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greatphantomarbiter · 27 days ago

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Swap syndrome 2: armpit addiction.

-damn heat… -

The time on my cell phone showed 2:05, the idiot Travis had made me wait but in a way that made me happy I would have to charge him $50 more for being late.

Today was a very fucking day at the gym, it was so hot that I had to change my shirt, but still the rancid aroma of sweat coming from my hairy armpits filled the interior with my car, I was in the same parking lot of the gym where it is only A couple of minutes had left a huge sweat stain on the floor.

But despite everything I loved my new life, after the great shift and finding myself in this boy's hot and muscular body, from the beginning I knew this was a good thing, when I woke up in Travis's bedroom and looked down to see two juicy pecs, a sculpted six-pack and long, hairy legs, the first thing I did was take out my huge cock that was hidden among a leafy bush of hair and give myself the best handjob of my entire life.

It had been a little over a year since that moment, I quickly got used to Travis' life, kept his muscles big and strong and all thanks to his tiny YouTube channel where he showed all his exercise routines, but that was all wasted talent for Travis' glorious, beautiful body.

I no longer had my college degree or anyone to turn to, yet I was able to easily make money from all these fags, who wanted to sleep with me and this body.

Still not in the same city where I used to live, I watched the news and learned everything that had been happening in the world and that the real Travis was out there in my tired, flabby 40-year-old office worker body.

A tapping on my car window brought me out of my thoughts, it was the real Travis I grimaced in disgust as I looked at my old face once more in front of me, I looked at the time on my phone once more, and now it was 2:07 that now meant $70.

The door of my car and Travis jumped inside it, his first action was to completely inhale the disgusting smell inside the car, after that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, After that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, but in one movement I moved his old, ugly face away from me.

-You know the rules Travis, first I want the bills-

He extended one of my hands while he took out his wallet and extended a small wad of cash. In one quick movement, I snatched the bills from him and began to count them one by one while a nervous expression formed on the real Travis's face.

-Are you fucking with me? Only $500? -

There was nothing left of the old confident Travis, the confident, outgoing boy had disappeared, in his place there was only a perverted faggot who paid me for a few minutes of my attention due to swap syndrome. When we swapped our bodies, I thought I would get rid of him to always, but this pathetic middle-aged man was clinging to me like a leech trying to get close to me with his twisted homosexual intentions. I didn't really care what he did with my old body, but I thought I could make some money a month by squeezing every penny of this situation.

-Please! Just, just 5 minutes! I had to pay this month's rent and my landlord told me that if I was late another month he would throw me out on the street.-

I rolled my eyes as Travis the bitch kept giving me stupid excuses about how hard it was to find a good job now that he was a middle-aged man and he was tired all the time from working so much.

-Okay, just shut your fucking mouth.-

I put my hand on his head and pushed him into one of my hairy pits and choked his nose with the sour sweat that was collecting in my armpits. The initial struggle quickly turned into pleasure, I could feel Tyler's breathing slow. He shook until he filled his lungs, his mouth savored the curly hairs of my armpit and sucked up the small drops of sweat with his dirty tongue as if he had crossed a desert.

Tyler's small hands slid to his crotch and he began to frantically massage his cock over his pants, occasionally Tyler would move away from my armpit to get some air and lick my muscular arms with his disgusting sticky tongue, I watched as they passed minutes on my cell phone and before 5 minutes had passed, Tyler's small wrinkled cock soiled his pants with semen.

I pushed Tyler away and a satisfied smile formed on Tyler's face, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the addictive experience he had just experienced, a few hairs from my armpit had stuck to his face and a stain of sweat had formed on the collar of his shirt.

I didn't have time for this, this experience had made me horny, I wanted to unload the enormous amount of cum that wanted to escape from my huge hairy balls, but the disgusting man next to me was not worthy of this...nor did I have another $500

I extended one of my long, muscular arms and opened the door of my luxurious sports car.

-Now get out bitch, see you next week-

As soon as I clean every trace of Tyler from my car, I'll call some of my girls, so I can fill their pussies with my beautiful, hot seed.

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greatphantomarbiter · 27 days ago

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“Grainger… Michael.”

The voice was unfamiliar with a thick accent that butchered his name

“Who the hell are you?!”

Mike spun around, clutching the towel at his waist. His heart raced. Standing just a few feet away was a man naked just like him watching him intently

“What the—how did you even get in here!!” Mike barked, his mind scrambling

His eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together how this man had gotten in. The shower room was part of a restricted military facility and secured. No one was supposed to be here, let alone a man he didn’t recognize

The stranger smirked. He looked smaller than Mike but carried himself like he wasn’t the least bit worried. He said something in Chinese, his tone mocking, “Calm down, American. Is this how you welcome a guest? How very rude of you.”

Mike’s stomach dropped. He didn’t need to understand the words to know this guy wasn’t friendly. His instincts kicked in, and he dove for his locker, yanking it open to grab his gun. But before he could reach it, the man moved fast

“HELP!” Mike yelled, hoping someone would hear, but the sound of his voice just echoed back at him. He swung a fist at the intruder, landing a solid hit on his jaw

Nothing. The guy didn’t even flinch

“Shit!!”

Zhao smiled, almost like he was enjoying this. Mike tried again, throwing his weight into another punch, but Zhao side stepped it and grabbed his wrist. Before Mike could react, he was slammed onto the cold tile floor

“Pathetic.”

Mike gritted his teeth, struggling to push the guy off

“What do you want?!”

Zhao didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his ass and pulled out a small device, no bigger than a pack of gum. It was a chip device thingy. He pinned Mike down with one hand and pressed the device into Mike’s palm

“What the!” Mike shouted, trying to twist away

And the device clicked

Before Mike could react, the device activated. A searing jolt of electricity surged through his body. His muscles locked up, his scream caught in his throat. The stranger’s body convulsed too, but his expression remained focused

Suddenly, a strange glow emanated from their foreheads, green from Zhao, blue from Mike. The glowing orbs seemed to ripple and pulse before detaching, moving toward each other

Mike’s eyes widened as the green light sank into him. At the same time, the blue light left his body and disappeared into Zhao

“No!! Stop!”

Mike shouted, his voice trembling. He felt like his mind was being yanked out of his body. A second later, everything went black

When Mike came to, he was on the floor, gasping for air. But something was wrong. His hands… his muscles… his hair… it wasn’t his

He looked up and saw his own face staring back at him. The stranger was standing there, wearing Mike’s body like a new suit

“What… what the hell did you do?!”

Mike’s voice cracked—but it wasn’t his voice. It was unfamiliar and panicked

Zhao in Mike’s body took a deep breath, steadying himself. He adjusted his posture, rolling his shoulders as if testing out his new form. A smug grin spread across his face as he looked down at his hands (Mike’s hands)

“I knew it will work!” he said in perfect English

The door burst open, and a group of soldiers stormed in, guns drawn

“What happened?!” one of them barked

Zhao in Mike’s body straightened up. “Sir! There was an intruder! He somehow breached the perimeter.” he said, pointing to Mike, now stuck in Chinese man’s body

“I don’t know how the hell he got in, but I stopped him.”

The soldiers glanced down at the naked, disoriented man

Mike tried to speak, but the words came out in frantic Chinese.

“No! Wait! Thats—That’s not me! I’m Mike!”

The soldiers didn’t understand him. One of them grabbed his arms and pinned him down against their strength

“Take him to holding!” the commander ordered

“Yes sir!” another soldier said, rushing out

Mike thrashed, shouting in Chinese, but it was no use. They dragged him away, his shouts echoing down the hall

“No!! That’s not me! I’m Mike! He’s the intruder!!”

Mike’s cries grew desperate as he was dragged away. Zhao fully in Mike’s body watched with a smug expression

“You alright?” one of the soldiers asked him.

“Yeah..” Zhao said, “Thanks for showing up you guys came in the right time.”

“Next time, don’t shower alone. Can’t believe you took that guy on by yourself.”

“Yeah” he nodded

His new, all-American white cock was twitching and excited the whole time. He was ecstatic about how he managed to pull off Mike's identity in front of everyone

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Once the room was finally empty, Zhaoleaned himself on the mirror with a satisfied smile catching admiring his reflection. He ran his fingers through his blond hair, flexed his much bigger and muscled pecs and smiled darkly. He picked up the device, popped it into his mouth

He glanced down at his new, hard, and excited cock

“Guess I’ll take care of this first~” he said with a chuckle before stroking his new cock

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greatphantomarbiter · 27 days ago

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Mix 13: A Geeky Bulk

Anonymous asked:

I am a chubby and hairy American Guy who is a little on the geeky side of life. I love Jamar Pusch's pecs and how he can make them bounce. Could you merge us please?

For the uninitiated, for those going the natural route of being big & cut at the same time comes in two cycles; the bulk and the cut.

The bulk is when the user focuses on gaining mass, and that means an big calorie intake. That means covering that coveted slab of visible muscles; the abs. But while they join the population of bears, the muscles, when paired with exercise, encourages muscle growth with the building blocks just sitting there.

The cut? Think of it as revealing the results. You go in the opposite direction on calorie & fatty intake and bask in the results. Continuous use of this basic method is how the skinny kid becomes the long lost cousin of Captain America.

Here is one dude who does this:

Jamar Pusch.

Worked his butt off to get that look. You would swear that he was sculpted rather than built up.

Unbeknownst to himself, he is the target of that infamous group we call the prowlers. In this case, a father who wants to give was Jamar has to his wimpy son. You would think that with all the money in the world that he could just pay for the best trainers & dieticians, but many wealthy people can be illogical & demanding.

He procured a bottle of red liquid. All he has to do is pour on the target, and have the one who attends to assimilate touch them.

Jamar is finishing a typical photo-shoot, the best result will go on his Instagram, the rest to whoever he dms. The man is looking for love like the rest us.

His shoot has been infiltrated, a couple of payments here & there under the table, and the father and son arrive to the location using the new info. There are other people there admiring the modern day Adonis. The duo poses as fans. The event concludes, and Jamar goes to a trailer he rented for use for a nearby music cultural event, and the duo follows him.

There is a knock on the door. He opens and sees the father & son standing there gleaming. The son has a nervous energy about him, but Jamar pushes this away as a nervous fan. He beckons them into his trailer for a private supervised one on one meet & greet, and they obliged him.

The father was more excited than the son. Maybe the son was just getting introduced to this world to inspire him to workout? How fatherly.

Unknown to all three of them, a third fan was just out of earshot in the area. He saw this as an opportunity, goes to the trailer as well. The door is unlocked. He goes in, but what he sees angers & shocks him.

Jamar sits the pair down and offers them drinks.

They accept.

The father sees this as his chance.

He uncorks the bottle and splashes the contents on Jamar. He turns around to protest, but soon he freezes up like a statue. The only thing he could do is plead & scream in protest.

"I must thank you Mr. Pusch, I appreciate what you are about to do for my son. He is about to go to college, and I find he will have a better time if he can "hang" with the physically gifted type. Tell me, what sports are you into," he asked in a jubilant manner that turned stern.

His son looked nervous. The father glanced over with a frown at his son.

"Hopefully you will give him your confidence too, I tried so hard to instill courage into him, but his mother may have babied him a bit too much. No matter, let's get this over with," he said.

"Charlie, go shake Mr. Pusch's hand," he said.

The young man walked over silently. Jamar tried his best to move but couldn't. He then saw something. Hope.

The silent fan who came over saw all of this in the trailer. His mouth was agape. Was Jamar about to get kidnapped or worse killed? His anger took over. He dropped his phone that he was going to use to get pictures, and ran over to the father.

The shock of an intruder made the father's heart stop and blood freeze. Was he caught by security? The person coming over was a large man after all. By the time he registered to do something else and than wish for laser beam eyes, he was knocked over.

The son too was shocked at this. He moved his hand away from Jamar, and turned to his father.

Truth be told, he didn't want to change like this. He didn't want to steal someone else's body to appease his father or anyone else for that matter. If he was going to change, it was going to be on his terms. What Charlie wanted to do right now was save his father.

He found his courage.

He ran over, and with an adrenaline boost peeled the large man off his father and shoved him away. But he pushed him in the direction of Jamar.

He crashed into Jamar, and it began.

Surprisingly, Jamar didn't fall over or collapse. He just sort of absorbed the impact. For the large fan, it was like jumping into a combination of marshmallow & quicksand. His body sinked further into Jamar until all there was left was just Jamar.

Jamar cocked his head back & began to shift.

Mentally, Jamar was in this fan's head space. He was getting assimilated by him. Jamar & this fan talked it out. Explaining things from their perspective and then uniting under one cause of escaping from these crazy people. Jamar also convinced him to let him drive the wheel. He sensed that whatever was happening was a done deal, and he would be better steered to handle whatever they are about to become. The mind space inverted. They were in Jamar's mind. The fan broke down into confetti and merged into Jamar. It was time to kick some ass.

In flipping the mind merge, Jamar was able to reverse the physical merge process. The fan would upgrade him.

He let out a soft moan. His body began to quiver & shudder.

His skin grew softer as layers of fat grew all over.

"Hmm."

A warmth washed over stomach, each wave an inch of fat covering his abs.

There was rustling in his pants. His rod grew longer and strained against the tight pants. He grunted and then chuckled.

His neck bulged out & his head lengthened.

His facial features shifted, bigger eyes, smaller lips. A slightly more upturned nose. He kept his ears. His hair shortened.

He took on a darker skin tone as well, but soon after hair began to grow throughout his body.

He opened his eyes. The father & son were shocked by what they saw.

The father snapped out and commanded Charlie to touch the fused Jamar, but nothing happened. One pair per dose, and the father used all of it in one go.

He gave the father a beating. He had to change himself and consume someone else because some jack rabbit of a father wanted a shortcut. Security came in after seeing the trailer move a bit, and apprehended the pair.

The father was charged with attempted kidnapping later on.

The son wasn't a total wash and Jamar would mentor the young man.

As for Jamar, his life trajectory changed. The fan that saved him, was a part of him now, imparted some interesting interests. With the connections he built up, Jamar went into acting; doing mo-cap & voice acting for video games, one of which involved a galaxy far far away. He is having a blast too:

In time Jamar would deal with layers on his stomach. He has been here before many times. He just fast tracked a bulk cycle. Time for the cut.

Wait, did that water bottle move by itself?

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greatphantomarbiter · 27 days ago

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All For The Family - Part I

That was the only part of his job that Brian dislike, even though it was necessary. To justify what he had to do, he told himself those folks deserved it, that they should’ve been more careful with their own bills and the loans they took out, and paid their mortgage right. It wasn’t his fault. He was just there to deliver the truth they were probably expecting anyway. He tried to adopt a “don’t shoot the messenger” attitude while also showing he felt for their situation, even though he still had to do his job. That rarely worked in the two years he’d been doing that gig, and this time was no different. The blonde 24 years old man, rockin' a sharp suit that fit him like a glove on his skinny frame paired with his glasses, he was supposed to look classy and confident. Which clearly didn’t have the intended effect on the crowd he was facing. Standing in front of him with his arms crossed and a look on his face like he just sucked on a lemon was the biggest man Brian had ever seen in his life.

“You gotta understand, Mr. Abernathy, that the promissory note’s overdue again. If you don’t cough up the cash, the bank won’t have any choice but to foreclose and take your land to auction.”

“I get it, kid, but it seems like you’re the one refusing to understand. Tomorrow, I’m getting another hand to help with the harvest, and we’ll pay up all the back dues and even get ahead on a few!”

“Mr. Abernathy… Roy, can I call you Roy?” Brian asked with a smile he hoped was friendly and not showing the frustration he felt at that moment.

“My friends call me Roy, kid; you ain’t my friend.”

Brian let out a sigh at that response and decided to drop the pleasantries, taking a more hard-nosed approach.

“Well, Mr. Abernathy, I hate to break it to you, but if that promise of yours doesn’t pan out, I’m afraid that come the first of next month, you and your family are gonna have to vacate this property.”

“Save your worries for yourself, kid, while you hightail it off my land, ‘cause for now, I’m the one who decides who comes and goes around here.”

“If you weren’t planning on negotiating at all, why’d you make me drive all the way out here?”

“‘Cause there are some things that need to be said and done face-to-face, son.”

“Well, next time, just call me if you got something important to say!”

With a huff, Brian turned his back on the older, muscular man and headed toward the sports car parked behind the big barn that flanked the simple but well-kept farmhouse.

As he watched the kid walk away, unaware of the wave of golden sparks emanating from him, Roy murmured to himself, “Next time we talk, you’ll take whatever I say as important, boy!” He said, flashing a wide grin before turning to a figure that was approaching. “Is it done?” he asked, his smile widening at the answer.

That spat with the Abernathy family patriarch left Brian pissed off. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought that it might be through his work that those folks would lose everything. At the same time, he knew that if it were his older brother knocking on that door, dressed in his cop uniform, the treatment would’ve been a whole lot different. Of course, he could never pull off Lucas's job. Lost in those gloomy thoughts, he took a while to realize that the gas tank he filled up that very morning was nearly empty, and it was only when a beeping alert rang out that he noticed.

“Damn, how is this possible?” he exclaimed to the empty car as he pulled over to the side of the road and weighed his options. Looking at his cell, he found he was out of signal. The nearest town was miles away. The only option left...

“Damn!” he yelled again, getting out of the car and shrugging off his suit jacket, heading toward the Abernathy’s place, wondering what kind of reception he was gonna get. No matter how much empathy he might have started to feel for those folks, it surely wouldn’t be mutual. Halfway to the farm, the already bad situation took a turn for the worse when rain started pouring down, soaking Brian's expensive clothes.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he was being punished by some higher power for doing that job, and he was sure of it when he ran smack into the person he needed but didn’t want to see: Roy Abernathy in all his bulk! He was standing in front of an old Ford pickup, arms crossed again, but this time with a grin that Brian would’ve usually taken for some petty celebration, but at that moment it seemed to him to have more sincerity than he was used to seeing from “clients.” The man was with someone who could only be his son, given the huge resemblance between the two. Those behemoths made for a frightening sight for Brian, leaving him speechless. However, he didn’t even get a chance to speak, as Roy started the conversation for him.

“Looks like you need a little help, son. Where’s your fancy car?”

“I… the gas…”

“Oh, I get it; it’s real reckless to be out here with an empty tank.” The man said, still grinning, and Brian initially felt like he was just saying that to mess with him. But quickly, a small voice in the back of his mind disagreed; the Abernathys weren’t stingy like that. That new, dissenting voice made him hold his tongue and respond more calmly than expected.

“I don’t know what happened; I left town with a full tank. And… I… um… I’ll need some help, yeah.”

“Sorry, son, what was that?”

“I said I need help, if you could… please?!” He replied louder, though he was pretty sure the man heard him.

“Of course I can help, son. Out here, we all pitch in, no matter who you are.” Another jab, and once again something made Brian hold back; he deserved that treatment, the little voice said, and he would take it like a man, like the man he was. Roy smiled again, apparently noticing that the young man was holding back from snapping back.

“Thanks, sir. Now, if you could just follow me to the car and get me some gas…”

“No, son, you’re soaked through. Let RJ and me take care of that; you go to my house and talk to my wife; she’ll get you some dry clothes and a hot meal.”

“I’d rather go to my car…”

“No arguments, kid; do what I said!” Roy replied, his face turning serious.

“I… I… fine!” Brian said, biting back his anger and trudging down the road.

“That one’s a bit rough around the edges.” RJ commented to his dad as he watched Brian walk away.

“Oh, but he’s starting to behave, and there’s nothing wrong with him being a little rough, son, as long as he uses that attitude in the right way…”

“Dad, are you sure? This mumbo jumbo sounds crazy… and the risk we took, messing with that guy’s car. What if he noticed?”

“What are the odds a guy like that knows how to handle a car, Junior? At least for now.”

“Dad, what you’re talking about doing… it’s impossible…”

“Son, you’re gonna have to trust me on this; believe me, it’s already started. Tomorrow at this time, we’ll have the help we need and one heartless drone less in the world.”

“But how? How can you be sure? Have you done this before?” The young man asked.

“No, Junior, I haven’t.” Roy replied, looking quite uncomfortable and avoiding eye contact with his son. “But since you apparently doubt your old man’s word, maybe you should trust your own eyes; take a quick look now, and you’ll see something unique.”

“What the hell? What is that, Dad?” The boy asked, seeing the golden sparks surrounding the man who walked, seemingly unaware of anything strange.

“That, my boy, is the solution to our problems; now hurry up.”

As father and son climbed into the old pickup, an oblivious Brian, unaware of their plans for him, arrived at the farmhouse door. The moment he raised a hand to knock, the door swung open suddenly, and he found himself facing a beautiful woman with bronzed skin and black hair streaked with gray, whose age he couldn’t quite pin down, though he knew she was Abernathy’s wife. The woman looked at him with a warm face that, for some unknown reason, sent a shiver down his spine.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A lost kitten? How can I help you, sugar?”

“Um… I’m sorry, ma’am. I… Mr. Abernathy told me to come here and… hum… change clothes while he looks at my car.”

“You’re soaked, poor thing! Come on in, come on in. I’ll ask Debra to get you some of RJ’s clothes. Be a good boy and wait right here; I don’t want my carpet all wet!” The woman said in a whirlwind, pulling him inside the house and leaving him standing at the threshold. Brian, for his part, had to control himself not to run back out into the rain, as something urged him to get out of that place as fast as possible. Holding himself back, he waited until the woman returned with a young girl about his age, just as pretty as the mother, in a floral dress.

“Debra will take you to RJ’s room; you can dry off and wear some of his clothes until the boys bring your car back. Meanwhile, I’ll whip up some dinner; a big boy like you must eat as much as my husband and son!”

“I… actually…” Brian started, but he gave up announcing his intention to leave as fast as possible upon receiving a look from Mrs. Abernathy that simultaneously showed expectation and reprimand. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Great, now let’s go, let’s go! You’re soaking my carpet!”

Brian followed Debra up to one of the rooms on the second floor of the house. Upon entering, he was surprised to find it was a double room. Did the Abernathy kids, brother and sister, share the same room?

“I’ve set aside some of RJ’s clothes for you; they might be a bit big, but at least they’re dry.” The girl said, smiling between the two beds in the room. Brian couldn’t help but ask.

“You sleep here with your brother?”

“God, no, eww! That bed’s for my other brother!”

“I didn’t know that… wait… there’s no record of the Abernathys having another kid in the paperwork given to the bank!”

“Shhh… relax; there’s no need to stress about that, it’s not important. You city folks with your data, your records, your… contracts. Life is so much more than that, you know? So why don’t you chill for a bit, dry off, and head down? Dad’s gonna want to talk to you.” The girl replied and left the room, leaving a very confused Brian behind. He was still pondering the family’s strange behavior as he undressed and wondered what the hell Roy Abernathy would want to talk to him about. He wasn’t fooling himself thinking it could be something good for his job, not after the confrontation they had just had.

After drying off and getting ready to put on RJ's much larger clothes, the little intrusive voice invaded his mind again. Whatever Roy had to say was important, and he should listen and obey, just like he always had. Before his mind could fight back against that, a beam of golden sparks emanated from his body, and both the intrusive voice and the need to resist it vanished from Brian's mind. In fact, all thoughts disappeared. He couldn't tell how long he stood there, just breathing, with his mind blank of thoughts or worries.

He only returned to reality when someone caught his attention.

“What are you doing just standing there, brother?” A deep voice asked, startling him awake. Turning quickly, Brian found himself face to face with Abernathy’s son, RJ. He’d only seen him briefly on the road, but now he was just a few inches away. RJ lacked the bulk of his father, but that didn’t mean he was small. On the contrary, he was a strong guy, a year or two older than Brian, with a muscular, hairy chest on display. Looking at that figure, Brian felt a strange sensation wash over him, a kind of bond between him and this stranger; it wasn’t sexual, it was something… brotherly, maybe? He knew he’d felt that before, but couldn’t remember when or with whom. As absurd as it was, it was like this guy in front of him was someone very important.

“Earth to you, bro! Get some clothes on and let’s eat; Dad’s waiting.”

“I… uh… yeah.” Brian replied, hurrying to put on the clothes that were lying next to him.

“You coming?” He asked, wanting to stretch the time spent with the other man, even though he didn’t know why.

“Nah, I already ate; I’m gonna crash here. We’ll talk later and figure out how to fix your car!”

“Car?”

“Dude, you really are in another dimension, eat your food, talk to dad, I’ll be waiting!”

Brian headed downstairs and made his way to the kitchen, not even questioning how he knew which way to go, while trying to pin down that feeling of connection to someone he’d just met. As he reached the kitchen door, he found Roy Abernathy sitting alone at a large dining table piled high with food, looking serious and pensive. Brian instinctively stopped at the door, watching the older man. Strangely, all the animosity he’d felt toward the man had vanished, and revisiting his feelings, even the fear he refused to admit existed was different now; it wasn’t fear of violence, but a hefty dose of respect, with a healthy hint of dread. He didn’t even have time to try to figure out what had changed, as Abernathy spotted him and broke into a smile.

“Come on in and grab a bite, son, don’t just stand there like a deer in headlights!” The man said, and while part of Brian’s mind told him he should be anger by that comment, a now dominant part made him smile shyly and head over to the table.

“Excuse me, sir!” He said politely and respectfully.

“Sure thing, son, make yourself at home; things here are simple but done right.”

“Thanks, sir.” Brian replied, serving himself a bit of everything on the table, ending up with a plate piled high, which seemed to please his host.

“That’s a plate fit for a real man!”

“Sorry, Mr. Abernathy; it all looks so good and…”

“No need to apologize, son; that’s a compliment you’re giving my wife’s cooking. And you can call me Roy. That’s what my friends call me.”

Hearing that sparked something in Brian’s mind, some kind of half-forgotten memory, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall it… if he can’t remember it must not be important, right? So, he opted to eat all that delicious food, smiling, again oblivious to the shower of golden sparks surrounding him. But Roy Abernathy couldn’t help but notice, making his smile grow even wider.

Brian devoured the food like he hadn’t eaten in days, time slipping by without him realizing it. He only stopped eating when his belly stretched the elastic of RJ’s shorts, which was no small feat since the man was much stronger than him. Satisfied, he let out a loud burp.

“Burrrpp… sorry, Mr. Abernathy.”

“Once again, that’s a compliment to my wife’s fine cooking, kid; and I already told you, my friends call me Roy.”

“Thanks, Roy… you… you all didn’t have to do this for me, not after… after…”

“After what, son?” Roy asked, with an apparently innocent look.

“After… after…” after what? What did I do to Abernathy? I can’t remember… something about work… my job. “… my job.” Brian mumbled.

“Kid, just ‘cause you’re gonna work for me doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop treating you like a guest.” Roy replied with a smile, sending a shock through Brian’s mind. That information couldn’t be true… or could it? He tried to remember his job, but nothing came to mind; he had gone to college and studied… what? He couldn’t recall. But he knew his job had given him the means to buy the clothes he liked and the car… yeah, his car! There was something about his car.

“And my car…?”

“Oh, right, tomorrow you and RJ can figure out how to fix it. But I gotta tell you, son, there’s only so much an old car can take!”

“Old…? no, no!”

“Oh, I know young folks prefer the term classic, but still… anyway… if I were you, I’d save up for a good reliable pickup, kid! Now head on up; I’m sure you and RJ will want to talk before bed, but tomorrow the day starts bright and early around here.”

“I… I… Roy… there’s something… something…” Brian started as he stood up and headed for the door, unable to finish. He wanted to say there was something weird, something wrong, but he couldn’t.

“Something you wanna tell me, son?”

“Yeah… Mr. Abernathy… Roy…” He struggled to find the right words to express how he felt. “… thanks again!” That was what he finally said, with a fresh wave of golden sparks surrounding him, and any doubt about what he was doing there vanished.

“Thank me with hard work, son; now go to your room.”

Feeling a bit dazed, Brian climbed the stairs and reached the room he shared with RJ. The other man was lying down, apparently asleep, which left Brian feeling a bit down.

He couldn't say why, but he felt the urge to talk to RJ; somehow, he felt like the other man was a special friend he hadn't spoken to in a long time, though that didn't make any sense. He hardly knew the guy; they had barely exchanged words since they met that day... or was it the day his father hired Brian? And when was that? Brian sat on the bed, trying to sort out his thoughts and calm the strange feeling that had taken over him since his car broke down on the road. And why was he on the road if he had gone to the Abernathys to work? He couldn't get very far with those thoughts, as apparently, his movements had woken RJ, who quickly sat up in bed.

“Hey, brother, why didn’t you let me know you were in the room?”

“I didn’t want to wake you; didn’t wanna bother you…”

“Man, it ain’t no bother! We gotta talk about your car, figure out what we’re gonna do!”

“Your dad thinks I should sell it and save up for a pickup!”

“Bro, no way! Dad’s a great guy, but for him, if something ain’t useful for work, it ain’t worth a damn. He’s forgotten what it’s like being a guy our age. And selling a 1969 Ford Mustang? The king of American muscle cars? Only if you’re crazy! I figured with a car like that, you’d know how to appreciate a classic!��

“I… uh… I just didn’t wanna offend your dad, with him being my boss and all…”

“Dude, just be straight with him, and he’ll get it… and forget about the boss stuff… you’re sleeping in his son’s room; you can bet he sees you as more than just an employee.”

“Thanks…” Brian replied awkwardly.

“Come on, enough of that; you’re gonna work with me, hell, you’re sharing a room with me, brother! No need for all that formal junk.” RJ said, grinning before giving Brian a scrutinizing look and asking, “Bro, do you lift?”

“Uh, no… I’ve never been much for working out…”

“So how you ended up working on a farm??”

“Uh… I… went to college… I think, and… I don’t remember…”

“Chill out, brother, I’m just teasing you!But seriously, if you wanna work around here, you gotta pack on some serious muscle.” RJ said, casually scratching his powerful pecs and biceps, making Brian, who had never cared about that kind of thing, feel mesmerized.

“You think… you think I can get as big as you or your dad?” Why was he asking that???

“Ha, dude, nobody’s as big as my dad, and getting to my size is a good journey, but the beauty of the thing is just that, brother; you never settle for the size you are, and I bet with the right training and all the farm work, soon you won’t even recognize yourself.” Hearing that reply filled Brian with a level of contentment he never thought possible.

But before he could try to understand why, RJ went back to talking about cars, and soon the two were discussing their favorite classic models and what they’d do with Brian’s old Mustang. Their conversation flowed like they’d known each other for years and was only interrupted when a very serious Roy Abernathy opened the bedroom door and told the two to hit the hay already, like a couple of mischievous kids being schooled by their dad. Somehow, that thought was comforting to Brian, who quickly fell asleep after Roy turned off the lights and left the room.

He was in a strange place; it looked like a gym. There was a young, skinny but strong guy, as blonde as he was, staring at him. After a few seconds, he realized he was standing in front of a mirror and smiled.

As he dreamed of that, Brian smiled in his sleep on the bed in Roy Junior’s room, his shirt pulled off during the night without him realizing, and golden sparks surrounding him as he moved around happily, unaware that someone was watching him.

“Sleep tight, little brother, ‘cause tomorrow’s when things are really gonna get interesting!”

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Timeline Converger - Beta Test 3

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Rho Kappa: Filling the Frat

Part 3:

Part 2

Part 1

Alejo strode into the fraternity house with Juan in tow, the door creaking shut behind them. The frat house was a place of barely contained chaos—half-naked dudes lounging around, the faint smell of sweat and testosterone hanging in the air. The place was a shrine to everything Alejo wanted: muscle, dominance, and loyalty to the house.

As they entered the main room, two of Alejo’s fraternity brothers were chilling on the couch, deep in conversation but immediately turning their attention to Alejo and his new recruit.

C.J. was the first to speak, his tall frame stretching out lazily across the couch. The dude was a beast, all lean muscle packed into a tight tank top and skinny jeans that clung to his legs like a second skin. His Indonesian complexion gleamed under the dim lighting, and he gave Alejo a sly grin, his eyes flicking up and down Juan like he was sizing up a fresh piece of meat. “Yo, Alejo. This the fresh meat you’ve been talking about?”

Next to him, Evan snickered, dressed in nothing but a pair of American flag short shorts, showing off his tan skin and ridiculous amount of leg. He had that laid back goofy energy, his hair messy, and his smile too wide. “Dude, I didn’t know you were bringin’ him over today. He looks… uh… confused.”

Alejo smirked and gave Juan a quick slap on the back, pushing him forward. “Yeah, bro. Fresh meat, alright. But don’t worry—he’s gonna be ready soon. Just gotta go over some shit.” He winked at C.J. and Evan. “Give me a sec with him. Be ready when we get back yeah?”

Juan shifted on his feet, still a bit dazed from all the changes, but the dumb grin hadn’t left his face. He glanced at the two frat bros, clearly not understanding everything they were saying, but eager to please nonetheless. “Uh… hola,” he muttered, his thick accent making the word sound clumsy. He raised his arm to wave, showing off the black pit hair he had grown almost 10 minutes ago. " You ready uh, study yes?"

C.J. and Evan exchanged knowing smirks, both clearly interested in what Alejo had planned for Juan. “We’ll be waitin’, big guy,” C.J. said, giving Juan a once-over with a raised eyebrow.

“Don' keep us waiting fuck boy,” Evan added, already imagining the finished product.

Alejo nodded and led Juan down the hallway toward a back bedroom. As they entered, Alejo closed the door behind them, the room dimly lit with a single mood lamp hanging overhead. The bed was unmade, and the air smelled faintly of sweat and cologne—just the way Alejo liked it. A full lenght mirror sat in the corner, along with a handfull of dumbells. He motioned for Juan to sit down on the bed, and Juan did as he was told, his body instinctively obeying, even if his mind was still catching up.

Alejo laned against the door frame, standing in front of him with that cocky smirk still plastered on his face. “Alright, hermano,” Alejo said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re almost done. But there are a few rules you gotta know if you’re gonna be part of this frat. And these rules? They’re not optional, bro. You feel me?”

Juan blinked up at Alejo, confused but eager. “Sí… claro, Alejo, I here to learn.” he muttered, his thickly accented voice full of admiration.

Alejo crossed his arms, flexing his biceps as he spoke, his voice slow and commanding. “So, first thing’s first, bro. You’re gonna be livin’ here, right? And we’re all about brotherhood in this house. We don’t care about what youre into—everyone’s cool. But most of the guys here? They bat for the other team. Gay as hell, like you”

Juan’s brow furrowed at that, something in him flickering with confusion. “Yo… I’m not… gay, Alejo. I think…”

Alejo chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Nah, bro. You’re definitely gay. Don’t try to hide that shit. You’ve always been into dudes, remember? Especially big, fuckin’ hung ones like me. Don’t fuckin’ lie to yourself, compa. You know you want it.”

The words slithered into Juan’s mind, wrapping around his thoughts. He blinked a few times, struggling to remember… but Alejo’s voice was too strong, too convincing. His memories began to shift, rewiring themselves as Alejo’s commands took root.

Alejo watched as suddenly, juans past made sense. He’d always been attracted to men. He could see it now—flashes of locker rooms, lingering glances, those times he’d been too shy to act on what he really wanted. No, not shy. He was proud of it. Proud of his desires, his body, his uncontrollable urges. Man it was good to see Jack finally become the bro Alejo envisioned.

His lips parted, and a dumb, eager smile crept across his face. “Sí… sí, Alejo… I… I always… like�� hombres.”

Alejo’s smirk deepened, satisfied with how easily Juan’s mind shifted under his control. “Fuckin’ right you do, bro. No need to hide it. Not from me. You’ve always been one of the boys. And now? Now you’re gonna fit right the fuck in.”

As Juan’s memories continued to warp, his body followed suit. His lips grew fuller, plumper, like they were made for kissing and teasing, a permanent sultry curve now etched into his expression. And then, as if to punctuate the transformation, a shiny bull nose ring appeared, gleaming under the dim light of the room. Juan reached up to touch it, his fingers brushing against the cool metal, a confused frown flashing briefly across his face before vanishing into that same eager grin.

Alejo stepped back, admiring his work. “Shit, bro, you’re lookin’ fuckin’ hot. But there’s another thing you gotta understand. In this house? What happens here stays here. Especially since I know how much you love showin’ off for the boys. You love getting felt up dont you? Flexin’ for them And shit. And don’t even get me started on ‘helpin’ them out.’ You sure know how to take dick man." He winked

Juan’s eyes glazed over for a moment, his body tensing up before relaxing into a slow, almost sensual grin. He blinked a few times as Alejo’s words sank deep into his mind, rewiring his desires, making them feel as though they’d always been there. He could see it now—how much he loved to flirt with the bros, to show off his Adonis body to bend over and take it like the submissive bottom he’d always been. His body responded to the thought, his posture shifting into something more flirtatious, more eager to please.

“I… sí, I love… showing off,” Juan murmured, his voice thick with need. “Love… helping out… sucking…”

Alejo grinned wide, reaching over to give Juan’s thick chest a squeeze, his fingers digging into the firm, sweaty muscle. “Fuckin’ right, bro. You’re perfect for this house. But there’s one last thing. You can’t just be struttin’ around here naked, not yet. You gotta at least wear some kind of underwear ‘til the pledges are used to papi.”

The moment the words left Alejo’s mouth, Juan’s clothes shimmered, reality warping once again. His baggy, cheap clothes were replaced with nothing but a tight red speedo, clinging to his ass and showing off every inch of his perfeft body. His chest was bare now, sweat glistening across his pecs, and two shiny silver nipple rings appeared, accentuating his perfect tits.

Juan’s eyes widened as he glanced down at himself, his lips curling into a flirtatious grin as he flexed his pecs, showing off for Alejo without a second thought. " Jaja, you like what you see bro?"

Alejo gave him an approving nod, stepping forward to give Juan’s chest one last squeeze. “Fuck yeah, big guy. Lookin’ like a goddamn stud. You’re ready.” His fingers rubbed Juans nipples and juan could help but gasp.

Juans hand migrated down to grope his rapidly stretching speedo. “Gracias, papi.” He winked, shamelessly flaunting himself. The new submissive stud for the frat. most of all, for Alejo’s approval.

Alejo laughed, giving Juan a playful smack on the ass. “I fuckin’ love it, bro. Now c’mon, let’s get you back out there. The boys are waitin’.”

He opened the door, and Juan strutted out confidently, groping himself when he entered the main room where C.J. and Evan were still waiting. There they sat on the couch. Smiling, naked, hard, and ready for Juan.

“Holy shit,” C.J. muttered, sitting up straighter. “Dude… Alejo wasn’t kidding. He’s perfect.”

Evan’s grin widened as he leaned back on the couch, his eyes roaming over Juan’s body. “Alejo always delivers. Welcome to the house, papi.”

Juan grinned, walking over to CJ, and rubbing his dick as he walked. He knelt down in front of his new brother and licked his lips. He began teasing CJs cock with his tongue, as Evan stood up behind juan and started to pull down the speedo, releasing the perky ass that was ready to serve the frat.

The lights dimmed slightly, and Juan glanced behind, to see alejo standing by the switch, shirt gone and enjoying the show.

"Welcome to fucking Rho Kappa bro."

He said as his own shorts came off.