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Peter opened the door to his apartment and rushed inside. He was freezing in the almost arctic weather, so he was glad that he was now inside his warm home again. Peter closed the door behind him with his hand full of envelopes, all retrieved from his mailbox. He began sifting through them. Bill, bill, a spam letter, yet another bill. Peter sighed, dreading the end of the month. His measly salary as a waiter probably wouldn’t cover all of these bills. He'd either have to once again ask his parents for money, get another job, or pawn more stuff. As his heart rate started to rise from the prospected stress, he pulled out the final piece of mail. It was a simple envelope with his name on it, with no return address on the back. Peter was sure that it was probably another glitter trap prank, so he rolled his eyes and walked to the sink to open it there.

As he walked by the mirror in his hallway, he caught a glimpse of himself. At 31 years of age, he couldn't help but feel washed up. He had dreams and aspirations once, but those were long gone with his incredible debt. At least his body was still decent. Being a swimmer in college left him in a solid shape, of which the effects were still visible. However, after neglecting his health since college, the years had caught up to him, and he got a slight belly. He did find a few grey hairs last weekend, which painfully reminded him that he was getting older.

He looked back at the envelope in hand and walked over to the sink. Tearing the flap open quickly yet carefully, he was surprised to see there was no explosion of fine glitter. Instead, a letter was inside. He took it out and started reading it absentmindedly whilst "preparing" his dinner. After tossing some leftovers into his microwave, he finally gave the letter his attention.

_"Dear Peter: You've probably never heard of me, but my name is Hendrick Helix. Your estranged uncle Anton, rest his soul, has recently passed on. His name might ring a bell, but you probably do not remember your mother's brother. I'll cut to the chase, as I'm the executor of your uncle's will. You've inherited his factory on the condition that you sign the same contract your uncle did. These are some of the perks and obligations..." _Peter put the letter down after reading the wall of text detailing the contents of the inheritance.

Wow... That was weird... Uncle Anton, whom Peter only had one faint memory of, left his factory to him?! After some thinking, he understood why he was the one that got the factory. That one memory of uncle Anton was him fighting with Peter's mom to the point where she threatened to call the cops if Anton didn't disappear from their lives. That was the last time he'd ever heard about Anton. Anton never had any children, and Mom was his only sibling, so Peter wasn't surprised to be named the sole beneficiary. He wondered why there wasn't any mention of a house or anything, but he figured that Anton was probably renting a place. This somewhat saddened him, as he had hoped this new inheritance would allow him to stop working and just live off the factory's profits. It looked like that was unlikely to happen. There was a phone number near the bottom of the letter, and underneath that was an address, which Peter figured was the factory's address. He would visit after the weekend, he decided. He sent a text to the number, suggesting next Monday morning to meet up to officiate the inheritance, and he immediately received a text back confirming the appointment. The factory's address was about an hour's drive away, in a quaint little town bordering his hometown. Peter started reminiscing about his childhood, but he was soon jolted from his fantasies by the smell of his well-overcooked leftovers. As he ate the barely edible food in silence, he wondered what his mysterious factory was like.

Monday morning rolled around, and for the first time in a while, Peter felt like he had energy again! He gleefully caught himself whistling for a little while making breakfast, something he hadn't done in probably a year. Peter jumped into his car and sped off towards his bright future, blasting some tunes on the radio and singing along off-key. After a short drive, the car came to a slow stop, and Peter looked at the letter again, verifying the address with maps. He gazed at the building that he was supposedly the new owner of. Peter was pleasantly surprised by the state of the building. The factory consisted of two areas, and both looked well-maintained. The front area looked almost like an ordinary house, the only difference being the company’s logo on the facade. The logo was quite simple, just the name of the company in an italic font. Connected to the back of this house was a large hangar, which loomed over the house. He turned off the vehicle and stepped out, where he noticed that there were very few cars parked in front of the office. Peter figured that the workers probably had a different designated parking area, and he walked inside, eager to learn more about his new venture. As he opened the door, Peter found a deserted reception area, though he could hear muffled sounds coming from the hangar.

“That’s strange. Why is nobody here? It’s the beginning of the workday and I made an appointment.”

Peter walked to the reception desk and rang the bell for service. He stood there, waiting for a receptionist to come to welcome him, tapping his fingers on the counter and letting his eyes wander. The receptionist's office was quaint and petite, with only the bare essentials. Only one picture frame adorned the walls. Peter narrowed his eyes to get the image into focus. After squinting and relaxing his eyes, he finally got an okay view of the picture. It looked like a group photo with all the staff, but something felt off. His deceased uncle was sitting on a makeshift throne, with his workers surrounding him. The odd thing wasn't just that all the employees were blankly staring at the camera, devoid of any emotion, but they were also all men. Before he could come to any conclusions on the matter, Peter was startled by the reception area's doorknob rattling. The door opened swiftly, and a man appeared in the room. He was dressed sharply in a nice dress shirt with a tie and khakis. The expression on his face was as blank as the men’s in the picture.

"Hello. How can I be of service today, sir?"

The receptionist's voice was drab and monotonous, almost sounding like a robot. Peter giggled to himself at the thought of that. "I received a letter from one 'Hendrick Helix', telling me that I was the next owner of this establishment?" he said, looking expectantly at the receptionist, who didn't respond at all. During this silence, Peter took a good look at the man in front of him. It was apparent that the receptionist hit the gym when he wasn’t at work. Even though the clothes weren’t supposed to be a slim fit, his muscles were pressed against his dress shirt and pants, almost ripping them if he wasn’t careful. As Peter took a breath to repeat his question, suddenly a smile appeared on the man standing in front of him, and he broke the awkward silence.

"Yes, Sir, we've been expecting you. If you could follow me, please."

Before Peter could respond, the receptionist had already walked out the door. He then appeared in the hallway leading to the factory, where he paused, staring vacantly. Peter quickly noticed him waiting and dashed towards his escort, and together they walked into the hangar.

The factory floor consisted of an open area with a few machines. A dozen men of varying sizes walked around the shop, working together in perfect unison. Peter immediately noticed that all the workers were even more muscular than the receptionist. All of them looked like they could have come straight from a runway. They also had the same blank stare as the receptionist. Peter followed his guide, who droned on some facts about the machines and the workers. Peter hardly listened to any of it, even though he didn't know what was produced here.

Suddenly, someone bumped into Peter, knocking him over. He looked up to see the one to blame, and to his surprise, he found his childhood bully towering over him.

"O-oh, hello there, Tristan,” Peter said while blushing. “Nice to see you again? I see you kept in shape." Peter was afraid that he was going to get bullied like in the old days, but the blonde hunk just stared blankly at him whilst monotonously apologising for his clumsiness. Peter looked at the bully in front of him, who had aged quite beautifully. He looked like he had stepped out of one of those “Hunky men” calendars, with grease stains on his tank top and bulging biceps. His overalls were messy too, yet not a single hair was out of place. Tristan walked off to resume his tasks, leaving Peter on the ground without helping him up. Peter was going to walk after him, but he was stopped by the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but we mustn't keep your appointment waiting."

Peter figured he'd chat more with Tristan once he finished the meeting and assumed the role of his boss. Something in Peter savoured the idea of being his bully's boss, and he smirked as he followed the receptionist to the back of the hangar.

They arrived at a staircase travelling up a floor towards an office with tinted windows, closely resembling a watchtower. When they reached the office, the receptionist knocked on the door before a voice called out, asking who was disturbing them. As the receptionist explained through the door that the new owner had arrived, Peter glanced at the plaque embellishing the door. "CEO's office", it read in swirly golden letters. Peter couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride as soon that would be his title and office. The receptionist woke him up from his daydream by opening the door. Peter walked inside while thanking the receptionist, whose only response was to turn around and resume his duties.

The inside of the office was decorated quite extravagantly, with expensive furniture and portraits. In the back of the room, there was an ornate desk with a small stack of organised papers. Behind that desk was a comfortable leather chair, fit for a CEO. And in that chair sat a man, dressed in a tailored suit. The man looked at Peter intensely, which threw him for a loop. Peter cleared his throat and asked, "Mister Helix, I presume?"

"Ah yes, our new CEO. I'm happy to have you here so soon. As you guessed correctly, my name is Hendrick Helix. I'm the executor of your uncle's will. Please, take a seat." The man extended his arm and gestured towards the seat in front of him, which scooted backwards. For a second, Peter thought it was magic, but he then figured that Hendrick had moved the chair with his foot. Peter sat down and gazed at the man before him, finally getting a proper look at him. Hendrick was quite good looking. He wasn’t as muscular as the workers below, but Peter could see that he stayed active. The suit on his toned body looked expensive and pristine, and his hair was gelled into place. The sunglasses while indoors gave off a mysterious vibe. The only thing that could be considered imperfect were two small scars on both sides of his forehead.

"Let's get to business, shall we?" Hendrick pulled a contract out of a drawer and laid it in front of Peter, who looked at it long and hard. As he started reading, Peter got confused by the contents of the contract in front of him. Didn't he inherit the factory? Why did he have to sign a contract? What was all this for? "Uhhhh, Hendrick? What's all this..?"

He then heard a chuckle above him. "Well, my dear. You didn't think your uncle got all of his riches for free, did you?"

Peter looked up, shocked to find Hendrick standing over him. His face had a wicked grin plastered on it, and the two scars were replaced with small maroon horns. A pronged tail swept behind him, almost knocking something behind him over.

"Whaaaa....?! You're... _You're... _YOU'RE..."

Hendrick rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yes, I'm a demon. Can we please move on because I have other people to torture? I'm sure you've wondered why all the people working here are robotic men. Your uncle signed this exact contract, which didn't only give him untold riches but also complete control over his employees. Added to that, your uncle loved their presence, and not just in a platonic way."

Peter was finally able to collect his thoughts. Was uncle Anton really gay? And had he sold his soul to this fiend in return for this factory? Peter started to scan the document, skimming the text and ultimately finding his uncle's signature on the bottom of the last page. He sat back in horror, realising that his inheritance was all based on a deal with this demon.

"So, Peter. You now have had the chance to read through the deal. In exchange for his servitude, your uncle Anton received this factory, all its profits and the hunks you see walking around downstairs. I've seen how you live, so I'm confident that this all intrigues you. My question for you is quite simple. Do you wish to inherit your uncle's deal, giving me your servitude in exchange for all this? You'll finally be able to -".

"No. I'm not interested. Thank you very much."

This time it was Hendrick's time to be stumped. He was silent for what felt like ages. "You're saying that you'd rather live your sad and pathetic life of yours than to take me up on this deal. Well, that's a first. Are you absolutely sure? Perhaps this could change your mind?” Before Peter could respond, the door behind him opened and Tristan stormed in, running towards him at full speed. Peter raised his arms in defence, bracing for impact but when that didn’t come, he found the blonde hunk standing at attention next to his chair.

“Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you. At least, not yet,” Hendrick said with a wink, before snapping his fingers. Tristan came alive, but instead of anger, his face filled with fear and he fell to his knees, pleading with Hendrick.

“Please, I don’t know what’s happening but please let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happens here, I swear!”

A quick snip of the fingers froze Tristan again, ending his pleas before he even noticed Peter. Hendrick looked at Peter with a puzzling look on his face.

“Really?! Nothing?! Well, what about this then?”

Hendrick clapped his hands and Peter looked at Tristan again, who was still on his knees. At first, it didn’t look like anything was happening, until Peter noticed a rustle in Tristan’s hair. His short curly hair started to deflate, losing all of its curls, before growing to shoulder length. Within seconds, Tristan had sprouted a beautiful and powerful mane. His hazel eyes had started to swirl and Peter felt himself getting sucked in. The spirals brightened to an icy blue, and Peter snapped out of the light trance, looking back at Hendrick with an indifferent expression.

“Still nothing?!” Peter heard Hendrick yell behind him and he turned around to find the demon standing on the other side of the chair. “I can literally alter him to be whatever you want, and you still don’t like it?! Okay, last shot, what about this?”

Hendrick whispered something indecipherable to Tristan, who came alive once again. Except for this time his demeanour wasn’t helpless. This time, he had a smug grin on his face.

“Hey handsome, want me to suck your cock a little? I’m just a dumb jock slut who wants to serve you, is that okay?”

Tristan mounted Peter and started to grind onto him, giving him a professional lap dance. At first, Peter was too shocked to say anything, but when Tristan tried to plant a kiss on his lips, he screamed: “NO! ENOUGH! I’M NOT SIGNING ANYTHING!!” Tristan immediately fell back into his drone-like state, and he walked out of the office, going back to work as if nothing had happened. He heard Hendrick guffaw in astonishment.

“Well, I'll be damned. Very well then, I guess my work here is done for now."

Hendrick's horn and tail vanished with a poof of red smoke. He reached into his jacket, and Peter was briefly afraid he would get a gun pulled on him. Instead, Hendrick fished a business card out of his breast pocket. "You'll change your mind. I'm sure of it," Hendrick said as he slid the card towards Peter.

Peter grabbed it reluctantly and read it aloud. "Tear me when you need me." He looked up to give the card back to Hendrick, but to Peter's great surprise, the demon had vanished without a trace. Peter instead opted to toss the card into the trashcan before leaving the office.

Peter exited the office and found all the employees rubbing their temples and groaning as if they had just awoken from a long, deep slumber. He quietly greeted most of them as he made his way towards the exit, but suddenly his path was blocked by a not-so-friendly giant.

"Well, well, well... Look who we have here. Peter the Pussy. Still looking wimpy as fuck. You haven't changed a single bit. Why the fuck are you even here? Wait... Don't tell me that YOU thought you could be the boss of this company?" Tristan bellowed out a laugh, and Peter's head went beet red. He looked around and saw most of the workers looking around uncomfortably. "Oh my god, this is so fucking funny. You pathetic little shit really thought you were something, eh?" At this point, a few workers told Tristan to cut it out, and he flipped Peter the bird before walking off. The other workers also realised that it was the end of their shifts, and they walked off. Peter slumped towards his car, somewhat regretting not signing the contract. On the other hand, at least he still had his soul.

A week passed, and Peter again found himself walking into his apartment from the cold. More letters were waiting for him, but sadly this time, none of them contained a nice inheritance that could solve all of his issues. Instead, a few bills had evolved into real crises, featuring a bright red "Final notice". As Peter tried to come up with a way to make some money before the shit hit the fan, his phone beeped with a message. Peter fished it out of his pocket, hoping that it would contain an answer to all of his problems, but instead, he found an even bigger issue. It was a text from his (now ex-)boss, telling him that he didn't have to come to work anymore. Apparently, they were "downsizing", and Peter wasn't necessary anymore. Peter took a deep breath and swore at the top of his lungs. Now he had to find long-term employment and quick cash for the past-due bills. He racked his brain for solutions until he realised that the best course of action would be to sign the contract he had adamantly refused. It filled Peter with dread, thinking of having to return to that office, and beg the demon to let him sign the contract. "No. There must be another way, right?" he thought. He spent an hour scouring the web, trying to find a solution for his issues, but he found nothing but scams and lowball offers. He cursed himself as he pulled out the original letter and looked at the address. It was his only option, and it felt so terrible to have to do this to those nice workers. He then remembered Tristan and his bullying. If he signed the contract, he could at least have some sort of revenge on him, right? Peter remained torn for the rest of the evening until he went to bed. There, he decided that he would go to the office early in the morning when the factory would be empty.

His car came to a quick halt in front of the factory, as it had a week ago. Peter had barely taken any time to make himself look presentable this time, looking unshaven and dishevelled. He had spent the entire night awake, unable to justify his actions to himself, despite knowing that he had no other obvious options. He jumped out of the car, almost forgetting to lock it in his haste. Instead of the casual stroll, like he did a week ago, this time Peter ran toward the door. The way he was looking around him was a lot different as well. Instead of trying to scope out the area, Peter wanted to be sure that he would remain unseen. He found the door unlocked, which surprised him, but he wouldn't question his luck. Peter sprinted through the hallways towards the office but was stopped by the locked factory doors. Peter realised that he had to think of a new plan, and he figured he would have to come back during working hours. At that point, Peter heard someone clear their throat behind him. "Hi there, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Peter turned around to find the receptionist staring at him. The receptionist looked less robotic and blank, but he looked exhausted.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you. I think I left something in the office when we had that meeting a week ago, and I figured I would quickly check to see if it was still there before work. The door was open, so I thought it was okay." Peter put on his best pleading and innocent face in an attempt to sway the tired man in front of him. They stared at each other and for a moment it was completely silent, as the receptionist reviewed his options. The man then rolled his eyes and made a dismissive motion with his arm.

"Eh fuck it, whatever. Sure, I'll let you look around for a bit. I don't get paid enough for this shit." Peter tried to hold in his excitement, which failed as the receptionist visibly cringed at his reaction. "Fucking morning people," he muttered under his breath.

Peter and the receptionist made their way through the factory again. This time, Peter could notice the stark difference in mannerisms from the guy in front of him. As he learned more about the receptionist, Peter found himself growing fond of the man walking next to him. Peter learned that the receptionist's name was Ethan, and he had been working at the company for about a year, working his way up the corporate ladder from desk imp to almost a secretary. "The job was a bit hard at first because I was completely new to the field, but after a little while, work became an autonomous blissful daze. Now that the old owner is gone, it's been a bit harder again for some reason." Peter blushed slightly at this remark, before shifting the conversation away from his mind-controlling uncle.

As they reached the infamous door again, Ethan did a slight facepalm. He said in a somewhat pitiful tone: "I just remembered, we did throw out the trash yesterday, office included. So I hope what you're looking for is still here!" He let Peter inside and made his way back to his desk. Peter sprinted towards the trash can, only to find it empty. He started looking around, hoping that he had accidentally tossed the calling card on the carpet instead, but he knew it would have been swept up with the trash. Peter sighed, hung his head as he stood up, and as he turned to leave, something on the desk caught his eye. He had definitely checked there before, but much to his surprise, there was the card. With no time to waste, he read the instructions on the back of the card one last time before he ripped the card in two.

The two halves of the card started to smoke as if they had caught fire, and Peter waved them around in an attempt to put them out. That only seemed to worsen the matter, as it appeared that the smoking only intensified with each swing. Fearing for his own hands, Peter tossed the two cards into the trash can. The smoke quickly filled the bucket and began poring over the rim. Peter started panicking until he noticed the smoke slowly drifting towards the chair. He watched as the smoke travelled up the chair's ornate legs and started to swirl in the seat, gradually darkening to a maroon shade. The chair was soon covered under it and the smoke started to congeal, slowly taking the shape of a person. Peter calmed down, expecting that the demon was making another grand entrance but when Peter opened his mouth to say something, suddenly the smoke disappeared, like a bubble that popped. He looked at the chair in shock, trying to figure out what had just happened when he was startled by someone from behind. "BOO!"

Peter quickly turned around to find Hendrick cackling. "You should have seen your face!" Hendrick took a minute to calm down, cracking up occasionally while Peter stared daggers at him. Hendrick then sighed and walked to the chair, sitting on it with a smug face. "Told you you'd be back".

Peter rolled his eyes, somewhat regretting his choice, but he knew he had no other options. "Hello to you too Hendrick. Can I still sign the contract?"

Hendrick smiled and said, "Why the change of heart? Because you got fired and need the money? Or because you secretly crave vengeance on Tristan?"

Peter scowled, knowing that he couldn't hide anything from Hendrick, no matter how hard he tried. "Mostly the first two things, but the 'vengeance' is a nice bonus."

"Sure buddy. If you say so," Hendrick smirked. He snapped his fingers and the contract appeared in front of Peter out of nowhere. Peter grabbed the pen, saw that there was no ink and looked up at Hendrick, who silently gave him a needle. After taking a deep breath, Peter pricked his finger with the needle and dipped the pen tip in the droplet. He then grabbed the contract and signed it underneath his uncle's name. The second he finished writing, Hendrick rolled the paper up. "Pleasure doing business with you. If I were you, I'd take a peek through those windows." Peter couldn't even say goodbye before Hendrick poofed away, becoming a cloud of maroon smoke once more.

Peter stalked towards the one-way glass overlooking the factory and saw the empty workplace. As if it was meticulously planned, the first person who walked through the hangar's doors was Tristan. The door closed behind him and in the corner of Peter's eye, he saw the maroon smoke rolling down the stairs. Tristan walked towards his workspace, ready for a day of pretending to work until he saw the smoke too. He walked towards it, whilst keeping his distance and cautiously inspecting the mysterious mist in front of him. He looked for its origin, gazing towards the office. Peter dodged backwards before realising that Tristan wouldn't be able to see him through the glass anyway, so he walked back towards the glass. Meanwhile, Tristan had gone much closer, the smoke now mere inches from his face. He waved his hand through it, and the smoke moved with it. It was then that a strange aroma hit Tristan's nose, and he leaned in to take a deep whiff. As he took a drag, the smoke travelled up his nose and Tristan’s eyes rolled upwards, visibly enjoying the otherworldly smell, before closing his eyes in bliss. Peter swore he could hear him letting out a small moan. But when Tristan reached the end of his deep whiff, the smoke wasn't done. It kept entering his nose, almost suffocating Tristan. He tried to clasp his nose shut, but that didn't help as the smoke continued flowing into his nose. The brute stumbled backwards and landed on his knees, his head tilted back as he was completely stupefied. Peter watched with a mixture of horror and ecstasy. Observing his childhood bully succumbing to the mist had scratched some deep itches of vengeance that he had tried so hard to repress.

The flow came to an end and Tristan was no longer petrified. Instead, he robotically lifted a knee and let his head drop to his chest. Peter watched in anticipation, staring at Tristan to see what his next move would be, but Tristan didn't move a muscle. Peter continued to stare, not noticing the hall's floor was opening again and the other workers coming in. They, in turn, didn't notice their coworker kneeling on the ground, as Tristan was partially covered behind the staircase. The workers did detect the mist as it crept towards them. When Peter finally noticed the commotion on the other side of the hangar and realised what was going on, it was already too late. Half of the men were in the last phase of the possession and the other half were on the brink of losing the fight. Peter was unsure if he should feel bad, but he felt much more sure when the door opened again and Ethan walked in. Ethan's eyes went wide and he screamed "Not again!" Peter watched in horror as his new friend was quickly shrouded in smoke, landing on one knee like his fellow corporate drones. Guilt flooded over Peter's mind as he helplessly stood there, reminding himself of his moral wrongdoings. The mist suddenly evaporated, leaving a dozen men kneeling with their heads down. The feelings of remorse became too much, and Peter let them out by slamming the window. He realised too late what he had done, as the men downstairs simultaneously looked up at the office.

The men moved in unison as they stood up and walked towards the stairs leading to the office. Peter scurried around, trying to find another way out, as he reckoned that only one set of stairs would be a terrible fire hazard. Behind a bookcase at the back of the room, Peter noticed a small beam of light. Hearing the men outside pounding on the office door, he gathered all of his strength to move the bookcase, which revealed a door. He grabbed the handle and was relieved to find that the door was unlocked. The door behind him gave way to the strength of the corporate drones right when Peter pulled the backdoor open. As men piled into the room behind him, he found his escape was blocked by Ethan, who was staring at Peter blankly. Ethan didn't look strong, but he easily overpowered Peter and worked him to the ground.

The men gathered around Peter and Ethan, before whipping out their dicks and starting to jack off. Peter watched in disgust before Ethan grabbed him in the neck and pulled him in for a kiss which felt like it lasted a lifetime. The kiss was broken and Peter felt dazed as Ethan climbed off him and started to jack off as well. After a minute of grunts and moans, Ethan was the first to cum, coating Peter's shoes in pearly spunk. He stepped back and stood at attention, blank once again. Peter looked down at his shoes and found that the cum had sunk into his sneakers. But even in his dazed stupor, he realised that the cumstains weren't white as he had expected. Instead, they were a solid black. These spots began to grow, and before he could comprehend what was happening, his sneakers had turned into professional dress shoes.

The next few orgasms happened in rapid succession. Peter found his clothes, arms and legs completely coated and soon after, they too started transforming. Peter's arms and legs grew in size and they sprouted some denser hair. His shorts and shirt grew longer, covering his appendages completely, before changing into a fancy business suit. Peter let out a moan as the cum soaked deeper into his underwear, changing the cheap briefs into expensive boxers. One employee blew his load onto Peter's hair, after which a few more hairs turned grey and the hair became perfectly styled. The rest of the employees, except for one, unloaded onto Peter's face, transforming his surprised expression into a serious one. Soft wrinkles appeared as Peter aged a few years. These years were filled with business experience and Peter's thoughts were filled with terms and thoughts that he hadn't heard of before, but they all made sense to him now. Apart from these business ideas, there were also new thoughts and opinions floating around. Where he had earlier been disgusted by the idea of another man's cock and ass, he now didn’t mind the sight of them as much. Peter started to warm up to the thought of having sex with a man, envisioning their hot lovemaking while they romantically kissed throughout it. A tent started to form in Peter’s pants as the spent employees sheathed their dicks, before standing next to Ethan, staring blankly until they were given new instructions.

The last employee to blow his wad was Tristan. Still completely lost in his new gay fantasies, Peter felt strong hands wrap around his ankles as his pants were swiftly pulled down, exposing his ass to the entire company. Tristan slowly entered Peter's hole with a finger, eliciting a moan from his boss. In Peter’s fantasy, his lover had lovingly looked him in the eyes whilst entering him. As Peter was lost in his lover’s eyes, he noticed slight changes occurring in his companion. His hair turned blonde and grew to shoulder length. The eyes turned blue and Peter looked down, finding a chiselled body. He felt a strong grip on his chin, and he was guided back upwards, forced to look into Tristan’s eyes. Tristan fingered his hole gently, making out with him as they moaned in pleasure. In the real world, Tristan had loosened up the hole in front of him plenty, so he took his fingers out, making Peter plead to fill him up again. Tristan responded to the pleas by lining up his cock to the puckering cavity in front of him. He robotically shoved his cock inside of his boss, who howled in pain. Peter remained in pain in the beginning but it didn't take long until he resumed moaning in pure pleasure. Tristan picked up on the signs and started to slide his dick in and out, picking up the pace, before soon pistoning his cock at high speeds. Peter’s fantasies depicted it much more romantically. Tristan slowly worked his cock into Peter’s hole, constantly asking if Peter was okay. Peter got a little tired of the slowness and rammed his ass down. Tristan moaned into his ear and they started to fuck. With every thrust, rose petals fell from the sky. Peter felt the dick inside of him quiver, and he braced himself for the load. It was then that Tristan stopped pumping and he gazed into Peter’s eyes, as he started to confess his love for Peter. He apologised for all of the bullyings, saying that it was his way of asking for attention.

“Can you forgive me, Peter? I… I love you a lot…” Tristan asked. Peter had never heard him so anxious, he remembered Tristan as a boisterous and cocky jock. Peter looked at him again, before planting another big kiss on Tristan’s lips. This pushed him over the edge, and Tristan came hard, bellowing a loud groan.

Peter felt the cum fill him and he vaguely realised that this would finalise the contract, as he sensed a gradual shift in his personality. No longer was he a clumsy 31-year-old. Instead, he was now a cutthroat CEO nearing his forties. His romantic fantasy darkened with the shift as well. Gone were the rose petals and romantic feelings. Instead, he had Tristan on all fours and was going to town on his ass, which was red from the aggressive slaps and thrusts. As he came in Tristan’s ass, a wet spot appeared on his crotch. He felt Tristan pull out, awakening Peter from his fantasy. He barked at Tristan to clean up after himself and to thank him for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Tristan eagerly got to work, worshipping his new boss verbally when his tongue wasn’t busy removing the cum from Peter’s asshole. With Tristan dealt with for a little while, Peter focussed his attention on the other employees. One by one they were reinstated into their old jobs, but each got a fresh update. During their lunch break, an orgy would be held in the mess hall. During their weekly work evaluations, each employee was expected to cum at least twice. Lastly, Ethan, the receptionist was given permission to submit any employee for a quick break, if their schedule allowed. During this break, Ethan would get full reign over them. Ethan blushed at this expression of favouritism and Peter winked at him.

Peter clapped his hands and the employees marched off in unison, back to their mindless labour for the day. Tristan finished his assignment and arose to follow his colleagues to work, but as he reached the door he heard a snap behind him. He turned around and saw the bossman in his chair, looking at the annual profits while pointing at his crotch. Tristan caught on and walked back, crawling under the desk and fishing the majestic cock out of its pouch. Peter facefucked his subordinate as he continued to look at projections for the next quarter, unloading 3 times inside of him before the end of the day.

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Hendrick smirked as he walked through the doors, watching the horde of men walking towards the factory. He walked towards the exit as he heard the receptionist call for him. "Excuse me, you have to sign out, Sir." Hendrick sighed, walked over to the desk and signed his name before walking off again. Behind him, he heard "Thanks for visiting, have a nice day Mr. Spiral!" before the door closed behind him.

#grant spiraltf #grant-spiraltf #tf story #mass enslavement #ceo tf #mind control #hypnosis #occult tf #demon tf #bully to sub tf #straight to gay

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How dare you be so correct. As a mod on the gss site, this is basically half of the stories 😂

Male transformation blogs but without context:

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My Funny Valentine

Prologue

"Ugh, Valentine fucking SUCKS!" Blake exclaimed while stumbling into his apartment. Until a year ago he had a boyfriend to welcome him and a well-paying job, but now the apartment was empty and his life sucked. Last year, he found the love of his life with his legs spread and Blake's coworker pounding Blake's future plans into oblivion. They didn’t notice him, let alone stop. Blake had to announce his presence via coughing and that was hardly effective since while his soon-to-be-ex was apologising and pleading for a second chance, his coworker wasn’t even phased. He kept on pounding away at the hole as if his life depended on it until he finally reached a climax and came. Blake saw him pull out and as the cum dripped down onto the bedsheets, he realised they hadn’t even used a condom. The apology sounded halfhearted as well because of the moans and groans. In the end, Blake just told them both to get the fuck out of his house. As his coworker walked past him, he slapped him on the shoulder and said: “Sorry bro, see you at work tomorrow.”

Of course, Blake didn’t go to work the next day. In fact, he never went to work after that. He spent most of his days either in bed, or just moping around the apartment. He was glad he didn’t have to move out or anything, but all of the memories in the apartment weren’t helping him in his current state of mind. Over the year Blake had tried to date, but he was too damaged to actually get anywhere with any of them. He had jobs on and off, but he was let go plenty of times for being late. Others he just quit on a whim.

Then on valentine's day, he got a notification from his agenda, reminding him once again of all that had happened. Influenced by a friend of his and the desire to not sit at home alone, he decided to go into town with this friend and hit up the bars. Blake ordered a cab and finally put on something different from a hoodie and sweatpants or pyjamas. They got to the first bar and after a few drinks, both had started to get a little intoxicated. The bar wasn't as full when they had arrived, but groups of men had flocked towards the place over time and now it was packed. Blake had lost sight of his friend after they had gone to the bathroom, but he didn't care as much since his main focus was sitting in front of him in a tall glass.

Half an hour later, Blake was nearly wasted. He was convinced that his friend had found a nice cock to sit on and had ditched him (like everyone else in his life) so he upped the alcohol percentage of his drinks. He was about to leave as a cute twink sat down next to him and introduced himself as Justin. Justin immediately started flirting hard, laying it on so thick that Blake would usually puke, but in his current state, he didn't even notice until Justin pulled him in for a deep kiss. Blake was shocked at first, but he returned the kiss eagerly. A minute of passion later, Justin pulled away and handed a card to Blake. "Let me know if you want to do anything else, prices are on the back." Confused, Blake looked at the card. Justin was an escort.

Blake mumbled something and immediately left, stumbling towards his apartment. Five minutes into his walk, he realised that he had a long way to go still and called another cab. While he waited, he saw a liquor store on the other side of the street and he wavered across, narrowly avoiding the traffic. When the taxi arrived, Blake was absolutely hammered. He didn't even realise it was the same driver.

"Ugh, Valentine fucking SUCKS!" he said as he finally got home. Blake opened a window and immediately took off all of his clothes, laying on his bed and enjoying the cold breeze on his naked skin. He softly wept at his situation until he yelled out in frustration: "I WISH LIFE WAS HOW I WANTED IT TO BE!" He rolled onto his stomach and cried himself to sleep, not noticing the fey creature perched on his windowsill. As Blake passed out, a glow emanated from his room and spread through the town, casting the smirking fey's trickery on all the people.

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I’ve gotten stuck on this part of the story for a little bit, I have some ideas for where I want to take it but let me know what y’all think! :)

#valentines story #grant-spiraltf #tf series #tf story #world change tf #reality change

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Nick Robles is honestly out here like:

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Everywhere You Look

This story for my buddy @transformee was part of the secret santa (yes i’m late, nobody knows shhhhh)

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Henry Cavill had a big morning ahead of him. He woke up in his bed after a nice amount of rest, went to the kitchen and immediately started the search for a frying pan. It had been his usual routine for a few months now. While he was on his knees scavenging through the kitchen cabinets, he felt a hand slap him on his ass. He cracked a smile.

"Hey Henry, how's your morning?" "It's fine, got a lot to do in the gym so tell me when you're ready, okay?" "Will do!" as the door behind him closed.

He finally found the right pan after a minute of searching, and he took it out, careful not to let any of the other pots and pans fall. He had to hurry, as he had about half a pound of breakfast to make before 9 am. He was finally halfway done with the meat when he heard the clock in the other room softly announce that it was 9 am, and he had officially been late. When the clock's last note chimed, the door behind him opened again, but this time it was someone else.

"Is it ready?" they asked. "N-n-no sorry Sir, I couldn't find the pan in time. It's halfway ready. Please, take the cooked half while I finish the rest! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again, I swear!" He pleaded. "Hmmm, it's okay. At least this way the other half will still be warm once we eat it. Now get to it!" As the door closed once more, Henry sighed in relief. While the other pieces of meat were simmering on the furnace, he daydreamed about how his life was on this day, exactly one year ago.

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"Oh my god, there he is!" Adam excitedly pointed to the car that was turning into the street. The fans around him roared into cheers as the limousine came to a halt in front of them. The door opened, then a leg in an expensive suit stepped out. This was what they had all been waiting for. For a second Adam forgot how much money he had spent to be at this red carpet event. The cameras around him started flashing and the man in the car finally stretched to his full 6 feet of length. Henry Cavill straightened his suit and started waving to his fans, smiling to all of them. As he was about to walk past Adam, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the expensive suit and hard body underneath.

Immediately the bodyguards rushed to Henry's side, but Henry raised his hand and directed his gaze at Adam. Adam was about to faint when he heard the hunky British voice ask him for his name. Barely stammering out "A-a-adam Sir..." Henry laughed as Adam felt his knees go weak. "Tell ya what buddy, how would you like a visit to my estate sometime?" Before Adam could respond, Henry had already walked off, signing autographs and shaking hands while an assistant of his took Adam's info.

The very next morning Adam received a text from an unknown number. Usually, he would ignore it, but with yesterday's events (which still were a daze to him) he immediately opened it. All it contained was an address and a time, with the jokey phrase "be there or be square!" Adam realised that he only had an hour or two to prepare himself, so he searched through his closet, trying to find anything remotely presentable enough. While scurrying around, he ordered an Uber and when he got the notification that it was about to arrive, he just threw on the best things he managed to find and hurried outside.

The uber ride to the estate was boring in itself, but Adam was still filled with a mixture of both excitement and anxiety. Smalltalk was out of the question, as the driver didn't even return the greeting when Adam stepped into the car, so Adam was just browsing mindlessly on his phone. The car arrived at the house just in time and Adam sighed in relief. As he shut the door, the car sped off and Adam had no choice but to ring the doorbell. It was then that he realised he had left his phone on the backseat! During his 'minor' breakdown, the gate opened and he walked inside, hoping that Henry would let him log in on a computer to message the driver.

Following the sounds in the house through the open doors, Adam quickly found himself inside of a big gym. There was Henry, wearing a plain t-shirt and some shorts to give his muscles some room to move. Speaking of those muscles, he looked even bigger now! It must be the pump of his workout.

"Hey, I didn't quite catch your name, my assistant's handwriting is terrible!" Henry said between reps, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "It's Adam, I'm so pleased to meet you, Sir! I still can't believe that I'm here!" Adam rambled, trying to not be too weird. Henry laughed. "Well you better get used to it fast, otherwise you're gonna have a tough time, bud." Henry continued during his reps, steering the conversation to whatever he felt like until he suddenly got up and walked off. Adam was confused for a bit until he realised that Henry meant for him to follow him.

Adam walked through the hallway, hoping to find a trace of Henry anywhere. Sadly he was nowhere to be found, so Adam decided to go to a random door. He heard Henry's rough voice on the other side, so he opened it slowly peeking into the room. A surprised Henry looked at him, and Adam was equally surprised. Henry was standing over an opened computer, wearing a completely different outfit! Henry's gaze shifted back to the computer and then back to Adam as he lifted a screwdriver. "I think you have the wrong room, kid."

As Adam closed the door, more confused than he'd ever been, Henry peaked out into the hallway. "There you are! You look like you saw a ghost hahaha. You okay, bud?" Adam looked at Henry, who was now wearing a grey shirt again. "Not really, how did you get to that room and put the grey shirt on again?" Henry looked confused. "Again..? I've been wearing this the whole day. Anyway, I was about to tell you that I made us a little something to eat, so get in here before it gets cold!"

Adam walked in after his idol and found a neatly-set table with a big plate of bacon in the middle. Henry extended his arm to the seat in front of him and simply said: "Sit." Adam rushed to the chair, sitting down and placing pieces of bacon on his plate. Henry motioned for him to eat, and as he put the first piece in his mouth, Adam felt a bit strange. He shook it off to the greasy food and decided to strike up a conversation.

"So, must be hard living this life, eh? Always needing to be in shape, never being able to do whatever you want." Henry's brows furrowed. "It can be a little lonely at times, but only if you let it be. Truth be told, I've been managing just fine."

Adam shovelled in a few more pieces of bacon, and he suddenly realised that his shirt felt a little tight under the arms. Henry noticed something was off as he asked: "Are you okay Adam?" Adam waved it off, saying that it's fine and he didn't want to make a fuss. Henry smiled. "Well, you're certainly managing better than our most recent guest. He immediately ran off when he saw another me, but then again, he saw a more primitive one. Handyman-Henry is much more civilised. Adam laughed, convinced that Henry was playing a prank on him. But when he looked up, he noticed three things.

Henry's face was completely serious,

He had also not eaten a single piece of bacon, and

While his vision was now getting blurry, he noticed a white, silky drizzle on top of the pile of meat.

Adam's shirt then burst into shreds, revealing a muscular torso which was getting hairier by the second until it was a perfect replica of Henry's. Frantically, Adam tried to get up off the chair, but the sudden movement proved too much for him, and he immediately collapsed. As he was fainting, drifting in and out of consciousness, he saw a new Henry enter his vision, this one more rough and rugged than either one he'd seen before.

"Take him downstairs, I'll finally have a cook then! Damn, I hate cooking for myself."

When Adam came to, he noticed he was tied down to a chair. He felt a little dizzy until suddenly everything came back to him. It was at that moment that a TV screen in front of him turned on, revealing Henry Cavill. Adam was about to scream at him to let him go when the Henry on the TV said: "Now I'm guessing that you're probably telling me to let you go or whatever, but this is a recording so... tough luck!"

What followed next, Adam would never be able to say. He didn't know if had been stuck there for days, weeks, months even. All he knew, is that he spent a lot of time, watching Henry Cavill tell him all about them, and most importantly, about Adam's new role in the house. When he finally accepted everything, he closed his eyes and got woken up by Janitor-Henry standing over him. "Hey Henry, looking sexy as ever! Untie me so I can give you a good blowjob before I go make dinner!" He said. Janitor-Henry smirked, this was his favourite part of the job.

That was precisely one year ago now. After that fateful blowjob, he let Janitor-Henry cum all over his new tits, which reminded him of the physical transformation he had undergone. He spent days flexing, exploring every cell of his skin with either his hand or the tongues of one of his co-workers. They were particularly fond of his hairy pits, his melon-sized biceps and his smelly feet. 'Adam' had lost his old name over time, preferring to be called "Chef Henry" now. He returned to the now and shook his head.

Behind him, he smelt the last piece of meat, which was cooking a bit too long. He turned around, took the pan off the stove and put the last piece on the pile. He drizzled a little bit of special sauce on top of it (which he and the others had spent days making) and placed it on the tray before ringing the bell. When Henry came to collect it, they winked at each other and Henry took the tray with him to another room. As the door closed softly behind him, Chef-Henry could hear Henry's hot voice.

“So you’re a personal trainer eh? My workouts have been kind of lacking lately. Maybe you should give me some tips after you’ve had some of this bacon, I’ve had the chef make it just for you! What did you say your name was again..?”

#henry cavill #muscle tf #tf story #mind control #hypnosis #celeb tf #grant-spiraltf #transformee

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A Christmas Carol

Merry Christmas and other holidays to you all! This year has been decent for me, even though it was a shitshow of a year. I hope you are all doing fine and having a great time under the current circumstances. I hope you all will have a wonderful couple of days and I will see you all soon!

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Ben got out of bed in a grumpy mood. Not that this was anything out of the ordinary. The 40-year-old hadn't been happy for quite some time. The fact that his loud upstairs neighbour woke him up at 6 am again didn't help either. He'd have to file another complaint with his landlord. Such a shame that they didn't accept "he's a faggot" as a reason for eviction. He had tried to doze off again, but two hours of futile attempts had exhausted him only more, so he settled on just grabbing a mug of coffee and trying to relax.

Ben looked at his phone. There were two new messages, one from his estranged sister who was cancelling their Christmas plans and another one from his boss telling him he'd have to work late that day. Ben hated the holidays. Didn't even make an effort to decorate his place, since who would see it anyway! Ever since his wife caught him cheating with his secretary and subsequently filed for divorce, his life was awful. That bitch took everything he had and what was left after that too. He had to move into an apartment, the only upside being that his commute to work was much shorter again.

He tossed his phone on his bed, determined to spend his day off without the usual annoyances. It's not like anyone messaged him for fun conversation anyway. Ben opened the door to the hallway and heard some rustling. "Hello?" He shortly entertained the idea of it being a burglar as they'd probably be very disappointed with the feeble size of their loot. He probably left a window open. As Ben walked through the hallway, past his living room to his kitchen, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He took a few steps back until he was in front of his doorway again. He could not believe his eyes. Not only was there a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the centre of his living room. There were also three naked guys standing in front of it.

After a few moments of silent staring, Ben broke the ice. "Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my house?! Why the fuck are you naked?! Are you friends with that faggot upstairs?" Ben instinctively patted his pockets but remembered that he'd tossed his phone on the bed, so he'd have to call the cops after he got some answers.

From left to right, they spoke: "I am the Hunk of Christmas Past..." "I am the Hunk of Christmas Present..." "And I am the Hunk of Christmas Yet To Come..."

After a few more moments of silence, Ben exploded, calling them derogatory names and storming off to grab his phone. He expected them to scurry out loudly, but he heard nothing behind him. "Probably shock..." he muttered to himself as he snatched his phone off the bed. Ben walked back to the living room with 911 typed in and his finger on the dial button. "Y'all probably enjoy prison, have fun dropping the soap!" he said before turning the corner and seeing... nobody? Apart from the Christmas tree, his residence had turned back to its normal state.

"Damn I need my coffee badly! What a weird dream..." While his coffee dripped from the machine into his mug, Ben took a closer look at the tree. There found a note dangling by a thread from one of the branches.

"We'll Be Back..."

So it wasn't a dream. The tree was also still there, so chalking it up to being sleep deprived wouldn't make sense anyway. Although 'past' and 'yet to come' had looked quite impressive, Ben was not afraid. He'd have to carry his phone around and make sure to lock everything up. Ben still was unsure how they managed to get into his home, but that didn't matter. He glanced at his watch and realised he was already late for work. He quickly gulped down his scorching coffee and dashed out of the door, fixing his hair on the commute.

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The workday had been very frustrating. Ben came home even later after missing his train. He even had to stand, packed in the crowded, stinky car. Ben had already forgotten about his encounter in the morning but hadn't forgotten his neighbour's loud noises. However, Ben was a mature adult. So he reached into his mouth, grabbed his chewing gum and shoved it in his neighbour's mailbox. Ben smirked, thinking of that asshole when they had to try and get the mail to unstick. His daydream lasted until he pushed his key into the lock and turned it.

He put his coat on the rack and walked into his flat. As he walked into his living room, he was surprised once again by the backside of a naked man. This time it was just the one though, and as they turned around, it became clear that it was the one who declared themselves as "Hunk of the Past". Ben smirked to himself. He could easily take that guy without breaking a sweat. Ben stormed at the man. "I'm going to make you a thing of the past!" he yelled.

The second his hands wrapped around the man's neck to choke the life out of him, a bright light blinded Ben. His eyes soon adjusted. Ben tried to continue his strangling, but his hands were not capable of applying any pressure. Ben looked around and realised that they weren't in his living room anymore, but they somehow had teleported to his childhood home. He saw fragments of his memories, some beautiful, others painful and tragic, but all with a brown filter. His grip loosened and Ben's arms slumped by his side. He felt Past's hands grasp his shoulders and a wave of relaxation washed over him. Ben wanted to beg for this to stop, but all he could do was stare blankly. Past's fingers felt warm on Ben's skin, with the heat also alerting him that he'd lost his clothes somewhere along the line. Everywhere the hands went, his skin felt taut. It was as if he was getting younger with every touch.

"We know you've been through some shit..."

As the light and memories faded, Ben found himself and Past standing in front of the tree again. He felt different, though. Younger. Better. Past held a mirror in front of Ben, and he had no clue how to react. Gone were the wrinkles and unkempt hairs. A younger and refreshed Ben stared back at him. As his fingers travelled his 25-year-old body, touching all of his new youthful skin. Past had put away the mirror at this point then smiled at his labour. He then put his hands on Ben's shoulders again, eliciting a moan from Ben while turning him around to face Present, who had been watching the little show. Right when Ben wanted to object to another trip, a bright light blinded him once more.

This time there was no brown filter or anything from his childhood. Instead, he saw a familiar family sitting at a dinner table. As he was about to comment, his sister entered the room, holding a large pot with food. "Sorry kids, your uncle cancelled on us again. But let's be honest, we didn't want his sour face ruining the mood anyway right?!" As the kids cheered for his absence, Ben's heart broke. He started to sob and sat down on the floor, invisible to his family. It was then that he felt a presence above him, and he gazed up to see Present looking at him.

"We know you've been through some shit, but that doesn't mean you get to be a dick..."

Ben stopped crying and got back on his feet. Present put his hands on Ben's cheeks and wiped away the tracks, and Ben felt something change in his mind. All the hate and anger went away. But that wasn't all that got erased from his brain. With every wipe, a little more knowledge got brushed away. Ben knew for a moment that he should be alarmed, but that knowledge got deleted shortly after. Ben started finding it hard to think. Stuff like his name and age was easy to remember, but anything more challenging than elementary school was above his level. When Present finally retracted his hands, Ben was officially stupid.

Ben found himself in front of the tree again. This time his attention was immediately absorbed by the pretty lights and twinkling gold. Behind him, he heard a little argument about "taking it too far", but Ben didn't care. All he saw was pretty lights. He was a little startled when he suddenly felt a pair of hands touch him. Ben looked over his shoulder and saw the last of the three Hunks look at him. While Past and Present had looks of joy or business on their faces, Yet had a different look on him. It was a look of pure lust.

Yet grabbed Ben's face and planted a passionate kiss on Ben's lips, evoking the same bright light for the last time. Ben didn't even blink this time. As his eyes adjusted again, he saw himself back as his 40-year-old self, laying in bed. Ben was a little sad as he figured that this was the point where they revealed that Ben had been toyed with and that he'd return to his old body. Then he heard himself moan loudly and he realised that he was laying on top of someone. His dick hardened at the thought of the lovely sex his future self was having. He walked closer to the bed and leaned forward to see the face of the woman, but he was in for a huge surprise. Instead of a woman, it was a man who was in his future self's bed. And to make matters worse, Ben was the one who was getting ploughed.

The man looked strangely familiar, so Ben was racking his brain, trying to figure out who it was. At that point, Ben felt a little tension at his asshole. He looked around to see Yet spit on their cock. He was about to object when Yet rammed his dick into Ben's tight asshole, making him yelp in pain before letting out an ear-deafening moan. With every thrust, Ben felt himself become gayer and gayer until he came on the carpet. His body shifted as well. Every trust seemed to shove a little bit of air inside of him. But instead of making him feel bloated, it made him feel bigger. As he looked down, he realised that Yet was pumping up his muscles like a balloon, every thrust making him slightly bigger than before. His pecs gained a nice firmness while his biceps grew to the size of his head. His legs got to the size of tree trunks before he heard the husky voice of Yet behind him.

"We know you've been through some shit, but that doesn't mean you get to be a dick without getting filled by a dick!"

Yet pulled Ben's face towards him again and came inside of him as he teleported them back. When Ben came to, he was standing alone in his flat. Past, Present and Yet were nowhere to be found. Ben did hear a sound in the kitchen though. With cum leaking from his asshole, he waddled over. There he found his upstairs neighbour, chilling with a cup of coffee. "Hey babe."

Click here to see Ben's new partner. (too nsfw for tumblr)

Ben immediately fell to his knees and started sucking his boyfriend’s cock. He couldn’t help it, he felt an insatiable hunger. While Ben was going to town on the dick before him, his boyfriend decided to finger his hole.

“Hmmmm you’re not as tight as usual! Actually...” He pulled out his finger to find it covered in cum. “It seems like you had a little fun with someone before I woke up! Without me! Seems like I’ll have to punish you for that.” He said as he gave Ben’s ass a hard slap, marking him red for at least a day.

It was at that moment that Ben's phone buzzed. Without taking the dick out of his mouth, he glanced at the screen. It was his boss, asking him where he was and that he'd again have to work late, or else he'd have his pay docked. "How about you shove it up your ass? Or better, up my ass!" Ben responded before tossing his phone away again to focus on the task at hand. Soon he got his face coated in a nice thick layer of cum.

Life was good, and Christmas was the best!

#grant-spiraltf #tf story #straight to gay #mind control #muscle tf #age regression #christmas-tf #dumbing down #himbo tf #Muscle Growth

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