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  1. Chris and Dan squirmed in the warm water, their asses bobbing in and out of the bubbling pool. Drew smiled from the edge of his jacuzzi, he’d warned them not to use it. His two straight friends had made a huge deal about him buying the bath, they’d made plans about bringing back girls to fuck in it. Why did they think they could bring girls back to their gay friends apartment and fuck girls in his jacuzzi. They would regret it now if they could think for themselves that is. Drew pulled at his fattening cock, their asses did look good. Plus the moans the two straight boys were making was turning Drew on big time. He just sat at the edge, crossed legged, his meaty bulge at their eye level for when they turned around. He made sure to avoid any of the water, didn't want to get himself caught in its effects. They'd be in it long enough, Drew reached over to the controls and grabbed the setting's knob. He switched the mind mending jacuzzi from ‘subnami’ to 'jacuzzi’. He knew Chris and Dan wouldn’t have check what setting it was on before they climbed into it. Drew was saving the other setting 'studicane’ for himself, he wanted to test the jacuzzi's properties on someone else before he tested them on himself. As the bubbling died down Chris and Dan turned to Drew. Their bodies were still tight and rippled, but all body hair appeared to have vanished. Their lips looked thicker then usual and their eyes seemed dazed. Drew slipped in between the boys, their hands quick to slide beneath the water and fondle his speedo clad crotch. They started kissing his chest and moaning about how big he was. Drew smirked at that, while he was quite well endowed, he was shorter and slimmer then both of them, but he was now a god to them. Drew relaxed in the water, while his friends started to really try to get him off. Their hands pulling at his speedo, one already playing with his full nuts. Both of them kissing at his slender neck and chest. Drew and his two sluts barely heard the two girls that Chris and Dan had called banging on the door over their own moaning, not that Chris or Dan would invite them in now that all they wanted was cock meat.
  2. Pete or ‘Squirt’ as he was quickly becoming known around campus was regretting pledging at the Zeta Alpha Zeta Fraternity, they were the jocks and preppy alphas of the college. He was only being considered for the frat because of how wealthy his dad was. The nickname though had come around the first night, the brothers got all the pledges to line up and Pete had stupidly stood next to a basketball player and a brick shit house who’d just joined the football as a linebacker. The brother’s laughed at him, but the linebacker who was Pete’s roommate and decent guy called Drake said 'Leave the squirt alone’, and the nickname stuck. Pete wasn’t stupid so he embraced the name and took all the mocking and humiliation that the brothers dished out. It worked, Pete’s money and thick skin got a lot of attention and the brothers accepted him along with a bunch of the hottest guys in freshmen year into the frat. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt wasn’t even on Dionysus’ radar when the god of wine arrived at one of Zeta House’ legendary parties. He was pretty impressed by the Zeta boys set up, they’d converted their house’s huge dining room into a makeshift bar, and Dionysus would be posing as the bartender for the night. But the little nerd quickly got the gods attention, everyone else in the frat were already frat boys, Squirt messed with the demographic of Dionysus new priests. He needed guys who were ready to party, who loved to drink and loved sex, little Squirt needed to change. He looked idiotic in the baggy red Zeta shirt, the frat only made the shirts in large and X-large, they didn’t expect a little guy to ever wear one. “Here you go little guy” Dionysus smiled He handed Squirt a large glass, a golden liquid filled it to the brim. “I didn’t order anything” Squirt said confused Dionysus leaned in “I’m doing you a favour, you’re a frat boy now, you need to start drinking, or your new brothers might regret bringing you into the frat" Squirt thought for a second, Dionysus continued to smile almost worried that Squirt wasn’t gonna drink it, but the little nerd downed the glass in one go. Dionysus smirked and moved back to his bar tending, proud at how quick the kid had downed that drink, his new temple would be in good hands. Squirt leaned against the bar, his arms draped along it. He watched his new brothers drink and dance with the dozens of sorority girls they’d invited. He cracked his neck, it felt like his back was straighter, making him feel taller. The bar seemed to be moving further down his back, a second later his bony ass was resting on it. He’d gone from leaning to sitting on the bar a minute after downing Dionysus’ drink. His shoes stretched as they caught up with his new height. His jeans shrunk into shorts, barely making it halfway down his skinny thighs. The Zeta shirt was still baggy on him, but it stopped above his bellybutton. Showing off his flabby stomach. He didn’t notice it however, he was focused on the party, making sure everything was OK. “Party, Drink, Fuck, Party, Drink, Fuck” a voice chanted This was the party part, he was resting before throwing himself into the fray. He’d mingle, he’d wing man, he’d hookup, then he’d fuck. The drinking would happen throughout. He involuntarily gripped the bar as the bones in his hands snapped into a larger shape, the wood splintered slightly as change spread up from the reshaping bones. His forearms thickened and his biceps bulged, his skin tanned and the arms of the Zeta shirt faded from reality. Every new swollen muscle flexed, like they were getting used to their sudden size. “You cut the arms off before even putting the shirt on” a voice explained “You do that for every shirt, why hide your godly arms” the voice continued His small thighs started to spasm, each movement made the thigh grow. The muscle fibres stretching and thickening, his calves were the same. By the end his thighs looked to be permanently flexed, so thick and well shaped. “Always wear shorts, if you swim wear speedo, show off your legs” a voice commanded “And never wear underwear” Squirt smiled and ran his new large hand over his flabby waist, his fingers running over the skin beneath the waist of his jean shorts, he never wore underwear since he worked out how to use his cock. His touch jolted his stomach muscles to life and the fat melted from his torso, the skin darkening to a golden tan, complete without tan lines. “Always tan naked” a voice cooed His abs popped through the skin, two, four, six. His adonis belt appeared as the fat melted. His stomach and waist was tight and ripped, fitting in with his long muscled arms and legs. His Zeta shirt started to fill up as his shoulders packed on pounds of muscle and his chest inflated into two hard slabs of pec meat. “Got to have big show muscles” a voice echoed through Squirt’s head As Squirt’s body changed his mind changed with it. Expert skill at beer pong, playlist mixing and that ability to down any drink faster than anyone else replaced everything to do with college, with literature, with a life outside of the frat. “You belong to Zeta, you are Zeta” a voice explained “An everlasting student, always and forever a frat boy” Squirt was immortal now, he smiled as that dawned on him. He would party, drink and fuck forever, always having a fresh flock of teens to bring into the voices influence. He knew the voice’s name now, it was his god Dionysus. Squirt turned and the barmen winked at him, Dionysus poured out a drink and then dropped a shot of something into it. “You’re missing two things Squirt” Dionysus said both from his barmen body and inside Squirt’s head “A face and cock worthy of that body” Squirt downed the drink and pulled Dionysus in for a kiss, the god allowed it, he had made it Squirt’s instinct after all. Once the frat boy finished every drink he’d mouth fuck the nearest hottie, and Dionysus had to admit Squirt was a good kisser, and the god hadn’t even changed that skill yet. “Thanks master” Squirt cooed, his voice dropping an octave half way through Dionysus winked and left Squirt to it. He’d make a good high priest the god thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt pulled at his jeans, the zipper straining against his now monstrous cock. His face had just finished cracking into a new shape. It was confident, chiseled and very frat boy looking. A couple girls passed and giggled. Squirt winked at them, he was living up to his name, Squirt made the girls squirt. He would have been called stretch, but his frat brothers didn’t know how big his cock was and how much it would stretch their straight virgin holes till after they’d named him. Those memories weren’t real though, a clever way for Dionysus to make the frat easier to control, nothing better than a big fat cock fucking you to bring you into line. “Hey big man” Drake shouted over the music as he looked up at Squirt “Hey” Squirt slapped him on the back as Drake leaned against the bar next to him His big hand slid down Drake’s body and cupped his sculptured ass. “Very nice, won’t have to do much work with his one” Dionysus echoed through Squirts head Soon all the frat will be hearing Dionysus, all Squirt needed to do was fuck them for real, not like the fake memories Dionysus had implanted to spread the knowledge that Squirt was the big man on campus. Drake looked up a little nervously at Squirt, his own arm wrapped around Squirt’s waist. “Come with me” Squirt ordered and he led Drake out of the main room The frat house was slowly changing as Dionysus used the last of his power to take it over. Photos changed from grinning preppy frat boys, too near naked playful party animals. The first floor rooms morphed into party rooms, like the entire frat house was just for drinking and music. Every frat boy wore the cut-off Zeta shirt like Squirt did, six packs being a new requirement for pledging. Squirt took Drake by the hand and brought him up the stairs to his room. Squirt had never slept in his room, but it reflected the fake memories that Dionysus created. The bed was coated in sweat and cum, the room reeked of long hours of sex. “Strip” Squirt ordered Drake pulled off his jeans and tossed his shirt to the floor, Squirt smiled. Dionysus appeared in the corner, the god was eager to watch his priest make his first conversion, he could already feel his power growing as Drake’s desire to get fucked grew. Squirt pushed Drake onto the bed, the big football player fell onto it like he weighed nothing. Squirt quickly stripped and pulled Drake’s thick legs wider apart. The bed creaked as Squirt moved onto it, his monster swelling and already dripping with pre-cum. Other frat brothers made their way into Squirt’s room, it was the inner sanctum of Dionysus’ temple now. Some started to worship Squirt, a couple joined Dionysus at his perch and kissed his hands and arms. “This might hurt” Squirt explained, stroking Drake’s hair affectionately, he then gripped Drake’s hair fiercely “Who am I kidding, this is gonna tear you apart”
  3. Eric flicked through his phone, it was Saturday night and his best buddy Tom was being uncharacteristically quiet. Normally this time of night on a Saturday Tom would be blasting Eric’s phone through ever app available ordering Eric to get onto Steam or onto his PS4 and start playing with Tom. The two would stay up till the early hours of Sunday before collapsing from exhaustion with sore thumbs and strained eyes. But Tom was being quiet. Eric sent Tom another simple text. He’d move on from the normal ‘hey’ to a ‘are you alright’, but still Tom wasn’t responding. Eric flicked over to another app, again Tom hadn’t responded, the same for every single app. That was when Eric started to notice something odd. Tom’s user name had changed, n00bslayer12 had been Tom’s internet name for years. He’d been super proud he’d been able to get such an internet meme name. Now though the name was b00bslayer12.5. First off, Tom was as near to asexual as a boy could get. Eric had never even heard Tom talk about girls, let along boobs. He was a greasy, fat and short gamer boy. A photo of Tom could be used on the wiki page for virgin and nerd, no one would have any complaints. Eric flicked back over to his text messages, now he could see that Tom had read this messages. He was able to quickly fire off another message when he noticed the profile pic for Tom’s contact on Eric’s phone had changed. Instead of Tom’s fat face stuffed into a batman mask it showed a sweaty muscled man shirtless and snapping a selfie while he brushed his long hair out of his face. Eric clicked onto the pic to get a better look. The man was lightly tattooed, mostly around his wrists and muscled upper arms, a coupled tattoos adorned his wide lats and the curve at the side of his heavy sweaty pecs. The hunk looked to be wrapped in a towel, it hanging low on his toned hips. A stubbled jaw and juicy lips were just visible behind a powerfully veined forearm. Eric clicked out of it and began to write a new message to Tom, but Tom replied. ‘New phne whoo dis’ It was misspelled and lacking any grammar, which for Tom was very strange. Normally Tom was perfectly articulate in his text messaging, even when he was swearing at Eric for not getting onto Steam fast enough. ‘Eric’ he replied back There was a wait for a few seconds. ‘ohhhhh Eric’ ‘sorry bro, dont have you on did phne’ Again with the mispelling, but what did Tom mean he didn’t have Eric on his phone. He was probably the only contact Tom had on his phone besides his parents. ‘What the hell you talking about’ he shot back Tom replied ‘calm the fuck down’ ‘got new phne’ ‘just didnt send you contact over’ Eric signed and replied ‘Ok, so we gaming tonight’ ‘Also why is your profile some shirtless dude’ Tom didn’t respond for a few minutes, but when he did he sent over a bunch of photos. It showed Tom’s room, with the unmade bed, the gaming posters, the dirty plates and dirty clothes. But Tom was present instead was the hunky guy from the photo, just he was wearing Tom’s clothes. The food stained God of War t-shirt was straining over the hunk’s pec shelf and the sleeves tearing around the thick shoulders. Another picture showed two to three girls in the unmade bed. The three half dressed and all of them looking exhausted. Eric recognised them as Tom’s neighbours girlfriends. The three boys next door always bullied Tom and even Eric when Eric was around Tom’s house. The three college age jocks just couldn’t let nerdy Tom be. ‘sorry bro no gaming’ ‘got my hands full’ Eric hurried a reply ‘what the fuck, that guy is you, what the fuckhappened, what the fuckare you doing with those girsl’ Eric’s spelling and grammar was failing him. Tom replied ‘Losing my v-card, losing it a lot today’ ‘Man wish I could explain’ ‘all this jus happened’ ‘i wish I could of brought you along for the ride’ Eric was confused, but while Tom sent these texts he checked social media. Tom was on all of them, and very active when he hadn’t been before. He was popular with thousands of followers, his Instagram filled with photos of the tall broad hunk, countless different girls appearing throughout. Tom was now a stud. Eric replied ‘Why can’t you’ Tom sent a shrugging emoji. ‘only room for one bro’ ‘dont worry, ill come over later’ Suddenly a picture of an enormous battering ram cock popped up on the messages. The head jaw-breakingly fat and the girth even fatter. At the shaved base was a tattoo. 12.5. It was Tom’s internet alias. ‘I have this urge to fuck your throat’ ‘no clue why’ A thumbs up emoji came through and Eric could only gulp in fear.
  4. At the start of the day Glenn was looking forward to gym, especially the locker room. He couldn’t wait to show off his new built body, then he found out that he was still considered ugly. But as he changed for gym he stood facing the jocks, his long thick cock on full display. Eugene was next to Glenn, with his back to the jock, his board toned back hunched to shield is ripped abs and heavy pecs from view. The jocks were strutting around like peacocks, their flabby guts and pigeon chests intimidating the hulking nerds. Glenn tried something as one of the jocks passed he sneered and flexed his chest, and for a split second he saw doubt in the jocks eyes, like something from the old world was seeking through, like he could remember that the big guys should be in charge. Glenn pondered the implications of this as he pulled on his gym kit, maybe he wouldn’t need to make any drastic changes, maybe he just needed to make a couple small changes and things would right themselves. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene pulled his kit on, it was the only clothes he owned that hung loose over his overly built body. It was still tight around his arms and abundant pec shelf. The schools logo strained over his chest, the hem of the shirt swayed a couple inches away from his abs. Last gym class Kevin made a joke that he could camp under Eugene’s pec tent, another jock added that the rest of the football team could probably camp under the tent Eugene’s fat monster cock caused. He palmed his bulge, trying to make it a little less noticeable. Even with his junk safely strapped behind an industrial strength jock strap it was still obvious that Eugene was packing something truly monstrous. He followed Glenn out of the locker room and into the gym. Coach a sweaty 5 foot nothing blob of a man bounced a basketball in his hand. He kept dropping it though, his hands too small for the ball. The class lined up, the jocks at the front, the nerds at the back. This time no nerd was careless enough to line up at the front, it was always the same jokes about the weather, every time the same jokes about the weather. “Boys” Coach bellowed, his voice sounding like nails on a blackboard “Today we play basketball” He tossed the ball to Kevin, who smirked after almost dropping the ball. “You know the drill boys, shirts and skins” Coach shouted “We’re playing HUNK boys, one letter for each basket” Eugene followed the nerds to their end of the court, the jocks cheered and tossed their shirts to the side line. This was how most classes started every week, a little competition, Coach liked to torture the nerds and inflate the jocks egos. Most of the class would have to sit and watch, Eugene spotted Leon on the side line, sitting with Oscar. Oscar was like Leon the odd mix of nerd and jock, he was very tall, but very skinny, not a bit of muscle on him. Eugene thought he was cute, but he was in with the popular girls, he was the gay best friend, which made him untouchable for a nerd like Eugene even if they were the only ‘out’ boys in high school. Plus Oscar’s horrible dyed blond hair was a massive turn off. Eugene checked his team, all big, hulking nerds, they were fucked. Glenn was not where to be seen, he had always been right next to Eugene when these things happened, where was he. Coach’s whistle went and the jocks took over straight away. The ball passed between jock to jock, but every shot at the basket they made was effortlessly batted away by Henry the 6ft10 Asian nerd who’d taken control of defending the basket. Henry though made a mistake he caught the ball and tossed it at the jock’s basket, from the far end of the court the ball fell through the netting. “H” Coach shouted “But Henry take 10 laps, you know I don’t have that shit on my court, if you want to play you play fair, no height advantages” It was the same every gym class, no height advantages, no weight advantages, no muscle advantages. Coach had even made Jimmy run laps after his fat bulge had blocked a jock’s view when Jimmy pinned him in a wrestling match. The game started again with Eugene finding himself near the jocks basket, two jocks on their guard, they jumped around him, their flabby bellies bouncing like the basketball as it was dribbled down the court. “Eugene” Jimmy called as he tossed the ball away from the fray of jocks around him Eugene caught the ball with one hand, his fingers wrapped nearly around it. With a light flick of the wrist he sent the ball through the basket. “U” Coach shouted, he huffed, he couldn’t get Eugene on anything this time Eugene moved to the nerd’s basket, taking up the defence with the returned Henry, they were the tallest players on the court. He pulled at his shirt just to make sure the fabric hung low around his waist, he then pulled at his shorts, they rode up a little when he walked. He caught sight of Glenn standing at the edge of the non-playing students, his phone in his big hands, it was comical, why did they make phones so small when the all the tech heads had massive mitts for hands. Glenn saw Eugene and gave him a wink. “HEY” Coach screamed “What are you doing with your phone, get to running laps” Eugene sniggered as Glenn started his laps, he pulled at his shirt again, trying to get the hem a little lower. His hand grazed over the hem and then onto his deeply cut abs. He stopped, hadn’t his shirt covered him completely, he eyed the other nerds, their shirts were the same, unbelievably tight, with the hem just under their pecs, with sleeves bunched up around their shoulders. His mind went cloudy for a moment, then everything became clear. It had been a school rule for years, you could only wear Medium sized gym kit. “Eugene” Henry asked “You’re shorts are bunching up” Eugene blushed and he quickly sorted his shorts out, the legs were riding up and turning the shorts into briefs. His overgrown cock and muscle ass didn’t help. He thanked Henry, not noticing the tall Asian had been staring at Eugene’s ass the entire time. ——————————————————————————————————— Glenn typed up new changes as he ran his laps, he cursed his new long, thick fingers. He was having to rewrite every other word. The sudden tightness of his kit over his ass and chest told him the last change had worked. He had to admit the basketball match was a sight to behold, some of the biggest beefiest muscle Glenn had seen running around in skin tight tops and bulge hugging shorts, if he was gay he’d be living the dream. “N” Coach called as one nerd got another basket Glenn hurried his typing, it wouldn’t take long for the nerds to get the last letter, the jocks hadn’t even got one, they were playing horribly. Glenn sniggered, that was thanks to him, one quick change and the jocks couldn’t touch the ball without dropping it. He entered the changes and watched as Eugene sniffed the air, the urge to beat the jocks rising inside him already, this was the first step to righting Glenn’s mess, but it also pushed Eugene closer towards being the confident dominate stud his body demanded he be. Eugene palmed the ball as one jock tried to get it into the basket, he started dribbling it down the court, slipping between the jocks and his fellow nerds. His thick legs bent slightly and he sprang from the ground, the ball fell through the basket and Eugene swung for a second from the basket, his muscles flaring. He thudded onto the floor as Coach muttered K. Glenn stopped and watched the eyes of the entire class run over Eugene’s pumped torso, with one deep breath the shirt tore and burst. The pump was all Glenn’s doing, but the hulking out of his shirt was all natures fault. He grinned, Kevin’s cocky face was marked with confusion, no doubt, he was questioning why he was the alpha male when Eugene was such a beast. That was just what Glenn wanted, a seed of doubt. ——————————————————————————————————— After gym Glenn didn’t shower, he needed to head home quickly to prepare for the next lot of changes. Maybe he could find the old world saved on his home computer, he might not need to do any planning. He was about to take the side steps out of the gym when Jimmy came thundering down them. He was sweaty and just in his underwear, his tanned skin flushed and his muscles pumped. “What’s wrong man” Glenn asked, he was taller then Jimmy, but not as well cut “Kevin” Jimmy muttered “He said he had my clothes, got me to chase him, then started on me for doing so” “And he doesn’t have your clothes” Glenn added “His favourite joke” Glenn could hear Kevin’s slight footfalls getting closer. “Get behind me” Glenn ordered Jimmy quickly did as told, his big hands though trying to cover his modesty. Good luck, Glenn thought, that thing should be hanging in a deli. Kevin appeared at the top of the stairs, he was dressed in designer gear, all baggy on his skinny frame. He stepped down three of the stairs and came face to face with Glenn. Kevin went to speak, but Glenn laughed “You’re so fucking short” “What” Kevin spluttered “You heard me, you’re short” Glenn took a step up the stairs Kevin’s head level with Glenn’s chin. “And so fucking boney” Glenn took another step Kevin looked up at Glenn, there was still a couple steps between them. His eyes looked past Glenn’s lantern jaw, past his thick neck and right into the vast fabric plain that covered his pumped chest. Glenn bounced his pecs watching that seed of doubt grow a little bigger. He knew what Kevin was thinking, first Eugene and now Glenn, how could there be two nerds so superior to mega jock Kevin. Kevin turned and left without a word. “Come on man, lets get you dressed” Glenn led Jimmy back through the door and into the locker room “I’ll stand guard for you” The locker room was steamy from the showers and musky from the deep rich smell of a dozen hulking nerds and their sweaty muscles. But Glenn and Jimmy stopped at the door, there was moaning and the sound of wet flesh slapping together. Glenn with Jimmy close behind peeked into the showers. All they saw was Eugene’s toned back and his powerful ass thrusting. His black hair was plastered to his head and a pair of long skinny legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Just behind Eugene’s thick shoulders Glenn could see a very tall, very skinny guy, with a cute face, but terrible dyed blond hair. “Oscar” Glenn whisper in awe, with one small push from the Chronivac Eugene had gone from blushing virgin into a full blown fuck machine “Shit” Jimmy muttered “Never thought I’ll see a cock bigger then mine” Glenn sniggered, Eugene was making long strokes, fucking poor Oscar with every inch of his swollen monster. His furry bull nuts bouncing between his well muscled thighs. The two nerds were both straight but they couldn’t help but admire Eugene’s talent. “About time someone shut Oscar up” Jimmy chuckled Glenn smirked, he might not need to make any changes now, Eugene was doing all the work for him, Oscar was a terrible gossip and by tomorrow everyone will know that bigger is better. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene returned home with a smile on his face, it felt good to lose his virginity, it hadn’t happened how he’d wanted it to happen. But when Oscar started bitching about how stupid Eugene had looked when he popped out of his shirt this feeling, this energy rose up inside Eugene. He kissed Oscar and then tore the skinny boys clothes off. He made sure Oscar regretted mocking Eugene, he made sure that Oscar wouldn’t walk right for a week. He almost tore the front door from its hinges when he pushed it open, it crashed against the wall and a picture popped off its nail and fell to the floor. He’d never lose control of his strength before, but this energy felt incredible. He felt, no he knew he could do anything. “Hey horse cock” Matt his brother greeted him with a smirk “Fuck off hamster dick” Eugene roared Matt blushed, the force of Eugene’s tone knocking him down a peg. It was weird, hamster dick was a thing of pride. Matt had always boasted about his little cock, but now it was something bad, having a big fat cock, like the one that Eugene had was the thing of pride now. Eugene thudded into the kitchen, and banged into a man, a much taller, much broader man. Which for someone of Eugene’s size meant that dad was home.
  5. Pete was a student, he was doing sociology and was currently doing a paper on how various people are treated on dating apps. He’d set up a bunch of different profiles, using donated images from other male friends and students. The profiles for each were identical, very normal and very plain. Each profile was named the same, Darren, and each profile spoke of a love for movies, football and cooking. Some were already successful, some had already been offered meet-ups. One in particular was doing very well, but for Pete did not remember setting the profile up. It was called Darren, it was registered as gay, whereas all the other profiles were straight. The profile picture didn’t look like any of Pete’s classmates or friends. The profile picture showed a large black man. A very well built and good looking black man. It was a selfie pic like all the other donated pics, but unlike the others who were all fully clothes the black man was shirtless and wrapped in a towel. The race of the picture wasn’t odd, Pete had made sure to include a wide variety of profiles. This black hunk was one of four other black guys in the experiment. The reaction to the profile was the same as the other pictures who anyone would class as ‘goodlooking’, and it was actually probably going beyond the normal reaction the ‘goodlooking’ profiles was getting. At least twice as many people were contacting ‘Black hunk Darren’ as any one else, and the messages were extremely explicit. People were very quick to ask this Darren for sex or sexy pictures. Pete was shocked at how he’d seemed to be happy to play along, he didn’t remember any of it. The messages Darren had sent were just as explicit and super dominating, treating every guy who messaged him as nothing better than a ‘pathetic runt’. Pete was worried about how this would effect the essay, but before he could contact his professor to ask about the issue he noticed his hands were black. Not brown, or tanned, but richly black, nothing like the pasty cream he’d skin was. They were like the hands in the ‘black hunk Darren’ profile pic. Pete freaked, jumping away from his laptop. His legs which were suddenly filling out his shorts much more then before sent his note book and papers flying. Pete was thankful he was in his dorm and not in the library as he freaked out. The thighs beneath his shorts were super thick with muscled and the same dark tone as his hands. He moved to the bathroom to find a mirror. His nose had changed as well, it was black and looked a lot like Darren’s. He was playing with his nose with his newly black hands when the seat of his shorts tore. His ass was inflating, two rounded black muscled cheeks bursting out of his shorts and underwear. The shorts now in tatters fell to the floor. His lowers legs and feet were black now as well. Pete’s feet tearing apart his socks, his toes popping out between the straining threads of cotton. Pete didn’t react to his lower body changing, he was too occupied and worried as his entire face cracked into Darren’s. The well kept facial hair in the profile pic spread over Pete’s strengthened jaw. Pete’s light brown hair pulling into his scalp. The sleeves of his shirt burst. The change to his hands had spread up to his shoulders, he arms were longer and covered in dark muscle. His stomach crunched as abs popped into existence. Pete was taller, his head inching closer to the ceiling with ever second. His chest exploded outwards, two massive slabs of pitch black muscle bounced forward. Pete was Darren, or more accurately Darren had replaced Pete. The worries about his essay were gone and the only thing Darren cared about was fucking ass and getting money for it. Cash Master Darren didn’t even know he was or had been a sociology student. Darren bent down and picked his phone up from the torn remains of his shorts. He bounced a pec for himself in the mirror before dropping the towel. The thick head of Darren’s log like cock was losing the final cream tone of skin as Darren snapped a nude selfie. Darren nodded at the hot pic of him flexing with his soft cock draped over the edge of the sink. His meaty fingers deleting all the picture of some pasty white dude that had appeared throughout his phone. Darren thudded on his wide feet into Pete’s dorm room. For some reason he didn’t have a single weight in the room, and why were there books on the shelves and not sport trophies from his glory years in high school. Darren ignored the scattered essay papers and with a confused grunt he logged off the dozen different dating profiles till only his one remained. He clipped his phone in and loaded the nude pic up, sending it to every single one of his contacts. “There you go you sluts” Darren laughed deeply, scratching as his bull nuts “Fuck.. I need to find a throat to fuck” Darren then saw his profile, it was super tame. Nothing about Darren’s love of fucking ass relentlessly till beds break, or how he loved dominating guys till they were quivering cum dumps. “Gotta change that” Darren muttered But he was stopped, the first replies about his massive black cock were coming in, and they all wanted to meet Darren, or ‘BlackDomBeast’ as his profile was named. “Damn, gonna have to set up some surge pricing for all the sluts on campus” Darren laughed as he started to book his first meet up, and the second, and the third and the fourth.
  6. “I’m on my way” *Your buddy replies to your text with a picture of his huge muscled arm wrapped around a girl way out of his league* “Fuck dude, that music did a real number on you” “I’ve gotta be like a good foot taller” “Heads nearly hitting the ceiling of the train” “I’ll be like 10 mins, don’t claim every girl before I get their man” *You continue to liken to the music, its melody refining your body* “Oh, good idea getting bigger shoes, my feet would of burst out of my old size 11s ages ago” “Though ain’t there meant to be mental changes” *Your buddy reads the messages but doesn’t reply to them* “Like confidence, I’m the size of a house but I’m still so fucking timid” “Should of worn a sleeveless shirt, but I don’t have the heart too” “I’m even covering my crotch…. and I really shouldn’t” “It’s like I’ve stuffed a fucking melon in there… well an apple and some large oranges Lol” *You grin at your own text and slowly move your coat away from your crotch, giving the entire train a good view* “Scratch that, the mental stuff just kicked in :P” “You should probably stop drinking those” *Your buddy takes another slurp from the glass* “They said you could only have one, because you could only afford one” “I don’t think they thought anyone would spend their college fund on five” *He slurps again, his shorts straining against his thighs and ass* “Your getting too big, no ones gonna recognise…..” *Suddenly your mute as his shorts burst into pieces and he’s nude on the very public beach* “Wait here” *He’s blushing and trying to hide his inflated cock while still drinking from the glass and only getting larger* “I’ll get you some new shorts…. and I’ll get myself one of those drinks”
  7. The Wright boys hung behind and allowed their buddy Demarco to swagger into the house, his swelling ass giving his hips a swing. The four boys were half brothers and shared the common features of their legend of a man whore father. All tall, all built and all very well hung. Demarco was their friend since childhood, they’d all growth up together, but now Demarco’s paling skin and slimming body was bringing the boy’s well practiced black horse-cocks to a solid throbbing erection. The brothers felt a little sorry for Demarco, he was like family, but there was no shared blood. They all knew that Demarco would do the same to them if they were in his position. It was either he gave up his holes or the Wright boys ended up like their dad with a dozen kids in a dozen cities. They were practically drooling as Demarco’s basketball shorts slid further down his thinning thighs, his shelf like ass the only thing holding it up. The boys had already been shocked by the changes, within seconds of Demarco downing the protein shake after their long game of basketball the changes had started. He’d reaching into his shorts and with some maneuvering he pulled his sweaty jock out and dumped it on the floor. His healthy bulge shrunk into oblivion, that made the boy’s feel really sorry for him, but Demarco wouldn’t need his cock any more. Demarco turned to his homies as he stepped into the house, barely registering that his hand wasn’t palming the basketball like it used to. “We watching the game” he asked, his voice now soft, his widening tongue flopping out between his plump lips The brothers nodded shocked as the changes, there was no trace of the tough looking black boy, now only a slender lisping white boy. Demarco’s broad chest had thinned out, the six pac on his slim stomach only there due his now very low fat content. As Demarco moved towards the sofa he left his shoes behind, his big size 13 feet long gone. The brothers followed him in, all of them stroking their huge cocks through their shorts, pre-cum bubbling through the fabric. The brothers moved towards the kitchen, dropping their shorts as Demarco settled on the sofa. Their huge cocks swung ahead of them, they were the main reason for dosing Demarco. The brothers were always horny and in need of a pussy, but if the boys could even find a condom that fit it would only break when they shot their humongous loads. Instant baby maker, the boys didn’t want a kid yet, they needed a slut. One by one the brothers filled a cup with their thick loads, it would finish the transformation. Deon the eldest brought the cup over to Demarco, the now even smaller white boy didn’t notice the huge black boys naked in front of him. They settled into their seats, Deon and Noah joined Demarco on the small two seater sofa. The brother’s heavily muscled thighs crowding the still shrinking boy. “Got you another shake” Deon smiled as he used the cup to scoop up a fat drip of cum from his fist sized cock head Demarco smirked and took the cup, the game started playing in the background. The brothers weren’t interested, they slowly jacked their cocks and watched Demarco chug down the full cup. He moaned with approval as he finished, his long tongue slurping up the leftovers. Demarco’s little feet swung over the edge of the sofa, nowhere near the floor. His entire body was tiny, but built for sex. He squirmed his swollen bubble butt into the sofa and slapped his thick pouty lips together. His slim belly groaned and the brothers smirked at each other, it was time. “I’m really hungry” Demarco moaned, his eyes of Deon’s footlong black monster
  8. Archie sat himself down at the back of his shared apartment, the chair creaked under his weight. His laptop was already open on the wooden dinner table and waiting for him to start blogging. He had a load of drafts lined up, though he’d have to spend some time fixing his queue. Archie had to push his chair back, his expansive gut pressing against the table. He quickly reblogged a few gifs and comments from some mutuals, then moved onto his own stuff. Archie’s blog was mostly fan edits of shows, or his own thoughts on some nerdy piece of news. He had a very healthy number of follows, numbering at just over 1000. Archie though noticed something odd. His messages, he normally had maybe one or two messages. Usually from the other bloggers he spoke too, but somehow he had over 200 messages. He clicked them open, his eyes ran over the first message and he felt a pulling force in his stomach. ‘I love your abs, how the hell can you eat shit and still have abs’ Archie’s hand went defensively to his washboard stomach, the ridges of his abs pushed against his shirt. He quickly typed out some bullshit answer about his high metabolism, even though he did do several hundred crunches a day. ‘How tall are you, cause in some pics you seem small, but you must be over 6ft at least’ Archie’s knees hit the underside of the table, he cursed and stretched his long lean legs out. He was tall, above 6ft, probably nearer to 6′4 then the 6′2 he told people he was. Archie always did that to make them rethink their own heights, suddenly guys who thought they were model quality 6′2 didn’t think that anymore after standing next to Archie. ‘Are you the guy from those sunglasses ads, your lips and jaw are very familiar’ He chuckled and bit one of his pouty lips, he typed out a simple ‘Yea’ and gave his glossy styled hair a flick. Archie knew he was a heart breaker, he was gifted with great skin, amazing bone structure and glittering eyes, if only he had a better built. Sure abs you could grate cheese on was nice, but he wanted some more size all over. ‘Any pointers fitness wise, I’ve hit a plateau, but you just keep gaining’ His crisp white t-shirt strained against his pecs, the collar pulled low and it showed a lot of flesh. Archie’s biceps flexed against the sleeves, pushing them up onto his shoulders. He replied with a link to his fitness page, if you wanted a body like Archie’s you had to pay him. He had to make money after all, not many 22 year olds could fund a luxury apartment by themselves, let alone all the gorgeous guys and gals who’d call it home while Archie was attracted to them. ‘I gotta ask is it true what they say about big feet…. cause we all know you got clown feet’ Archie’s oversized battleship feet sat heavy on the floor. They were size 18 and thudded everywhere he walked, but it wasn’t his feet the questioner was interested in. Archie’s jeans already contending with his meaty legs and muscle butt fought against his cock meat. The zipper straining, his bulge even kissed the edge of the table. His thick thighs pushing it forward. Archie smiled and typed out a reply, playing it cool and dismissive, he was a fitness blog after all, not a porn blog. ‘So when are we gonna see the BIG MAN again, haven’t posted a vid in weeks’ Archie sighed and pushed his seat back clicking the camera button while he did it. “Hey guys, you want to see the BIG MAN” he laughed as he pulled at the zipper of his jeans He never wore underwear, none could handle his meat and his meat couldn’t be contained. It thudded onto the table, and with one hand Archie slapped it loudly against the wood a few times. “Remember to message me for private sessions, via cam or in person” Archie said before hitting the stop button He used the video as a reply to the message, just letting his horse dick swing free as he scanned the rest of the questions. Mostly the same old stuff about his huge cock or amazing body. Archie closed his laptop, he was getting horny, time to fuck the latest twink he’d brought back from the gym. Archie did notice his follower count had just passed 100,000 followers, probably time to post that sex tape he promised.
  9. Trent looked his friend Marshal up and down. Gone was the lean swimmer who’d slipped into the tanning bed over an hour ago, now a wall of thick muscle stared back at him with dull hollow eyes. “Marshal you ok” Trent asked Marshal just bounced his pecs and chuckled as he looked down at his heavy chest. “Yea, I’m good bro” Marshal laughed in a surprising deep voice Trent gulped, Marshal had never said ‘bro’ in all the time he’d known him. He’d overdosed Trent thought. Trent had brought Marshal to the Tanning Shop, he was one of the short list who knew that the tanning beds here did more then just tan your skin. After a short session in the bed the user would crawl out with tanned skin, but also slimmer, healthier, better looking and even a little bit taller. Trent sighed, he should of checked on Marshal. Trent though had been too busy flirting with the hot receptionist to notice that Marshal had been inside the bed for three times longer then he should of been. Trent shook his head “Sorry man, but this isn’t good” Marshal just stared blankly at Trent, his head cocked to one side. He was confused Trent thought, but then he was probably going to be confused all the time now, too much time in the beds would cook your brain. “Overuse can lead to permanent damage” Trent explained “I warned you beforehand” Marshal laughed again and brought his arms up. His rounded biceps bulged and he gave his abs a flex to finish off the pose. “This isn’t damaged” Marshal laughed again Trent nodded, Marshal was certainly a sight now. “But what will people say, you’re like three or four inches taller” Trent offered Marshal smirked “Not to mention a beast” he bounced his pecs again Trent nodded again, Marshal was certainly a beast now. “No one noticed you’d changed… you explained it once” Marshal added He was scratching his head under his cap, his head must be hurting from using such big words like ‘noticed’ and ‘explained’. “Yea, a healthy glow” Trent offered “They just see the tan, not the couple pounds of muscle or the inch in height the bed gave you” Marshal nodded, then just waited for Trent to continue. He really was dumb now, Trent almost felt sorry for the idiot who’d stayed in the magical tanning bed for nearly two hours. Trent pondered out loud for a moment “Well… I could do another 30 minutes without any permanent damage, just exterior changes” He stepped passed Marshal and climbed into the bed, flicked the switch to turn it on. As it closed he saw Marshal mouthing the word exterior to himself, trying to work out the meaning.
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