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Melorius's shop: Mankind History

The night started like any other for Lucas: hunched over his desk, flipping through textbooks, trying to finish the assignments that always consumed his evenings. It wasn’t a choice, really, if he didn’t focus on his studies, he knew the fraternity jocks from Alpha Sigma Sigma would make his life even more miserable than it already was. But tonight, Lucas wasn’t aware that things were about to get much worse.

At that very moment, Chad and his pack of frat brothers were making their way through an old costume shop downtown. They were looking for outfits for the big Halloween "Trick or Dick Party" they were throwing, each one of them trying to outdo the other in finding the most absurd or outrageous costume. Chad, their leader, wore his usual cocky grin as he sifted through racks of cheesy superhero outfits, typical roman warriors and inflatable dinosaur suits.

“Guys, over here,” Chad called, spotting a strange, dusty section in the back of the shop. There, hanging alone on a rusted hook, was a skimpy caveman outfit. It was nothing more than a ragged loincloth made of rough cheap fabric looking like some cheap joke. Chad's eyes gleamed with mischief. “Check it out. This would be perfect for Lucas.”

The guys gathered around, laughing at the thought of Lucas, the scrawny nerd they loved bullying, dressed in such a humiliating costume. Chad grabbed the outfit, spinning it around in his hands. “Imagine him in this, his small thin pathetic body exposed to everyone, walking around on all four. He’d make the perfect mascot for the frat!”

The other boys nodded eagerly, their imaginations already running wild. "Let’s take it. Screw paying for it. This old men over here won't notice one missing." Chad stuffed the caveman outfit into his underwear and padded it a bit. His musky dick scrubbing the loincloth of the costume. The group laughed looking at their leader hiding the costume and then decided to get out before someone could find them, not even taking the time to grab costumes for themselves and deciding they would wear their Football uniforms tonight. ___

Hours passed, and Lucas eventually gave in to exhaustion, deeply falling asleep as the next-door frat boy party was about to begin in an hour or two. He didn’t hear the creak of his bedroom door opening, nor the hushed whispers and giggles of the frat boys as they snuck inside. Chad led the way, pulling the caveman outfit from his jockstrap while the others grabbed Lucas by the arms and legs, pinning him to the bed.

Lucas stirred, eyes fluttering open, confusion spreading across his face. “What the…” he started, but before he could protest, Chad ripped the covers off him, leaving him exposed in nothing but his underwear.

“Rise and shine, nerd!” Chad sneered, pulling the waistband of Lucas’s boxers down to his knees. Lucas squirmed in panic, but the boys held him down. His heart raced with humiliation as they laughed and jeered, treating him like some plaything. His face burned with shame, and he felt powerless as Chad held the caveman loincloth in front of him.

“N-no, please,” Lucas whimpered, “Let me go! I did everything you asked for! Just… let me go, please!” Lucas was shaking his head, but Chad only grinned wider.

“Time to become a real man, Lucas,” Chad mocked as he yanked the loincloth up Lucas’s legs, forcing the scratchy musky fabric around his waist.

The moment the costume touched Lucas’s skin, he felt a strange heat radiate through his body. At first, it was just an uncomfortable warmth, but then it started to burn. His muscles twitched uncontrollably, his body jerking beneath the frat boys’ grip. All of them looked at each other in fear that Lucas was having a seizure or something. But when they saw his biceps contract and starting to grow, they all looked at each other knowing that something great could come out of this, and they would have a laugh along the go.

“W-what’s happening to me?” Lucas gasped, his eyes wide with panic.

The frat boys leaned further in, watching in fascination as Lucas’s body began to change. His once-thin arms started to swell, muscles expanding, veins bulging beneath his skin. His bones cracked and lengthened, his fingers thickening into meaty, rough hands. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas groaned in agony, trying to fight it, but his body kept transforming against his will.

“Holy shit, look at him!” one of the boys exclaimed, watching as Lucas’s chest began to push outward, thick pecs growing where his once-flat chest had been. Dark hair sprouted all over his body, thick tufts covering his chest, arms, pits and pubes. Some of the frat boys were starting to really question what was happening and if they should just let him go and maybe ask for help, but Chad, always to confident and really wanting to push the humiliation on Lucas, forced them to stay in place. Lucas was feeling the millions of hair follicles piercing his skin. It was like he was getting tattooed on his whole body and it was a pain like he never felt before. But what really triggered his fear is when he tilted his head down to see the pubes climbing up his thickening abs just before his growing pecs totally blocked his vision. He hears Chad laughed followed by the others and the next thing he felt was the pain in his nostrils as a new musk was getting more and more pungent. Something musky, manly, earthy. Chad laughed again realizing it smelt like him after a training in the locker room. “Hahaha, looks like you smell like me now bro. That’s what a real man smells like!” Lucas opened his eyes realizing that his body was now creating this manly Chady musk. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as the boys kept laughing while gripping him.

Lucas could barely think through the pain as his muscles bulged bigger and stronger. His thighs thickened, splitting his legs apart with their sheer size. His feet stretched, growing massive, hairy, and ape-like, the toes becoming thick and nimble, almost like hands looking feet. He tried to scream, to beg them to stop, but all that came out were pitiful grunts.

“Hah, look at him,” Chad taunted, slapping Lucas’s newly muscled chest. “The nerd’s turning into a goddamn caveman!”

Lucas’s cock, which had always been embarrassingly small, now swelled in size. His groin already transformed in a forest of thick, coarse hair started to pulse with a weird energy as his dick grew longer, thicker, throbbing painfully against the loincloth. The humiliation of it all was overwhelming, and yet, Lucas felt something else, something primal, rising inside him. His dick kept growing longer and longer, thicker and thicker. The outline was really visible through the loincloth and you could see his heart beat making the cloth spasm. He hated what they were doing to him, hated how they were watching him, but he couldn’t stop the arousal that built with every passing second. Out of nowhere, Lucas started to feel a new intrusive sensation on his now huge 10 inches cock. It felt like something was growing on it, something tight and kind of arousing. All of a sudden, Lucas heard the boys starting to laugh as they Chad said in a manly voice. “Looks like the ape is uncut now!” Lucas was terrified. His foreskin just grew back and he could feel his cock head become more and more sensitive as precum started to leak out of his cock and stay trapped inside his new enclosure.

Lucas felt the grip on his right arm started to loosen up. With a fast movement, he freed his arm. But instead of trying to fight, he felt the stamina rise in him and his arm started to venture to his new dick. His hand moved on its own, reaching down to touch his growing cock, loosening up the loincloth along the way. “N-no, I don’t want this!” Lucas groaned, trying to pull his hand away, but his new body had other ideas. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, and the moment he made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through him. He gasped, his body arching off the bed as he began to stroke himself.

The frat boys roared with laughter, watching as Lucas jerked himself off right in front of them, his eyes wild with fear and confusion. “Oh my god, he’s loving it!” Chad howled. “Look at him go!”

Lucas’s mind was trapped in horror, unable to control his own actions as his body gave in to its primal urges. His strokes became faster, more desperate, and within moments, he felt his cock pulse violently. “No, no, no!” he groaned, but it was too late. His hips bucked, and he exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering across his hairy chest. The orgasm was intense, overwhelming, and left him gasping for breath, his entire body trembling.

But it didn’t stop. His cock throbbed again, and even though he had just cum, the need built up inside him once more. “Oh god,” Lucas whimpered, feeling his cock harden again almost immediately. His hand resumed its stroking, faster this time, more frantic.

“Holy shit, he’s gonna blow again!” one of the boys laughed, pointing as Lucas’s cock spasmed, another wave of cum shooting out of him. His hairy groin was slick with it, and the frat boys looked on, wide-eyed, as Lucas came a second time, his body jerking uncontrollably.

Minutes passed, but Lucas couldn’t stop. He came again. And again. His cock was so sensitive now, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His mind was reeling, horrified by what was happening, but his body craved it, needed it. Each orgasm was more intense than the last, his cum splattering everywhere, coating his chest, stomach, and the bed beneath him. With every orgasm he released, Lucas’s face was changing. Becoming manlier, more rugged. His nose broadens, his lip getting thicker. Stubble started to grow on his chicks and chin, his eyebrows turned bushier, his eyes going from a light grey to deep chocolate brown, his tongue growing thicker and longer, but most importantly, his hair started to grow longer and longer, thicker and thicker, curlier and curlier until they were touching his new muscled shoulders. He looked like a total cavemen now, his eyes were now the reflection of an animal only thinking about eating and fucking.

The frat boys stood back, letting him writhe on the bed, jerking off uncontrollably. “Jesus, he’s like an animal,” Chad muttered, watching as Lucas’s mind slipped further into primal madness.

Lucas could feel his mind slipping. The more he came, the less control he had. His brain felt foggy, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the musk, and the feral instincts that were taking over. His thoughts became simpler, his vocabulary shrinking, replaced by grunts and growls.

Chad smirked, realizing what had happened. “Well, boys, looks like we’ve got ourselves a new mascot.”

With that, they grabbed Lucas, who now moved in a mix of all four positions and standing ones, his massive feet gripping the floor like hands, and led him out of his dorm room. His body was no longer his own, and his mind was trapped, helpless to stop what was happening. He followed the frat boys without question, his cock still leaking with every scrub of the rough musky loincloth he was wearing, leaving a trail of cum behind him as they led him back to the frat house.

At the Halloween party that night, Lucas, now fully transformed into a feral caveman, was the center of attention. The frat boys paraded him around, showing him off to the guests. He walked on all fours, his huge, hairy body covered in musky cum, his cock still hard and throbbing. The girls screamed, the guys laughed, and Lucas’s mind could only watch in horror as his body followed its primal urges.

He couldn’t stop touching himself, couldn’t stop cumming. Every few minutes, he’d grunt and spasm, another load shooting out of him, covering the floor as he crawled around like an animal. His once-sharp mind was now reduced to nothing but basic instincts, driven by pleasure and the commands of the frat boys.

And as midnight arrived, Lucas came again one last time as he forgot who he was. From now on, he was their caveman, their obedient, cum-dripping mascot, his body and mind forever trapped in primal chaos.

In his shop, Mister Melorius was doing his inventory when he realized he couldn’t find one of his costumes. He looked for it everywhere but couldn’t put his hand on it. He snapped his fingers and saw in front of him an orb of sparkling light appears. In it, the vision of Chad laughing as he was put the cavemen loincloth inside his jock and scrubbing his dick before exiting his shop. “Hope you had a good laugh Chad, because now I’m coming for you …”

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Hey guys!

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I’ll try my best to post more often in the future.

I hope you liked this story! It was inspired by a prompt from an anonymous sender:

"How about a group of jocks stealing a costume from a shop and forcing a nerd to wear it? Maybe it could be a caveman or a foreign construction worker uniform."

If you sent this to me, I hope you enjoyed it!

As always, feel free to reach out if you want to chat or send me a prompt—whether related to this event or any other stories you’d like me to write.

See you soon!

[vanillayoteart]

Gothic Punk 2

You ever finish turning into a vixen with an impeccable sense of style? Something for juniortumblewwd from my weekly streams!

[archie-sunshine]

collectors items

[immortalmrwavell]

Getting The Job

(Original story posted November 7th 2021. Original story title “Better Life, Cop Life”) This story has been mildly Updated!

Recently Eric’s life had been going down the drain. First he split up with his boyfriend Jake after discovering he was cheating. Then he lost his job due to staff cuts. And to top it off he then lost his old apartment since it was all in Jake’s name. Now his ex was living in their old place with the guy he cheated with while Eric was struggling to find a new job while living in the cheapest apartment he could find. As he applied for shitty job after job he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve all this? Was it all some kind of cruel universal joke?

As he was job hunting, one of the positions that popped up was a job at a small clothing shop called “Threads for Life”. The description of the job itself was extremely vague but he assumed it would just be retail. Working a till and serving customers etc. So he applied.

Surprisingly they were the first to get back to him about his application and in such a short time frame as well. They emailed asking for him to come in for an interview. Of course Eric accepted. Why wouldn’t he? The only weird thing was how close this shop seemed to be. It was just down the road from his old apartment and still rather close to his current one but he could swear he’d never seen or heard of the shop before. He just chalked it up to him being unobservant and forgetful.

On the day of the interview Eric found the shop just where it was said to be. Even after seeing it though, nothing clicked. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t here before. He shook the odd feeling off however as he stepped up to the front door perfectly on time and looking his best.

Upon entering he was greeted by a middle aged man who introduced himself as the owner of the establishment, Tony. The two exchange greetings before Tony ushered Eric to follow him. Eric expected to be taken immediately to an office but instead Tony simply walked through the many isles of clothing with him while chatting casually about the shop and its history.

Before Eric had assumed this to be a simple clothes shop. One that sold shirts, pants and all the rest like most other shops. And it did. But something Eric was quick to notice was how most of the clothes seemed to be matched together in outfits. Rather than being separated into different sections, almost all the clothes in the shop had already been prematched. There were plenty of casual combos like t-shirts and jeans or shorts and tank tops however as they moved from aisle to aisle there were a very noticeable amount of clothes that seemed more like costumes.

Some were more understandable like suits. But a lot of the others?… Eric took note of medical scrubs, fireman uniforms, motorcycle gear, handyman clothes, police uniforms, cowboy costumes, construction clothes and so much more. Eric also couldn’t help noting that none of the clothes seemed to be marketed towards women. He supposed the shop specialised in men’s attire specifically. Still he couldn’t help but find the layout of the store to be… strange.

“Soooo… Eric was it? Before I can give you a job. I want to ask you a couple questions.” The owner said as he sat down on a cushioned stool near the back of the shop, prompting Eric to do the same.

Eric of course agreed to this as questions were standard procedure for almost any interview so he was ready for it..

“Okay first question then. Growing up, did you ever have any dreams of who you’d eventually become? What job you’d want to strive for? What kind of man you’d want to become?” Tony asked.

It was a strange question for sure but Eric still pondered it for a moment before answering. “Well I don’t think I was ever dead set on anything but I remember wanting to be something along the lines of a fireman… or a police officer maybe?”

Tony nodded, seeming pleased with that answer. “Okay then second question. Are you content with the current direction your life has taken or would you still like to fulfill that childhood dream if you could?”

Eric chuckled at the bizarre question. “Well… my life hasn’t exactly been going in a good direction recently. If I could change some things I would. But if you’re asking me whether I’d wanna become a cop then… I just don’t think I have what it takes.” He gestured down at his body. “I’m thin and lanky. Don’t really go to the gym that much and I’m not all that good with confrontation. To be honest I just don’t think I have the right mindset to be a cop you know?” Eric huffed before looking back up at the owner. “And no offense but what does that have to do with me working here?”

Tony didn’t answer at first. He just smiled before standing back up again. The owners eyes glanced around the store, mainly at all the costumes and then turned back to Eric.

“Alright. I think I can give you a job.”

Eric was surprised when he heard that. All he’d done was answer two silly questions. He tried to query as to how those questions even mattered but Tony simply asked Eric to follow him. Confused as ever, Eric did just that.

The pair made their way back down the isles of outfits. They passed by the suits, doctors scrubs and all the other costumes yet again. Only the weird thing was now that Eric was getting a closer look at them, he started to notice how real the costumes looked. They weren’t just silly fake costumes you’d wear to a party. They were the real deal! Actually looking as though they belonged to real firemen and real doctors. Even the tradie outfits looked dirty as if they’d been used for actual tradie work.

Tony stopped in front of the police uniforms. Eric was quick to notice just how real those looked as well. Not just uniform but genuine looking police badges as well. Not to mention the radio, utility belt and even a body cam that all looked completely real. As if they’d been taken directly from actual cops and put on display.

“Pick one.” Was all Tony said.

“What? Seriously?” Eric was baffled. This had to be some kind of joke right?

“Oh come on. Humour me a little. Pick one out.” Tony urged, patting Eric on the back. “Though if I were you I’d certainly pick that one.” The shop owner pointed out a specific uniform amongst the selection. Eric didn’t really see why it’d matter which one he chose as they mostly looked the same anyway.

Eric sighed. “Fine, I’ll pick that one then. Now what? Want me to go try it on.” He joked only to be met by an affirming nod from Tony.

“Changing rooms are just over there.”

Eric raised an eyebrow at the man but decided what the hell. He took the uniform off the rack along with the equipment. Tony then picked up the large black boots and placed them on top of the uniform in Eric’s hands. Eric shook his head as he turned and walked off towards the changing rooms.

He shut the blue curtain behind as he stepped into one of the stalls. It was a fair bit bigger than he’d expected it to be. Eric sat the uniform down on the bench before striping himself down to his boxer briefs. After setting his own clothes to one side, he began to get dressed in the police uniform.

First thing he did was pull on the pants which he found to be rather baggy. He sat down to prevent them from falling as he grabbed the shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He made sure to tuck it into his pants before grabbing the utility belt and strapping firmly around his waist. He still couldn’t believe it had a real taser attached to it and everything. Lastly Eric slid his feet into the heavy black boots which were clearly a couple sizes too large.

With that Eric stood up to take a look in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The uniform was far too big and baggy on him. He looked like he was playing dress up more than anything. He slid his hands into his pockets as looked at himself a little more, amused by the uniform. Though as his hands dug around in the pockets, he realised something was in one of them. It was small and metallic. Eric pulled it out to reveal a name tag with “J. Desmond” engraved on it. Jokingly Eric decided to pin it to his shirt for a laugh.

Eric shook his head again at how silly this all was. Why had Tony made him put this one anyway? With a shrug he was just about to start taking the uniform off, not wanting to look stupid when he stepped out of the changing room. But before he could even start unbuttoning the shirt, he began to feel…weird. Like a warm wave of pure pleasure began flowing over him. A wave so incredible that he almost didn’t notice his body starting to change.

His upper body was first to see a transformation. His back widening significantly as his flat chest began to bubble and swell into two thick hefty pecs. Pecs that grew larger until they started to strain his shirt slightly. The same shirt that’d been hanging loosely off his frame moments ago now starting to fill out at an alarming rate. Especially as his shoulders bulged to the size of cannon balls while his traps grew to match. His waist grew larger but tighter at the same time as fat melted away in place of pure raw muscle. Showing itself even more so in the form of abs. They weren’t chiseled washboard abs, they were thicker and softer than that but still impressive all the same.

But his arms. They were what really caught Eric’s attention. Partly thanks to the cop shirt he was wearing being a short sleeve which gave him a full view of their transformation. He got to watch as veins pulsed across his skinny twig-like arms as though they were being pumped full of unseen energy. And then with pain or warning they started to swell. His previously non existent biceps began hulking into reality as the muscle beneath his skin inflated. It should’ve been impossible. Seemingly gaining mass from nothing. But his eyes witnessed it all. His forearms expanded rapidly while his hands cracked and thickened. His biceps continued to balloon with power and size until they stretched his sleeves. Only then did they finally stop. His veins subsided as his arms reached their new colossal size.

His upper body might’ve been massive now but his lower body was getting ready to catch up. Eric’s waist and hips had already widened enough for the waist of the cop pants to fit securely. Now it was his legs turn to catch up.

In seconds they put on an unbelievable amount of sheer muscle mass. It was as though someone had plugged an air pump into his legs and started filling them up. But it wasn’t air. It was pure real muscle. Eric couldn’t help but groan a little as his pants began to feel tighter. He leaned against the wall of the cubicle for support as his thighs and calves continued to bloat thicker and more powerful by the second. The once baggy cop pants now fit him like a glove. But it wasn’t just his legs. His backside started to swell as well. His once average butt growing into a juicy muscular bubble ass that strained against the back of his pants perfectly. Not to mention his feet cracking and lengthening similar to hands. Growing multiple sizes until they fit perfectly inside the black cop boots he had on.

When the next change kicked in, Eric’s eyes widened as one of his hands instinctively flew towards his crotch. Grabbing his bulge tightly as even that began to swell and grow. His eyes began to roll back as his cock snaked down one his legs, growing girthier in the process. Meanwhile his balls followed suit as they bloated into fat heavy nuts full to the brim with cum.

His body was complete but his head still had to change. A stinging sensation came over his face as it started to morph. The shape of his head and all of his features altering dramatically until he was unrecognisable from the man he once was. His new look being much sharper and masculine in a way that would’ve screamed high school jock had he been a little younger. All the while the light stubble he’d always carried grew into more of a short well kept beard while the messy mid length hair he adorned shortened into faded crew cut.

“Fuuuuuck…” Eric groaned as the transformation subsided at last. There was a clear difference in his voice. It must’ve been altered with the rest of his body. He found himself looking back into the mirror with amazement. No longer was he that scrawny pale figure of a man he’d seen reflected all his life. Now he was… buff. Really buff! And hot as fuck!. It was unreal. The uniform that was more or less falling off him moments ago now clung to him as though he were made for it. He couldn’t stop himself from running his hands up and down his torso, feeling a set of strong abs hiding under his shirt before drifting back up to squeeze his power new pecs through the fabric. He never thought he’d actually have fucking pecs but here he was now! Groping and kneading them.

In all the excitement his cock began to firm up. Eric could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as his growing erection created a clear outline in his pants. He smirked as he brought both hands down towards his crotch. Gently he rubbed his hands across the length of his dick through his pants.

Eric looked back into the mirror before bringing both arms up into flex. His already hard cock twitched at the sight of his biceps bulging, threatening to rip his sleeves in the process. The strength he felt flowing through his arms… No, his whole body was intoxicating! With his left hand Eric proceeded to grasp and squeeze his right bicep. It seemed impossible, like he was living in a lucid dream!

Just then Eric thought of something he’d always wished he could do. He’d never been buff enough to do it before. But now? He lowered his arms to his sides, stood up straight before flexing his chest. His pecs bounced. Eric’s eyes widened in amazement at the sight of his new muscle tits jumping underneath the shirt. He bounced them a few more times before cupping them again with a sense of pure wonder flowing through him. “These feel fucking amazing…”

Once he’d finished admiring his pecs, Eric remembered something else that’d grown. He turned his back to the mirror and looked behind. His cock twitched extra hard this time as he caught sight of his muscular new cop butt straining against his uniform pants. He couldn’t help himself. Before long his greedy hands were reaching back and grasping at his thick bubbly ass. “Oooohh fuuck.” He growled, feeling just how hefty they were. “My ass is fucking huge!…” Eric murmured aloud, lost in the pleasure. So lost in fact that he didn’t even notice Tony peering through the curtains. Watching with a horny gaze as Eric squeezed and groped his fat new ass. Even watching as Eric went as far as to place his hands just under his ass cheeks and start jiggling them, dumbly laughing as he did.

Eric felt his cock pulsing and bucking uncontrollably as he played with his cop butt. So much so that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Soon enough he spun back around to face the mirror again before unzipping his pants. Tony continued to creep in on the show while Eric shoved a hand into his underwear, struggling to free his erection. With a little effort however Eric was able to let out a satisfied sigh as his girthy python sprung free. The thing must’ve been around 9 inches long and insanely thick. It was every man’s dream cock.

A slapping noise could be heard from the changing rooms as Eric began smacking his cock against his hand while he admired it. Every smack sent a pleasurable shiver through his body. He had to stroke it. He was just able to wrap his hand around its full girth before he started to pump. It had to have been at least three times more sensitive than his old cock as Eric couldn’t stop cursing while he pumped it.

He began to jerk faster as he looked over his new body in the mirror again. His handsome bearded face and buff body. How thick his legs were. How buff his arms had become. How massive his chest had grown. Just looking at it all reflected back at him allowed him to jerk off furiously. He then looked down at his cock. He loved seeing it. Soooo thick and excited as some precum started to drip from the tip. With how sensitive it was and intensely he was pumping it, Eric could tell he was gonna to blow any moment.

He turned to his left, getting a perfect side view of his body. He couldn’t help but fixate on how much his ass stood out. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching his free hand back towards it again. Before long he was groping his ass and jerking his cock all at the same time. The new cop was having the time of his goddamn life!

“Fuuuuuuuccck!” That was enough to send him over the edge. Tony, who was still watching, saw Eric's ass clench and his cock erupt with an enormous load. One so big that it shit cum all over the benches adjacent to the new cop as well as his old and now ill fitting clothes. His cock continued to buck and twitch for a good few moments afterwards. Shooting a few more times as it covered the floor in front of him with cum.

“See. I knew you’d like that one.” Tony finally made himself known as he pulled back the curtain.

Eric whipped around, still panting a little. “Fuck I… my deepest apologies sir… I couldn’t stop myself.” He tried to reason.

“No need to apologise Officer.” Tony smirked as he glanced down at Eric’ softening cock, still dripping cum. “Most find it hard to contain themselves after what you just went through. So no need to worry. I’ll even get it cleaned up for ya.” The store manager smiled innocently.

“Officer?…” Eric repeated what the other man had said to him as though it weren’t the truth. It sounded weird and off putting to hear someone call him that. So why did it sound so right at the same time?

“Well you are a Cop now. Officer James Desmond to be precise, so you better get used to hearing it.” Tony nodded towards the name tag that was pinned to Eric’s shirt.

Hearing that name triggered something inside Eric. Memories of being Cop flooded his mind along with a bunch of other unfamiliar memories. He still remembered who he used to be but now he had a whole new life filling his head that made his old one feel like a fleeting dream. A new life as Officer James Desmond.

“Thank you sir. You have no idea how grateful I am for all this…” James stated, his new manners kicking in right away. Immediately after he tucked his fat new cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip. “But I’ve got to be back at the station in half an hour.”

“No worries Officer! I completely understand. You head off and I’ll be sure to get all your ball batter cleaned. Might take me a while though.” Tony joked, earning a chuckle from James.

“Heh sorry sir. Got myself a pair of bull balls down here.” James gave his crotch a quick squeeze. “Well I’m off. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me down at the staton.” He said, passing by Tony as he exited the changing cubicle.

“Oh don’t worry I will.” Tony replied, giving James’ ass a smack as he passed. He continued to watch James’ ass shake as he sauntered away up until the sexy new cop reached the front door.

James hopped into his car, not even noticing it’d been morphed into a cop car, before starting up the engine. As he drove towards the station he couldn’t help but daydream about plunging his cock into some other hot cop’s ass or having another cop fuck his new bubble butt. Surely some of his buddies down at the station would be down for some fun. According to his memories he seemed to recall catching his own partner checking out his ass a couple times…

Back at the shop. “Another life bettered and another hot stud on the streets. A pretty good day I’d say” Tony sighed to himself with a smile before turning back towards the changing room. Looking over at the huge mess of Cop nut he now had to clean. “Well… best get to work.”

[rakurairagnarok]

Big fan. I think I have an opposite problem to many of your clients, though. I’m a lifelong jock who’s sick of the maintenance, sick of the lifestyle, sick being expected to top: sick of the whole thing. I want to scale down and maybe even femme up a bit. Could use a drastic intelligence adjustment to help me chill more, too. Think you can help me?

The green compression shorts slid up your legs like a snake and immediately you felt something was wrong. Your body tensed up, unable to move, watching in horror as your muscles grew. Thicker, juicier and more plump than ever before, you had to watch as you grew to an almost grotesque size. Your bulge began to feel more alive than ever, your balls tripling in size as your cock widened. As more spunk began to fill your balls you felt a weird slimy feeling dripping down from the inside of your skull. Your mouth began to fill with a salty liquid, one you were not very familiar with yet.

You felt all your inhibitions slowly drain away, losing all care in the world. As your IQ was filling up your mouth you almost choked on the tangy liquid. Swallowing it send a wave of warm relaxation through your body, leaving behind the bare minimum to function.

No one would ever expect anything from you ever again. Never again would people ask anything but for you to lay there and be pretty. And pretty you are.

[citrusacidic]

assigned pookie bear at birth 😢🫶

[captainmalewriter]

Stolen Jockstrap

Adam laid in bed with his nose firmly pressed against a white jockstrap he had stolen from the men’s locker room at the gym. The smell of sweat still lingered in the unwashed cloth. Adam’s audible sniffs filled the bedroom as he indulged in the scent. His hands pawed at his growing member in his sweatpants as he pushed the used jockstrap against his face. Having been raised to never touch what didn’t belong to him, Adam was extremely hesitant to steal the jockstrap from the locker room. But as Adam grew harder and more aroused with every sniff, he was very glad he snatched it. 

“God this smells sooo fucking good!” Adam moaned. While Adam was initially content with just sniffing the used jockstrap and rubbing one out, he got the sudden idea to put it on. Actually wearing the jockstrap never crossed Adam’s mind. While he was originally against the idea, Adam felt an inexplicable urge to put it on as he massaged his cock through his sweats. 

“I’ll just wear it for a little bit…” Adam whispered to himself as he slowly stripped down. His erect dick sprang up as he took off his pants and underwear. He then lifted his leg up and through the hole of the jockstrap. He did the same with the other leg, then pulled the strap up until the cloth cup rested on his groin.

“Damn… This feels so good!” The jockstrap felt cool against Adam’s smooth skin. Being as scrawny as he was, the jockstrap was unfortunately too big for him. It hung loosely over his junk, clearly a size or two too big for him. Wearing a stolen jockstrap was hot in theory, but an oversized strap only killed Adam’s boner once he tried it on. Plus, he was never going to be able to smell the original owner’s cock musk if he was wearing it. 

“Alright, that’s enough of that. Time to continue the real fun.” 

Adam’s hands reached for the elastic waistband sitting on his waist, ready to take it off. However, Adam found he couldn’t pull it down no matter how hard he tried. It was like the jockstrap itself was refusing to come off!

“Huh!? What’s going on? Get off me!!” Aw c’mon Adam, you can’t take me off now! It’s like you said, the real fun’s just getting started!

Adam jolted. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the guy who owned the white jockstrap. Adam frantically looked around the room but there was no sign of him anywhere. He was completely alone in the room. Then, once a disturbing realization hit him, Adam peered down at the jockstrap. Without Adam’s command, his dick twitched underneath the fabric when he looked at it.

“No… Don’t tell me you’re in the jockstrap… You can’t be serious!!”

That’s right fucker! You stole my clothes, so I’m stealing your body! I think that’s only fair, right?

Adam felt a sudden sharp pain on the tip of his dick. It felt like something was trying to enter the slit of his dick. It was overwhelming. He tried curling up to protect himself. 

Uh uh uh! I don’t think so! Open up those legs for Daddy!!

Without his command, Adam’s legs swung back open. He laid with his arms and legs fully spread like a starfish. Once he was wide open, he felt the owner’s essence slide down the length of his erect member, causing his cock and balls to throb and swell as they grew to accommodate an unexpected guest. 

Alright, I’m in! Get ready Adam!! If you wanna wear my clothes, then you gotta look the part too! Here we goooo!!

Adam felt an otherworldly presence growing inside his body. It filled his fingers, his toes, even his face! Every inch of Adam’s body grew warmer as hair began growing all over his once smooth, thin body. His torso inflated with muscle mass until he had two heavy pecs covered in hair resting on his chest with abs to match too. Adam groaned in pain as his shoulders stretched outwards. He was panting like a dog as his shoulder muscles shifted and contracted until he had the rugged shoulder span of a college linebacker. 

His legs were no exception to the transformation either. Adam’s thighs became drenched in sweat as the spirit possessing him forced the muscles to grow rapidly. His flat ass filled in with mass until he had the nice, firm bubble butt of a man who never skipped leg day. The elastic waistband of the jockstrap strained to keep up with Adam’s transformation. It used to fit him too big, but now it fit justtt right as Adam’s legs became well-defined and toned with muscle. 

All the while Adam’s cock throbbed and pulsed against the jockstrap as blood rushed throughout Adam’s body. His 5 inch pecker grew and swelled under the spirit’s command, making his five incher a hefty 7.5 rod with girth and hair to boot. The warm, stretching sensations Adam was experiencing in his body was a pleasure unlike any he’s ever had. It left him practically begging for release from all the building tension in his body. Once his body transformation was finished, loads of warm spunk came flowing out of his dick and into the jockstrap.

“Ahhhhhh FUCK yeahhhh!!!” Adam, now under the control of the jockstrap’s original owner, let out a deep, bellowing moan that shook the walls of his bedroom. His new, hung cock was twitching as it finished pumping out loads. The new, musclebound Adam smirked as he looked down at his newly possessed body. 

“You like what you see, Adam?” the owner teased. He could still feel and hear Adam’s consciousness somewhere in the back of his mind. “Too bad you can’t enjoy these muscles with me. If only you didn’t steal my shit, then maybe you wouldn’t be trapped inside your own mind right now, such a shame! Oh well… I guess I’ll just have to have fun for you!”

“Adam” hopped off his bed and took a quick selfie before he went out for a night of fun and fucking as revenge against his thief, all while the original Adam was powerless to stop him.

[ihatebrainstorm]

Jazz picked out Prowl's clothing for the company gala =^. .^=

(She normally never attends, but promised to come with Jazz just this once):

[Prowl wears a glass eye whenever she's in public to cover up the fact that she's lost one. She only bothers to take out her prosthetic and wear an eye patch around people who know her secret identity. Even then tho, only a handful of super-villains and the police know that the Batman is missing an eye.]

[pricklybruin]

Wavewave beach vacation (part two)

[sqrkyclean]

aquas cuuuuute new bodysuit <3

[andrevasims]

Sims 2 University wallpapers

[impmansloot]

a sketch painting of neve to cope with the fact that i probably won't be able to play datv on release ...

[archie-sunshine]

Big things on the horizon everyone!! Here are all the merch design sketches i've got for this round of merch!!

lets zoom in and show a bit more, first off, we've got some old finished pieces possibly coming as clear backed stickers, bigger than my usual ones.

then, we've got my first TFA merch!! their casts are so big and i didnt want to miss anyone, but also more stickers means more overhead, so to keep prices down, I packed all of the lumps you could ever desire into two stickers, one for bots, and one for cons!

next, for some simpler more holiday themed ones, we've got bows on their big stupid foreheads bc i love love love them. these ones im not fully satisfied with, so you may see some changes to them in the final cut

AND FINALLY. What you've all been waiting for. full disclosure, I am only doing TEN (10) of EACH of these pillows for this round, thats what i can afford right now, but i'm mulling over doing limited 'pillow of the month' designs going forwards. THEY ARE ALSO ALL SFW (for now)(added some last minute definition to meggies face and arm oups)

so yeah!! thats what we're looking at for this round, lmk what y'all think!!

Edit: ALL OF THESE ARE NOW ON SALE LINK IN MY PINNED POST!

[immortalmrwavell]

Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

[stillfrownyclownlol]

what if I just died/pos

[worldoffetish69]