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[umpoppamowmow]

back school season always had good targets

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Pulling into the lonely gas station, my eyes quickly find what I'm looking for, a pair of blue lights emanating in the darkness. The glow is coming from the gas attendant's skull: clear indication that he's a Moonlight™ employee.

"Good evening, sir," he says with the overly-endearing tone of a gracious host, "How may I be of service tonight?

I don't hide my distaste for the pathetic menial worker, leaning on his mop and waiting for my reply like he's got the best job in the world. He doesn't actually believe that. He doesn't even know what he's saying, let alone doing!

"Just fill her up," I grunt.

"You got it, sir!" he beams, tending to my car with a pep that's out of place for the late hour.

Moonlight™ was the app that revolutionized working culture forever. It allows the user to sign up for a job while they sleep. All they have to do is doze off and some insufferable AI from Moonlight™ will resume control of the body via remote connection. People like it because they get paid work without experiencing all the boring hours and insincere customer interactions. Subsequently, they always get the same unbearably eager personalities stuffed in their bodies. Even without the glowing eyes, their idiotic grins would make them stand out a mile away!

"How has your day been, sir?" he contines mopping as the gas slowly pumps.

"Don't try to chat," I snap.

"Of course, sir," he doesn't miss a beat, smiling as he returns his neon gaze to the sidewalk he's swabbing.

I just roll my eyes and wander inside. The app doesn't record memories while it's in control, so this guy has no idea how humiliated he should feel. No one should have a shit-eating grin on their face working the night shift as a gas station janitor! I'd die before I gave up my dignity to Moonlight™ like this fucking loser!

On the TV behind the register, an ad plays...

The costumed man on the left steps forward and announces, "Join the revolution. There are over forty-two-million Moonlighter's taking advantage of their sleep! That could be you!"

The statistic makes me cringe. It's nearly doubled since the last time I checked...

The man on the far right of the screen happily taps in, adding, "We're constantly expanding our scope, so check with your employer! If your job doesn't already have a Moonlight™ option, then ask your boss to give you one!"

God, they're pressuring people now? Some jobs should not be done by an AI puppeteered Moonlighter...

Finally, the man in the center steps forward to deliver his lines, "Remember, Moonlighting is a safe and healthy way to not only make money but also get a good night's rest! Why work all day, when you can do it in your sleep!" his head turns, making it seem like he's smiling at either of his coworkers, "After all, we are!"

The three men laugh in unison, like true colleagues chumming up at work, but I know the truth. These three are worse than actors, they're empty marionettes for the Moonlight™ corporation. I doubt they'd ever even met each other in real life...

"Shut up!" I groan, smashing the power button to turn it off.

This world is going to shit. Moonlight™ has grown too large over the past year for there not to be some conspiracy or ulterior motive. I don't know what it is: the elite keeping the working class in their place, our government influencing our decisions, a foreign country converting us into their slaves! It all sounds crazy, but I don't think a single theory is impossible with an app like Moonlight™.

I'm the only one probing into this mess. I may have only worked as a detective for a few years, but I never did any of it fucking asleep!

A few days later, I track down my first lead...

"Good morning, sir," the garbage man says in that unnaturally smooth cadence they all have, "Is there any trash you need collected?"

"I just have some questions," I snort.

One hand pulls the hem of my shirt over my nose while the other swats at the flies. These garbage trucks are absolutely filthy. I doubt the garbage companies even bother washing them out anymore, but why should they if their workers are soulless husks without the ability to care? The man in front of me seems completely oblivious to the mixture of rotting smells and accompanying bugs. His glowing eyes don't even blink as a fly lands on his face, crawling through the hairs of his beard. He's probably lucky that he goes home with no memory of this downright awful job.

"Are you looking for employment with Moonlight™ incorporated?" his smiling lips stir the bug on his face, but it quickly buzzes into the moist retreat of the man's dark armpit, "I'd love to help you install the app and-"

"No," I cut, "Just open the truck. I accidentally threw out something I shouldn't have."

I study the man's frozen grin for anything. It's a test. The Moonlight™ AI is designed to accept demands from free-willed customers, but I have a suspicion that the building nearby is an undocumented base for the company. If I'm right, the company would hate for anyone to root through the garbage of their secret lab...

"...I apologize, sir, but the garbage has already been compacted, and it is unsafe for non-employees to look inside. Please let me know what it is you are looking for and I will search for you."

His artificial glee didn't wane, but the blue light in his eyes did flicker just barely. This guy might be asleep, walked around by remote AI tech, but I could still tell he was lying. I'd like to see one of the Moonlight™ detectives figure that out. As I said, some things are better done the old-fashioned way...

"Well, thanks anyway," I snark, planting a slap on his sweat-soaked back. He says something about it being his pleasure as he resumes handling the garbage, flies eternally buzzing around his smiling head and glowing eyes.

Continuing my investigation, I pop down in the sewer, looking for an underground entrance to Moonlight™'s secret lab...

"Are you lost, sir? Let me help you."

I've had to breathe through a mask to put up with the heavy cloud of steaming sewage, but the Moonlight™ septic worker seems fine, smiling with an open mouth, specks of God-knows-what dried on his teeth.

"No, I'm where I should be," I dismiss him and march past.

Suddenly a muddy glove sticks out and holds my chest. "I'm afraid you cannot pass, sir," his smile is as strong as ever, but the trademark glow of his eyes intensifies.

I've never felt more sure about my suspicions. This mind controlled worker seems ready to fight rather than let me pass. I wonder if this poor soul knows he's being used as a guard as well as being a Moonlight™ sewage worker.

"Why don't you show me the way out then," I relent.

"Of course, sir," his hand removes itself from my chest, leaving a dirty print, "The sewer is a dangerous place for civilians."

I follow as he marches me out of the sewer. It's better to leave and come back later with a plan. Today, I confirmed my suspicions, but tomorrow, I'll finally see what secrets they're cooking up in that lab. I return home and end the day with the satisfaction of being close to a major discovery. Sleep finds me quickly...

Waking up in my bed, I check my phone and find an unsettling message waiting for me...

"Congratulations on finishing your first shift with Moonlight™!" the text reads, "Here is a photo of you hard at work last night!"

"What the FUCK!"

I jump out of bed, but instantly everything feels off. My back aches and my legs are more tired than they were last night! My pajamas are uncomfortable, pinching in areas like someone else dressed me in them! My mind is racing with confusion, and an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness rushes over me. My face burns from the violation, but most of my fear is focused on the strange feeling lingering in the back of my private area.

"What did they do to me?" I try to be pissed, but all I can do is whimper.

Suddenly my phone rings...

"Hello," I growl.

"Good morning, sir," a familiarly gracious man's voice rolls through the call.

"Tell me who the fuck this is!"

"Someone who noticed you snooping the other day, sir," his voice sounds like it's smiling.

Suddenly it clicks. Whoever's calling me from Moonlight™ would never use their own phone and voice. They must be using some poor schmuck that thinks he's working an honest job right now. How am I ever supposed to find who's behind all these layers of lies?

"You can hind behind your brainless puppets," I sneer, "But I will not stop looking into this fucked up company!"

"But now you're one of our puppets, sir. I'm not sure how much credibility a detective has if he spends his nights working the room at the dirtiest club in town..."

"That's sick..." I whisper, thinking about the picture on my phone. The idea of me gleefully stripping for a room of disgusting old men makes me shiver.

"Good luck with your investigation, sir," the voice continues, "But just understand that every time you sleep, your body will get up and report to that club. I have to admit that you're hiding a rather tight body under that trench coat of yours."

"You were there?" I mutter.

"Oh I had to meet the man poking his nose where it didn't belong, sir. I got very familiar with you. You were very friendly last night, so I poked something of mine where it didn't belong."

The voice on the other line laughs, and all I feel is utter humiliation. I hang up the call and stare at the photo he'd sent. It was me alright, smiling like a maniac in the gayest outfit I've ever seen. I didn't like my body being dressed like that. I hate that I was happily busting my ass for the enemy. He had to have been getting off at my humiliation last night. I'm sure he relished every second of what he did to me. I don't even want to think about the sensation left in my ass.

I need to push this investigation faster.

Because tonight, when I go to sleep, I'll be helpless to prevent this from happening again.

[lunnfuddi18]

Punjabi bhabhi Rosy Sharma

[xtramaletf]

My Friend Borrowed my Dad

Dammit my dad is looking way too hot again! I should never have agreed to let Paulos borrow my dad’s body!

A few weeks ago, my best friend, Paulos, called me over to his house, excited to show me something he’d bought from the internet. Turns out it was some sort of “swapper” device that let him, well, swap traits around on people without them noticing. His model was apparently “premium” and allowed him to determine exactly who would know which swaps had occurred and how the world perceived those changes.. Everyone else would be none the wiser. Actually, it was only after we’d been talking for a while that he revealed he’d swapped my clothing with his baby brother when I got there! I swore that my whole life I’d worn nothing but onesies and diapers even if I was perfectly potty trained and it was normal for his baby brother to be wearing a graphic tee and jeans! After he switched us back I realized how stupid I’d probably looked and sounded arguing in only a diaper and a pacifier around my neck!

It’d been a pretty wild ride since then, we’ve been in the forms and lives of professors, threatening our friends with bad grades; cheered for the football team from our own bodies as varsity girl’s cheerleaders; and even spent a very weird day as dogs everyone else regarded as people (they could even understand our barks!). Anyway, one day Paulos really wanted to borrow my dad’s body. I had no idea why he’d want to be in the body of a middle aged man, but he had some kind of explanation about wanting to use his “perceived age” but also “wanted the complete look” or something. I should have probably just said no, but you see the problem was I had a huge crush on Paulos so I couldn’t really say no to him. 

Well now I find out his family and he are on vacation in SF and I definitely saw my dad’s body walking in a “Leather Daddy Catwalk” on Paulos's story. As disturbing as that was, it’s not as bad as having to live with my crush’s body right next to me for the next two weeks! Even my dad’s manspreading while watching TV is unbearable now!

[ultram0th]

I am fond of you Derek turning into a more muscular and/or hairy guy if that's the kind of request you were looking for? Love your stuff though regardless it's hot and well done.

It all began the morning after Derek had assumed his new Alpha title. Stiles had slept over, cuddling up next to his boyfriend when he'd jolted up awake as soon as his hands had brushed up against something unfamiliar.

"What...?" he trailed off, his eyes wide at his boyfriend's chest that he usually used as a pillow.

"Hm?" Derek sleepily yawned, wondering what his smaller boyfriend was panicking about.

"Der," Stiles mused, "your chest. It's... really hairy."

The werewolf cocked his eyebrow up at his boyfriend, running a hand over his pecs. Sure enough, the werewolf's previously smooth chest was now covered with black hairs. They spread out over his pecs, running down across his stomach before connecting to his bush. The hairs curled and looked thick enough to where one might've guessed that Derek had always been rather hirsute. His pert nipples poked through the dusting of hairs, looking hard. Plus, Stiles hadn't noticed it initially, but Derek's square jaw was also covered by a thick beard that looked like it'd take weeks for a guy to grow... not just a few hours.

Derek's eyebrows knitted together as he ran his hands over his hairy chest, his heart starting to race. However, just as soon as the worry began to trickle in, it disappeared.

His face smoothed out and he yawned loudly, gently placing a hand on Stiles's head to pat it back down to his now hairy chest.

Stiles wanted to argue, confused over both his boyfriend's sudden change and different attitude. He knew that Derek should've been freaking out and wondering what was happening to him, but instead his boyfriend acted like everything was normal.

He tried to ignore it, but as Stiles rested his head back down onto Derek's chest, something about the way he had to crane his neck alerted the human to something else.

"Derek!" he gasped loudly, sitting back up and tearing the covers away from his boyfriend. "You're... bigger!"

His boyfriend had always had a pretty toned physique, but now it looked as if Derek's chiseled pecs were now significantly larger and much more plump than they should've been. Without the covers over him, Stiles could also see that it wasn't just Derek's chest that had grown larger. His boyfriend's arms seemed to have doubled in size, looking thick and powerful as he lied on the bed. Even his legs were larger, his quads pressing tightly together and shoving his bulge (which seemed to stretch out his underwear more than usual) out in front.

And of course, every single larger muscle was covered in dark, manly hair.

"Stiles," Derek groaned, going so far as to roll his eyes, "everything is fine. I feel fine, there's nothing to worry about--"

He was interrupted when his phone alarm beeped, letting him know that he had to get out of bed, making him frown.

With a groan, Derek rolled his hairy bulk out of bed, the frame squeaking much more than it usually did as he moved. His heavy footsteps thudded over towards the dresser. As he walked, Derek noted how odd it felt to have his thighs rolling over one another, and how awkward it was to have his muscular arms resting at a ninety degree angle atop his flaring lats.

Stiles watched in disbelief as Derek nonchalantly attempted to get dressed in his normal clothes.

"Damn," Derek growled as he examined himself in the mirror. With his new bulk, none of his clothes fit him anymore. He couldn't get any of his jeans up past his massive quads, having to throw on a large pair of sweats that used to be baggy on him. Now, the material was skintight, showing off his meaty glutes and enormous package in front. The t-shirt he'd grabbed barely wrapped around his torso, ending above his navel. It had torn significantly across his large muscletits, showing off the hairy cleavage that he now possessed. There were two large bumps on the front from where his larger, nubby nipples poked against the thin cotton.

Stiles watched as Derek paled in the mirror, his beard-framed mouth opening like he was about to voice his concerns, but again, Derek seemed to instantly relax. He shrugged his broadened shoulders.

"I think my clothes shrunk in the wash," he chuckled, gesturing down at his hairy muscles.

"Derek!" Stiles cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's not the wash, it's you! You've turned into a hairy bodybuilder!" As crazy (or crazier) as it seemed, Stiles could've sworn that he'd watched Derek's hairy pecs balloon out a few more inches in those few seconds.

Derek took one last look at himself in the mirror, seeing how large and imposing he looked with his incredibly large, round muscles and the thick, masculine hair that coated them. He couldn't help but smirk back at his shocked boyfriend, flexing a large, hairy bicep. As his massive muscle bulged to the size of a bowling ball, the tight sleeves of the t-shirt burst apart.

"I'm not a bodybuilder," Derek smiled at his boyfriend, giving him a playful wink. "I'm the Alpha."

[selaviss-blog]

Ohh my God,black I Fu*k 🔥👋🏻

[milfasslover]

[deviousdeliciousness]

Just a Taste

borderline(?) NSFW (but no smut); TWs for soft vore, non/con touching, mouthplay (kinda sorta)

Teeny boi gets caught by a giant that just wants a lil' taste~

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"You're so cute," the giant whispered, lips tilting up as their cupped palms raised and brought Kai closer to their face.

Kai withheld a grimace, pushing further against the fingers nearly as long as he was tall at his back. This wasn't the worst reaction he could've come across after being caught by a giant, but that didn't mean he had to like it, either.

"Cute enough to eat," the giant murmured, hushed and reverent, and Kai froze, his eyes promptly blowing wide as he gaped in dumbstruck horror at the giant.

Oh fuck no. He'd been wrong. He'd been so, so wrong.

He hadn't thought - hadn't even dared to consider - that this was one of those giants. The ones that thought tinies were nothing but a quick snack - not even a meal.

As if to seal the deal, the giant licked their lips, tongue dampening the plush skin there.

Frantically, Kai looked back over the edge of the giant's hands, but he was met with the same sight as before: a fall he wouldn't be able to survive. At least, not one he'd able to make while still being in any condition to escape afterwards.

Maybe jumping would give him a better fate than what this giant obviously had planned for him, though.

Unfortunately, he wasn't given the chance to decide on his own. As if they'd read his thoughts, the giant's thumb swept around and pressed over Kai's waist like a solid steel band, keeping him pinned to the fingers behind him no matter how much he writhed and squirmed.

In front of him, the giant's face approached, their eyes almost seeming to glow in anticipation, their pupils blown so only a thin sliver of their irises remained.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait, nonono, c'mon," Kai begged, shaking his head frantically and kicking his legs out at nothing.

The giant only smiled softly at him, eyes falling half-lidded, and Kai squeezed his own eyes shut with a whimper as huge, warm lips pressed against his exposed abdomen from where the giant's thumb had rucked up his shirt to his chest.

Something - a nose - brushed against the side of his head, exhaling warm air over his shoulder and making goosebumps rise against his skin.

He kept himself as stiff as a board, jaw taut, even as he genuinely began to shake with tension from holding himself so rigidly, spots dancing across his eyelids with how hard he had them clenched shut.

He shivered as he felt the giant's lips part just the faintest bit against his skin, hot air ghosting against his stomach and making the muscles there clench.

A breathy laugh made the lips against his skin practically vibrate, causing him to gasp out in startled shock, his eyes snapping open just in time for the tip of the giant's tongue to dip between the seam of their lips and brush against his taut stomach.

His hands snapped forward before he even fully processed what'd happened, and he pushed with all his strength against the giant's upper lip, his hands sinking into the plush skin as his squirming picked back up with a renewed desperation.

"Please - please don't," he pleaded, tipping his chin up high both to get rid of the sight of the giant's mouth against his vulnerable torso as well as to try to desperately meet their eye.

A single eye, because there was no way Kai could meet both with how terrifyingly close the giant was to him.

A huge, clear blue eye - easily bigger than Kai's whole head was - met his frantic gaze, and it curved into a crescent that corresponded with the smile that had no right to feel as menacing as it did as it pressed the blunt edges of teeth against his bare skin.

"I - I'll do anything, just don't-" he cut himself off, unable to give voice to his impending fate, and he swallowed hard around the sudden lump in his throat, desperately blinking back the sudden sting in his eyes. He didn't want this. He didn't - he didn't know what he could've done to deserve this kind of end.

Strangely, the giant's gaze actually seemed to soften, but Kai ruthlessly shoved down the burgeoning hope it brought him. The being hadn't moved away from him, hadn't given him any actual sign of taking his words into consideration just yet.

Sure enough, when they next spoke, their words were a simple, meaningless placation.

"Shhh, it's alright," they crooned against his skin, their eyes somehow managing to dilate even further and going hazy with pleasure as their tongue came back to tease at Kai's trembling stomach.

Kai couldn't even bring himself to feel ashamed at the quiet, desperate whine that slipped free from his throat, and he pushed harder against the giant's lip, turning his head to the side to futilely look away from what was happening. As if not seeing it would make it any less real.

A second later, he gasped in shock as the giant suddenly opened their mouth wide, Kai's fingers slipping off their lip and straight into their gaping maw.

He quickly yanked his arms back towards himself, but the giant was faster, lips pursing closed around Kai's elbows as it gave a long, languorous suck to his trapped limbs. Kai's legs kicked out in a flinching spasm against the giant's chin, but it was as if they didn't even feel the action.

"N-no please-" he whimpered threadily, tugging harder, but the giant just pursed its lips even tighter, a hot tongue brushing against Kai's fingers and slicking his forearms with drool.

The giant's eyes fluttered shut, and they moaned around his limbs, thrusting their head forwards in a sudden motion that had Kai's bare arms swallowed up in their hot, cavernous mouth nearly to his shoulders. His elbows bumped against the flat, hard edges of their teeth, and he choked back a terrified cry.

Their tongue started to move around faster, more urgently, licking up his arms and almost seeming to try to get between his tiny fingers as their mouth quickly flooded with drool, making it feel like his limbs were in a slick, heated pool.

Then, somehow, they managed to dart their tongue between their lips without letting Kai tug his arms free too, and they laved a hot, wet stripe from his collarbones, across his neck, and to the underside of his chin.

He froze.

His skin tingled with the damp, rapidly cooling saliva, and his mind went fuzzy like he was in a dream.

A nightmare.

The giant's throat bobbed as they swallowed around their built-up saliva, the suction tugging hard on Kai's arms, which were then abruptly released.

The sudden liberation was so unexpected that he barely had the wherewithal to finally yank his limbs back to himself, his shivers picking up as he clutched his saliva-slick hands to his chest and stared wild-eyed and uncomprehending at the giant panting hot breaths of air against his trembling skin.

They nuzzled their nose against his cheek, and he flinched, biting back a whimper. The giant's comforting croon did little to calm him, and he instead went deathly still as a claw-tipped fingernail invaded his space and tugged at the collar of his shirt, only bare milliliters away from his vulnerable throat where his heartbeat visibly pulsed beneath his skin.

Another little tug had his shirt giving away with an audible tear, one that was only compounded as the giant leaned in and breathily, needily, husked, "More."

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huhuhu~~~ thhoughtts? :3

[umpoppamowmow]

Super GILF/MILF! I wish the dude in the gray shirt toward the end didn’t spook me

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter II

On my last sweep of the house, I check each pledge before the party. Moonlight™ is now partnered with Greek life on campus, and it's the perfect tool for hazing. As president, the app recognizes me as their manager, so I alone get to boss the mind controlled idiots around!

"Pledge!" I snap.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he barks back, yelling it loud and clear without any reservations.

I forget what his name is; Jason, maybe? As long as he's being puppetted around by the Moonlight™ app, it doesn't matter. He'll answer to anything I call him with a rigid smile and a purple stare. He might technically be asleep, but honestly I prefer underclassmen this way. They're much less annoying.

"Scrub these toilets good!" I sneer enjoying the way he hangs on my every word, "You're the janitor for Delt-Ep-Phi's party tonight! I don't want to see any shit or puke unless you're mopping it up! Got it?"

"Yes, brother, sir!"

Just like that, my obedient janitor agrees to my orders and resumes mopping like his life depends on it. At the very least, Moonlight™ has made these pledges more effective. It would have been impossible to force menial work on a freshman without getting a half-assed result. Too many of the guys at this school are rich kids from prep schools: the kind that would be mortified to be near a mop, let alone clad in some sticky maintenance uniform. I bet Jacob, or whatever the fuck his name is, would be mortified to find out that this thing hasn't been washed in years. We just keep throwing it in the closet for the next pledge we have moonlight as janitor. The only thing that makes the dank BO of the garb bearable is the accompanying scent of cleaning chemicals.

I ignore the smell and give the guy a slap on the neck, leaving him to mop the bathroom in silence. My next stop is the kitchen, where I check on my younger cousin Tristan. Tonight, he's just the dishwasher.

"Sup, dude," I say, "Grab me a beer."

"Yes, brother, sir!" he yells back like an army cadet, obediently fetching a bottle from the fridge and opening it for me.

"How's dish-duty?"

"It's amazing! I love being the dishwasher, brother, sir!" my cousin beams.

It's weird to see him like this; with glowing eyes and forced grin. The Tristan I know is charming and unbothered, normally gliding through conversation with subtle looks and gestures. He's normally got this cool style that wins over girls and intimidates guys, so it doesn't help that he's all dressed up in the frat's old dish-boy uniform. I really hate that an upperclassman wrote on his forehead. That'll make classes next week a bit awkward. I suppose it's just a normal part of hazing, and I'm not going to make an exception just because he's my family.

"You gonna be a good dishwasher for the party tonight?" I probe, taking a sip of beer.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he declares, "I'll be ready at the sink for anything that needs cleaned, and I'll be ready to refill any of my brother's drinks."

"That's right, and remember only brothers can get a refill. Girls have to ask one of us to get it from you," I make sure to clarify. It makes it a lot easier to pick up girls when they have to approach us for their next drink. If only I could use Moonlight™ on them to put them to work as the frat's strippers or something. That'd really be getting the most out of the app!

Heavy bass blares from the other room: the party's getting started. I've already spent too much time with Tristan, so I say bye to my cousin and head on out to the main area.

Standing by the door is our coat rack: his name's Kyle, and he's much better as furniture.

"Your arms tired yet, Kyle?" I sneer.

"No, brother, sir!" he grins back.

I laugh a bit when I notice someone wrote a 'kick me' message, pointing at his crotch. A guy like Kyle could definitely use a good kick in the nuts. The freshman came to our call-out with an insanely high opinion of himself. He seemed to think he had every right to get in because he was a legacy. Apparently, his dad is rich alumni so we couldn't refuse him, but that didn't make him immune to our new hazing ritual via Moonlight™. He definitely got the worst job in the house. He might not be scrubbing toilets or cleaning dishes, but his arms are sure to be sore as fuck by morning; not to mention all the kicks in the groin he's guaranteed to get!

"Are you gonna hold those coats, pledge?" I snarl in his face, getting only a cold smile in return.

"Yes, brother, sir!"

"And why is that?" I spit menacingly.

"Because I'm a coat rack, brother, sir!"

"That's right, and coat racks don't react when they get a kick in the balls, right?"

"No, brother, sir!"

With a chuckle, I swing my foot into his crotch. Kyle jerks, but his lips remain stretched across his face in a toothy grin. His body can't help but flinch at the sudden pain, but it only takes a second for Moonlight™ to reassert control. Barely a few seconds have passed and he's back, stiffly holding his arms out, sweating from the effort of being completely still.

"Thank you, brother, sir!" he manages to say. I guess one of the upperclassmen told Kyle to thank anyone who gives him a kick. That'll be a fun little party trick!

I give the guy a little slap on the face before I leave. Tonight's party is gonna be off the hook! I've still got some time before it starts, maybe I can catch a minute to relax in my room. It's not that late yet, but I'm starting to feel the effects of a long day. I'd love to just lay down, even just for a second.

Unfortunately, I fall asleep...

The next day, I wake up when my phone dings with a notification from the frat group chat...

"What the fuck!" I jump out of bed, "What is this picture?"

Though I don't want it to be true, the picture appears to be me. I'm dressed up like some stupid waiter, with the same cringe smile and glowing eyes as any the other Moonlight™ employee, but that can't be right. We only use the app on pledges! There's no way in hell any of my brothers would sign me up like this!

I rack my brain for any memory of last night's party, trying to recall any clue that'll tell me this picture is a lie. The endeavor only hurts my head, but I do notice that I feel unusually sweaty for having just gotten an entire night's rest. My arm feels sore, and my pajamas feel awkward like I was drunk pulling them on.

"Dude, you were a great manservant last night!" one text reads.

"Totally think you should quit that finance degree and be a full-time butler!"

"I could get used to you fetching us drinks and giving us foot rubs!" another adds, "We should have done this years ago!"

I stare at the texts in horror and step into my bathroom. Sure enough, I see the word 'buttler' written across my forehead in sharpie. Someone must have thought it was hilarious to draw a stupid goatee on my face as well. My eye twitches as I stare at my reflection, rage boiling up inside of me.

"Why the fuck did you do that to me!" I text back, "I'm the fucking president!" Even through the phone, my words drip with malice.

"Don't dish out what you can't take!" one replies simply, "Just a prank, bro!"

I try to slow my breaths, but my fists are clenched painfully tight. I'm gonna beat whoever's idea this was! It's one thing for us to use Moonlight™ on freshmen, but I'm a senior and I refuse to spend my last year in this frat moonlighting as a butler! I'm supposed to be getting drunk and laid at these parties! Not marching around with a bowtie and silver tray, serving drinks and whatever the fuck else!

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up, dude," a guy texts, "You might be in control now that your awake, but remember you're at our whim the second you fall asleep. I could have you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush tonight if you don't behave yourself. Lol."

The message makes me see red, but he's right. An overwhelming sense of helplessness falls over me. I could beat those fuckers up now, but what would that make them do later? They already wrote on my face with permanent ink! What if they made me shave my head or get a tattoo! Fuck!

This can't be legal, but honestly, I have no idea what the contract stated when we signed up for the app! How do I even go about cancelling this Moonlight™ job? The tech is so convoluted and hard to use!

In the meantime, I'll be lucky if all they make me do is serve them their drinks and do their chores. I guess I can live with that for a short while.

With a grimace of resignation, I text back, "Good one, guys."

[lunnfuddi18]

Punjabi bhabhi from NY

[xtramaletf]

Left on Read

“I can’t believe it! He still hasn’t replied!” Mark’s sister groaned

“Hmm” Mark feigned indifference by staring at his phone, but actually he was just scrolling up and down on the Weather app.

“What’s even the point of squeezing myself into this tight, skimpy outfit and going for a run if Brady won’t even snap me back?!”

“Maybe he’s busy, Jess” Mark offered, trying not to grin too much. 

“Ugh whatever I’m gonna go shower” Jessie said, getting up “and stop smiling I know you’re enjoying my suffering.”

Jessie was right, Mark was having the time of his life. It was fun watching straight-as-an-arrow Brady acting boy crazy. Plus, seeing his body in a “skimpy” outfit wasn’t bad either.

[tparker48]

Request for Ayosus

After falling victim to a Ashton's prank, Austin was made pliable as he was turned into a pair of underwear. He tried him on for himself, mushing him between his cheeks as the thin lining danced over his hole. Having had his fun, he placed Austin along the bench as he fished for the antidote. But his friend Jeremy distracted him, telling Ashton about their last game.

Austin couldn't access the rest of his face, flopping around the bench to turn himself over. "Hey guys? A little help here?"

He slowly moved along the edge of the bench, the sleeve of the jockstrap slouching toward the floor. Jerking again, gravity took control as he fell off the bench, landing in a duffle back further below. It reeked of musk, a dildo bulging into his face.

He struggled to remove the rubbery cock head. His mouth snagging on the puffed edges "Gas? Halp!"

The two continued to talk, turning the corner as Jermey showed images on his phone. Another door soon opened, water droplets hitting the cemented floor before a shadow appeared over the bag. Austin couldn't muster the strength to turn himself to look, forcing himself to use his weak angle of his eyes as he looked around the filled bag. He noticed a translucent cup just next to him, a glare from the slanted ceiling as a figure loomed overhead.

A watery hand soon entered, cold droplets pattering into his gaping hole as he was lifted to the outside. The bag came into view. Watery feet wiggling below as a towel wrapped around a pair of legs. Fingertips tapped at the jockstrap, Austin's gaze filling with a built football player as their face came to view. It was Zane, the gassy football player on his team. His gaze was turned forward, fingers widening the underwear as he peeked inside.

"I know for a fact these aren't my underwear, who keeps leaving these in here?" He said, prodding at the puckering cushion.

Austin's eyes scrunched as his hole was stretched open. He wanted to close it to deter from the humiliation, but the prying finger denied it as it burrowed through his now cottoned backside.

"Hmm, ah well. I guess I can try these on, beats wearing my boxers again after practice." Zane unraveled his towel, letting it drop to the floor before he lowered the jockstrap to his feet. Stepping inside, he guided it up his thigh as it cushioned beneath him.

Austin gazed around him, towering thighs filling his peripheral as he rose higher up. Round muscle caved into his facing, rolling beneath him as his elasticity was put to the test. His eyes slanted. His mouth thinned as he sank between flesh and drenched him in warm water. His ass pulled away from him, the cock protruding in between as it guided itself into his hole.

Austin winced, his limbs aching as they were stretched like taffy. "That's..Ah! Hey!"

Zane snapped the waistband along himself, adjusting the front of the jockstrap as the corners of his testicles bulged from the curvature of the fabric. "Damn these sure are tight. Whoever wears these daily really needs a wardrobe change."

He lifted his shorts to his legs, tucking the jockstrap inside as he grabbed the rest of his things. Austin was shrouded in darkness, the mounds tenderizing corners of his face as the player began to walk. This is maddening, Austin thought. This was supposed to be a light prank, not a change of fashion. He struggled against his restrained environment, each step sinking him back to the puckered hole that pinched at his face.

**********************************************

Zane tied his shorts around his waist before taking a turn toward the exercising room. The day was still young enough for him to get a quick exercise before traffic kicked in through the gym. entering through the metal doors, he followed the pathway towards the glass rooms that rested around him, selecting one in the far corner where dumb bells rested on the shelves.

He closed the door, taking the time to stretch his legs to warm them up. They snagged against the jockstrap, twisting like gears rusted together as it pulled at his pubic hairs. These things were certainly rigid, he thought. He tugged harder as they slid against them, stretching them to its max as he took a step.

"Zane!" Austin's voice rang. Softened by the player's glutes.

Zane turned around, following the voice behind him, finding only himself in the room as the other rooms were clear. He could have swore he heard someone. Was it just in his head? He shrugged as he took to the equipment, exercising his arms as he sat upon the bench.

"Yo Zane!" A voice came from the door, Ashton entering as Jeremy followed behind him.

"Oh what's up? I thought I heard someone talking." Zane said, dabbing them as they closed the door.

"What, did you think you were the only one looking for a quiet space? Hah, don't think so."

"We were just having a little fun with Austin. Though he seemed to have slipped from our sight" Ashton said.

Zane lifted his weights, squatting down to grab another dumb bell. "He always seems to do that. If he's not distant he's up in your business." He continued to lift, but felt a snag pull at his hairs. He winced at the sharp pain, forcing himself out of the crouched position as he sat the dumbbells along the corner. "And he's not the only one, this jockstrap is so damn tight."

"Take off your shorts, that should do it."

"I don't want to risk the coach walking in on us. Still remember he thought we were having a cock contest."

"Ah don't be such a worry wart." Ashton said. "There's no one here besides us."

That statement didn't sound promising, but it was better than having his undergarments tearing at his body. He ringed his fingers along the rim of his shorts, stepping out of them as he scooted it beneath the bench. "There, that feels a lot better."

He stretched his legs and popped his toes, returning back to his squats before he lost track. The two watched as he lifted himself from the ground. Ashton eyed Zane's backside, the jockstrap wrapped around drawing his attention. He moved in, walking behind Zane as he could feel the wind flow from his body.

"Ah how badly I wanted to let them breathe. You have no Ide-" a palm struck his backside, his muscle recoiling as he locked in place. His glutes rippled, a burning sensation spreading across his left cheek. "The hell?!"

"Mm, it's got that ripple effect to it." Ashton said.

"Really? Let me have a try." Jeremy said.

Zane shrouded his behind with his palms. "Nobody's trying anything! This ass is unsmakable!"

"Aw come on, just a little squeeze. Those things really bring out your ass."

"Yeah, like a giant beach ball."

"You think?..I mean, no! It's off limits." Zane grabbed his shorts beneath the bench and placed them back on.

He could still feel the impact from Ashton's palm, pulsing beneath the layers of his shorts. He'd better not half left a mark, he thought. But despite the smack, Ashton's words did stick, this jockstrap does bring out his ass. Too much if it got them excited. Maybe he could..no, he didn't have time to think about it now. He had to get home before the sun left the sky.

**********************************************

The door opened softly as the cool air welcomed Zane. His tired feet aching from the long flight of stairs as they carried him through the room. He turned the conditioning higher, stripping down to his underwear as he walked around the living room.

Deep between his mounds, Austin still remained squished, unable to smell the cool air blowing into the player's body as salty fluid dampened the middle of his face. How long has it been since he's been worn? He couldn't remember the time of day before he was succumbed by the mountain of flesh. Even without the fabric covering overhead, the space looked dim as he gazed out from the valleyed crack.

But that all changed as a thud rung through the walls, the crack rippling before fingers widened them.

The musky scenery transformed, cool conditioning blowing into Austin as the scent of roses carried in its wind. Looking through the narrow window of the mounds, he saw Zane move through the room as a mattress rested near the wall, tossing off the last of his clothing as it dangled off the far shelf.

A mirror loomed into his view, Zane's slender physique filling the frame as he looked back and rubbed over his rear. He pinched at the cheek, exposing his predicament mirror. "Damn thing's in there deep, no wonder it was soar on the way here."

Austin squinted upon the player's pries, flinching as fingers prodded at the strip. He tried opening his mouth, but found them sealed shut by the crumpled folds, barely able to let out a mutter as the fingers climbed over him. The digit ringed beneath his face, bulging one side off the other as it stirred inside the puckering hole behind him. He winced at its sloppy sound, like someone smacking their lips in his ear as the finger nudged against him.

"I guess that's gonna be the best gap. My guts feel like they're on fire." Zane said.

Zane took a breath, the mounds rippling as bubbling filled Austin's lobes. That couldn't be what he thought it was, he thought. He didn't know if he could even withstand its blasts. The glutes turned to the ceilings, fingers latching to the corners of the ass as they pulled more flesh apart. A hiss rang from the hole like a tear in an inflatable device, warmth radiating his nostrils as it climbed to the rest of the fabric.

"That's it..just gotta..s..squeeze it." Zane said, churns resonating in his waist as he pulled his cheeks further apart.

Austin winced at the player's foul aroma, a sharp scent of sulfur bringing him to tears as it soaked into him. He'd believe he'd melt with how hot it was, but the mixture of the cool conditioning deterred that from happening. But it did nothing for the frowsy breath that remained. Moans filled the air, a finger dipping into his face as they released the bonds blocking his mouth, stuffing the fingertip inside as it drove into the tight sphincter.

"Ah fuck, there we go. That feels a little bit better." Zane leaned his rear higher, fingering the fabric as his shaft erected.

It was like being skewered as Austin endured the assault. The salty finger in his mouth was already enough he could handle, but the impact of the cock against his hole drove him on edge as he squirmed pleasure. His moans softened by the finger, gumming at the knuckle to catch Zane's attention. He tried to muster words, but came distorted by the flesh blanketed by his own body, shriveling as the finger retracted.

Zane was drunk on his own pleasure, cupping his crotch as it leaked seed from deeper within. Hands clutched eagerly at the corner of his ass, sending Austin in darkness once again as muscle squeaked around him. The earthy scent spread along the walls like cologne, constantly invading his nose as the sweat soaked higher into the fabric.

The hand tossed to the side, Zane beginning to loft as he leaned off the bed. He looked to his bubbled glutes, ringing his fingers against the lining of his crack as a fart squeezed from inside. He pulled them apart, the puckered star blossoming as it nipped at Austin. He farted again, its boom shaking him to his core as it rumbled through him.

Austin blinked to adjust to the blistering air, his lips more maneuverable as he smacked the ends together. “Z..Za..Zan-” a ring echoed through the room, Zane turning over as he picked up the phone.

"Yo Ashton, finally decided to get out of the gym?” Zane said.

“Yeah we decided to call it quits, we can’t seem to find Austin anywhere.”

“Bummer, that sucks. He must’ve gone home when we went to the gym. You know how he gets when it comes to being a plus one.”

“Hehe, yeah I suppose you're right.” his friend said. “Say, you still have that underwear on?”

Austin tried to speak, but the player's thighs mushed against him. “Yeah, I still got them on. They’re still tight, but I think my ass is starting to get used to them.”

“You should wear them often, they make you look sexy. With how tight they are I bet they remind me of when I tried on Austin.”

"Tried on?"

“I-I mean would you look at the time, I’d best be getting some sleep. Chow!”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, but the line ended as a buzz rang through his ear. Shrugging it off, he pulled the covers over his waist. Leaving just a glimpse of his smooth rear as it pointed to the mirror. He smiled as he looked to his backside. “Fuck it, I'm already too deep to not wear where them now. Though they could use a bit of stretching.”

He rubbed over his glutes with the covers, his fingers ringing into his crack. He heaved at himself, gas spewing out from his hole as it escaped into the open air. Austin looked through the tight valley, his eyes watering as he tried to call for Zane. But the sharp hiss drowned him out, the glutes closing together as they sealed his fate. From that day one, he was no more than a pair of undergarments. Worn to every occasion Zane went to as he traveled through practice. Many still wonder where Austin disappeared to. But if they listened, they could hear the soft sound of muffling. But they will never know from where.

[milfasslover]

[ultram0th]

Wolfe Glick's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2

"Damn it!” Blue, working in his home office, heard Kevin groan from the front door.

He pushed himself away from his desk and walked downstairs, trying to figure out what was wrong. In the entryway of their home, he saw his shirtless, hairy boyfriend clad in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap that struggled to contain his massive bulge. He was frowning as he glanced at the porch, the door swinging wide open so that the whole neighborhood could see his buff frame.

“What is it?” Blue asked, placing a tender hand on Kevin’s hairy pec, trying to fight back a smile as the other man shuddered at the touch, his jockstrap-clad bulge twitching.

Kevin tried to focus on the issue at hand, even as he leaned further into Blue’s touch. “Someone stole our package,” he whined. “Again!”

At the sound of the ruckus downstairs, Nick made his way down and over to the other two. He was still naked from his interrupted stream, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him with every step he took. The only thing he wore was a cowboy hat— something that was a permanent fixture of his wardrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his thick country boy accent as prominent as ever.

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself. “It seems that there’s been some porch pirates in the area,” he mused, trying to think up a solution.

Kevin snorted, “Maybe if we had a guard dog to scare the thieves away.”

Nick nodded in agreement. “Some big fella who would scare any of them robbers away. That’d do the trick.”

An idea started to form in Blue’s mind and he began to smirk to himself. “A big, strong guard dog?” he hummed. “That’s a pretty good idea…”

— — —

“…so make sure you like and subscribe for more Pokémon content,” Wolfe Glick said into his webcam, giving his usual sign off for his next video. He clicked on the red circle icon, stopping his recording.

He glanced at the time on his computer, and shot out of his seat once he realized that he was running late for his appointment. The World Champion Pokémon player was an avid streamer, and with Worlds coming up, he was starting to feel the pressure a little bit. It wasn’t anything too terrible, but Wolfe figured that the smartest thing to do would be to talk to a professional before any of his anxieties grew.

After doing some Internet searching, Wolfe had stumbled upon the homepage of a certain hypnotherapist named Blue, who claimed to specialize in work-related anxiety. After one phone call, he’d made an appointment with the hypnotherapist, hoping that he could use his expertise to help him dominate at Worlds and maintain his top position as the World’s Greatest Pokémon Master.

After leaving his place, Wolfe made it to the hypnotherapist’s home office just in time. He parked his car in back and made his way up to the front door.

He barely had time to knock before the front door swung open, revealing the doctor. “Welcome, Wolfe,” Blue grinned. “I’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”

The streamer followed Blue inside the home, noting how cozy it was. There was the faint smell of musk, as if there was an at-home gym on the premises. Plus, he could see a variety of consoles and gaming memorabilia.

“You game?” Wolfe asked, finding playing video games a safe way to form a connection with a new person.

Blue nodded as he led the other man into his office, gesturing towards the sofa for him to relax on. “From time to time,” he said. “My boyfriends play a lot more than I do. They actually stream for a living.”

Wolfe nodded to himself as he took the offered seat.

“But you didn’t come all the way here to discuss gaming with me, did you?” Blue asked, grabbing his notebook and pen. “Tell me, Wolfe, what’s on your mind?”

The streamer shrugged his broad shoulders, and the bottom of his polo lifted with the action, giving Blue a sneak peek of his happy trail. “I’ve just been feeling a little stress and anxiety over this competition that’s coming up,” he admitted. “It’s nothing too much, but I just wanted to talk to someone to make sure I stay grounded.”

Blue nodded, humming to himself in thought. “You know,” he finally said, “there are some hypnosis treatments that I can offer you to help keep your stress levels down.”

“Sure, let’s try it,” he said, leaning back into the sofa.

The hypnotherapist fought to hide his mischievous smirk as he grabbed his pocket watch out of his coat. “Now, just focus your attention on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice,” he said in a smooth tone. 

Wolfe did as instructed, and he instantly felt relaxed as he watched the pocket watch swing left and right. The sounds of the Blue’s melodic words lulled him into a deep sleep, and eventually his eyes glazed over and his jaw was slack as he fell under Blue’s control.

A wide grin stretched out Blue’s face. “Now Wolfe, I want you to listen to every command I give you,” he said, his voice slow and deep. “Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand,” Wolfe repeated in a monotone, his eyes still fixated on the swinging pocket watch.

“Now, Wolfe, you may continue your streaming career, but you’re also going to take up another passion: Bodybuilding.”

“I will take up bodybuilding,” Wolfe repeated.

“You will look into bodybuilding and you will grow consumed with the thought of getting bigger. And you won’t listen to anyone who questions this new desire of yours.”

“I want to get bigger.”

Snap! Blue snapped his fingers, jolting Wolfe out of his daze.

Wolfe jerked back in his seat, rubbing at his temples in confusion. The last thing he’d been able to vividly recall was arriving at the doctor’s home. Yet, after that, everything was fuzzy. He struggled to recall anything during the hypnosis session, but a thick fog seemed to solidify in his brain, effectively blocking it out.

The streamer continued to massage his foggy head as he tried to piece together anything. However, he soon realized that the mild panic he’d felt earlier in the morning was gone. Whereas, he’d felt a little apprehension about the upcoming Pokémon tournaments, he didn’t feel worried in the slightest now as he sat in front of Blue.

The man perked up. “It worked!” he gasped in surprised. “Holy crap, it actually worked!”

Blue smiled to himself. “Of course it did,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s go ahead an schedule you a follow-up…”

After scheduling another session, Wolfe left the doctor’s office with his head held high. The cute streamer was in awe that the hypnotherapy actually worked, and he was planning on telling all of his friends about the miracle worker that Dr. Blue was. However, all of his elation fell down to the ground when he saw his reflection in the tinted windows of his car.

Wolfe deeply frowned when he examined his body.

He’d worn a simple polo and some shorts for his session, so his limbs were easily visible. However, the man grew self-conscious when he saw how stick thin and tiny his arms looked. He flexed one arm, feeling immense disappointment when his bicep barely created a lump. Looking down at himself, his chest seemed embarrassingly flat, showing absolutely zero traces of muscle whatsoever. And his legs were like toothpicks: thin and simple.

Never before had Wolfe ever felt self-conscious about his body. Being a streamer, he tended to not get as much exercise as he’d preferred to; however, all he seemed to be able to think about as he stared at his slender reflection was that he was so small and tiny.

Without a second thought, Wolfe got into his car and sped down the road to one of the local gyms in the area. He hurried inside and paid for a membership, immediately heading towards the weight pile…

— — —

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Blue left his office to go answer it. He swung it open widely, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he saw his altered client.

“Good morning, Dr. Blue,” Wolfe smiled as he entered the house for his follow-up appointment.

It’d been about two months since his last visit, and although he’d known that the results would be drastic, Blue still wasn’t fully prepared for what he saw.

Whereas before, Wolfe had been rather slender and toned, this new hunk was packed with solid muscle. Still wearing the same sized clothes as before, Wolfe’s new muscles stretched every fabric to the limit. His arms had grown, making the tight sleeves of his polo bunch up near his rounding shoulders. The bottom of his shirt was lifted a little bit due to his growing pecs that were now so big that the streamer couldn’t button up the polo at the top. His legs had grown a bit too, forcing his usual strut to take on a little bit of a waddle.

“Wow, Wolfe, you’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Blue mused, quite literally drooling over the growing gamer.

Wolfe blushed a little bit. “Yeah, a little bit,” he said, flexing a sizable bicep, causing the fabric around his arms to rip a little bit. “I’m still nowhere near as big as I’d like to be though.”

Blue smirked a little as an idea formed in his head. “Well, I can help you out with that too,” he offered. “If you’d like, of course.”

Wolfe eagerly agreed and nearly threw himself down onto the couch, sitting up straight as he readied himself for another hypnotherapy session. His stress levels were already at an all time low, so if Blue could help him out with his workouts, then he’d feel one-hundred percent at peace. Over the past few months, Wolfe still streamed and prepared for Worlds; however, whenever he wasn’t playing Pokémon, the stud was in the gym. He worked out religiously all in attempt to bulk up. Although he was gaining some impressive muscles in such a short amount of time (and he’d already gained about twenty pounds of pure muscle), he was nowhere near feeling big enough. He still felt tiny, despite having outgrown all of his clothes that were now plastered against his growing frame.

“Just pay attention to the pocket watch,” Blue ordered, swinging it to and fro.

Again, it didn’t take long before Wolfe was lost in a trance, his jaw slacked as the growing muscle stud was put under.

“Wolfe,” Blue smiled, “you’re making some nice progress, but we can speed things up a bit. You’re now going to feel an urge to take steroids so that you can get as inhumanly big as possible.”

“I will take steroids,” Wolfe repeated, his voice robotic and slow.

“And once you’re all big and bulky like a bodybuilder, you’ll come move in here to be our good guard dog.”

“I will be a big guard dog…”

— — —

Over the next few months, Wolfe practically lived in the gym. He still focused on his streaming career, and even won Worlds. However, now that that was out of the way, the growing hunk was able to devote all of his time to working out and growing his muscles.

At his gym, he’d managed to make some connections to get a hold of some fast-acting steroids that were guaranteed to bring about drastic results. At first, Wolfe noticed the side effects more than anything. His body hair grew in thicker with all of the extra testosterone in his system, leading to his chest hair growing in at a faster rate and covering up all of his budding muscles. And his libido was in hyperdrive. The streamer was constantly horny, and after each workout session, he had to excuse himself to the locker room to take care of his throbbing member.

Whereas Wolfe had started out his hypnotherapy sessions weighing in a regular 180 pounds, the stud was now topping the scales at 320 pounds of pure, solid muscle. His arms had packed on so much size that he had trouble bending them past a ninety degree angle, and whenever they were relaxed, they rested atop his new flaring lats. His pecs had inflated to large proportions, looking cumbersome and heavy as they jutted off his torso. The hairy mounds were so large that they forced his nipples to point downward; and his large pecs and arms kept pushing against each other whenever he tried to told a game controller for his streams which led to a lot of his videos showing him struggling to get comfortable in his tiny chair with such a large bulky body. His legs were so large now that the streamer waddled everywhere he went, his massive thighs rolling over each other with each step. Thanks to his steroid usage, his stomach pushed out slightly, giving him the beginnings of what would eventually turn into a large, round roidgut.

Wolfe was huge! His large hairy muscles were professional bodybuilder size, and the stud still wanted to get bigger. He had trouble finding clothes that would fit over his enormous bulk, resulting in his wardrobe consisting of numerous tanks and loose shorts. Still, at their largest size, his shorts appeared shrink wrapped around his big quads, and his pecs constantly spilled out over the tops of his tanks.

It was dressed like this that Wolfe made his way back to Blue’s place for what was supposed to be their final session. Although Wolfe felt as if his anxiety was under control, he still felt compelled to venture back to the hypnotherapist’s office.

When he entered, he felt an odd surge of pride when he saw how wide Blue’s eyes got when looking at his muscles.

“Wow, Wolfey,” Blue genuinely mused. “You’re huge!”

Wolfe felt his face stretch out into a joyful smile at being called huge, and he couldn’t resist forming a double biceps pose on the spot. His mountainous biceps flexed with power, and since he’d come straight to the doctor’s after his workout, his hairy pits were all sweaty and musky, filling the small office with a locker room aroma.

Blue ran an admiring hand over one of Wolfe’s large muscletits, giving the round muscle a playful squeeze. “You must’ve been working out a lot,” he teased. “Such a big, strong guy you are!”

Wolfe couldn’t help but preen at the compliments he was getting. For some strange reason, they seemed to bring about a joyous sensation deep within him, and he felt himself growing more and more excited by the second. His hard cock started to tent out his workout shorts, and he moved to another pose. This time, forming a side chest pose to illustrate just how much work he’d put into building up his massive body.

“Is that him?” Wolfe heard a deep voice with a country accent ask.

Still posing, he looked over to the stairs to see two men descend. One was wearing cowboy hat while the other had grown out what looked like a porn stache. Both were hairy and left their impressive (yet way smaller than his) chests on full display.

Instead of being self-conscious at being caught showing off his muscles for another guy, Wolfe loved having more guys look at him. The streamer leaned forward to form a most muscular pose, loving every second that the three guys were gawking at his humongous muscles.

“Yep,” Blue said, clapping Wolfe on the back. “This is Wolfey, our new guard dog. With muscles as big as his, no one will dare to steal our packages anymore. Watch…”

The hypnotherapist pressed a button on his phone, making the doorbell ring.

Something inside of Wolfe clicked and the large bodybuilder streamer felt a fierce protectiveness grow inside of himself. Looking at Blue, Nick, and Kevin, Wolfe started to view the men in a different light. Suddenly, instead of strangers, the three of them were the most handsome men in the world to Wolfe, and he could feel an almost animalistic instinct form in the pit of his gut.

At the thought of someone being at the door, Wolfe dropped onto all fours with a loud thud. The large bodybuilder crawled over the door, his massive muscular arms slamming onto the floor intimidatingly as he moved. He felt himself bare his teeth, letting out a low, bellowing growl.

“Grrr…” Wolfey growled as he protected his new home like a guard dog. He puffed out his hairy, muscular chest with power. Had someone really been at the door, then no doubt, they would’ve been scared away by the sight of the growling bodybuilder.

Blue smirked and walked up to Wolfey. He fastened a leather collar with spikes adorning it around his neck. Attached to it was a metallic tag in the shape of a dog bone that read out: WOLFEY.

Wolfey flinched at the feeling and for a moment, something inside of his foggy brain screamed at him that something was wrong. It said that he shouldn’t be on the floor of the hypnotherapist’s office, and that he shouldn’t be this big. However, as he looked up into Blue’s eyes, he felt the panic quickly evaporate and he flexed his large muscles with pride.

“Who’s my good boy?” Blue teasingly asked, patting Wolfey on the head.

The bodybuilder streamer straightened his posture and flexed his large arms again. “Me,” he beamed widely. “I’m a good boy!”

Over the next few days, Wolfey blended into the new dynamic at Blue’s household seamlessly. In the morning, he would wake up and stream some Pokémon, showing off his massive muscles for his viewers and flexing whenever they tipped him. Then he’d start to work out in the home gym, grunting loudly as he lifted heavy weights like they were nothing. He also proved to be quite the guard dog too, fiercely protecting his new house and its inhabitants. There were no more porch pirate incidents, especially after Wolfey came bounding out the front door, barking and displaying his massive muscles to scare the would-be robber away.

The massive bodybuilder guard dog loved his new life with Blue, Kevin, and Nick. He was such a good boy.

[umpoppamowmow]

Now that I think about it, with that short skirt, I should have squatted down