#leaking urine

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OVERCOMING URINE INCONTINENCE: A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE (unintentional urine loss)

[shanti-ashant-hai]

@kuhuchan @chartreuse-blood @remen-nyoodles @haunted-taylorsversion

aaj mahashivratri hai. we're all going to paatal.

[kakashihasibs]

I'm starting to worry i have a bladdar infection 😭

[finalexpenses]

when we had a job we absolutely hated having bathroom duty. how is it that the womens restroom smelled like nothing but the mens room reeked of shit constantly. thats scary. thats scary

[nottsangel]

hi would you do a theo w/ piss kink? like you two are having sex and he pisses in you or like on your pussy? or he makes us really overstimulated and we do it? love your writing soo much btw babe!!!

tw piss !!!!!!!!!!

“fuck, need you so bad right now.” theo growls into your ear, his voice low and raspy, teasing you as you feel his erection grinding against your bare thigh, naked bodies pressed against each other. “fuck me then, theo, please” you beg, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck to pull him closer as you feel yourself grow even wetter at his alluring words, craving desperately to feel him deep inside of you.

his hips come to a halt momentarily, as if he’s contemplating, while he gently grips your jaw and tilts your head, giving him access to your already hickey-covered neck. “hm. but i need to pee real bad, though.” he whispers softly, a sense of frustration in his tone as his mouth latches onto the skin of your neck, planting sloppy, wet kisses right on your sweet spot, making you let out a breathless gasp.

you hook one leg around his torso, wanting to keep him as close as possible while you run your fingers through his soft, brown locks. you feel the precum from his pink tip leaking onto your bare legs, making it incredibly difficult for you to control yourself, yet you release your grip on him to let him go as you let out a defeated sigh. “it’s okay baby, i’ll wait for you here.” yet, to your surprise, he doesn’t get up to go to the bathroom— instead, his wandering hand trails down to your dripping cunt, pressing firmly against your inner thigh as he spreads your legs further apart.

“not— mm… needed.” he mumbles softly against your skin, his other hand roughly massaging your tits, causing you to narrow your eyes at him in confusion. “theo, what do you— oh.” you then realise what he’s hinting at, having done it once before, and you instinctively spread your legs further apart, your head spinning at the thought. “alright, alright… go for it.” theo lets out a surprised but exhilarated chuckle, a wide grin forming on his face as he groans against your neck. “oh, fuck. you’re fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

theo eagerly moves back to kneel in front of you, his painfully full bladder desperately needing release as he bites his lip, eyeing you hungrily. he places one hand on your thigh to push your legs open, while the other grips his cock, aiming it right at your glistening cunt. “così perfetta.” he groans as he lets go, a stream of urine shooting from the tip and plashing directly onto your already soaked cunt, trickling down your legs onto the sheets.

“mmm, feels so good baby.” you moan ecstatically, feeling the hot liquid right on your aching clit and dripping entrance while gazing up at him with seductive eyes, your hands teasingly massaging your tits. he shakes his head in disbelief with a smug smile plastered on his face, unable to understand how he got himself a girlfriend this fucking hot as he stares at your drenched body in admiration, his head cocked slightly to the side. “fuuuck. almost makin’ me cum too right now.”

he lets out a sigh of relief as his bladder is finally empty, then taps his dick against your pussy, shaking off the excess liquid. “yeahhh… that’s— that’s better.” he eagerly moves towards you once again, his hands resting on either side of your face as he hovers closely above you, his piercing eyes hungrily staring at you and his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine.

“now, where were we?” he whispers right into your ear, his pulsating cock prodding at your wet entrance, soaked with a combination of his piss, your arousal and his precum. with one quick thrust, he abruptly pushes in until he’s ball deep inside, causing you to moan loudly. he quickly sets a relentless rhythm, his hand traveling down to where your bodies meet as he uses his own piss to rub fast circles on your swollen clit.

“my dirty girl, hmm? all mine. and so fucking perfect.” he growls possessively, the hand that was toying with your clit now slowly wandering up until it lands on your bare stomach, right where your bladder is. he lightly presses down on it, making you squirm and whimper— and you quickly realise exactly what he’s trying to do. “gonna fuck you so good, cara mia, until you’re making a mess everywhere.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[designgraphicruby]

OVERCOMING URINE INCONTINENCE: A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE (unintentional urine loss)

Urinary incontinence is the medical term for unintentional urine loss. It is a ubiquitous condition that can affect people of all ages, but older people particularly women are more likely to get it. Among the several types of urine incontinence are stress incontinence, urge incontinence, mixed incontinence, and overflow incontinence. Stress incontinence happens when physical motion or activity, such as coughing, laughing, or exercising, puts pressure on the bladder and results in leaking. Urge incontinence is characterized by a strong, sudden urge to urinate, which is followed by an uncontrollable leak of urine. Mixed incontinence symptoms include both stress and urge incontinence. Overflow incontinence develops when the bladder cannot entirely empty, leading to on-going dribbling. Numerous factors can contribute to urinary incontinence,

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⋆ ★ reader holding rafe while he pees

Rafe would probably kill you if anyone ever found out, but its always a little past midnight; between the time of yesterday and tomorrow, you'd be sleeping while Rafe would be hovering over you with the persistent itch burning his bladder, again. 

He'll nudge you in your forearm or poke you in your cheek until you're slurring awake, crawling away from the land of dreams. 

"I have to pee." He says in an implorable tone disguised in his usual directorial one. 

He always says that 'he has to pee' or 'c'mon' and then nudges his head towards the bathroom; it's never "I need your help" Because he hates to admit that he, Rafe Cameron, needs help doing something so self-explanatory.

God, he's so needy, you think, looking at his imploring gaze that was only made visible because of the moonlight outside. 

Nonetheless, Rafe's neediness typically got your body hot purely because you were certain you were the only one who ever saw that needy side of him. 

It started as a curiosity thing for you, always being fascinated and excited by the flow of urine that spurted from dicks.

The first time you asked to hold him while he peed, you didn't think Rafe would agree, but to your dismay. 

He said he liked the company. 

That's why he always takes you to the bathroom with him (or follows you when you need to go). 

As you both get up, you don't say a word to each other, the only sound coming from the pitter-patter of your feet walking on wood floors. 

Rafe gets in the bathroom before you, standing over the open toilet lid, imploring eyes never left you since he stirred you out of your sleep. 

"Don't squeeze too hard." He reminded you as you started to untie the tie of his flannel pajama pants and put them down just enough to release his cock. 

There is when you pulled out his warm, limp, flaccid cock, your slender fingers wrapping around his length. You aimed at the center of the toilet bowl, and that's when Rafe went, letting out a long-awaited desperate sigh. 

It was always the sound that got that pit in your stomach fluttering, the thud of his piss hitting the water. 

And then there was the thrill that came from treating his dick like a water hose, feeling the rush of the water as it exited his pee hole, fuck. 

Lastly, it was the overall intimacy of holding Rafe's dick as he peed that usually got the both of you going, making Rafe's once limp, flaccid cock, now hard and filling up with blood, and your cunt dripping and leaking unto your thighs. 

It was something about your trust in one another to see each other in such foul states that brought you close to one another. 

As Rafe's flow slowly stops, you pout, wishing the thrill could last a little longer. 

You push down lightly on Rafe's pelvis, causing a little bit of his piss to trickle from his cock, but that's it. All Rafe can do is laugh. 

He takes his cock from you, shaking it off, before stuffing it back into his pants. 

"You're such a little piss whore." he says. "Wanting to see more of my piss." 

He brings you into a hug before placing his lips on yours. 

"Maybe one day, I'll get to piss inside of you." He mumbles into the kiss, causing your pussy to jump. 

Maybe one day, you think, one day. 

[sssssecret]

While I'm doing the omo dungeon, I want to talk about a fantasy I've been having recently.

My dom is a bartender in a pretty popular bar, and I would be the sub and the bar urinal. I would have a funnel in my mouth and a catheter in my bladder with a funnel. A patron would come in and piss in funnel leading to my bladder. I would also have people pissing in my ass and pussy, with plugs in both so it can't get out. My dom would come in and I'd beg to go to the bathroom and empty myself. I would be begging so hard, I wouldn't even realize I was saying "please let me flush, your toilet is so full". He would tut and smack my bladder, saying that I need to be better at holding.

He would stick a ridged metal sound in my urethra and say if I push it all the way out, I'll be allowed to piss, but I can't stop for longer than 5 seconds, and if I did, he'd push it back in. He made it this way, knowing I would lose. I start pushing it out, piss coming out around it. I'd keep trying, but I'd pause to take a break, and it lasted longer than 5 seconds, making him push it back in. This would continue for awhile before he rips it out and I piss everywhere. He sighs, and says "We have to train your piss hole so that it can leak whenever I want it to, and be wide enough to fit a cock so I don't have to have ugly funnels. Patrons should be able to stick their cocks in your bladder and relieve themselves." My dom would then grab a thick catheter and plug it up inside me.

When I would be forced back out, there would be a small sign on it that says "Hole closed for maintenance" and my mouth open wide with a o-ring. A patron would walk in and sigh, disappointedly at that sign and stick their cock all the way into the back of my throat and piss, so far back I can't even taste it. I would be sitting there for days, my dom opening my pisshole up more and more until it's gaping. There would be a ring on my inner bladder that would make it so that I can't voluntarily piss without him activating an app on his phone. Even then, I would only be able to piss at most, 10 seconds at a time, not even enough to dent the big bulge inside me. I would beg and beg to be flushed, and he'd just sigh and say that my bladder capacity needs to be better, that I shouldn't be begging to be flushed every day. "Toilets should only need to be flushed every other week".

He'd take me away again and into a surgery room. He would press on my bladder and massage it, feeling how full it would be. He'd sigh again, and let me completely empty myself. I'd sigh in relief, but he'd still be talking. "I've custom made a sleeve to go over your bladder that will allow it to expand without bursting. It would also make it numb until your bladder is about to explode." He injects an IV into me and I start falling asleep.

I would wake up again in my usual place in the bar bathroom, but I wouldn't be able to feel my bladder. One by one, people come in and empty themselves into whatever hole they want. Most people would pick the catheter so they could piss directly into my bladder. It would take at least 3 days until I actually felt my bladder, and it would be full. I knew better than to beg though, so I would wait. It wouldn't be until Monday before the bar is opens when I'd be emptied. It would be after the weekend, and so many people would've pissed inside me, so I would be squirming while he opens the little device inside me and the piss runs down my legs and into a bucket, as toilets don't deserve to piss in anything else. I'd be so relieved, but not for long as the bar would be opening soon, and then I'd be filled with piss again.

[dadisnsfw]

Dad x daughter : Morning Rituals

Being your dad, I will visit you in bed room for cunt inspections every morning, will finger you well, teasing your cunt to see if you are wet or not, if you are then I will swirl my tongue in, to taste and suck that wetness.

After that, when you are taking a bath I will sneak into the bathroom just to fuck you, to satisfy my morning hardness, use you as my cum dump and leave you dripping to take your shower. After that, I will make breakfast for you and while I drop you at your school, I'll tell you what to wear b'cause you are my daughter and my play thing.

On the way, in the car. I will let you suck on my thick cock, fill up your throat with my cum to make you swallow it so that my cum's taste stays in your mouth, sometimes, I even let you drink my piss if I feel like taking a leak you always insisted on being hydrated and you always loved drinking dad's salty piss, you are such a piss slut.

So, now you know you are born to be my cock sleeve, my cum dump, my pleasure toy, my urinal. You are owned by your dad to be used and your prime focus should be on pleasing and satisfying your dad in return he promises to take good care of you and make you cum often, my dear daughter.

[tightsweatyclothes]

At the very least, she is allowed to sleep on the bed tonight. In the morning it will be back to the cage for the rest of the day, and if her master finds even a drop of urine leaked onto the bed, there go her bed privileges for another month, in addition to another few km on the cage floor treadmill. Just before bed, she is forced to drink a whole litre of water, giving her the cruel dilemma of wetting the bed for a single good night's sleep, or holding it in so that she avoids the punishment. In the end she does neither, trying to hold it in all night until a few drops leak onto the pristine sheets, and even then she does not let go, hoping her master will be lenient if she does not stain the sheets too badly, trying to hold her bladder as much as possible as the seconds of the night tick cruelly by, feeling each of the countless trickles of sweat and each gnawing itch in the sticky suit worse than ever. In the morning she is punished with the same severity anyway, her whimpering pleading falling on deaf ears.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#391

“What? You think you are done faggot?  Get back into place.  I said, ‘Faggot, get back into place.’  No, no, no, you ain’t Kevin no more, not after I saw four men take turns spit roasting you.  You are Faggot from this point on.  Now it’s my turn to bust my nut….

“This changes everything between us.  About time it does.  I’m tired of hearing about Jesus.  When my right-wing cousin asked me to take the 20-year-old son of a friend of hers along with me to see if he would like truck driving, I was reluctant.  She told me you were a quiet boy who needed to come out of a shell.  I filled out all the paperwork with the company so you could ride with me. 

“Bend over the picnic table with your cunt pointing at that garbage can.

“When we met, I knew you were a faggot right away.  You followed me into the men’s room.  I started to get a boner right there.  I saw you glancing at my dick at the urinals.  I knew it was going to be a great two weeks together.  But not ten minutes in my cab, I was hearing how much you love Jesus, and I knew this was not going to be good.  And we hadn’t even started rolling.

“Now pull apart your cunt lips and push some jiz out. 

“So before we left, I called my cousin.  She told me that you are the son of her Baptist preacher and it would be a great favor to her to take you out and show you real America.  Now my cousin doesn’t know that I’m a total fag fucker.  So instead, I called two of my fellow drivers, Barry and Jimmy.  You just met them; Barry was the first and Jimmy was the third guy to spit roast you.  We drive for the same company on the same route on the same day.  As you are Barry’s type, he wanted you ASAP.  That’s why we are here at this rest area.  That and this spot has this picnic table out back away from the eyes of the casual traveler.

“Push some more out.  I want a good glob on my cock head.  Damn, this cunt has been used before.  And I’m not even talking about just today.  It’s obvious that you also have experience in servicing and serving men.  Your second fucker was this trucker that followed you and Barry back here.  And he was slapping your face when Barry was plowing your cunt.  And it wasn’t a love tap; it was a man properly using and abusing a faggot.  He even used a fistful of you your hair as a handle.  You seemed to take that roughness like it was nothing.

“So, I can reach over and pull you off the picnic table and push you on your knees….  Like that.  Faggot, this is natural for you, isn’t it?...  Where did you learn that you need to be treated like shit?... 

“…You met older men from those kink sites?...  …So I have a faggot to use as my personal cunt for the next few weeks?

“That face slap is for not addressing me with respect.  That’s ‘Yes Master.’  You refer to all men as ‘Sir.’  You got that faggot?...  I’m really going to like smacking you around. 

“See that glob of driver cum on my dick head?  Using only the tip of your tongue, scoop it in your mouth, but don’t swallow it.

“Now say, ‘I am a faggot whore whose only existence is to be abused by real men.  I live for cock and cum….’  …Say it again…. …Again…

“You got me leaking.  Turn your head to face the garbage can.  I want to wipe my pre-cum on your cheek.  Swallow that spunk and keep saying it.

“That’s good.  Mmmm.  Now say that you want to be abused without mercy….  And say that you don’t want to have a safe word….  So you do not want to have any say of what I plan on doing to you, and that your pleas to stop must be ignored….  Don’t look back at me; say it to the garbage can, cause that’s what you are, garbage.

“…Good that’s done.  Now suck on my dick.

“Listen up faggot.  I was talking with that second driver—the one that roughed you up while Barry was plowing your cunt.  He left back here and made a bee line to his cab.  When he came out, he looked pissed.  He had a belt already doubled up, and he was heading back here to beat the shit out of you. 

“I stopped him.  He was pissed at you.  He recognized you.  He showed me his phone.  It had a news article with a pic of you standing next to your father as your preacher father was going into the state’s senate to fights against gays.  Now I tend to stay out of politics, but even I know of your dad’s name. 

“I told him that you were being fucked by Jimmy and that random fourth guy that came out of nowhere.  He wondered how I knew the details of what was going on as this area isn’t seen from the parking lot….

“I told him to look at my phone.  Faggot, pull off my cock and look up.  Damn, you are one hungry cunt.  You don’t care about anything I have to say.  That would explain why you don’t seem interested in how I knew about everything and every guy you were doing back here.

“If you look at my phone you will see a faggot kneeling in front of a man, both next to a picnic table.  That faggot is you….  Yes, I have been watching you through my phone.  The camera is located inside the opening to the garbage can there.

“Now it’s hitting you.  Yeah, I told Barry to come up here and set it up.  He has a lot of cameras in his truck.  He streams his fuck sessions in his cab and makes a shit load of money on-line.  By default, he has a copy of the video and so do I.  So going after my phone won’t do you no good.  So get back on your knees.

“It’s interesting, I did this to blackmail you into being my total bitch the seventeen days you are with me and to get you to stop with the religious shit.  Barry was definitely game, as likes young fags like you.  Jimmy just likes to fuck.  This here was going to be a simple picnic table fuck.

“That all changed when Chuck—that would be the second driver—showed me his phone….

“…Don’t fucking say another word.  I will smack you again.  You are in a shitty spot here.  First, you are naked as a rest stop, loaded up by four men, soon to be five with mine.  Don’t bother looking for your clothes.  Barry picked up your shit and put it in his cab; you were oblivious being spit roasted. 

“When you leave this area, you will walk back to a row of semis buck naked.  After my fat hog fucks you, your gape will be more pronounced, so you will have jiz running down your legs like some goddamned whore.  Next, you were filmed doing and saying nasty things, things your Papa wouldn’t approve.  So doing something stupid like running away is not going to go well for you, as that video can be edited to hide us but showcase your talents.  Videos are easy to disseminate.  You are kinda stuck in this situation, subject to whatever sexual whims that should come to mind.

“You are going to be filmed doing nasty shit going forward, but doing one video will have the same as ten.  You understand your predicament?...  Good.  Good.

“Now get up and lean over the picnic table.  I need to drop my seed.

“…Fuck, you are sloppy back here.  The guys stretched you out enough, so you aren’t strangling my dick.  And cum lube is the best….  Oh yeah, clamp down like that.  We need to be very quick.  There’s a timetable that needs to be met.  We all are meeting up at a particular spot up ahead for our 10-hour DOT rest. 

“The things that are planned for you...,  I’m getting close just thinking about it.  You are going to be used by so many men these next two weeks.

“Damn your hair was made to be used as a handle.  Arch your back.  Try almost to stand. 

“Fuck that feels good.  You ready for my load?  Of course you are.  You are cum dump faggot who lives to take load after load.  You don’t give a shit who is fucking you, just as long as they breed you.  You fucking slut.  You whore.

“I’m gonna cum.  I’m going to flood your guts with more cum.  When I am done, you are to clean me off like a good faggot.

“Get ready.  Here it cums!  Here it cums!  Here it fucking cums!  Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahh!... Fuck!  Goddamn, your cunt is just what I needed.

“…Atta boy.  Tastes nasty hunh?  That’s the flavor of four men’s loads.  Yeah you are a fucking pig.  I knew it. 

“…Let’s head on out.  Hold on.  Let me get that camera from the garbage can.  …OK, let’s go.

“No. No.  You are walking in front of me.  I want whoever is in the parking lot to see a naked cum whore faggot.  Walk slowly.  Better yet.  I got a fistful of your hair.  I’ll control the pacing.

“Damn.  Everyone’s gone except for me and Chuck.  Barry split and he has your clothes… and probably your phone too.  Don’t worry, you’ll get it back tonight.

“Let’s go over to Chuck’s cab. 

“Hey Chuck!...  I got the faggot here for ya!  Naked and loaded up!  Are they going to be there?...  Fucking awesome!

“OK faggot get on up.  You are riding with Chuck for the rest of today….  Awww shut the fuck up.  I don’t care what you have to say.  Chuck has arranged to have a gay biker gang join us tonight.  His condition for arranging this was he gets you tied up in his cab for the day.  Seems like a fair exchange….

“…I said for you to shut up.  Keep insisting you have something important to say, and I’ll do a lot more than slam your faggot face against his cab. 

“Listen here shithead.  I don’t give a shit about you, or what happens to you.  I don’t give a fuck about my right-wing nutjob cousin.  And I don’t have any sympathy for your father and his evil fucked up ministry.

“I control what happens to you.  And you are going in the cab of a fellow fag fucking driver, a man I just met, a man that has bondage equipment installed inside, a man that knows a biker gang.  And I’m fine with all of it.

“Chuck, get down here.  The faggot needs convincing getting up into your cab.  Bring your belt.  I can stick around to help you turn this sissy girl black and blue….

“Change your mind?  Good.  Get up there.

“He’s all yours Chuck.

“I hope to catch you later faggot…  “…Oh faggot!  I forgot to say, ‘Praise Jesus!’”

This story continues in Story #396.

[nanaslutt]

isn’t squirting and p!ssing the same thing? (genuine question bc idk)

no it’s different, “squirt” comes from little glands that make ur 😽 wet, but it is possible a little urine can mix with it bcs your pelvis contracts when u squirt (and orgasm)

say if u needa tinkle n u squirt its possible more urine will leak in rather than if you don’t need to go n u squirt, then less or no urine will mix in

[creamybunnybullet]

I was bobbing my head up and down on daddy’s cock when he put his hand on my forehead and pushed me off.

“Are you a little piss slut?”

“Yes daddy,” I nodded eagerly. My edged pussy had been pulsing and leaking with need all day just imagining those words. He must’ve read my mind.

“Crawl to the bathroom,” He commanded. I began crawling across the apartment. He peppered my ass with slaps, making me whimper and moan. An owned whore.

I crawled my way into our bathroom and got into our bathtub. I sat down, watching daddy’s cock eagerly. He began to urinate all over my heavy tits. I moaned, sticking my tongue out to catch some. This was my place, a filthy whore for my daddy. I shuddered as the piss dripped from my thick nipples, pooling on my stomach and water falling down onto my denied pussy.

Daddy was done all too soon, but my mouth was already open and waiting to take his cock. He began to throat fuck me. I was gagging for air and about to choke within minutes. I pushed at his thighs, but he only pulled me closer.

“You’re covered in piss, you dirty pig. What’s a little vomit?” He laughed as I gagged and with every time he pulled out, there was more and more saliva. I got to a point where I turned my brain off and accepted that I was going to gag all over my tits. The next thrust, I did. The clear fluid made puddles on my swollen tits and dripped down my chin. I was a ruined, sloppy whore.

“Get on all fours,” Daddy said, and I obliged. He pushed my face down into his piss, and fucked me until he came, throbbing so much that I could make out every vein. He pulled out and jerked the last little bit onto my ass, slapping it.

“Good slut,” He praised me, and from my place in the piss puddle I beamed.

[room-surprise]

The new genderbent Kabru from the Daydream hour leaks...

Girl Kabru is taking NO HITS. Absolutely no armor. She's going 100% for stealth and speed (and seduction) Sadly seduction doesn't work on monsters….. a flaw in Kabru's master plan to conquer the dungeon 😔 I can only imagine Laios trying to tell girl Kabru how she can seduce monsters if she just uses the appropriate technique. LAIOS: You should roll in shapeshifter urine! They attract each other by marking territory until they can find each other! KABRU: ... LAIOS: Did you know that it's actually the male succubus that lays the eggs? So if you want to seduce a succubus you're going to have to take initiative! Only the females have wings, the males are ground bound :D KABRU: (Starts walking away quickly) LAIOS: (Following her) Also you should get on all fours :D :D Being bipedal is scary to most animals, and monsters are no different. If you adopt a lordosis pose, they'll know you're interested in mating--- KABRU: (breaks into a desperate run)

[octuscle]

Hey there! I'm having a debate with my roommate and wondering if you can help settle it. He says that if you gave someone the body of a jock, without any mental changes, they'll eventually start acting like a jock anyway. I don't think that's true. Just because you have muscles and look like a jock doesn't mean you'll start acting like one, right? We were thinking of trying to set up an experiment for our honor's thesis and wanted your input, thanks!

Are you really sure you want to go through with it? We are happy to do it. I'll create a preset for you that only changes your body. But really. 1.90 m tall. 140 kg of pure muscle mass. But everything else stays the same. To be honest, you don't look like you're ready for it. But it's up to you. I can only recommend that you are in a safe and, above all, unobserved place when you activate the preset.

You take a deep breath. You stand naked in the middle of your room. Next to you, you have laid out a pair of tracksuit bottoms, a tank top, a jockstrap, a pair of socks and a pair of sneakers. You can only hope that the clothes will fit your new self. 3. 2. 1. enter!

Wow! Holy shit! Now that was quick and without a transition. You look down at the floor from a slightly greater height. And when you look down, all you see are pecs. Fucking huge pecs. You need a mirror. Phew! Very slowly! The new body works a little differently than the old one… Your center of gravity is much higher up. You stand in front of the mirror. This no longer has anything to do with you. It's more Greek demigod than human. Your cock is getting hard. A huge cock that fits this huge body. You never wank. Especially not in the middle of your room. But now you have to. Not for long. And a huge load lands on the mirror and the floor. Yes, I've changed a few details apart from the height and muscle mass. You've already noticed one thing. You'll notice the others too.

You're convinced that the new body won't change anything. So you act as you always have. First of all, you clean up the mess. You are manically clean and tidy. Then you put on your clothes. The shoes are a bit tight, but otherwise everything fits pretty well. So off you go to the library. After all, your honors thesis isn't going to write itself.

Iris and Rita at the information desk didn't recognize you when you greeted them. They looked at you as if you were an alien when you wished them a good morning. You sat down at your regular place in the library. You like routines. You started working on your thesis outline when Vincent came over. Vincent always sits three tables behind you. Nice guy, similarly obsessive as you. He clears his throat and says that you can't sit here, the seat is taken. Actually, you should have said something along the lines of "Vincent, don't you recognize me, it's me!". But somehow you can't help it. You have to try it out. You cross your muscular arms behind your head, look deep into his eyes and just ask who cares. Vincent retreats like a beaten dog. Three minutes later, you have a WhatsApp message: "There's some stupid musclehead sitting in your seat!" You reply that it's okay, you're not on campus for a few days for empirical studies anyway.

But you're not as productive as usual. Your new body is keeping you busier than you thought. It feels so good to tense your muscles. Your hard cock is constantly leaking precum and is always half stiff. Shit, after an hour you have to jerk off. Fuck, you make quite a mess in the toilet. You try to clean everything up with toilet paper. When you come out of the stall, a student is standing at the urinal, looking at you and wanking. Get out of here quickly, you think to yourself.

The incident is definitely worth recording. After all, you've never experienced this before. But it was hot. As you type out your thoughts, your stomach begins to growl. So loud that Vicent hisses "Pssst". It's actually too early for lunch. But the canteen is about to open. So you're one of the first in the queue. You can hardly wait. And you heap heaps of food onto your tray. You're so hungry.

The weather is good, you sit down at a table in the sun and, ignoring all the table manners, you wolf down your food. Suddenly you hear a voice shouting "Hey, guys, there are empty seats here with the big boy!" You look up. A couple of idiots from the football team are standing at your table. "Dude, okay if we join you?" asks one of the guys, who seems to be some kind of leader. "Sure thing," you say with your mouth full, spitting a bit of your chicken across the table. "Cool," he replies, giving you a fist bump, which you return somewhat hesitantly and also a little awkwardly. And before you know it, you're sitting in a cloud of sweat, testosterone and stupid comments.

You start talking to the boys more for scientific reasons. They ask if you're Fresman because they've never seen you before. You say that you're actually studying somewhere else, but you're here to work on your Honor's thesis. The leader spits his Coke across the table. "Fuck, dude! You already have a degree? In what? Lifting iron?" Everyone laughs. Very loudly. You too. It's actually really funny with the boys…

The boys go to the gym after lunch. I wonder if you're coming too. You don't even think about it. You just say that you haven't got anything to change into. Everyone laughs and asks if anyone is interested. So you go along. It's a field study, you think to yourself. You're observing everything very closely. You don't want to attract negative attention. The processes seem very simple. You copy what you see the boys doing. You even enjoy it. You work up a sweat. You forget the time. The others are gone at some point. You're still here. You look in the mirror. Your long, sweaty hair falls across your forehead. Your friends all have much shorter hair. It's also more practical when working out. You look at your watch. Shit!!!!! You have to get your stuff from the library before it closes. Trevor, sitting at the information desk, doesn't recognize you either. It's already very empty when you pack up your things. Vincent is still there, mumbling something about how antisocial it is to occupy a space you're not using. You don't know why you're doing this now. But you go to him very slowly. You press his face into your armpit. And say that you had more important things to do. Shit, Vincent is seriously licking the sweat out of your armpit hair now? Pathetic little fucker, your new friends would say now. You're far too surprised. By you. By him. Slightly disturbed, you go home. You throw yourself on your bed and think about your first day as a jock. You fall asleep.

You are actually a person who is always well prepared. But you are amazed at how little you have prepared for this experiment. You have a combination to wear. It's still sweaty after yesterday's workout. But you don't have anything else. So this morning you're not going to the library, but to the paint shop. Shopping. A pair of sweatshorts, a few tank tops, socks and jockstraps, sneakers. A bit of compression gear for training. You pass a barbershop. There are a couple of guys inside who are obviously no strangers to the gym either. Fuck it, you think. Down with the long hair!

You haven't been in the library this late in a long time. Vincent has blocked your seat for you. With a few protein bars. Cute! He winks at you when you come in. You raise your arm and smell your armpit. Shit, you haven't showered! Fuck… Well, maybe the little prick will like that even more…

By lunchtime with the boys, you at least want to have logged yesterday and this morning. And you're looking for some literature on the connection between mind and body. Most of it is ancient. Nothing has been published on the subject for a long time. And if there is, it's more about the effect of the state of mind on the body. Less often on the effect of the body on the state of mind. That's obvious, because normally a genius like you doesn't acquire a body overnight…

The lunch break with the boys was cool. The guys are just very chilled, you like that. No highbrow topics. Just sport, fucking and partying. Unfortunately, a lot of football too. You have no idea about that. After lunch, the boys want to throw some balls on the lawn. You have to go to a colloquium later. And Luke said that you should finally replace those nerdy glasses with contact lenses. The visit to the optician was a good excuse not to embarrass yourself at football.

A whole day without going to the gym sucks! That's why you got up early today. You didn't do your thesis assignments yesterday, nor did you get your muscles burning. That has to change. Shit, you're still struggling with your contact lenses. But it looks a thousand times better. You're screaming alpha with every trained muscle fiber. And that's great! You almost feel at home in the gym. And nobody questions your position. In the library, Vincent provides you with everything you need. He fetches books for you and takes them away again. He has also already offered to help you with your work. What a loser! You don't need to order anything in the canteen after just two days. Your extra large portion of extra protein-rich food is prepared especially for you. Twice. You come once when the canteen opens. And once just before it closes. Your body is a machine. And this machine needs fuel. Lots of fuel.

You sit in the library and document the developments of the last few days. It really is only a few days. Reading through the last few lines almost makes you nauseous. Has your body replaced your mind so quickly? You need to get a grip on yourself. You did your Master's with distinction. You're working on your honor's thesis. You have a chance of getting a professorship at your old college. And you suddenly prefer to spend more time in the gym or with the airheads on the football team? You make a plan. Two hours of gym in the morning, two hours break with the bros at lunchtime, two hours of gym in the evening. And in between, focus on your thesis and your studies. It shouldn't be that difficult. You're an intelligent and disciplined man. So let's get going!

You have made every effort. And you actually come to the conclusion in your thesis that the body of a jock does not automatically lead to the mind of a stupid, arrogant and superficial jock. You have fun with both. Training in the gym and hanging out with the bros. And working scientifically and researching the human psyche. But in a lecture you realize that it's not you who changes, it's your environment that changes you. Since you got this body three weeks ago, no one has spoken to you about your studies. Vincent, who you thought was intellectual through and through, just wants you to let him lick your armpits in the evening. Your bros didn't even ask you what you were studying. And then the day comes when you attend your doctoral supervisor's lecture. Since your transformation, you've only spoken or written on the phone. You sit in the front row. You appreciate your doctoral supervisor for his liberal political views, his rhetorical skills and his incredible knowledge. At the end of his lecture, he looks at you. And asks if the young man, who unfortunately was unable to dress appropriately, understood a word of what he had just said. He assumes you were mistaken in the lecture hall. But if you invest your energy in your biceps and not your brain, that's to be expected.

First you think about whether you are saying anything particularly intelligent. To express your indignation at his insolence. To justify yourself. But then you think about what has been really fun in the last few weeks. And who you really had fun with. And you answer "Nah, professor dude! Dat wuz alot of words n stff u sed. I dnt thnk I need all dat for my degree as a personal trainer. wdut, bro?" You make your pecs dance. The lecture hall laughs. You stand up. Fuck the honor's thesis!

You started studying sports economics again. You also work as a trainer in a fitness studio. And you have a pretty successful YouTube fitness channel. You recently received a call from your old doctoral supervisor. He read through the draft of your honor's thesis again. It was all very promising. Why did you drop out? You say that you obviously have to choose between brains and brawn at some point. And you're grateful to him for helping you decide. And with that you hang up.

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how annoying is it to write a fucking long story for it to become censored here, GODDAMIT

Tyler was already 25 years old and yet he felt something familiar happening with him  it was like when he was a teen all the same.  He could feel his cock hard all the time, an oppressing need to knead the spongy head, soggy from  all the pre-cum  leaking.  At first Tyler thought he wasn't getting enough and he was just pent up,  jerking off twice, three… four times a day, but it was never enough.  He could not understand when one day he felt his dick burning,  not painfully on the contrary, making him feel even hotter than usual.  

His dick constrained against his pants had to be liberated, and when he freed the monster he could see the thick and veiny slab of meat his  penis had become.  Tyler was never gifted with something  big between his legs, in truth he was quite mediocre, but now he could feel that massive thing draining blood from all his body just to stand up like that, he felt like his very body was made only to maintain that dick. Such a weird and obnoxious line of thought, but it just felt right in his mind… somehow. 

He would miss his classes just to worship is own  schlong  all day.  Tyler’s weird ideas and thoughts kept crawling at the back of his mind, like whispers, flashes of images about domination,  of power and the hunger constant.  Tyler, however, would only understand what was happening when one day at the urinals  out of the blue a guy just took hold of his meat while he was taking a piss, they were alone in the bathroom and the guy, surprisingly a jock from one of the College teams bend over and in engulfed almost half of his cock.  

Tyler felt good… he felt right… he felt like it was where he belonged,  but it wasn't about him, it wasn't he that belonged to be sucked by a popular guy, no, what felt right was the weird sensation, the instinct to have his dick inside someone. It was ecstasy, it was exhilarating, he pressed the head of the jock trying to fit more and more of his meat deep down his throat, he just couldn't remember exactly, but he could feel the guys nose against his pubes and after that everything went blank. Hours later, night already, Tyler was laying on his bed, he was sweaty and his muscles tense. What happened after getting a blowjob he could not recall, all he could see was that he was in his bed and that it was drenched in a white dense goo that smelled really good and that he could not feel that hunger inside him anymore.  What he could not see or did not take time to notice was a couple of clothes around the bed, soggy in the same stuff his bed was covered on.