bad, Ryan won everything, including your new chips.

You didn't mind losing, and after the game was over, the four of you got up to leave, but Gene raised a hand.

"Gentlemen, you still have to pay up. As I said, it's going to be a night you won't forget."

Suddenly, you felt *strange*. It was hard to describe the feeling, but a sudden wave of weakness went over you. Before you could voice your discomfort, however, you heard Zach talking.

"Man, is it getting hot in here all of a sudden?"

Your friend had already disposed of his jacket and was just half unbuttoning and half ripping open his shirt, in front of the eyes of everyone.

Suddenly, Zach grinned as he wiped away the sweat from his brow.

"Na. It's not getting hot, *I* am hot. Hot as always."

He cupped his groin, which was developing an obvious tent, and winked at Daniel and Ryan.

"Come on, admit it. You wanted me here just so you could ogle me all evening. I don't blame you, I'm just a hot stud."

He ground his groin into the air, and you could see him *changing*. His muscles swelled and his pecs and abs popped, his shoulders grew broader, his arms thicker. His hair became darker and longer, until he resembled a greasy biker model, complete with tattoos on the thick arms.

Zach's body wasn't the only thing growing. His cock, which was obviously hard all of a sudden, also grew in both length and girth, and it was spurting pre as he flaunted his new body shamelessly.

Both Ryan and Daniel were staring incredulously, and Daniel, who was the bottom of the two as you had learned today, even subconsciously licked his lips.

"You like what you see, huh?" Zach addressed Daniel now, who couldn't help but stare.

"Thought as much you needy boy. Hey, Ryan, how about we share your bitch tonight?"

"I, uh..." Ryan began, but Daniel looked indeed like he was about to drool.

"Ookay, I guess. But right here?"

"Yeah, fuck it." Zach answered. "I even brought protection."

With that, he grabbed you by the hair. You were so weak by now you had trouble standing and more or less collapsed in front of him.

Thinking he wanted to have the condom in your pocket, you fumbled with your own jacket, but Zach had other ideas, as he ripped down your pants.

"Come on, let's get nice and ready for that ass of yours," he addressed Daniel, while unceremoniously ramming his hard cock up your ass, which made you nearly cry out in surprise. However, it didn't feel as painful as you had expected, and to your confusion, the cock inside your ass seemed to grow even larger.

Only as your clothing slipped off from you piece by piece, you realized this wasn't what was happening. Instead of his cock growing larger, you were becoming smaller! The room around you grew, as more and more of your insides disappeared to make room for the gigantic cock, leaving yourself somehow... hollow.

At the same time, your skin changed texture. Within moments, what had once been normal skin, felt more and more artificial, even rubbery, no, more and more like *latex*. Only now did you realize with horror what you were becoming. Wrapped tightly around the cock of your previously straight friend, you were reduced to a condom!

With your last strength, you looked towards Gene, but the man was just leaning back in his chair, watching the events unfolding with an amused smile and a sparkle in his eyes.

Your legs and arms had disappeared, and so had your face, but you could see, smell and feel everything, including the musky cock filling you up to the brim. Now, however, Zach gave your elastic form another tug and Ryan a high five, before they both got to work on different sides of the amazed bottom. In mere moments, your world was eclipsed by the ass of your friend, as Zach and Ryan spit-roasted Daniel. You were pistoned in and out of his eager hole, and you couldn't help but share the excitement of all parties involved.

It didn't take too long with the movement of three sweaty male bodies until Zach's balls contracted and you felt his dick pulse inside of you. Then, with a powerful spurt, you were filled up with his cum from the inside, bulging out the section of your latex body that had once been your face. All your senses were fixated on the load, which you both felt and tasted at the same time. The moans from the other end told you that, simultaneously, the other men had reached their climax as well, and you felt like you had cummed yourself.

It took a few minutes for the afterglow to fade, but once Zach has caught his breath, he pulled you off of his dick and tied your back end into a knot before throwing you into the trash can without further consideration.

You faintly heard the three of them say their goodbyes to Gene and some plans to hit the clubs now, but after a few minutes, you were left alone, in the stinking dark, still filled with your friend's cum.

Later in the night, the trash bin was emptied into a big container, but that didn't change much. It seemed like you were left there for good, just an object to dispose of. Eventually, you drifted to a kind of sleep.

When you woke up, it was already morning. Thankfully, you were human again, although naked and in a trash container, and you could still taste Zach's cum. You held your head.

That was certainly a night you wouldn't forget.

And, against all rationality, you looked forward to doing that again. You did feel somewhat empty without a dick to fill you out...

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The wedding getaway

A mile in each other's shoes

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious."

Lance groaned and looked at Lisa, the bride's maid, who in turn didn't appear all that amused either, although for different reasons. She smiled a sweet and poisonous smile as she answered.

"Yes, I am, Lance. Dead serious. Apparently, you have no idea how difficult it is to find a hotel with enough free rooms on a Caribbean island in the middle of spring break."

Before Lance could answer anything, she continued with a sharp voice.

"Or how expensive. So, yes, I'm afraid you have to share your suite with one of the other singles for the duration of your all-inclusive stay. Deal with it."

Lance took a deep breath and fought down the urge to say something very inappropriate. Lisa was probably right, and he wouldn't die from having to share a room with one of the other guests for a few days. He would only go there to sleep, anyway.

"Ok, ok. No need to explode like that. So, who will be my... roommate?"

In an instant, Lisa had a list in her hand and looked at it until she found the name.

"Let's see... that would be Jamal, who also didn't arrive with a date. I trust the two of you know each other?"

"Jamal? Oh god, no! Why do I have to room with the n... with him? Isn't there any other option?"

Lance couldn't believe it. Jamal, really? Of all the guest, he had to endure Jamal?

"No." Lisa said firmly. "And now, if you excuse me, there are a thousand other places I need to be right now. Have fun and try to get along with your roommate, ok? I'm not gonna make any changes."

With a flip of her hair, she walked away.

Lance was fuming as he fingered the keycard to his room. This had to be a bad joke. Jamal and him... Let's say they never got along really well. And ‘never’ was quite a long time for them, actually. They've known each other since kindergarten and didn't get along very well even then, although they had arguably be friends back then. But ever since, their relationship became worse.

It wasn't Lance's fault, of course. That much was certain, he decided, as he drew the card through the door sensor. Jamal was just so...

The door opened and revealed the object of his disdain.

Black.

There was hardly any way to phrase it differently, Jamal had the unmistakable dark skin color of a dirty ... Black man. Lance didn't consider himself a racist, but the fact was that people who weren't white were less civilized, that was just the way it was.

"Lance."

Jamal's voice was just as dark as his skin as he glared at Lance. Unlike Lance, Jamal most definitely was racist. He was proud of his heritage and thought very lowly of Lance, no doubt because of his skin color. If things were allowed to continue like that, people like Lance would surely become even more oppressed by people like Jamal. He closed the door behind him.

"Yes, that's me. Do you have a problem with that?"

He approached the other man like a predator until he stood right in front of him. They were about the same size, and Lance could see the dark wide nostrils of the other guy flare.

"Yes."

Jamal spat the word.

"I do. What are you doing here, you white piece of trash?"

Lance gritted his teeth.

"What are you doing here, you filthy ni-"

Jamal's fist flew before Lance could finish the word and it was only due to the fact that Lance expected the hit that he could dodge and thus avoid having his teeth bashed in. He answered with a quick kick to the balls, and the two men began their brawl.

The fight was short and intense, but neither of them managed to seriously hurt their opponent. At the end, they sat at different sides of the large double bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck."

Lance spit out a blood drop. Jamal had a surprisingly hard punch.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

Jamal was massaging his wrist, and Lance guessed that his jaw would bruise pretty badly. He was more than surprised, however, when Jamal offered him his hand to help him up.

"It's no use, Lance. It looks like we're stuck together for the next few days, and I've got better things to do than beat your racist ass every time I go to my room. Truce?"

Lance considered the proposition for a few moments, before he nodded and grabbed the dark hand.

"Truce. At least as long as we're stuck in this room with each other, you fucking monkey."

A moment of silence followed before Jamal got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. From inside, he mocked Lance again.

"You know, Lance, you really need to learn how to control your racism. I bet the only reason why you're so angry about me is the fact that I have a big dick."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, asshole."

These were going to be a few long days. The wedding wouldn't be for another two days to give everyone time to enjoy themselves a bit. Originally, Lance had looked forward to this opportunity, but now it seemed like these days were going to be more of an ordeal than anything else.

Of course, there was no way he was going to sleep in the same bed as Jamal, and, luckily, Jamal agreed on that without argument and moved his stuff to the couch. They didn't speak a single word to each other this evening, and Jamal left the hotel room shortly after, allowing Lance some time alone. He was still bruised up and dirty from the short fight and took the opportunity to take a shower himself.

The water was somewhat soothing, and slowly, Lance regained his composure. He certainly wouldn't let someone like him spoil his vacation, and perhaps Jamal was right, and it was a good idea to just ignore each other as much as possible. He could live with that.

When he was sufficiently clean and calm, he left the shower and reached for a fresh towel, only to see a small article of clothing fall from the rack.

With some disgust, Lance noticed what it was: A piece of underwear, a pair of boxer briefs to be exact. It was previously worn, and Lance had no doubts who the owner was. Jamal must have forgotten it when he took a shower earlier.

Lance tried to ignore the unwanted textile as much as he could, but his eyes kept returning to it. Truth be told, it wasn't all that small. In fact, especially the pouch area was rather large, and the fabric looked like it had been stretched somewhat. Without really wanting to, Lance had picked up the piece of underwear and inspected it from all sides now. Frustratingly enough, what Jamal had said earlier appeared to be true. If this piece of underwear was any indicator, then Jamal's dick had to be fairly huge.

That only angered Lance further. Who did Jamal think he was, with his stupid large penis, mocking him? Did Jamal think he could impress him with that?

The piece of clothing had a slightly damp feeling to it. Most probably it was because of the steam from two showers, but was that really all? His body acted on autopilot when he brought the foreign item of clothing closer and sniffed. It was a bit musky, that was for sure, but he wasn't quite sure yet. He buried his nose in the front part of the pouch, right where the dick had been before and took another deep breath.

Oh, there it was. Definitely, Jamal's scent was embedded in the fabric, and the smell was stronger now. Lance felt a rush of shame and anger. Did he really smell the underwear of his black temporary roommate? That was disgusting. He was just about to drop the garment, when he noticed something else. His own -rather small- dick stood proudly at attention.

"What?" Lance said out loud? He was hard because of a man’s underwear? No, not just any man’s. Jamal's, his arch enemies if he had any.

No, this had to stop. With a quick motion, Lance pulled the underwear over his legs and left the bathroom.

Only when he pulled on his pants over the baggy and mostly empty cloth that concealed his erection, he took note of what he had done. Why had he put on the thing?! Well, now it was too much of a hassle to change that, he decided and closed his pants, pressing the damp sweaty fabric against his groin.

Luckily, Jamal didn't come back until late in the night, when Lance was already asleep. He half noticed the other man getting settled on the couch, but he was too tired to care.

When Lance woke up the next morning, he was covered in sweat and his boxers were uncomfortably tight. He groaned as the memories of the day before came back. A quick glance confirmed: Yep, the black man was still there, on the couch, and still asleep, as it seemed.

With a throb, his cock demanded attention under the sheets. It had been quite a while since he had woken up with such a severe case of morning wood, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He wasn't alone, after all. He couldn't resist, however, to reach down under his sheets to readjust himself.

Only when he felt the unfamiliar fabric, again somewhat wet, by his own sweat and precum did he fully remember. Right, for some reason, he had put on Jamal's underwear after the shower. And later, when he went to bed, he hadn't fixed his mistake. There was something else, though.

Lance carefully felt the outline of his cock. This wasn't right. The stolen underwear pouch was filled to the brim with a throbbing organ entirely unfamiliar to him. This wasn't his cock! It was much, much too large!

However, every touch on the large piece of flesh felt good, and he couldn't resist stroking the length stealthily, if only a few times. Why did this feel so good? Lance failed to fully suppress a moan, and saw Jamal stir in his sleep. He really had to stop this. Only perhaps one or more stroke.

Were before, when rubbing one off, he often resorted to only using three fingers to stimulate his length due to his tools size. Now, however, he found that his whole hand was unable to fully close around the shaft, and there was a lot of space for his hand to move up and down, too.

He threw Jamal another glance, but the unwanted roommate still seemed to be asleep. Perhaps he could continue just a bit longer, and perhaps pick up some speed...

This time, too, he failed to muffle his moan completely.

"Ahh, fuck, yes..."

He breathed as he pumped the thick organ faster and faster, using his other hand to caress his balls through the underwear, which felt unusually large as well. Not being able to keep it down any longer, he pumped faster and faster, through Jamal's underwear, until, with a loud groan, he shot a generous load into the fabric.

Lance saw stars for a moment, but the noise had apparently been enough to wake up Jamal, and he turned around on the couch and remarked with a sleepy voice filled with annoyance.

"Dude, what the fuck? Did you just jerk off?"

"Uhh, no. I was... not."

"Yeah, right. And I'm the president. What the fuck, dude? Couldn't you wait until I was gone or something?"

Jamal groaned and got up to go to the bathroom. As he was walking, Lance got a short glimpse at the other man’s groin for the first time. If one thing was for certain, his dick wasn't as large as Lance had suspected. Most of the front of Jamal's boxer briefs was obviously empty.

Jamal spent a surprisingly large amount of time in the bathroom, and when he emerged again, he was - as far as Lance could tell - pale as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't speak a word as he quickly got dressed and basically fled the room, leaving a puzzled Lance behind. What had gotten into that guy again? He shook his head and, finally, removed the sheets and pulled down his borrowed boxer briefs.

And then, he looked at his crotch dumbfounded. He had been right. It wasn't his dick, even though it was flaccid again now, it was much too large. However, that wasn't the biggest problem. Despite being too big, it was decidedly... Black.

And it wasn't just his shaft that was suddenly dark skinned. His balls, too, and the rest of his groin as well. When he turned in front of the mirror, he realized that even his ass-cheeks were a rich dark brown color now, and his pubes dark and wiry.

Lance's head was swimming. What in the world was going on? Was it an infection?

No, even a guy as biased as Lance knew that dark skin was not a disease you got infected with. He simply had no explanation for what he was seeing. Luckily, only his groin was affected. Both his legs and his torso were still as white as they were supposed to be. And his face was fine, too.

Lance shook his head. He'd have to get to the bottom of it, but that had time until later. Today, he wanted to enjoy the beach a bit. However, as he tried to put on his swimming trunks he noticed a problem with his new anatomy. Neither his swimwear nor his pants would fit without being extraordinarily uncomfortable. Not wanting to cut off the circulation to his now much larger tool, he glanced over to Jamal's suitcase. Judging by the pair of boxer briefs, Jamal's stuff should be about the same size, even though Lance didn't really understand why the other man brought clothes this big.

After rummaging through Jamal's belongings for a bit, Lance found what he was looking for. A pair of swimming trunks and a pair of pants that fit comfortably as he put them on without a second thought. He briefly considered fully dressing from the other man’s trunk, but decided against it and took socks, shirt and sunglasses from his own stash.

Finally, fully equipped, he went to the beach.

Given the time of the year, it was rather full, just as he had expected it to be. Nevertheless, he found a spot to lay down a bit and sunbathe, and soon, the warm rays had him relaxed.

For a while, nothing happened. Lance felt at peace, and his thoughts returned to the morning events. He was no stranger to masturbating, but it was the first time that he had felt the urge to do so while in the same room as another guy. Even stranger though, he didn't feel particularly ashamed about it anymore. So, what if Jamal had seen him? He certainly jerked off, too. Put aside all the obvious things that separated them, that was one thing they had in common. They were both men, and men had certain needs. Nothing wrong with indulging in them, right?

In fact, in the morning sun, his thoughts about Jamal were less hostile than usual. It was really hard to be angry all the time when relaxing in the warm seaside sand.

A few hours later, Lance decided to take a swim. However, as he wiggled out of his borrowed pants, he was confronted with yet another surprise.

Apparently, the dark skin had spread. Now, the whole length of his legs was decidedly dark-skinned. Lance shook his head as if he would be able to revert the skin color of his legs like that. But it was no use: The pigment was there to stay. This couldn't possibly be natural, or even healthy! He needed to see a doctor, right now!

Half-panicking, he checked his upper body but was relieved to see that there, his skin was just as milky white as it was supposed to be, as were his feet.

Against all logic, his panic subsided. Sure, he looked ridiculous like that, but it wasn't that bad. In fact, once he managed to look past the weird color of his skin, he found his legs somewhat better looking even, packed with lean muscles. It wasn't bodybuilder level, but a whole new level of power that he never had before.

Originally, he wanted to run, search for a doctor as quickly as he could, but now, he reconsidered. He might as well go through with his plan and swim a bit in the inviting ocean. He could look for a doctor afterwards.

The water was wonderful, and the feeling of his legs powerfully propelling him through the waves was intoxicating. Lance lost track of time, and it was only when his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day that he turned back, all thoughts of a doctor forgotten.

He grabbed his stuff and went back to his hotel room to change, but was surprised to meet Jamal in there, when he unlocked the door.

The other man was sitting on the bed with his pants at his ankles and was furiously beating his meat. When the door opened, he quickly covered his groin with a pillow, but there were two things Lance had noticed: First, Jamal's dick was really small! And, secondly, from the waist down, Jamal's skin was colored a bright tone of pink, a stark contrast to his dark torso. There was an obvious connection waiting to be found, something really profoundly easy, but it escaped Lance persistently.

Instead, for the first time in God knew how long, Lance smiled at Jamal briefly.

"Don't mind me, just carry on. I'll just get changed really quickly."

"O...okay." Jamal replied, obviously confused about more than Lance's statement. Hesitatingly, he removed the pillow and continued his work, his eyes glued at the other man.

Since Jamal was occupying the bed at the moment, and Lance didn't want to disturb him by accessing his own suitcase, without thinking too much about it, he grabbed a new set of clothes from Jamal's: A pair of socks, pants, fresh underwear, a shirt and a baseball cap. He got dressed and nodded at the furiously masturbating Jamal again as he left the room just as Jamal came.

Dinner was somewhat strange for Lance. His upper body, arms and feet felt all strange and tingly, and below the borrowed cap, his hair felt like it was shifting and changing. He was really hungry today and was glad about the all you can eat buffet.

However, the more he ate, the more the strange feeling took hold of his head and face as well, and with it, another urge awakened. Lance's thoughts consistently went back to the picture of Jamal masturbating on their bed. Say what you want, but that white boy really had a cute body. That was something Lance had always liked about Jamal James.

Lance Lamar felt his groin get tight again. It was difficult enough to find underwear for his large black python, but when he got aroused, there was hardly anything able to contain the beast of burden.

Finally, he stood up in all of his black glory and went to the elevator. Time to see if James was still around and was up for a length of his loving boyfriends large dick up his cute tight ass.

He was.

As he left the dining hall, Lisa smiled a thin smile and changed an entry in her list. Two less troublemakers and one more happy couple for the wedding.

What a great couple, in the end! After all, racism never pays.

If you like to read about another great couple, in a magical story, perhaps check out this novel!

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Out Now: Dam Breakers

Hello everyone! I'm extremely excited (and, quite frankly, more than a bit nervous) to announce that I finished my fantasy romance novel Dam Breakers!

For the very TLDR-version: It is available here! Be sure to read the disclaimer below, though.

First of all, thank you! Everyone who reads my stories or likes them shows me that there is at least some interest in my mediocre writing. And even though the novel is not exactly like my stories here (more to that later), it gives me hope that you and other people might like it.

Now, for the actual novel!

Dam Breakers is the tale of Jared, a rather normal modern day college student, and Aleron, an apprentice mage living in a secluded tower with his teacher. One fateful day, they meet and are drawn into a maelstrom of magic, change and love - and dark secrets threatening to destroy everything they loved.

With over 120000 words, this is not only my longest story yet, but also my most carefully crafted one. I will attach an image of my Obsidian graph for the story at the end of the post.

Disclaimer:

As I have mentioned, it is a bit different from the stories I usually post here. First and foremost, it's a lot tamer. This novel isn't meant as a porn piece, but as an intriguing fantasy and romance tale. While there is love, desire and sex, of course, it's way more sparse and less explicit than, for example Closer Than Flesh.

It also features transformation themes, and the concept of change is one of the main focus points of the book, but, again, don't expect 500 pages full of transforming bodies because of it :)

And, finally, for a multitude of reasons, it does not contain AI generated images. I wouldn't be able to generate any that do the story justice, anyway.

Now that you know what not to expect, here are some things you MAY expect:

Transformation. Both in the sense of bodily changes but intriguing character development as well.

Gay Love. This is a story about two men from different worlds falling in love with each other, and their stony road to being together.

Magic. It's a fantasy story, and a truly enchanting one at that, with a fresh concept of magic and change.

Story. Last, but certainly not least, it's a good and interesting read, at least according to my opinion. Since I might be a bit biased here, let me tell you that my beta readers agree.

If you still want to read it (and I hope you do!), then you can grab your copy here:

If you are not in the US, you can just replace the .com with, for example, .co.uk to go to your local Amazon marketplace

I have not forgotten, of course, that I promised a special condition for you folks at Tumblr. Since Amazon makes it a bit difficult to actually implement that, I plan to offer a time limited discount or giveaway in a few weeks. I'll announce the exact time here on my blog beforehand.

If you really want to support me, it would mean a lot to me if you could leave a review on Amazon. That influences the algorithm a lot and helps the book get visibility, which is incredibly important . So, please, if you like the book, leave a review.

Teaser / Preview (mild spoilers)

And here is a short look into the book, from chapter 4. It contains some mild spoilers, but nothing too important. I also added an AI image, which is not in the book (see above).

[...]

Even though the weather was unstable, Jared enjoyed the journey through the vibrant spring land. It was a closeness to nature he had never experienced. Even back home with his parents, in rural Texas, the land had seemed different. Back there, the wilderness had been tamed decades if not centuries ago. There was no wonder, no adventure. Here, there were hills and forests, rivers and bogs, and who knew what else. It was as if Jared was seeing the world for the first time. Not to mention the smell. Jared could not remember a time when he had smelled the spring air like this.

In addition to the landscape, Jared's traveling companion also played a big part. Aleron was an intelligent and witty conversationalist, and Jared learned a lot about his new friend. They spoke of everything under the sun, and Jared told stories of his home, of modern inventions and the differences between this world and his. Even though Aleron was fascinated by his tales, he was also clearly skeptical about some of them, especially when it came to the more complex topics. That was only fair, though, as Jared himself had a hard time believing the fantastic stories of this world, even after having experienced some with his own eyes. Dragons, for example. It didn't matter how often Aleron recited what little information he had about those magnificent beasts, something in Jared resisted fully believing in them. He hoped that he would be able to see one of them for real - although Aleron repeatedly stressed how dangerous they were - in order to be able to fully believe in them.

While Aleron's world was certainly magical, it wasn't all like in the Lord of the Rings. There were, for example, no other humanoid races, as Jared learned. No elves, dwarves or orcs, at least to Aleron's knowledge, which, to be fair, mainly included the Kingdom of Myrthien. Although the Whispering Woods were not technically a part of Myrthien, and were generally considered wilderness, it was clear that they were no part of another nation either. The closest neighboring country to the Whispering Woods would either be the Golden Isles beyond the coast south of Eldoria or the Verdant Lands to the west. According to Aleron, the Verdant Lands couldn't really be considered a nation, too. It was more of a loose confederation of tribal communities, living in the characteristic dense forests of that region.

As Helena had promised, Luminara wasn't difficult to find. The capital of Myrthien was well known and if there was a sign post somewhere, it was sure to point to Luminara.

There was no shortage of smaller and bigger settlements, and about every third or fourth night they were able to sleep in beds. During the other nights, they made camp a bit off the road in order not to attract too much attention. It was one of those nights, about two weeks after they had left Eldoria, that Jared woke up in the middle of the night. Aleron, who was sleeping next to him, was moving in his sleep and occasionally made a sound, which had caused Flicker to gain a bit of distance to the sleeping man.

It was clear to Jared that his friend was dreaming, and he briefly considered waking him up from his nightmare. However, judging by the sounds, Jared began to suspect that Aleron was not having a nightmare but quite the opposite, although the dream seemed to be just as intense.

Quietly, he left the tent, careful not to wake the sleeping mage. Outside, he was greeted by the stars and a clear sky with an almost full moon. The campfire was almost dead, just a few embers and ashes were left. It was a quiet, peaceful night, and Jared decided to go to the nearby lake to drink. Aleron had never once shown a single sign of sexuality before, except for demonstrating a certain uneasiness around nudity and related topics. He never had commented on any woman - or man - in a suggestive way, so Jared had been half- convinced that this whole topic didn't have any relevance to the mage at all.

Of course, for his own reasons, Jared had avoided the subject as well, so, perhaps Aleron thought the same about him. Jared didn't mind that. As magical as this world was, he had yet to encounter a single sign of same-sex attraction. Perhaps this wasn't a thing here, biologically, or perhaps it was socially frowned upon, like in his world's medieval ages - or rural Texas, present day. In any case, there was absolutely no reason to bring that topic up, so he didn't. Not bringing up his sexuality was a sport he was very experienced in for 9 years straight now, after all.

As Jared neared the lake, he was feeling weird and tingly all over. It was not entirely unpleasant, but it stirred a vague memory in Jared. He had felt this feeling once before, but he couldn't quite recall when.

When he bent down to scoop some water into his hand, he stopped before his fingers touched the surface of the lake. The moon was bright, and Jared could see his reflection in the mirror-smooth water quite well. The only problem was that it was not him who was looking back at him.

Of course, there was a strong resemblance, but the details weren't right. His face looked somewhat stronger, his jawline a bit squarer. His hair a bit lighter and styled like the day he first stepped out of the mirror. On his chin, there was a short well-groomed beard even though he had shaved just last morning. It wasn't just his face, though. As he looked down on himself, he looked fitter than he should, as if he was visiting a gym regularly. In fact, the definition of muscle on his torso increased further, just as he was watching. Suddenly, the wonder was replaced by fear. He had felt that way before, and now he remembered when. It had been during his first visit to Aleron's world, when his body was 'destabilizing' as Aleron had put it. Given, the feeling had been stronger then, but it was definitely the same. And now, his body was changing again, and he was weeks of travel from the magic mirror.

Half-panicking, he sprinted back to the tent, not caring about being quiet anymore. Perhaps Aleron knew what to do! He ducked into the entrance and called out to the mage.

"Aleron, wake up!"

Almost immediately, the apprentice jolted awake. "Jared? What is wrong?"

"I... don't know, it's me. Look at me!"

After a few words of encouragement, Flicker began burning brighter, allowing them to see in the tent as well. Aleron looked at the half-naked Jared critically for a few moments before asking: "Okay... what am I looking for?"

"Can't you see? I'm..." However, as Jared looked down on himself, everything was fine again. He was looking at his plain old self, just as he should look like. The tingling feeling was gone, too.

"Oh." Jared felt incredibly stupid all of a sudden. "I... must have been imagining things."

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