jackeddaniels

[jackeddaniels]

Cas, a twenty-year-old Computer Science major, blended into the leafy, tranquil campus like a beige wallflower. His uniform consisted of oversized hoodies, perpetually stained sweatpants, and thick-rimmed glasses that magnified eyes glued to lines of code. Weekends were spent in the dimly lit computer lab, fueled by instant ramen and the glow of multiple monitors. Girls were an abstract concept, a theoretical variable he'd never quite managed to debug in the real world. His friends, equally nerdy and socially awkward, were his digital tribe.

One Thursday afternoon, while mindlessly scrolling through his phone during a particularly tedious lecture on algorithms, a notification buzzed.

*bzzt bzzt*

It was a text from an unknown number. He almost ignored it, mistaking it for spam, but the first line that popped in the notification snagged his attention. "Tired of being a beta, Cas?"

As he clicked the message, it's a long text that quite simply put.....jarring, offensive, and sounds like something that comes out from the particular corner of the internet that people thought dudes like Cas subscribed to

“You think this is all you deserve? Skinny arms, hunched shoulders, living in the digital shadows? Bullshit. You’re a white, all-American Alpha male. It’s your birthright to dominate. To take what’s yours. To conquer. Pussy is yours for the taking. It’s your reward. Liberals are weak, fags are pathetic, socialism is cancer. Real men build empires, not safe spaces. Imagine: Steel cut biceps, a chest that screams masculinity, the confidence to take any woman you desire. That's your true self, buried under layers of soy and self-doubt. It’s time to claim your birthright. Just accept it. Embrace what's right and you approve this message,"

As Cas finished reading, a peculiar tingling sensation spread through his body as his head started to spin. It started in his fingertips, then surged up his arms, across his chest, and down his legs. His clothes felt suddenly… constricting. He glanced down. The baggy sweater seemed to shrink-wrap around newly defined pecs and biceps. His sweatpants, once loose and comfortable, now strained against thicker thighs. His posture straightened, shoulders broadening, neck thickening. Even his face felt different as his jawline hardening, the soft, almost cherubic roundness vanishing in instance.

As the finality of the transformation hit him, he blinked, and his reflection in the phone screen stared back, completely foreign. The thick glasses were gone, replaced by 20/20 vision as if he went through that LASIK surgery he discussed to his parents back during Christmas. His hair, once thin and greasy, was now styled into an effortless slight curl. His posture, gone was the timid slouch; in its place stood a posture radiating an almost predatory confidence as he absent-mindedly checked the set of abs that adorned his torso like an armor. His eyes, previously sparkled with knowledge but filled with anxiety, now held a flinty, assertive glint. He instinctively knew the transformation went beyond just his body, it's something more. A surge of testosterone, or something akin to it, flooded his senses. He felt….....powerful. Angry. Entitled.

He flexed a bicep, a ripple of lean muscle confirming the unbelievable shift. The air around him seemed to crackle with a newfound energy. The leafy, predominantly liberal campus all of a sudden felt like his personal domain, ripe for the taking. A smirk curled his lips. This new reality, this aggressive, dominant persona, felt… right.

Around him, it seems like no one noticed anything weird that one of their kind just transformed into an entity clearly not belonged in a Computer Science major classes. So, without hesitation, a new thought, crass yet compelling, took hold. Maybe it's time to onboard everyone to be on the same page as him then. He opened his class group chat, his fingers now moving with a certainty and speed he'd never possessed. He copied the transformative text, added a casual, "Lol, check this sh*t out," and hit send.

Within seconds, replies started flooding in. "WTF is this, Cas?" then, "Dude, are you serious?" followed by a confused, "Wait… I feel kinda… different?" A flicker of amusement danced in Cas’s eyes as he watched a ripple of confusion, then a dawning understanding, spread through the digital ether. He caught a glimpse of Trey, a lanky classmate, across the classroom, smiling at him with a smug knowing smirk in his now much more handsome, confident face, his fingers about to press "Enter" and spread the chaos further

Leslie, this quiet red-head girl no one would even look twice right behind Mark, abruptly altered to become this fit babe fitting to be fucked by the now handsome jockish Mark. Her once dull, short hair turned into this blonde messy bun, her eyes sparkled a rather antagonistic glint as her clothes turned into a set of alo apparel looking more fitting for a yoga session rather than an algorithmic lecture.

The subtle tremors of transformation had begun. Cas leaned back in his chair, a predator surveying his newly claimed hunting ground, the suggestive, transformative text message now an unseen virus, rewriting the reality of the campus, one insecure nerd at a time.

[jackeddaniels]

Since you love it when people expanded your storyline, please allow me to entertain you about Cas because this is right up my alley @onelinerbust

Something extraordinary happened to me earlier today. As I smugly grin with my roommate to our enhanced reflection in the mirror, my mind wandered to 10 hours ago when that hit me.

My fingers, stained with Cheeto dust and smelling faintly of lukewarm ramen, hammered away at the keyboard, lines of Python code blooming on the screen like digital weeds. The hum of the server rack in the corner was my white noise, the flickering monitor my campfire. This was my life, resident basement dweller in a leafy, aggressively liberal campus more interested in protesting free speech than actually engaging with it.

My world consisted of logic gates, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional awkward conversation with a teaching assistant about why my sorting algorithm was eating up more memory than a browser running Chrome. Social life? Non-existent. Romantic prospects? Laughable. I’d spend my weekends huddled in the dimly lit computer lab, bathed in the cool glow of screens, while the rest of the campus pulsed with parties and… well, whatever else regular college kids did. I wouldn't know. Regular wasn't in my programming.

*bzzzt bzzzt*

Little did I know back then, it was the catalyst. It was a rarity for someone to message me, most of the time people reached me through the more accessible socials, message to my phone number usually ended up as spam. But something – a flicker of boredom, maybe – made me pick it up and unlock it.

The message was long, rambling, and…...weird.

“Cas, wake the fuck up. This is a trick, you are NOT a spineless soyboy. You’re supposed to be a GOD, remember? 🤯 Alpha💪🏻. American 🇺🇸. White 🫵🏻. You have all it takes to become the God that you are destined to be! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸 This is not it! Look at you, pathetic. Remember gridiron glory? Friday night lights? The roar of the crowd as you, Chad ‘The Crusher’ Kensington, leading your team to victory? 🏈🏈🏆 Remember the cheerleaders, their pom-poms a blur, their eyes hungry for you? Remember the taste of victory, the scent of their slick pussy🍑😏, the adoration in their eyes when they kneel to your greatness🍆💦🧠? You deserve it all. It’s your birthright. This woke bullshit campus is trying to neuter you, but deep down, the alpha is still there. Let him out. Unleash the beast 😤👹👹 They want weakness? Show them power. They want equality? Show them hierarchy. They want gentleness? Show them dominance. Go take what's yours, Chad. Grab your crown and spoil, king 👑, you know I'm right and you approve this message! 😤😤

The message was punctuated with emojis – flexing biceps, crowns, American flags, and an unsettling number of suggestive faces. My brow furrowed. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank. Some right-wing troll farm had probably gotten hold of my number. I was about to delete it when a strange warmth spread in my chest. Like a shot of something potent and unfamiliar.

It started small. A tingling in my fingers, then a tightening in my gut, like I'd just downed a gallon of protein shake. My vision sharpened, my glasses become an obstacle so I took it down. The code on the screen, which had been a comforting blur of familiar symbols, now seemed almost… insulting. My shoulders straightened instinctively. I flexed my fingers, and there was…more there. Definitely more. Concerned, I decided to make a dash to the bathroom, trying to relive myself and not disturb the others with my painful groan

As I entered the empty, secluded bathroom, that was when it hit.

It wasn't a slow transition. It was a goddamn reality shift. One second, I was Cas, the hunched-over coder, the next…I trembled on the floor as my body screamed with a new kind of awareness. My skin flushed with heat as it gets tighter, stretched over something hard and defined. Muscles. Real muscles. Not the flabby kind that comes from hauling bags of chips from the store to the dorm. These were….sculpted....powerful, dare I say.

Despite my attempt to look at my surroundings and begging for help, I only let out a weak, pathetic whimper as my gaze dropped to my swelling arms. I ripped off my oversized, stained hoodie, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The skinny, pale limbs I’d known my entire life were gone. It was replaced by thick, corded arms with veins popping under my now tanned, still-white skin. I managed to get some control over my trembling, swelling form, as I pushed myself to stand up. Then, as if a truck just hit me, my reflection stared back from the dirty bathroom mirror

It wasn't me, I thought rightaway, but a painful glitch hit my brain and I relaxed afterward.

The round, soft face was gone. Sharp angles had emerged – a strong jawline, high cheekbones. My eyes, which had always been a bland, watery blue behind thick glasses, were now a piercing, intense steel-grey, framed by this intimidating, darker eyebrows. My boring, unimpressive thin brunette with signs of receding hairline, had thickened, styled into a coiffed, blonde cut that framed my face perfectly. And… holy shit, my chest. I was enamored by the sight of it…defined...yet pillowy too, definitely the kind of pecs that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it for too long

The rest of my torso were equally outstanding, rippling with muscle and power beyond even my wildest imagination. A six-pack, for Christ’s sake! I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling the hard ridges beneath my skin. It felt… alien. And utterly, undeniably amazing.

Below the Adonis belt… well, let’s just say things were… proportionately enhanced. The message hadn't lied. Eight inches? Minimum. This wasn't just a physical transformation. It was…fundamental. A complete rewrite of my being.

And the memories…they flooded in, vivid and visceral, like a lifetime I’d somehow forgotten. Friday night lights. The roar of the crowd. Me, Chad Kensington, throwing a perfect spiral, the ball whistling through the air, finding my receiver in the end zone for the winning touchdown. Cheerleaders chanting my name. The hot press of bodies in the locker room, the smell of sweat and victory. The adoring gazes of girls, lining up for a piece of me.

Chad Kensington. That's me now. That had always been me. And this Cas memory… this weak, nerdy shell, this “Cas,” was just some… aberration. A glitch in the matrix, finally corrected.

A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone pulsed through my veins. I thought to myself, this is power. This is dominance. This is what I was meant to be.

I remembered that I reached down, gripped myself through my sweatpants – they were suddenly too tight, too strained at the seams – and started to stroke hard, the phantom memories of cheering crowds and eager pussy fueling my hand. Chad Kensington, college star. Chad Kensington, panty-dropper extraordinaire. Chad Kensington, alpha male supreme. The image solidified in my mind, burning hot and real. I came hard all over the bathroom, my streak of thick, white cum painted the tiles, the mirror and even coagulated at the sink, the force of it surprising even myself, the false memory of adoration and conquest washing over me like a tidal wave.

When I finally opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, I realized that this would the very last time I would be jacking off to my dick in such a pathetic state. My baby batter would not be wasted in an empty, secluded bathroom like that so I quickly put my clothes back on and dashed to the computer lab to made my exit from the confine of that oppressive cage.

As I entered the lab, I remembered it suddenly felt… suffocating. Small. Pathetic. It wasn't my place anymore. Chad Kensington didn’t belong in a basement coding Phyton and shit. He belonged out there, dominating, conquering, taking what was rightfully his.

"Chad, what took you so long?"

Yeah, that was fun. Ramsey......did that pathetic TA really tried to intimidate me with that furrowed brow of his and confined me with bureaucracy BS? Well, he better be fuckin' jacked first before starting to act tough to me. Then, my brain started working. Maybe Ramsey can be less of a whiny, judgy TA if he received the message, so I just forwarded the message to him and smirked as I told him that I sent my reason to his personal messenger and I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. He turned around and started to read the chat, and from the small glimpse that I managed to peek, the message is different from what I received! That's when the realization hit me. I legit mouthed "Damn" to myself as I realized that it's adaptive......like, that shit can change based on who read it. That revelation made my head spin, that message was indeed some fucking precisive, hi-tech work there. But the effect seemed to be the same, it made the reader into its best version of themselves, because how do you explain that a fucking algorithmic TA all-in-a-sudden have the built of a jacked bull like that, huh?

As he allowed me to grab my bag and leave the lab with a knowing nod, my stomach growled – not from hunger, but from a different kind of hunger. A primal urge. And then it brought me back to this very room as I remembered Kate, Jason's girlfriend. I know Jason, my roommate, was still at his stupid philosophy club meeting as I cleaned out my table, probably droning on about existential dread and Kate.....Kate was always… around, waiting for him. She's pretty enough, in a bland, accessible way. And always subtly, almost unconsciously, throwing glances my way. I knew even from back then that it must be the fucked up, corrupt message that made me think that way because Kate would never glanced to pathetic, asocial Cas, but at the same time, I was hit by this duality as I remembered myself as NOT Cas. Of course she glanced at me, I'm Chad fucking Kensington and people will not only glance my way, they will snap their head to view my greatness.

I strode out of the computer lab, my newfound muscles rippling under my thin tanktop (which also felt alarmingly small and tight). The campus walkways felt different. People noticed me. Heads turned. Girls giggled. Guys gave me that wary, respectful nod that alphas exchanged. It was intoxicating.

When I finally arrived at my dorm room, it was unlocked, as usual. Jason was perpetually trusting, another symptom of his pathetic beta male existence, I thought. I pushed it open, and there she was, Kate, sprawled on Jason's bed, scrolling through her phone, oblivious.

“Hey,” I said, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered. Chad’s voice.

She looked up, startled as I take my shirt off so casually to reveal the sheen of sweat that seemingly coated my body. Her eyes widened, lingering on my… physique. A flicker of something in her eyes I recognized – desire – flashed in them.

“Cas? Uh.... sorry, the room is unlocked, Jason said.....I....I can wait in his bed. You just finished with practice?” Her voice was breathy, a little uncertain.

“Chad,” I corrected, stepping closer. “It’s Chad,"

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my chest. “Chad,” she repeated, testing the name on her lips as I can see the memory started to jog on her brain. “Yeah, Chad.”

“Jason’s not here,” I stated, knowing it wasn’t a question.

She shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No, he’s… still in philosophy club.”

“Right,” I said, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my hand closing around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her skin was soft, yielding in my grip. Too soft. She needed to be hardened up. Tamed.

“By the way, read your phone, dropped something you would be interested to read," I said, glancing at her phone with a knowing smirk as I decided that she would be my first female guinea pig

I watched it in real time how the bland, average-looking Kate started to get way more prettier, leagues above Jason definitely, the curve gets wilder and her face really turned exactly how I imagined a sultry blonde bimbo falling head over heels for me would look like. So, after proving my little theory to be correct, that the message is transformative beyond men, I decided to test out yet another probability. Her slightly vacant eyes gave me idea as I saw a potential to create more excitement, more chaos, so I grabbed her by the chin to made her stare at me and start digging

"You get close to my roommate just to have chances to be in the same room with me, don't you? You're not the brightest girl out there, Cathy, I can see right through your play,"

Bingo, I smirked in my mind. That mind was jogging hard to made my words her reality. And since I have started anyway, I decided to take it up a notch to made my words her Bible

"In fact, you always fantasize Jason as me, right? This room smelled like me, you can taste me in the air so when you close your eyes as Jason fucked you, that mind of yours played this little game to make you think I was the one doing the fucking, huh? That's why you always come here earlier than Jason and I, you imprinted my fucking musk in your head by digging through my dirty laundry and closet so you can go through that unimpressive sex with Jason with me in mind, don't you? Well, he's not around, so why not use this time for you to just taste the real thing?"

She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. And seemingly taken over by her wilder, improved side, she started licking and kissing my abs

We were on Jason's bed in seconds, her clothes ripped open, the cheap fabric tearing easily under my hands. She moaned like a slut in heat, calling my name like I'm his God and only savior which fueled my dominance. It was power. It was control. It was… right.

Just as I was piledriving my cock into her now very irresistibly tight pussy, the door swung open. Jason stood there, textbooks clutched in his hand, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Me, thrusting hard into his girlfriend, her muffled moan filling the room.

“Cas?!” His voice was a strangled squawk.

I paused, looking up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Chad,” I corrected again. “And you need to check your phone, Jason,”

He stared at me, bewildered, then slowly lowered his gaze to his phone, which he thankfully had in his pocket. He fumbled it out, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and then… his eyes widened. He read something on the screen, his face shifting, contorting.

The change wasn’t as instantaneous as mine had been, but it was happening. His posture straightened. His shoulders broadened. His soft, doughy face hardened, angles emerging where there had been curves. His eyes sharpened, losing their bewildered puppy-dog look, gaining a new, predatory gleam.

“Holy… fuck,” he breathed, dropping his textbooks to the floor with a thud. He looked at me, a grin spreading across his transformed face, a grin that mirrored my own. “Chad?”

“Welcome to the club, bro,” I said, nodding. “Plenty to go around.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly decent set of pecs that I didn’t remember being there before. He was still smaller than me, but… he was getting there. Fast.

Without a word, he joined me on the bed. Cathy, who had been silent and still during the initial shock of Jason’s arrival, moaned again as he climbed on top of her, his gaze now burning with the same predatory hunger I felt.

We tag-teamed her, me dealing with her now bubbly, curvy ass while Jason handled the front, his now uncut 6 inchers really bruised her throay in a brutal, animalistic act of dominance. Tears and sweat leaked out of her alongside the obvious pussy juices and saliva, but she's not really protesting despite all the shit we did to her, just… taking it. Submitting. Like the good, cheerleader slut she was. It was… satisfying. In a deeply, disturbingly primal way.

Later, after we were done, Cathy panted for breath looking like a total wrecked mess on Jason's bed as I and Jason stood side-by-side, flexing in front of the mirror. The dorm room felt… different. Charged. Alive. With power.

As my mind snapped back to the current situation and how much change I have caused, Jason's question really cause a stir in my mind

“Think this… message… can do this to anyone?” Jason asked, running a hand over his newly defined jawline.

I smirked. “Oh I know this shit can do it to anyone. But let's see how far this can go,"

I pulled out my phone, found the message, and forwarded it to the Computer Science group chat. A chat filled with other pathetic, nerdy guys like I used to be. Guys who needed… guidance. Correction.

Almost instantly, phones started buzzing and pinging around the dorm. Then, shouts. Yells. The sound of furniture being overturned. Loud, aggressive music blaring from open windows. Footsteps pounding in the hallway.

Jason and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned. Wide, feral grins.

The campus is about to change. And Chad Kensington, along with his newly minted alpha brothers, is going to be leading the charge. My birthright, after all.

[jackeddaniels]

I actually have a draft I want to post today, but this Cas-Chad extended universe created by @fullfriendnerdclutch caused me to stop that story altogether and I whipped out this one in the past 1 hour. Chad storyline better continue bro! @onelinerbust

Chad Kensington's Livestream

The glow of the monitor illuminated Andy’s perpetually tired face. He adjusted his glasses, the lenses smudged with fingerprints from countless late-night gaming sessions. The room is a typical gamer’s lair: messy with food scraps and a faint, lingering smell of day-old pizza. He scrolled through social media, his thumb hovering over an endless stream of memes and cats. But there's one particular sensation that he couldn't understand the hype. For months, his friends had been going on and on about Chad Kensington.

Chad is everywhere. His face, a chiseled mask of tanned skin, perfectly sculpted cheekbones, and a jawline that could cut glass, stared down from every thumbnail and promoted post.

He is the embodiment of peak physical form, a walking, talking testament to the power of protein shakes and endless gym hours. Chad’s livestreams, a monotonous loop of him gaming while talking a whole lot of things like his fitness journey, "inspirational" life takeaway and "impassionate" sales pitch, plus shirtless flexing, had garnered a cult-like following, and it mystified Andy.

“He’s just…a dude,” Andy would often muttered, to the exasperation of his friends.

But something had shifted. First, it was Angelo. Andy had known Angelo since kindergarten, a skinny, slightly awkward kid who had preferred comic books to sports. Now…now Angelo is a walking ripped piece of muscular douchebag. His biceps bulged against his tanktop sleeves, his chest a solid wall of pecs. The transformation was jarring, almost unnatural. Angelo, once shy and introverted, now strutted around with an air of swaggering confidence, constantly flexing in every available mirror. His vocabulary had drastically reduced to a series of grunts, bro-isms, and enthusiastic endorsements of protein bars

"Sorry brochacho, you know where I am. Gotta hit the weights, get HUGE you know what I mean?" was the last sentence Andy heard Angelo said as he entered the gym for the 3rd time on the same day as if his life now consist only of shuttling between his house, gym and other places except their college classroom

Next, it was Eddie, Andy’s younger brother. Up until last month, Eddie was generally harmless, still a bit gangly and awkward, but the kid was generally a dutiful, nice kid. But now, Eddie, who used to prefer watching anime is suddenly obsessed with Chad and the power of gains. His room, once a shrine to manga and gaming consoles, had been overtaken by workout equipment and images of bodybuilders, including the notorious Chad Kensington. Eddie started going to the gym like a maniac, and his body reacted differently from the general people in the gym. He grew quickly, almost unnervingly so, filling out to a physique that rivaled even Angelo's. The most terrifying thing that Andy had witnessed was Eddie furiously jerking off while watching Chad’s stream. What exactly was happening in that livestream that drove his brother to frantically masturbate and seemingly droned out like zombies even after he interrupted his wanking session?

Eddie’s personality had also taken a turn. Gone was the shy, playful 19 years old college sophomore. In his place now is a self-assured, aggressive young man, who seemed to view the world through the lens of biceps and lats. He walked around shirtless most of the time, flexing with each opportunity he got, and had also developed the need to constantly grunt every time his muscles flexed.

"Got to make the gains bro!" Eddie exclaimed before his third set of bench presses, his veins bulging out of his arms

Andy watched his friends and surrounding with a growing sense of unease. This isn’t normal. This isn’t just a fitness craze. It is something else entirely, something…wrong. He decided to delve deeper. He reluctantly clicked on a Chad Kensington livestream.

The stream was as he had expected: Chad, shirtless, glistening, talking to the camera about his workout earlier today with a relaxed stare to the screen.

Motivational music blared in the background. The chat was a chaotic mess of adoring fans, all praising Chad’s physique and echoing his mantras about self-improvement and discipline. Andy observed the stream trying to look for any differences between this stream and other regular streams. And that’s when he noticed something.

The video seemed…off. There was a subtle distortion, a slight flicker that was barely perceptible. It was like a layer was superimposed over the actual image, a subtle visual noise that caused the muscles on display to look more pronounced, more…hyperreal. He noticed another anomaly with the audio. There was a very low frequency hum, completely beyond human hearing range yet causing a strange resonance in Andy's chest.

Andy is also a computer science major just like Chad, which he was at first surprised to learn since Chad clearly don't look like a CS major students. But, seeing all of this augmentation, Chad clearly knows his stuff. Luckily, Andy has rudimentary knowledge of video encoding and audio frequencies, so he definitely know that something is up. He suspected that something was being embedded in the stream, something that was affecting his friends and brother, so he started to analyze the stream using a specialized software.

Several minutes later, his jaw dropped. There are complex — almost alien — patterns embedded within the video signal, patterns that were designed to stimulate specific areas of the brain. The audio signal contained a low-frequency resonance that was capable of subtly altering hormonal balance, pushing the body into a state of accelerated muscle growth. It's subtle enough to go unnoticed by the average viewer, but powerful enough to induce drastic physiological changes.

The realization hit Andy like a punch to the gut. Chad Kensington isn't just a fitness influencer; he is a conduit for something else, something insidious. The transformations of Angelo and Eddie were not the result of mere hard work and dedication, but of a manipulated stream designed to turn his more suggestible viewers into hyper-muscular, self-obsessed automatons.

As Andy looked back at the stream, he felt a strange tingling sensation in his arms, a tightness in his chest. He looked at his reflection in the dark screen and noticed that his arms looked a bit more defined, a bit more muscular. He quickly turned away from the monitor. It had started. He is starting to change. He turned off the stream and tried to run away from the monitor but he felt a pull, a desire to turn back. He resisted it with all his will. He needed to stop this, not just for himself, but for his friends, for his brother, for everyone who had fallen victim to Chad's insidious influence.

However, the damage had been done. The altered signals had already begun their work. He felt a strange surge of aggression, a desire to test his strength. His shoulders broadened. In the mirror, he could see the lines of his abs beginning to form. A strange, primal urge to flex took over, and he couldn’t help but lift his arms, marvelling at the changes unfolding in his body.

He tried to fight it, but the stream's influence is too strong. The more he fought it, the stronger the urge became, and now his will was slowly giving away to this strange, unknown power.

His hand went straight to a packet of protein powder that Eddie had left on the table. He ripped open the packet and gulped down the powder, the taste of vanilla and artificial sweeteners like ambrosia in his mouth. He grunted in satisfaction, a deep sound that rumbled from his chest. He ks beginning to understand the hype. The power, the sheer, raw, physical might is intoxicating. He looked into the monitor again, this time with newfound appreciation and understanding. He is a new man, one of the chosen few, one of Chad's disciples, and he liked it.

The screen flickered back to life, Chad’s glistening torso filling the frame. Andy watched, a smile spreading across his face, his eyes alight with newfound zeal. He was no longer Andy, the tired, boring gamer. He is something else now, something bigger, something…stronger. The subtle hum of the audio waves resonated deep within his body, accelerating his transformation. He flexed again, the muscles in his arms and chest bulged with unnatural speed, and a single thought filled his mind: time to hit the gym.

[jackeddaniels]

Hello darling I’m a twinkish white boy with black hair, I was wondering if you had any Brazilian coffee??? Thank you.

Well hello darling!

We got a shipment of Brazilian coffee straight from Sao Paulo just for you. We don't offer this variety iced, so you'll have to take it hot. Which is fine bc after you get done, you're going to match the temperature of the Coffee perfectly.

Now, I've noticed that the Brazilian coffee has a bit of a delayed release. While most customers immediately feel the effects of the Coffee, you're not really going to notice anything for a while until you sit down and try to focus on whatever work you were trying to get done. Painting, writing, reading, work from home. Doesn't matter, because right now, it's like you've got pleasant pins and needles all over your cock and balls.

Your cock stiffens and pitches its tent. You grimace and give a half-hearted tug to it and then whimper and jolt a little, because your cock is suddenly extremely sensitive. You clench your legs together and immediately spread them apart because it feels like your balls are swollen. Everything is so hot down there it's like an oven. And that's because your balls are steadily inflating, becoming huge heavy cum balloons, and with all that cum, a burst of testosterone floods your system all at once. So, right now, you're gripping onto your desk and grimacing, teeth clenched, as sweat drips from your forehead as your body temperature absolutely skyrockets. A tangle of dark, dense pubes sprout right above your cock, which is not only throbbing uncontrollably but is actually getting bigger. You can see it, can't you? Stretching and pulsing larger and larger. Not only that but you gasp as a spurt of pre cum sprays out of your cock as your foreskin slowly rolls up your shaft like turning a sock inside out. The base flares a bit and then the sweaty, excess skin slowly rolls over your cock, pumping it larger and wider and fuller of blood, the head of your cock slick with pre, swollen, and so sensitive. Your balls finish growing just as a forest of hair covers your thighs and calves and all the way down to your feet, the tickling sensation adding to the horny heat centered around your fat genitals. Your now uncircumcised cock snaps the waistband of your underwear and you reach down and pull them up, groaning at the torn fabric brushing against your cock.

When you pull them out of your sweatpants, a wave of musk and the scent of sex hits your flaring nostrils. Your musk is much stronger than you're used to. Deep, rich, earthy, the smell of a man who works out regularly. The kind of smell that could bring a guy down to his knees for him to take your thick, 9-inch schlong all the way to his throat. Bend over and present his sweet trasiero.

Trasiero? Don't you mean ass trasiero?

You moan as you feel your cock pulse and a huge wet spot forms on the front of your sweats. You pull down the waistband and see that your huge cock is several shades darker than what you're used to. A deep tan settling across it and your balls, spreading across to your thighs with that pleasant tingling sensation signaling the inflation of your thighs. You grip them through your sweats like you're trying to stop the growth as muscle piles into the tanning slabs of meat. Each wave of growth makes your cock throb and leak even more until your thick pubes are slick with your pre-cum. They bulge so big they rip through your sweatpants as the tan reaches your ass. Your voice cracks as you moan because as your ass tingles and begins bulging, inflating with muscle and fat, your throat thickens as your Adam's apple inflates. Your moans are sultry and deep, thick with lust as your ass blows up beneath you,

Waves of pleasure fill your ass and send your overactive brain into a frenzy as pounds of fat and muscle bloat your small twink behind. A dusting of hair spreads across your twitching, sensitive hole as your cheeks take up whatever space you have left in your sweats. You raise higher in the seat as your ass becomes a plushy, sensitive cushion of sex. You clench onto your desk as you stand, thrusting your ass out as your tan, sweaty, musky, thick Brazilian ass rips through the back of your sweats, hitting the air and further rounding into a huge bubble butt. It jiggles and claps together, making your eyes cross as your expanding thighs and calves burst through your sweats, the seams giving way to your thick legs as the color spreads to your feet and creeps up your stomach.

A deep, horny whimper escapes your mouth as your stomach quivers before thickening with dense abs. Your feet crack and expand. The arches stretching and lengthening across the floor. Toes thickening as they pop out of your socks, your soles widening and strengthening as they test the limit of your socks. You rub your hand on your abs as they expand and thicken. A dusting of that dark Brazilian hair spreads across the crevices of your abs as you feel your nipples harden and expand, wider, darker areolas that look like salamis across your flat chest. You tug on a nipple and your cock gushes pre as you throw your head back and moan, your feet ripping through your socks as your toes curl with pleasure.

"Oh fuck! É tão bum."

You don't really question the language switch as your horniness only steadily increases as your flat chest begins inflating. You hiss with pleasure as you knead the fattening mounds of muscle and fat inflating on your chest like a pair of muscular tits. You feel the skin below crease and fold as they grow bigger. Unconsciously, your hips begin thrusting, fucking the air at a steady pace designed to milk your imaginary bottom for all he's worth. To make his eyes cross with pleasure as you drill his prostate. You massage your inflating pecs, the muscle and fat flowing into your chest, knitting under your nipples to make them even more sensitive and suckable. Your brain feels increasingly addled as the muscle continues flowing under your hands and bloating your muscle tits, a deep muscular cleavage spreading between your tits as they give one final heave and they hang heavy, nipples pointing straight out.

You grab your head as a beard spreads across your tanning face. Your lips fatten and become perfectly kissable, the light behind your eyes dimming as your eyes slowly sag under your dimming intellect.

"Oh no, I - I não aguento mais."

And you really can't. Your cock drools a steady stream as a puddle of pre forms on your desk. You look down at whatever you were doing and you feel...nothing. Not a damn thing. Really you're only thinking about cumming and after that, hitting up the gym and letting that testosterone surge through you again. Then hit the locker rooms with that fat cock swinging between your legs and maybe let a bom menino suck you off, and you can fuck them through a wall.

Your face continues collapsing and morphing, the sound of wet flesh filling your ears as your nose expands and your cheekbones realign. Your biceps expand and begin bloating, the tan color just about to eclipse your small hands as your thickening biceps collide with your widening forearms. You stick your wider tongue out and huff your musky pits. A pelt of sweaty hair bursts out of your pits as your hands pop and expand, the fingers lengthening, palms fattening and becoming stronger, denser. Your biceps explode with size and you can feel the strength, the power flowing through your dense, muscular build as your back widens. You take your hands and rip your sweat soaked, straining shirt clean off. Your biceps pop before your eyes. You let out a guttural growl as the seams give way around your thick back and your cock swings and slaps your thick thigh.

Which causes it to unload like a broken dam.

With each spurt of cum from your throbbing cock, the fuzziness in your head grows and grows until it generally feels...empty. You grip your cock and stroke it, determined to get every ounce of cum out of your swollen balls, to feel the relief you've been denied. Your moans are loud and guttural, filling the space of your apartment as your musk fills your nostrils, and coats your brain. You cum for what feels like hours, the pleasure flowing steadily through your massive cock as it squirts.

When it's over, and you're panting and coated with sweat, you shut off your laptop and think nothing of it. Nothing of the fact that you probably won't be able to log back into it because you've forgotten your own password.

But the one thing you haven't forgotten is your phone unlock. And that's because you have a lot of thirst traps to film today. Thirst traps catered for the people that look like how you used to look. But you don't judge. If it's got a hole, you plan on filling it. Your cock drips with anticipation. Good thing this brand of Coffee comes with a complimentary thong. A gift the old you rolled your eyes at and thought was cringe when the hot barista handed it to you, eyes all dopey and full of lust as he handed it to you.

If the old you could see you, he'd probably fall to his knees and worship every inch of you. But he's not here and anyway, you've got to hit the gym. And you know there will be plenty of good boys there who will fulfill your every desire.

[jackeddaniels]

devon hughes oiled up pec squeeze

[jackeddaniels]

Aaron... PURE BEEF!!!!

[jackeddaniels]

Gym Opening.

With the amazing @kylestfs

The time was 9 in the morning, Louis finished breakfast with his mother, since his father was currently on a business trip, he got up from the chair and washed his dishes, His mother looked at him with pride, she had raised a kind, cute and responsible boy.

"Okay mom, it's time for me to go to school because I don't want to be late" he approached his mom and gave his a kiss on the cheek while grabbing his backpack.

"Have a nice day, son!" His mother shouted as Louis left the house and headed to school, once he entered his friends greeted him and began to talk about movies and video games, until the bell rang, so everyone went to their classrooms.

The hours passed, Louis had lunch at school with his classmates, took some more classes and so the day went by and now the clock read 3 pm, Indicating that it was time to leave, the bells rang and so everyone began to gather their things and began to go home

"Hey Louis" his friend said as he ran up behind him and gave him a small pat on the back.

"What's up, John? Do you have something to tell me? I need to get home and start doing the homework the teacher's gave us."

"No, nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you would like us to go together" John commented.

"Is that it? No problem, I can go alone, you don't need to accompany me, I'm not a little kid." Louis started laughing

"Well, if you want it that way, no problem, see you tomorrow, take care!" John commented as he left school and headed home.

Louis closed his locker, put his backpack on his back and started walking towards his house, he left school and headed towards his house, as he was walking he passed near a new gym.

"Wow, another gym, we don't need more of those, we need more comic book stores" Louis muttered to himself And before he could take another step, someone behind him covered his eyes and pulled him into the gym.

Once Louis was inside, he felt himself being sat in a chair, his hands tied, and he could clearly hear the gym door being locked.

"Help! Who are you and what do you want from me?"

The guy who had blindfolded him removed the blindfold so that Louis could see who had "kidnapped" him.

When the blindfold was removed, he saw that he was inside the gym.

The light in the gym was somewhat warm but at the same time somewhat dark, The guy felt a little scared, he wanted to ask for help but he knew that the boy in front of him could knock him down quickly, In front of him was a tall, muscular, bearded guy, he looked like one of those guys people called "jocks" and was able to confirm it, since it gave off a smell... Strange.

"He smelled like sweat..." Louis murmured.

But an acidic sweat and he also smelled like some semen, the smell of the gym was very intense and that made he head spin, When he looked around there were some exercise machines, benches, weights and all that stuff.

"To start with... You might be wondering, Who am I? Why did I kidnap you, well, I'm shake, the owner of this new gym I am 30 years old and why did I kidnap you? Well, We don't need such disappointing and nerdy people in this world, ya know?"

Louis didn't know what he meant by that, he wanted to get up from the chair to hit him but... His hands were tied and also...

The height of both was very obvious, the boy was super small next to the muscular guy, the nerd was barely 1'45 while the boy in front of him seemed to be 1'88, So even if I wanted to I couldn't knock it down.

"What do you mean the world doesn't need people like me? Explain yourself properly" Louis said in an angry tone.

"Well, you'll see," Shake said with a mocking smile, as he began to untie his hands.

The moment he untied his hands, Louis stood up and tried to run, but unfortunately Shake grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him.

"Not so fast, nerd"

While with one arm he held Louis' shoulder, the other arm lifted him up and directed Louis towards his hairy, sweaty armpit.

"You inhale the smell, bro... Don't stop, soon you'll be a dumb, muscled guy like me... And above all, my frequent bro"

While Shake was saying that to Louis, Louis was trying to get away from him, but something told him that he wouldn't stop smelling his armpit so he kept doing it, while shake began to say words that Louis did not understand.

"you are a straight brother"

"You like girls"

"You like the smell that your big muscular body gives off"

"That makes you more masculine and manly"

As Shake said those words, Louis began to change.

His straight black hair began to turn a brownish hue as its shape changed from straight to wavy, He also began to grow in height, almost matching the size of the guy from the gym.

His face began to creak a little, as all the little baby fat began to oxidize to give him a more masculine and mature face, His pimples disappeared, his jaw became more defined while his skin also began to soften, His small lips began to enlarge and become fleshy, his nose changed, his brown eyes also changed to a brown color.

His skinny body began to burn, as he began to grow and muscles began to emerge, his clothes could not hold on any longer and tore as his shredded clothes fell to the ground revealing his new body.

He now had two big, juicy pecs, while his shoulders became broader, his torso expanded, his arms became more toned while now his triceps and biceps looked good, His back also expanded and grew giving him a back carved by the gods themselves.

His belly that was thin, now had a pack of 8 well-worked abs while on his sides he had some v-lines, As he continued to sniff Shake's armpit, his Adam's bell grew larger and stood out even more.

"That's it bro... Change and keep smelling my scent, I know you like it"

The changes were still happening, now his legs began to hurt, while his thighs grew to the size of a tree trunk, his calves also exploded, His jeans ripped as they could no longer hold the size, revealing his large, muscular legs as some brown hair emerged from them.

"You're a bro, all your friends are bro's, you're a frat guy"

"You love to leave all your candy inside the girls, you love to breed"

The moment Shake said that, Louis could feel a little excitement in his cock, he could feel it starting to grow in size and so it did, His cock began to grow and thicken, its vulnerable size of 10 centimeters stopped growing, now he had a large anaconda of 20 centimeters, erect and sore.

Now, his feet began to burn and hurt, as they grew in size, his toes lengthened while his feet gained some more flesh to make them look more masculine and worthy of a athletic man, And just like all his clothes, his shoes and socks also ripped off revealing his cute and juicy 15cm feet, The moment his feet came out of his sneakers, they began to give off an unpleasant and stinky smell, just like Shake smelled.

"You love the gym, your whole life is the gym, the girls, your brothers, the parties and the alcohol"

"You hate nerds, you make fun of them and you hit them"

After that, Shake let him go, Louis was surprised to see himself in the mirror that the gym had in front of him.

"What have you done to me!?... Wait- my voice... It sounds different, it sounds deeper"

"Of course bro, you already saw yourself in the mirror, right? A muscular and stinky bro ike us must have a deep, masculine voice, I just need the finishing touch"

Shake took a perfume out of his shorts pocket and began spraying it all over the gym.

"wait, what are you-"

The moment Louis inhaled it, his mind began to blur as his head ached, He put his hands on his head and began to growl.

"Uhh...."

His old memories were beginning to fade, he tried to hold on to them, but the scent of the perfume was too strong, new memories began to flood her mind.

He began to remember that he was always a spoiled child, he was always in the best schools and that his parents were millionaires, he remembered the countless times he had left several girls pregnant.

He began to remember that he started training at the age of 18 and now at 21 he had a body that he loved.

He remembered that he was in college and in the best fraternity, he remembered the countless parties he had had with his brothers.

His mind began to fill with girls and their big boobs, making him feel needy.

Brown hair began to grow in his armpits while a sweaty smell began to come out of them.

He started thinking about his girlfriend and her big boobs, making him came, saying goodbye to his old self.

"Bro! "You've made a mess in my gym"

"Sorry bro, but I couldn't help but cum at the thought of my girlfriend, but it shouldn't bother you, this will give a unique smell to your gym" Jake laughed as he punched him on the shoulder

"Whatever bro, here, go put these pants and boxers on, it's time to train"

Jake grabbed the gray-colored sweatpants and the boxers, headed toward the locker room. Once there he put on his pants and boxers, he saw some AirPods that he recognized as his own, He put them on while grabbing his phone that was in his locker.

"damn it, I look so goooooddd, My girlfriend is very lucky to have me"

[jackeddaniels]

Hi, I'm 20 years old and I work as a pizza delivery guy. The other day I delivered pizza to a big homeless guy and he didn't have any money to give me, but when he heard that I was offering it to him, he did something weird to me, and I started to transform...

You were very kind to hand over the pizza and you were given a gift in return. The man poured a small green vial over your hand as your handed the pizza over and smiled at you.

You tried to shake it off but as soon as it was poured on your hand but it quickly seeped into your skin and vanished without a trace. You started walking back to your car getting ready to call your boss or maybe an ambulance to get checked over after that strange fluid got absorbed into your skin.

You hand feels tingly and strained. You ball up your fist then stretch out your fingers repeatedly trying to get rid of the sensation of pins and needles. When you get back to your car your notice your hands is slightly larger, veins moving down from your forearms.

Slowly your veins began to pulsate, and your forearms expanded, shoulders widened. Your biceps and triceps expanded sitting snug against your delivery man shirt. Your chest expanded breaking the top button on your shirt and a your chest started to sprout course black hair that made its way to your neck. You pushed your pelvis forward trying to make yourself comfortable as your thighs expanded in your jeans. splitting the fabric at the seams.

A beard began to sprout of your face, it was itchy as it thickened.

shock and excitement flooded your system and you rang your boss letting him know you'd have to leave work early.

Driving home you couldn't help but itch all over as thick black hair sprouted all over your body.

By the time you had gotten home you had practically tripled in size from your originally scrawny state.

Excited by the new size of your body you couldn't stop yourself from flexing and enjoying your new found muscle. You could smell a whiff of BO exuding from your hairy pits.

You got out of your car and started heading to your house, your thighs clashed against each other.

Getting inside you strike a pose once again, enjoy the powerful feeling your muscles and top heavy weight bring you, when suddenly

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP *FWOOOMP

You let out a potent blech as you abs sprung forward into a small gut. Nothing with any real overhang and your could still feel the brick wall that had become your abs under the weight.

The soft pudge meat of your belly clipped on your belt and pant buttons, pinching uncomfortably, you quickly undid your belt and pants letting out a deep sigh looking in disappointment as your hairy gut stuck out.

your pants were already ripped, and you had just loosened them at the waist but they suddenly felt tighter, and tighter, the sound of ripping fabric filled your ears as you felt your ass get bigger, and your thighs more powerful. You could feel the fabric of your jeans splitting inch by inch down the perfect bubbled curve of your ass.

Your shoulders widened as your lats flared outwards and meat accumulated around your traps. Blood forced its way into your biceps and triceps making them expanding outwards rubbing up against your pecs which were now like colossal stones tapped to your chest. Your forearms became more defined as they too thickened, the shallow muscle fibres making them now feel like concrete pillars.

Your abs grew too, pushing forward out of that muscle gut once again, but they were still hard to notice as the hair on your chest darkened and grew thicker as did the hair on the rest of your body. Your beard grew scruffy and unkept and your arm pit hair became untamed looking nasty as it stuck out of your pits even with your arms by your side.

Looking in the mirror you had become a big hairy goliath of a man, but it still seemed your transformation hadn't finished. Once again you let out a manly belch as your rock hard abs expanded into a solid muscle gut that was so dense it would rival a steel drum.

UUUUUUUUURRRRP

You posed gleefully in the middle of your house unaware of the veins appearing near your pelvis.

Slowly them twitches, as they became more and more visible. You could practically see the blood being pumped towards your man hood with each heart beat.

You found yourself getting hard, incredibly hard. 5inch, 6...8....11....13 inches later your dick was so hard it was almost painful, you could feel the strain of your manhood as a powerful urge over took you, you felt hormonal, more so than you had ever been in your life. By instinct you stuck your hand in the shredded remains of your underwear and began pleasuring yourself.

You fell to your knees unable to keep your second hand away as your tore off the remaining shreds of clothing from your waist.

You spent hours handling yourself, to the point you were so sensitive you were begging for release, when it finally happened, you let out a monstrous beast like rawr.

You blasted the biggest load of your life, coating your hands and the floor in front of you, but something was strange, it was bright neon green. You looked at your hands in horror thinking something was wrong, but you watches as it quickly got absorbed into your skin. It suddenly clicked in your head it was the same fluid that guy had smeared on your when you handed him his pizza.

But your investigation was cut short as your dick instantly got hard again, you couldn't stop yourself, so full of hormones and desperate to stop the painful but pleasurable sensation in your dick you got back to work, hunched over on your knees.

You've become a beast, with no other purpose in life that to pleasure yourself, and to spread this blessing of size to whatever delivery man comes knocking at your door with your dinner.

[jackeddaniels]

City Boy

“Please don’t break down now. Not here. Anywhere but here!”

Nick had been travelling through the countryside when his rusty car broke down. Nick was a rich city boy. Being stranded in the countryside was completely out of his comfort zone. Nick stepped out of the rickety old car. He was surrounded by nothing but corn fields. Not a single person or house in sight.

Nick began walked along the side of the road, hoping a car would pass by. Nick had been walking for around an hour before he saw something in the distance. It was a house. A big bright farmhouse with a barn out the back. It was the first house Nick had seen in miles. Nick precariously approached the farmhouse. He could see a big hulking farmer feeding cows out the back. The shirtless farmer glanced back at the 19 year old.

“What do you want, city boy?” The reeking man’s voice growled.

The cowboy brought Nick into his home and sat him down in the kitchen. Nick explained what had happened. The cowboy barely seemed to be paying attention. He kept staring lustfully at the 19 year old. His disgusting farm stench filled Nick’s nostrils.

“So city boy, I’ve been looking for some help on the farm” The cowboy said in his southern drawl. “Are yer interested?”

Nick laughed nervously. “No, man. I just need to use your phon-”

“Man?” The cowboy questioned angrily.

USE YOUR MANNERS, BOY

“I’m sorry, sir” Nick blurted out. It was almost as if the words just slipped out of his mouth. As if the cowboy’s words had infected his brain, forcing him to say it. Nick was confused.

YOU WANT TO WORK HERE

“I want to work here, sir” Nick blurted out again. Nick had no control over his mouth anymore. He felt like the cowboy’s puppet. Completely suggestable to everything he was saying. The cowboy’s words embedded themselves in Nick’s brain. His words were not only changing Nick’s reality, but they were also changing Nick as a person...

Nick jumped up from his seat in fear. Nick looked at the hulking cowboy. His 6’8 stature. Nick could smell the cowboy’s hairy body which reeked of pigs and hay. Nick then made a B line for the back door. He needed to escape. What was this man doing to him?

YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY, BOY.

The cowboy’s words buried deep into Nick’s mind. He couldn’t just run away... could he? He can’t just leave the cowboy. It wouldn’t be right. Deep inside, Nick knew it was immoral to leave the farmer, but Nick forced himself to keep running. Nick ran until he reached the front of the farm. He was ready to run back to his car but... his feet refused to bring him any further. His body refused to take a step outside of the farm. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t leave. He was trapped here...

YOU GREW UP ON THIS FARM, BOY

The cowboy’s words began to tamper with Nick’s memories. Nick’s recollection of growing up in the city vanished. They were replaced with fake memories. Memories of growing up in the South. He remembered life on the farm. How he loved milking the cows, feeding the chickens and stacking the hay. It was his favourite thing to do ever since he was a kid. The 19 year old grabbed his head. He knew the memories were fake. But they felt so... real. Wait... maybe they weren’t fake? Maybe Nick did grow up on the farm?

“What are yer doin to me?! This ain’t my home! I’m from over yonder. I ain’t some hillbilly farmboy!”

Nick’s hands clasped at his mouth. Nick’s accent was now completely Southern. There was not a trace of city boy left in him. It sounded like he had never even been to the city. It sounded like the only place he had ever been was.... the countryside.

YOU TAKE AFTER YOUR FATHER, SON

The cowboy began to rewrite Nick’s genetics. His lineage being rewritten. Nick began to forget about his real father. All memories of living with his loving father faded until there was nothing left. But new memories filled their place. Nick’s mind began to be filled with memories of working on the farm with the cowbo- no... not ‘the cowboy’... his father.

Nick’s genes began rewriting themselves. Changing to adopt the genetics of the muscular cowboy standing in front of him. Nick grew in height as his genetics were replaced with the cowboy’s. He went from a generous 5’8 to a monstrous 6’5. Nick’s muscles began growing. His biceps grew bigger and bigger. His chest bulked up. His abs became more defined. His shoulders broadened. His small dainty hands began thickening, turning into big meaty paws. His fingers fat like sausages. Callouses formed on his hands due to the copious amounts of farm work he had done throughout his entire life in the countryside.

His body grew hairier and hairer. His smooth boyish skin became more coarse and manly. His 19 year old face began aging. It aged until the 19 year old looked like he was in his 30s... and that’s because he was. The 33 year old’s face was now covered by a thick manly beard. His testosterone levels sky rocketed. Sweat covered his body, embedding itself in his new body hair. His hairy armpits reeked. He smelled as bad as the pig sty out back. No amount of showers or soap could get rid of the smell. It was the smell of a true country boy. Nick’s city boy clothing began disappearing, being replaced by his milking uniform.

“Pops, what’s happening to m-?”

YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED COUNTRY BOY

Nick was cut off by his father. His eyes grew dim and vacant. His jaw dropped open. Drool began forming in his mouth. Nick’s IQ had plummeted. His IQ went from 140 to 80 in a matter of seconds. It began slipping down further and further.

“NO! POPS, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

His IQ slipped from 80 to 70.

“NO POPS! I WASSA SMART BOY!”

His IQ slipped from 70 to 50.

“NO! I DID DONE WENT TO COLLEGE!”

It slipped down further and further until it eventually fell to a mind numbingly stupid 30.

“Imma dumb farmboy, pops” Nick flexed his massive biceps releasing his pit stink into his father’s nostrils. His father smirked.

A dumb blissful expression crossed Nick’s face. Nick felt so at home in his father’s hands. So safe. So vacant. So dumb.

“Sarry for trynna run away, pops. I dunno whut I were thinkin, sir” Nick rubbed his empty head.

LET’S MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY ME

Nick’s new father clicked his fingers. And with that, Nick felt a swelling in his chest. It felt as if his pecs were filling up. Filling up with liquid. They felt so heavy. The new weight on his chest almost caused Nick to fall over. He shifted his new weight causing the fat pecs on his chest to jiggle. Nick dumbly looked at his tits. There seemed to be a white liquid leaking out of his nipple. It looked like... milk. Nick’s once lean pecs began getting bigger and fatter as they filled up with milk. They looked so heavy. So fuckable. His nipples grew so sensitive. The slightest touch evoking the most intense pleasure. Nick’s father just wanted titty fuck his son right then and there.

“Ma boobs done grown so big, pops”

“As punishment for trying to run away, your fat tits will now supply our farm’s milk” Nick’s father deviously grinned as he stared at his son’s leaking breasts.

Nick’s father forcefully grabbed his son’s nipples and began milking his tits. It felt so orgasmic. So pleasurable. Nick felt his intelligence being milked out of his tits. He moaned in pleasure. The more Nick was milked, the more he tried to fight back against his natural urges. But the pleasure soon became too much for the farm boy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The dumb country boy tried to resist, but he couldn’t help but let out a big

“MOOOOOOOOOOOO”

———————————————————————

And so, Nick lived out the rest of his life on his father’s farm. The dumb country boy happily fulfilled his duties on the farm. He fed the chickens, stacked the hay, let his father cum deep inside his ass. But most importantly, he supplied the farm’s dairy by letting his father milk his fat tits. Nick’s father glanced at the buckets full of his son’s milk. He grinned.

“Go get me some firewood, son. If you disobey, I’ll make it so the only thing comin out that dumb mouth of yours is MOOOOOO.”

[jackeddaniels]

Rosa's Cafe

Here's a longer Racial TF set in a coffee shop, Best! Occam

Matthew had clocked up more hours of overtime for his company than they were willing to pay him. He assumed that their guidelines weren’t so rigid and that he would be fine to get ahead early. These days you really need to go above and beyond to get ahead and Matthew was determined to get in the good graces of the big bosses.

Unfortunately working so hard was a misplay. His direct boss was forcing him to take Paid Time Off in lieu of the overtime pay for the past year. Now he sits at home with next to nothing to do, twiddling his thumbs until he can return to the grind. He loved back when he was a barista in college? Maybe he can get back to customer service?

Reflecting on this he takes to LinkedIn to see if there are any managerial spots open for a cafe. Something needs to scratch his itch for administration and he night as well pour coffee while doing so. In a stroke of luck, or perhaps something more deliberate, as soon as he logs in to check listings he sees a manager position at “Rosa’s Cafe.”

He auto-submits his resume to the restaurant assuming he’s overqualified before even reading the listing’s qualifications. Glancing through them he sees that they’d prefer someone fluent in Spanish. Matthew struggles to recall what if any Spanish remains in his head from taking it in both high school and college. He starts to pull up a language app on his phone before seeing that, jarringly fast, he has already been advanced to an interview for this cafe. Rosa herself sending him a message to come as soon as he’s ready. 

Matthew then sprints to check himself in a mirror. He has certainly not slacked in his hygiene since he was asked to stop coming into work, partially in hopes that they’ll need him to come in any day. Today though he throws on some cologne and drives off to Rosa’s Cafe. He doesn’t stop to question how odd it is to already be on the way to an interview, minutes after submitting his resume. They must just really need someone?

As soon as he arrives Rosa is there at the door to greet him, smiling wide and welcoming him into her establishment.

“Hola Matthew! So glad for you to join us, your application was outstanding! Solamente, I was wondering why you wanted this job given your current one?”

Matthew blushes and explains his situation, struggling not to sound like a maniac for wanting to work despite the relatively cushy situation he is in. Although Rosa hears this and is impressed at his ethic, his crave to work. Rosa was more than happy to take advantage of his situation.

“Uhhh there was just one thing though, Miss. Oh uh, lo siento. Señora Rosa.”

“Sí, sí. You aren’t quite fluent en Español, are you Matthew?” He averts his eyes but before he can answer Rosa continues on, “Esta bien. You will just learn on the job sí?”

Putting on an air of determination Matthew pumps his fist “Sí, Sra Rosa! Uh claro que sí,” he attempts, stepping to the limit of the Spanish remaining in his head. Rosa gives him a look like an owner watching a pet as it tries to show off, offering an ambiguous smile before explaining her stance.

“Claro que sí,” offering a knowing nod, “I’m sure you understand why I would want a manager to speak Español, yes? En esta ciudad, in this city, there are very few places where Español is the default. I would just like my cafe to be one of them. The job is of course yours, I would be a fool not to take the opportunity. But while you’re here, mientras estás aquí, please work on su Espanol,” tacking on, “I can’t imagine it will be too long before you’re called back to your job eh? Una estrella como tu” 

To her point there are clearly not a lot of people speaking English in the cafe. Matthew would guess he is probably the only native English speaker present making him blush, although after being flattered by Rosa he was ready to accept. After all he had been meaning to practice his Spanish anyway. He puts his hand out to shake her hand, “when can I start?”

“Well, mi pequeño gerente, why not start training now?” Turning around she calls over the barista Juan to introduce the two, talking to Juan at a speed that made it clear to Matthew that she was quite dumbing down her language in their conversation. She then bids farewell to the two, “adios Matthew! Tengo que ah, cόmo se dice, file your paperwork. Hasta mañana!”

“Hola Matthew, it is nice to meet you! Rosa said to show you around,” Juan smiles offering him a cup of their house roast. “Espero que, ah, I hope you don’t mind but I added canella, cinnamon.” Matthew graciously accepts the cup. He may be a world removed from his time as a barista but instantly returns to his first coffee tasting.

It smelled quite strong, darker than he usually prefers and he can see cinnamon swirling through the cup as the cup steams in his hand. He begins to bring the cup up for a closer smell although as soon as the movement begins the allure of the drink overpowers him and he drinks almost too quickly. It was delicious. He always, almost performatively, drank black coffee at his old job. Or no, his real job?

Juan sees Matthew continue to gulp down the cup of coffee waiting for reaction, though he sees very little sign of his mind processing the drink at all. Matthew’s just staring ahead, his eyes ever so slightly glazing over as he finishes the cup. He grins as it almost looks like the coffee has stained Matthew’s upper lip, offering a napkin before asking, “te gusta hermano?”

Matthew snaps back to his senses, staring at Juan as a small ring of brown starts to stain the center of his icy blue eyes. He struggles to even find the words to describe how profoundly he enjoyed the coffee. It was a passion too great for him to even begin to capture in English. “Juan, that was, cómo se dice? Is there some word better than delicioso?”

Juan laughs putting his arm around his new manager, “Ay hermano! Maybe that’s what you should do now! You just go work on your Spanish and I’ll bring you some samples! Ah, aqui, the employee handbook is in Spanish, practica perfecta!” He brings over another cup and the handbook and Matthew starts struggling through it. 

Matthew figuratively bashes his head into the handbook, it’s not dense but it is per cierto not written with beginners in mind. Smirking as he notices he just reflexively thought in Spanish, going to get another drink only to find the cup emptied once more. He hasn’t been drinking nearly as much since he left the office, bargaining with himself as Juan comes to refill his cup. He can cut back his intake later, he needs to get this through this work.

And work at it he does, caffeine is not making him feel wired as usual but sensual as he continues to page through the booklet. He starts to stretch just to feel the strain in his muscles and the tension in his clothes. He looks down and sees his shirt is fitting much better than he thought it did. It’s not tight but anyone who looks can see there is muscle under there. He stares at his own body feeling strength he does not remember cultivating. Suddenly he notices it’s not only his upper body that’s filling out, as a growing package begins to demand attention under the table. These jeans were clearly not designed to handle this and Matthew is barely able to stop himself from flexing to see just how much he truly can fill this outfit and he attempts to switch gears back to working. Urgently feeling adverse to thinking any further about his body.

Struggling to find any way to distract himself he remembers being historically shit at actually speaking in Spanish. This is as good a chance as any to practice his pronunciation. Matthew begins to mouth the words in the handbook, feeling his tongue in unfamiliar ways that he swears he has done a million times before. Matthew attempts to raise his practice to a whisper and immediately goes into a coughing fit. Hope that coffee didn’t burn my throat he thinks clearing his throat and finding a much deeper voice on the other side. One that announces his Spanish progress to the whole cafe shockingly loud for a whisper though Matthew doesn’t notice. What is immediately apparent to him is how expertly he rolled an R. 

He knows he could never do that, and not without trying. He probably spent half an hour practicing it his sophomore year. He reflects back on how hard he worked on Spanish in the past as his eyes start to glaze over once more. Something is off here, his hand raising to his face not notice a moustache and sloppy goatee start to push out of his face. He foes feel itchy elsewhere though, scratching at his chest and stomach, averting the more animalistic urge to scratch his pits and crotch as Juan begins to walk over.

Matthew quickly tries to meet him halfway, standing to a height just taller than the one he thought he knew to be true. His bulge grazes the bottom of the table which causes his body to convulse in pleasure. His feet are caught on the table as he falls knocking his coffee all over himself and the floor. “Mierda!” He shouts before going dark.

He awakens to Juan wiping coffee off his face, his clothes now certainly stained brown and spelling of rich coffee and cinnamon. Helping him back to standing, Juan makes sure he is alright, “quite the fall amigo! Tal vez we call it a day?” Matthew hastily agrees feeling impossibly strained and weary for what little work he has actually done. Juan continues, “Rosa said the paperwork should be good for you to start tomorrow if you can!” Stumbling to his feet Matt knows he agrees but the rest of his night is little more than a blur. 

He sees Juan wink at him and knows he is going to start tomorrow. He must drive home after that since he is now looking at himself in the mirror brushing his teeth. Something seems off, he is clearly too tired to put a finger on exactly what it is. He flexes his bicep noticing he must have completely disrobed. He thought he shaved his pits recently. He scratches at his crotch realizing that his now heavier cock is also out, pawing at his pubes and feeling his bulge expand even further into his hand before forcing it into some briefs and continuing his audit. 

Didn’t he have a tan? Looking at himself up and down he feels like he isn’t supposed to be this pale right? Isn’t he from? Matthew feels lightheaded and begins to collapse once more before being jarred back to reality smelling the coffee and cinnamon scent still hugging his chest. Using this second wind he stumbles into bed, neglecting to change into his nightclothes and he quickly drifts to sleep.

Matt falls into a dream that feels realer than the reality of his previous life. It’s the middle of the rush and he sees himself working at an espresso machine with Juan. He looks down seeing his body expertly maneuver around the bar, tossing cinnamon into drinks, chatting with customers in truly fluent Spanish. He pauses in this dreamscape to notice the tan he was so sure he had earlier. He sees the tattooed arms he has known for years, he worked hard enough for them after all, might as well show them off on the clock. He raises the hairy arms to flex at Juan and say something clever in his native tongue before being jarred back to reality by a sunbeam.

Matt awakens hearing his morning wood stretch his briefs to their near limit barely able to keep himself together before seeing the time and once more shouting “mierda!” He is already so late for work, they’ve been open for hours. It’s his first real day and he has already jod- he’s already fucked it up! He quickly inspects himself once more, seeing the true version of himself he saw in his dream. Seeing his recently shaved chest he quickly realizes he doesn’t have time for a shower. He smells his pits just to see how bad the damage is. His voice rumbles in his chest, “joder…”

He smells again even deeper, it reminds him of? Oh it is just on the tip of his tongue, which he begins to reach out before remembering his predicament. He throws on a dress shirt before giving one last whiff to his pits, flexing his pecs as he does so. It is so fragrant, almost spicy. Matt postpones the mystery after concluding it should certainly be covered by the smell at Rosa’s and rushing out the door. Not seeing as his chest pops off the top button of his shirt and his neat goatee begins to grow even thicker.

Matt rushes into the door and is greeted like a regular, which he is of course to be now, as the new manager. He feels a warmth in his chest as Juan brings over his first cup of the day. “Buenos días Juan!” Matt offers before going to meet the chef, Benito, as the plan was today.

Making his way back to the kitchen he smells something even more distracting to him than his body odor this morning. Benito runs over with a plate full of arepas that Matt recognizes instantly before Benito greets him, “buenos dias jefe! Rosa said you wanted us to start serving arepas sí?” 

“Rosa? She said, I asked for these?”

“Si! Desde su ciudad natal no?”

Matt’s mouth is overcome as he starts to clearly drool for the plate in front of him. He has no choice but to tear into one which immediately brings him back. He loved these when he was a kid, but? Didn’t he grow up en los estados? Wasn’t he from? He fails to finish the thought in his head before it is wiped away as if fireworks are going of in his mind. 

He beams at Benito as his eyes glaze over and fully darken to brown. He feels an urge to burp which he chokes down with another cup of coffee. “Ay this takes me back amigo, estos son exactamente como, like the ones mi abuela había before nos pequeños…” Matt pauses as he feels a pervasive warmth starts to grow distracting in his chest as a similar itch begins on the outside.

He doesn’t notice as his inner monologue begins to entirely shift away from English, as it should of course. He may live in los Estados hoy, but he was colombiano born and bred. He remembers how hard he worked as a child learning English as his biceps start to clearly strain the already tight dress shirt.

Matt remembers fighting for his place to get a degree at a university that did not respect his native country or tongue as he feels his voice deepen beyond baritone and into a strong bass. He remembers trying to find a place in this mierda ciudad before meeting Rosa as his chest bursts open shooting any buttons remaining off his shirt. 

Rosa then enters the kitchen to see how her new hire has progressed and slyly smiles seeing his progress. She tosses a shirt at him saying in Spanish now effortlessly understood “Oi Matteo! You’re in the kitchen put some clothes on!” 

Matteo shuffles to the restroom to change as he looks one last time in the mirror and sees the flawless trajabador he sees every time he checks himself out. He puts on his nametag flexing to see just how much he can strain his shirt before returning to the cafe, ready to conquer another day in the life he has worked so hard for.

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The neighbourhood wasn’t one that Officer Jonathan Lloyd recognised as he traversed through the loud streets of suburban Dallas. He moved away from New York only weeks ago to get away from the city, but it seemed the south was all the more busy in its own way. 

He could see smoke rising from the backyard of a large picket white fence with a beautiful lawn; the quintessential American home. The summer sunlight that burst through the once grey clouds now created a sense of excitement and seemingly patriotism (though knowing Dallas, that never seemed to ebb away with the seasons), given the amount of backyard BBQ’s that every neighbourhood was flinging. 

This was just one of a long line of many that had the people shout a little too loudly, cheer a little too raucous, and celebrate a little too wildly, untamed and seemingly undomesticated. Officer Lloyd found himself now having to clear up the mess and ask the neighbour to quieten down as he stepped up to the porch and knocked on the door.

“What can I do for ya, officer?” The loud and booming voice of a large muscular man that even towered over Officer Lloyd, wearing tight fitting jeans that displayed his muscular thighs, the tight fitting flannel shirt that exposed some of his hairy broad chest. The large almost bearish form of a man with piercing eyes and a strapping dark beard wore a Stetson as he immediately looked up the officer up and down, keeping a hold of the cigar between his rough fingers.

“Good afternoon sir, we’ve just received some noise complaints and need you to quieten down,” said Officer Lloyd,  his voice significantly lower than the expected, as he tried to keep his eyes away from the prominent bulge in the man’s pants. He had seen the stereotypical “cowboy” types before, but this was taking the cake. Was it a costume party? The man simply clasped his hand on the officer’s shoulder, as he laughed.

“Oh sure thing, officer, sure thing,” started the man, it was now Officer Lloyd felt the urge to cough as smoke billowed in his face. He was about to say something but lost his train of thought as smoke seeped into him, making him feel relaxed and hazy. “Why don’t you come in and celebrate with us, you look a bit parched? After all, don’t you want a drink?”

Officer Lloyd’s throat suddenly felt dry, despite the fact he just had a drink on the way over. But it was a hot day and his shift was almost over. He shrugged. 

“Yeah sure, why not?” The man’s grin widened as he led Officer Lloyd down into the living room. Officer Lloyd blinked. He assumed he was going to be taken to the BBQ and shuffled uncomfortably. “Y’know, maybe I should just get going actually, I do have some work to do and…” The man gaze at Officer Lloyd. 

“I think you’re fine, if you stay here,” replied the man, and for some reason, Officer Lloyd stopped at the door, feeling an uneasy desire to stay where he was as he watched the man leave. What was going on? Why did he feel that way? He sniffed at the air at the hint of smoke, and started to worry as he heard the creak of the floorboards fading and then suddenly growing louder and louder, before the man stood in the doorway with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “Here you go.” He handed it to the officer.

“Thanks, really, but I don’t-” Officer Lloyd started. 

“It ain’t nice to refuse a gift from strangers. You should really drink it,” ordered the man, and Officer Lloyd felt his hand quivering as the glass slowly started rising to his lips. This was unnatural, whatever the man said he felt the need to do so.

“What are you-” The next words drowned in the burning brown sea of alcohol that scorched his suddenly dry throat before slowly he felt the liquid start to burn through his body as the final dregs were refusing to go down before the man slowly helped to tip the glass with his finger.

“That’s it…that’s it, come on, drink up,” the man’s voice was low and Officer Lloyd, despite having a girlfriend and never feeling this way before, couldn’t help but feel himself grow hard at the other man as cigar smoke was blown into his face. Officer Lloyd felt himself growing more relaxed, unable to think clearly. “Now you might want to sit down.” The southern accent became all the more noticeable as Officer Lloyd started to burn up before a sudden heat struck him to his core.

“What the fuck is-” Officer Lloyd started before he devolved into grunts and groans, watching his hands as they started to grow more tan and weatherbeaten, the fingers elongated and stretched out, curling and uncurling together against his own will as he felt his hands grow numb yet all the more sensitive at the same time like a hot and cold flash. 

He watched as the sleeves of his own shirt faded away, revealing the hunky mass of muscle that started to linger underneath as his arms started to grow considerably thicker and longer, stretching out like his own fingers. 

“I think it’ll be good if you flex now,” commanded the man and Officer Lloyd felt his own arms started flexing against his will immediately, as his own uniform started to devolve into a red mass. “Stop.” The arms fell limp, still quivering and pumping with muscle as Officer Lloyd quickly reached for his radio.

“I- I need backup!” cried Officer Lloyd into what he thought was his radio. But he simply watched as the radio was now enveloped in a dark red before it slowly started to sink into his uniform, along with the rest of his weapons and equipment that slowly disappeared into his own vest. “S-Stop! I feel…so good… Help…” Another puff of smoke was blown into the officer’s face as his shouts for help become guttural coughs and grunts as he started to feel his own torso change.

Abs began to slowly ripple from his already lean frame, slowly carving themselves out as they grew deeper and larger, first forming a light four pack before growing more from all the hard work that he remembered doing on his family’s farm over the summer and around the house as he could see his pectorals pushing forward, blonde hairs growing on his own chest which he flexed without even being ordered to.

“Why don’t you stretch your legs a bit?” Officer Lloyd slowly felt his legs spreading to reveal his bulge which started to grow larger and larger, almost on par with the man that gazed down at him in his armchair. He started to enjoy this, watching as his length spread down towards his thighs which slowly started to convulse causing him to fall to the floor.

“Feel so…strong, what is- oh god,” moaned the police officer, simply gazing down as he could see his rigid torso and feel his pants becoming denim, turning into tight and rough jeans that adorned his own thick thighs that grew larger in all their muscularity. He felt his own calves growing larger than they ever would being a police officer - but it was a good thing he wasn’t…was he? Officer Lloyd shook his head, trying to hold on to his memories as he could see that his boots were changing.

Where there was once a pair of dark boots holding size ten feet, suddenly grew to be thick large studded boots that looked to be a size fourteen and made sense as like his fingers, his toes crawled forward for the weather beaten soles that soon grew larger, lengthening and widening as they stretched more and more. 

Officer Lloyd watched the man slowly unzip his jeans, bringing them down to reveal he was commando and take Officer Lloyd’s large dick that sprang upright in his hands, watching as pre-cum was already dribbling after the first few strokes. 

With every stroke, Officer Lloyd felt closer to cumming, closer to realising his true self as a redneck - no, as an officer!

“Fuck…what is…” Officer Lloyd’s begging turned into moans as he couldn’t resist the sensitive touch of the man. With every stroke, he couldn’t help but feel himself change more, and only want more.

Stroke.

His stifled groans became deeper, his voice changing, as he felt his speech change.

“What is…happening to m-me y-y’all can’t b-be…” Surprised at the change of his voice as he felt himself devolve into moans again.

Stroke.

Officer Lloyd felt his own hair becoming a bright blonde, that styled upright.

Stroke.

His officer hat transformed into a dark cap turned backwards, covering his hair. 

Stroke.

His eyes became a deep green.

Stroke.

His mouth grew longer to form a cocky smirk.

Stroke. 

His nose grew shorter.

Stroke.

He felt it getting faster.

Stroke.

And faster

Stroke.

His forgot his work.

Stroke. 

He forgot his friends.

Stroke.

He forgot his name. 

Stroke.

“Come,” ordered the man as he jerked the cock off one last time and watched a fountain of cum rocket out of the throbbing and large glazed pink head. 

If there were noise complaints before, they would be nothing when Officer Lloyd moaned out loud, coming in as a police officer and leaving as John Willingham as he came again, and again, and again…and everything simply blurred together. 

After a while, it turned out there were actual noise complaints and who better to turn up than another cop, suddenly being commanded to “drink” and “come”, it turned out the fellow southern folk were real inviting, and as John got to know his new community better, they were always on the lookout for newer folks to join them. 

In fact, they think they’ve already found another one.

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Lumberjack - A TF Short

"Why did I need to come here dad?" You whine.

"This is important, son. It's a family tradition." He responds, clearly tired of convincing you.

"Look, I already told you a million times, I'm not gonna be a lumberjack like you." You try to plead with him as you enter the department store.

"Just give it a try, we'll start with some woodworking to get you started and if you still don't like it I'll stop asking." He says as he holds his hand out.

"Deal." You smile and shake his hand.

You're 99 percent sure you're not gonna like it, so maybe this will finally get him off your back about this whole family business thing. Your father is nothing if not honest, so it feels like a weight off your back that he might actually stop nagging you about it.

"Here we are." He says as you turn into the lumber aisle. "Why don't you grab a few two by fours." He asks.

It doesn't bring you joy, but you promised you'd give it a chance. You walk up to the wall of wood planks, scanning for which ones are two by fours.

"Not that one." Your father says with concern as you grab the wrong plank. "Just to the right."

Your hand wanders to the right until it meets a large two by four. You wrap your hand around it and try to pick it up, but you can't. You try a few times to lift it off the shelf, to no avail. Is it just too heavy? Are you really that weak that you can't even lift one plank of wood? That can't be right.

The silence is broken by a cracking sound coming from your hand. You watch in horror as your hand starts to grow, the bones cracking and reshaping as your palm doubles in size and your fingers become thick and calloused. It somehow feels comfortable holding the plank of wood now. Your hand is large enough to nearly wrap around the whole plank, and the callouses protect from the splinters sticking out of the wood. Why does it feel so... familiar?

You don't have to think about it though. As if it was spreading up from your hand. Your forearm grows thicker than your biceps and your biceps triple in size in an instant, ripping right through the sleeves of your shirt. Thick veins start to surface along the defined muscles on your arms.

Your other arm quickly follows suit, making you look like a cartoon character with massive arms and a tiny body. That wouldn't last long however.

Your shirt rips even more as your shoulders broaden with bulging muscles. Your flat chest suddenly bursts outward with muscle, quickly becoming two juicy pecs that strain your shirt to its limits. Your pudgy belly melts away to reveal a perfectly defined eight pack. Even your waist slims down, creating a perfect V shaped upper body.

The transformation has only just begun. You feel a tightness grow in your shorts. Your free hand wanders over to your crotch. Your dick feels much smaller down on account of having hands twice as large as before. Although you start to feel your underwear tighten as the bulge in your shorts grows and grows until it fits perfectly inside your massive man hands.

Your shorts continue to get tighter when your flat ass begins to rise like a loaf of bread, growing into two perky fat globes. It doesn't help when your thighs swell to twice the size, forcing you to spread your legs just to walk. Oh, and a man as well hung as you needs a pair of beastly feet to match. The straps on your sandals don't stand a chance against your Sasquatch feet, growing to a monstrous size 20.

Then the transformation finally starts to make its way to your head. Your neck thickens, your jaw widens, your nose grows longer, your brow bone sticks out more. Then it hits you. Your eyes widen as your brain starts to change. Everything you learned in university is gone in an instant and replaced with the memories of a real man, like your father. Axes, saws, and sex are all you know. Your brain also pumps your body with a surplus of testosterone. A light brown beard sprouts along your sharp jawline. It spreads down your neck to your pecs and along your eight pack. You keep the rest under check, but you would look like Bigfoot in a week if you didn't shave.

"You sure it's the two by fours you want?" You ask your father in a deep gruff voice.

There is an awkward silence for a moment.

"Son?" Your father says.

You turn to face him.

"Why don't you flex for me?" He asks.

It was a weird request, but you'll never turn down a chance to flex for someone.

"You've been hitting the gym, haven't you?" He compliments you.

"Yeah, I'm glad you noticed. Maybe you should come with me." You tease him by pinching the fat in his gut.

"You know I used to look just like you when my pops was teachin me. But us lumberjacks need to eat well to make it through the day." He chuckles.

"I'll be fine with chicken and rice." You respond.

"Oh, just you wait until I've got you workin in the forest with me. You'll be begging for seconds and thirds. Soon enough you'll look just like your old man." He continues laughing while he shakes his gut. "Now c'mon, let's get you in some real clothes. None of those shitty gym clothes." He says excitedly as he walks away.

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erik thornally oiling up

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He didn’t know the cause of it and couldn’t describe it. Everyone just accepted it as if all the changes were normal. Throughout the week his body and appearance had been changing. It was subtle at first- just his posture seemed better and a bit of a tan. But then it was undeniable. He was growing taller, putting on muscle, face and body shifting and growing till he started to resemble one of those dumb fuckboys he often saw (and couldn’t help lust after) at the gym. He had no idea how to stop it, but least it was all just physical. He was still him inside, had his same friends- only now he got lusty glances from others. But at least he wasn’t like those vain cocky gym bros. Or at least that’s what he thought.

It only took one night for that all to change. One night for him to actually look at himself, slowly start to admire his new thick lips, the curve of his jawline, the thickness of his biceps. One night for the desire to begin. Like a switch was flicked, pleasure and confidence pumping through his veins. It felt good to give in, watch his modest cock twitch and thicken, making his mind feel wonderfully blank and empty. New urges flooded his head. New cravings. To flex. To grow. To fuck. They just got stronger the bigger and thicker his cock got. He wanted it. He needed it. Fuck whatever he was before. He was so fucking hot now. He needed pics. He wanted the world to see. Yeah that’s all he wanted now. Send some pics out, get them thirsty, get them hard. See the pic and there you grow.

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Come on this is dumb, I’m going to look ridiculous in this thing. It’s way too big and is definitely meant for someone who actually has a little muscle on them.

Fine I’ll humor you, but this will just make me look more gangly than I already am. Can you at least look away as I pull it on.

Hmm least it’s nice and soft and… guess it’s not as large as thought. Take a look.

What do you think? I guess I look kinda good in this thing. Huh��

You know, my chest doesn’t look half bad… and I didn’t really think I had abs before, but… woah… my bulge looks like… big.

Haha looks like I’m packing some nice meat with this thing on huh? Mmm feels pretty good actually. Like my body’s filling it out… getting lick… thicker…

Mmm dude… this feels amazing, never thought a tight outfit like this would make my bod look this… mmm… But like… dude… it’s gettin super hot wearing this thing. And bro, I’m pretty sure it’s like a size too small on me. I mean look at me, all this muscle…

Yeah bro, I gotta take this off. I bet you’d love that huh? See me peel this thing off. See what a cocky bro looks like sliding out of his clothes. Mmm yeah feels better already.

Get a look at this chest, these arms. Hot right? Huhu so fucking hot. So you like gonna help me get out of the rest or what? Getting too tight down there to do it on my own. Why don’t you unbutton a few and see what’s inside.

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