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writer-ofstuff · 22 days ago

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The very second Derek walked into the cramped, dimly lit room, he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes landing on the nerdy game board that rested on the tiny table in the center of the cramped room. Around the table stood three skinny guys along with Stiles, all of them dressed up in geeky cosplay— Stiles wore rubber elf ears.

Trying his best not to irk his boyfriend, Derek forced a smile on his face as he headed closer. “You almost done?” he asked Stiles, putting an arm around the human’s small shoulders.

Stiles, pursing his lips, shook his head. “I’m stuck at an obstacle and I don’t quite know how to defeat it,” he muttered, his eyes laser-focused on the tiny plastic figurines on the board.

Derek had never played Dungeons and Dragons before, so he was totally lost and didn’t really have much to offer his boyfriend in the way of advice. “That sucks,” he finally said, growing antsy and wanting to leave.

It was due to a combination of not having any interest whatsoever in Stiles’s fantasy game, and also because of the creepy stare he was garnering from some nerd dressed up in Halloween wizard clothes.

In fact, Derek couldn’t help but notice that the scrawny wizard’s stare was a little too intense for his liking, seeing the corners of his mouth slightly pull up to form a mischievous smirk.

“Stiles the Great,” a nerd who was dressed up in cat ears chimed, adding a fake accent to her voice, “doth thou desire’th to employ the usage of thine trusty steed?” She nodded at Derek, making him grimace.

Stiles, unfortunately, gasped loudly, indicating that he thought the nerd’s idea was a good one.

Derek’s broad shoulders fell and he knew that they’d be stuck in the cramped room for longer than he’d initially wanted.

“I run across my boyfriend, Derek the Hotness, and he uses his skills to defeat the aboleth—”

“Hold it!” the wizard interrupted, narrowing his gaze at Derek. “You can’t just add in another character midway without giving us his backstory!”

The others around the table murmured in agreement, making Stiles blush.

“Um,” he stalled as he tried to think up a backstory for Derek the Hotness, which Derek promised he’d bring up later that night, “Derek has twenty strength and—”

“What is he?” the wizard cut off again, making Derek swell down a growl.

Again, Stiles took a moment as he searched his mind for an answer, his eyes darting all over the board as he looked for an idea.

The wizard’s smirk grew even larger. “Why don’t you roll for it?” he suggested, reaching into his pockets and placing a ruby red die on the board. It shimmered under the faint light of the room, and the numbers on it had a glittery quality to it.

Stiles eagerly snatched the die off the board and shook it in his hand, even blowing on it for luck. “Fine!” he agreed. “With this die, I declare that Derek the Hotness is…” He tossed the die onto the board, letting it clatter around until it landed.

Eight.

The wizard cocked his head to the side, his smirk fully formed now. “It looks like Derek the Hotness is an orc,” he mused, snapping his fingers playfully.

At first, Derek cocked his eyebrow in wonder at the odd actions from the nerd. However, he was soon alerted to the tingling sensation that ran all over his body. His boyfriend gasped again, and Derek then noticed something terrible happening.

Holding his hands up in front of his face, Derek’s eyes widened when he saw his skin steadily darken to a greenish hue. Before he could further react, Derek tensed up as his body underwent further changes.

He couldn’t exactly see it firsthand, but all of Derek’s muscles began to inflate to obscene proportions. His arms packed on pounds of muscle, bulging with power. His chest grew to crazy proportions, tearing his shirt to shreds and further exposing his green muscles. His thighs widened and caused him to reposition his feet, his legs pushing against each other so much that his walk would now resemble something closer to a waddle. All of Derek’s muscles had pumped up, but they appeared more so for strength as opposed to aesthetic, as was evident by their rotundness and the lack of abs. Instead, his stomach had a powerlifter belly that hung over his tattered pants. Speaking of pants, the bulge in the front of them inflated and a large beer can-width snake crept down his pant leg. To top everything off, Derek’s lower jaw widened and dimples, looking large and cartoonish. His brow pushed forward, giving the hunk a brutish appearance. Finally, his lower canine teeth elongated and protruded out of his mouth, effectively giving Derek the appearance of a muscled up, dim-witted orc.

Stiles’s jaw hung low in silent shock as Derek swayed slightly to and fro.

Not understanding exactly what had just occurred, Derek shook his head and rubbed at his temples. “Uh,” he groaned, noting the much, much deeper quality to his voice, “Derek feel funny.” His eyes widened to the size of saucers, having intended to say that he felt weird, unsure as to why he’d sounded all slow and had spoken in the third person. Derek cleared his throat and tried again. “Why Derek talk funny?”

Finally, Stiles stomped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Derek’s green bicep. “Turn him back!” he ordered, narrowing his eyes at the wizard.

Derek shook his head, trying to clear it of the fog that seemed to be creeping up in it. He knew that something had definitely happened to him. However, he couldn’t stop but admire how cute his boyfriend looked and how perky his butt looked in his tight pants.

Without thinking, Derek wrapped both of his large arms around Stiles, grinding his enlarged cock against the tiny human. In his haze, Derek noticed something else. “Stiles…” he grunted in his baritone, “Stiles smaller?”

Stiles bit down on his lower lip, looking completely adorable as he did so, making Derek grind his hard cock into him even more.

The wizard continued to smirk. “Sorry Stiles the Great,” he mock-frowned, “the only way to turn him back is if you defeat the aboleth.” He gestured back down at the die.

“Fine!” Stiles shouted, snatching it back up off the board. “But let me warn you, once he’s back to regular self, I will personally kick your ass!”

[Fifteen Minutes Later]

“Yeah, sorry, I thought that I could win,” Stiles muttered, his head hanging low as he and Derek walked out of the house and towards the Jeep.

Derek lumbered as best as he could, trying hard to get the hang of waddling with his extra large, green muscles. His thighs kept rolling over one another, and his chest was so heavy that he had to arch his back in order to support his huge pecs. His muscle gut jiggled slightly with every step he took. However, his hard footlong cock waved tantalizingly in front of him, oozing precum at the sight of Stiles walking in front of him. Derek’s slowed mind struggled to piece everything together. He knew deep down that something had happened to him, but his brain was full of such lust for his tiny-looking boyfriend that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

“Stiles cute,” he gushed in his deep voice.

“Yeah thanks, but focus, Derek!” Stiles said as soon as they reached the Jeep. “We need to go to Deaton to see if he can fix this!” He hopped into the driver’s seat and looked at his orc boyfriend expectantly.

Derek struggled to get inside the Jeep, trying to get the hang of moving his muscled body. His broadened shoulders kept banging against the sides of the door, preventing him from getting in head on. His lower IQ prevented him from immediately turning to the side until Stiles coaxed him into it. Once he was inside, his massive arms and pecs kept getting the way of him fastening his seat belt, leaving the orc struggling with the tiny strap.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in wonder as he stared down at his inflated, green pecs. “Derek has big muscles!” he gasped, his eyes widening in shock. The surprise disappeared as soon as Derek looked over at Stiles. “Stiles cute.” His hard cock bobbed in front of him in the air, twitching with want.

“Well…” Stiles mused, “maybe we can go to Deaton in the morning.”

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writer-ofstuff · 2 months ago

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Lee Provost's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4

After some time of living his new life as a bodybuilder guard dog, Wolfey had been invited to partake in a Pokémon competition that was taking place in the UK. Due to his protective instincts, the bodybuilding streamer brought Blue along with him to watch the tournament go down.

During his first match, Wolfey was aware of the numerous stares that his hulking figure received, with many people in awe over his one-hundred pound weight gain of solid muscle, causing the previously nerdy-looking stud to come off more of a competition-ready superheavyweight bodybuilder. It didn’t help that most clothing didn’t fit over this massive frame, so Wolfey was left to wear a string tank top that left most of his gargantuan pecs spilling out the front— and he had trouble grabbing his Switch with his enormous muscletits and biceps constantly pushing up against one another.

“And Wolfe Glick has won his first round!” one of the casters announced, his deep voice catching the attention of Blue.

As the crowd erupted into cheers, Blue looked up at the caster who was speaking, his eyes widening at the sight of the handsome man.

On stage, getting ready to interview Wolfey for his victory, stood a tall man with dirty blond hair. His ice blue eyes with alight with joy as he spoke passionately about Pokémon and began to ask the hulking bodybuilder about his team composition and battle style. One could easily tell that he liked to work out as was evident by the tightness of his button down shirt; however, it was also obvious that the hunk had been either bulking up recently or hadn’t had time to go to the gym in a bit because of the way his belly was pressing against his tight white shirt. The buttons were straining to conceal his gut that was an indication of the beginnings of a sexy dad bod.

Looking at the handsome, daddy-ish looking caster, the cogs in Blue’s mind began to spin around deviously.

Up on the large display screen behind the stage, Blue was able to see that the handsome stud’s name was Lee Provost, and that he went by Osirus online.

Taking his time to formulate a thought, Blue waited until the interview between Lee and Wolfey was over before he acted. The second the display screen blackened and the workers began to set up for the next match, he took advantage of the opportunity and moved backstage under the guise of congratulating his boyfriend.

Wolfey’s big eyes lit up as soon as he saw Blue, and he even rushed forward to pull the much smaller man into a large embrace, shoving his face into the cleavage of his massive pecs. “I won! Did you see?” Wolfey gushed happily.

“You did so you great,” Blue warmly smiled, running an admiring hand over Wolfey’s bicep, loving when he saw the tent in the front of his shorts twitch and begin to grow. “May I see your team again, please?”

“Sure, Babe,” Wolfey grinned, handing his Switch to his hypnotherapist boyfriend.

Acting swiftly, Blue quickly went into the Photo Album section where he’d downloaded a special image just for this sort of occasion. After loading it up and readying it behind the sleep screen, Blue handed the Switch back to Wolfey. “Don’t forget to hand this over to the casters so that they can verify your team, too,” he instructed him.

Being the good boy he now was, Wolfey eagerly nodded and waddled over towards Lee, his large thighs rolling over one another as the muscle man lumbered.

Lee smiled when he saw his fellow PokéTuber approaching. “Hey Wolfey,” he grinned. “Y’know I never got the opportunity to compliment you on your gains. Seriously, you’re huge!” The two of them had worked together in the past due to being in the same community, but other than that, they tended to do their own thing due to living on different continents. Hence, Lee had been one of the many people shocked when they saw Wolfey in his new bodybuilder form.

Wolfey smiled ear-to-ear and lifted both of his humongous arms to form a double biceps pose. As he flexed, his strong musk wafted out from his hairy pits and filtered through the backstage air. “Thanks, Little Man!” he guffawed before flinching. “Oh yeah, got distracted there. Here’s my Switch for you to inspect before the next match.”

“Um… y-yeah,” Lee stammered, still in awe over the other man’s sheer size. He took the offered Switch and turned it on, his eyes instantly honing in on the intense swirl of colors on the tiny screen.

From across the floor backstage, Blue smirked to himself as he witnessed Lee’s stunned face lit up by the Switch’s screen. His eyes widened and glazed over as his lower jaw went slack, hanging agape. The mixture of colors was supposed to put the other man into a hypnotic state, instructing him to head to Blue’s hotel room once the day’s events were finished. From there, Blue would be able to give him more orders.

Sure enough, after Day One’s games came to an end and Wolfey was still one of the top contenders, Blue and Wolfey were back in their hotel room. Blue lounged out on the bed and watched TV while Wolfey flexed in the mirror, a dull grin on his handsome face as he bounced his pecs.

On cue, there was a knock at the door.

His guard dog instincts still strong, Wolfey tensed up and bounded over to the door. He puffed out his chest intimidatingly when he opened it, only relaxing once he saw that it was Lee on the other side.

“Oh, Lee! Hey, Man. C’mon in!” the muscleman cheered as he stood to the side for his friend to enter.

True to the hypnotic instructions, Lee entered into the small hotel room like a zombie. He had a dazed look on his face, void of any emotion which indicated that he was deep under. His walk had a sleepy lumbering quality to it, and when he was inside the room, he stopped right in front of the bed.

“I’m here,” Lee monotonously said, sounding robotic. “I’m ready for my instructions…”

Blue’s smile grew as he got off the bed and circled around the hypnotized man, admiring his budding dad bod form. He could easily see Lee’s impressive muscles, yet he couldn’t help but pay extra attention to his little gut. He even playfully gave it a poke, loving how it jiggled in response.

“That’s a nice dad belly you’re growing there, Lee,” Blue teased.

Even while in his hypnotic state, Lee blushed at the comment about his gut. He prided himself on his fitness and due to his role as a caster at the tournament, he hadn’t gotten as much time as he’d preferred to be in the gym. No matter how hard he’d tried to suck it in during his interviews, Lee was humiliatingly aware of how his gut pressed against his shirt the whole time.

Blue picked up on his and unbuttoned Lee’s shirt, revealing the stud’s hairy chest. It was still toned and his pecs popped noticeably. However, his abs were shrouded under a thick layer of fat. His gut wasn’t too big, but it was still enough to make the caster annoyed. Despite this, the hypnotherapist thought that this look was rather hot, and that Lee should lean into it.

“Don’t be shy, Lee,” Blue cooed as he rubbed the stud’s hairy belly lovingly. “In fact, I think you’ll start to lean into your new look as a daddy, embracing your dad bod. And you’ll love to show it off.”

“I love to show off my dad bod,” Lee repeated.

“And it makes you feel extremely horny being a big daddy,” Blue continued. “And once you’ve fully embraced your new daddy persona and have grown your dad bod a bit more, then you’ll come to America to stay with us: Your new family…”

**********

Blue and Wolfey had returned home after Wolfey had won the competition, maintaining his Pokémon Champion status. A few weeks had passed and everything was normal in the house that the four boyfriends shared.

One evening, Blue was sprawled on his back with his legs up in the air as Kevin plowed away at him, and Wolfey straddled his head so that the hypnotherapist could suck off the champion. The whole time, Blue’s hands felt up Nick’s hairy pectorals, turning the altered cowboy into a moaning mess as he played with his ultra-sensitive nipples.

It was in this state that the four men heard the doorbell ring. Blue huffed loudly as he untangled himself from the group of guys, miffed that his fun times were being interrupted. However, there was a spark of excitement that he felt in his chest over the prospect of who could be at the door.

Sure enough, as soon as Blue opened up the front door, the newly altered Lee stood on the other side.

“Hey,” Blue smiled deviously at the man, “it’s nice to see you.”

“Um, yeah,” Lee blushed, a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember why he’d flown all the way to the States to come to Blue’s place, but his instructions quickly held strong and the stud lumbered inside regardless.

Blue’s hypnotic instructions had held up fantastically, he noticed, as he looked Lee up and down. The stud had grown out his dark goatee which framed his full lips tantalizingly, giving the hunk a much more mature appearance. He wore a tight polo shirt that looked like it was painted on. His plump pecs and nubby nipples poked noticeably against the fabric; and when Blue stared more at Lee’s nips, he could clearly see the large lumps which indicated that he’d gotten them pierced. Best of all was that Lee had followed through on embracing his dad bod. The hunk still had visible muscles, but he appeared more like a linebacker than an aesthetic-focused bodybuilder. His budding belly that had been slightly poking against his shirt at the competition was now a full on beer belly. It protruded far out in front of the hunk, looking like he had a weight ball attached to the front of his torso. The bottom of his tight-fitting polo was even starting to ride over the large belly, showing off his fuzzy navel every time the cotton sprung up over the gut. Lee would instinctually tug the shirt back down over his belly, but it was a futile battle as each and every time he pulled it down, it bounced back up in a matter of milliseconds.

Blue smirked as he witnessed Lee struggling to keep his dad bod covered. “Just ditch the shirt, Daddy,” he laughed.

At hearing the name “Daddy”, Lee felt something deep down inside of him snap. Immediately, he felt his thick cock plump up, forming a large tent in the front of his shorts and he practically tore the offending polo away from his bulk. His large, hairy gut finally on display, Blue could could get a full idea of how much weight Lee had truly packed on. He estimated that the PokéTuber must’ve gained at least thirty to forty pounds, with a majority of it centered on his big belly which jiggled with every movement the stud made. His pecs were puffier, and they rested atop his bulging belly. Plus, Blue’s suspicions had been correct when he caught sight of the silver rings adorning Lee’s nubby nipples, which made the stud’s nips all the more bigger.

Lee caught sight of Blue’s hungry stares and he held his muscular arms out to show off his dad bod. “You like that, Boy?” he playfully asked, his normally cheery voice sounding much more dominant and deeper than it should’ve. “You like checkin’ out Daddy’s body?”

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself as he admired his work. “Very much, Daddy,” he teased. “Why don’t you show me more?”

Lee gave a throaty chuckle. “Only if you think you can handle it,” he grunted as he dropped his shorts and tightie-whities to the hardwood floor. His hard cock bobbed out in front of him and his large booty bounced as he undressed. Standing completely naked in the house, Lee wore a cocky grin, his impressive cock throbbing with want as it was hidden under his big belly from his eyes.

Wanting to have a little fun, Blue added, “Yeah I can handle that… Lee.”

Upon hearing his name, Lee jerked back in surprise. The stud paled as all of the memories of the past few weeks filtered in through his mind. The stud vividly recalled getting his nipples pierced, sucking off countless men and fucking them in turn, letting his gut grow to a big size, and acting like a horny slut whenever someone called him “Daddy”.

“Wha-what… what did you do to me?!” Lee panicked as he looked down at himself and explored his hairy dad bod with shaky hands. He had to stifle a low moan when his fingers grazed his nubby nipples, which were hardwired directly to his cock.

Blue walked forward and ran an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s daddy belly, loving how it sent a shudder through the other man. “Relax,” he said in his smooth voice, “I just helped you embrace your new dad bod. I mean, don’t you think you look better this way?”

“‘Better’?” Lee balked. “Look at the size of this thing!” He gestured down at his gut. “It’s way too big!”

Blue mock-frowned. “Don’t you think that you should have a big belly… Daddy?”

At that word “Daddy” again, Lee could feel his new persona fighting to take over. He grit his teeth and tried to battle against it, refusing to lose control over his body again. “N-no,” he grunted. “You better change me back now!”

“You don’t really wanna be changed back, Daddy. You’re very turned on by your new body and you’ll soon find that you’ll love being the daddy of our house.”

At those words, Lee could feel a shiver run down his spine. Despite his inner turmoil, he could feel his hard cock throbbing with want, his new Daddy identity growing stronger by the second. He moaned as the smaller man still rubbed his hairy belly, melting at the other guy’s touch. Every centimeter of his new body was on fire with lust, and the hairs that covered it only amplified every horny sensation. Lee blushed as something as simple as a belly rub sent him close to the edge.

To up the ante, Blue began to play with the altered stud’s pierced nipples, making his moans turn into near shrieks of joy as he toyed with them. “Does Daddy like that?” he teased.

“Y-yeah— I mean, no! No, I…” Lee trailed off, his cock leaking precum like a faucet as he was felt up.

Deep down, the formerly straight stud didn’t want to be some big, gay daddy who was virtually too horny to function. He could also envision himself strolling down the street perpetually without a shirt, his massive dad bod always on full display. He wanted to feel a sense of humiliation at the idea of wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap while in the house he’d now call a home.

And what was more concerning to the altered caster was that the more he thought about it, the more turned on he was.

Lee unleashed a loud groan as he came, his load shooting out and landing on his belly and hairy pecs. As he climaxed, the old Lee was quickly pushed down and Daddy took his place.

Daddy’s goatee-framed smirked formed on his handsome face as he panted, his fuzzy pecs heaving. “That was a nice warm-up,” he grunted, eying Blue. “Now it’s time for you to take care of Daddy’s needs like a good boy.”

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Daddy, formerly Lee, fit in seamlessly to the house. Given his new name, he quickly assumed the role of Daddy of the House.

Daddy would often walk around in nothing but the smallest possible jockstrap that he could find, allowing his large cheeks to hang out the back while his nearly constantly hard cock filled the pouch to bursting. His hairy dad bod was always on display for the other guys to lust over, each of them loving to offer him a belly rub or to play with his pierced nipples, turning the usually stern Daddy into a hot, moaning mess.

True to his new persona, Daddy would often times spend his free time in his favorite chair in the living room as he watched football, scratching at his gut or his balls as he watched the game. Whenever he’d feel frisky, he’d call over one of the guys (usually Blue) to come over and sit on his lap. Daddy would squirm and try to stifle a moan as another guy sat on his lap, loving the feeling of another guy’s hands running over his dad bod. It was quickly becoming evident that of all the men in the household, Daddy was by far the horniest and he had the biggest libido. It took the rest of the men taking turns to keep him satirized, each of them loving to bend over and get fucked by him or to suck on his nubby nipples.

All in all, despite his initial hesitation, Daddy loved his new life in the house. From time to time, as he’d be looking into the mirror and admiring his large naked dad bod, a tiny voice in the back of his head would sound off alarm bells. It’d tell him that he shouldn’t have a gut this big. That his nipples shouldn’t be pierced. That he shouldn’t be stomping around wearing nothing but a slutty jockstrap. That he shouldn’t be so turned on by being called “Daddy”. But that voice was usually silenced in a matter of seconds as a cloud of horniness would shroud the stud’s mind, and all he could focus on was getting off.

“Does Daddy want a belly rub?” Blue cooed as he settled in on the larger man’s lap as he sat in his chair watching the game. Without waiting for an answer, the hypnotherapist ran his hands up and down the stud’s hairy frame, loving how Daddy shuddered at the touch, a large wet mark forming on the front pouch of his jockstrap.

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