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  1. PART ONE It had been a few days since Drew had let his two straight friends turn themselves into cum hungry sluts thanks to his jacuzzi and he was worn out. The boys had been riding him constantly and while he was blessed with an elephant cock, his body was failing him. Drew gave his boys some chores with the promise of a fuck when they finished, so that he could get some free time. Finally he’d be able to test out the jacuzzi. He flicked it onto the setting he'd been planning on using all along and lowered himself into the bubbling water. The effects were instant, his skin prickled as it hit the water. It started with what felt like a deep wash, all faults in skin clearing. Then it started to burn, a deep pleasurable burn. Drew braced himself against the edge moaning as the water focused into a fierce torrent around his cock. The burn melted fat and filled Drew’s slender muscles with strength. It refined Drew, removed and corrected faults. It stretched his bones, his widening feet slid across the jacuzzi bottom. Drew felt his jaw broadening, stubble spreading across his face. The uneven dusty of hair on his chest retracted. The only body hair on his now athletic body was a small treasure trail running between his solid ab muscles, it was still more hair then Chris and Dan had. Drew let out a sigh as the burn faded and the bubbles slowed, his hand caught the setting button and flicked it back to jacuzzi. He smirked down at very above average bulge in his speedo, now surrounded by a body which matched it. “Wow” the soft voices of Chris and Dan chimed in unison Drew winked at the thong clad sluts, it was a rule the boys decided on, they shouldn’t wear clothes. They dropped their thongs and splashed into the pool. Drew gave his decent sized pecs a bounce and the boys giggled, their slender hands pulled at the speedo, fishing out his hefty cock. The two boys started jacking the fat monster, kissing and licking the fist sized head that rose from the bubbling water. Drew leaned back and let the boys work. He decided he’ll let them finish then see what another dose of subnami would do to the former jocks, hopefully it would make them a little more manageable. They were still pretty tall and built, though Drew’s new stud body was evening the odds, another dose of studicane should fix that.
  2. Paolo was nervous, he’d been held up in the hotel room for a few days now, using a fake name and only able to answer the door for room service. He wasn’t even allowed to let in the cleaning lady or go out onto the room's balcony for fresh air. It wasn’t because of anything he’d done, it was due to his father. His dad was a pretty senior level politician, many had considered him as future President, but not any more. His father had been taking bribes and had been pocketing money from the national budget. While Paolo was innocent he had benefited. The expensive clothes, gadgets, cars, houses and vacations, all paid for by his fathers ill gotten gains. Thankfully for Paolo his accounts hadn’t been frozen and he’d been able to book a hotel room for a few weeks as staying at the family mansion wasn’t an option. The protests were getting bigger and bigger, the pool house had even been set alight by one very angry protester. While his father was currently in prison awaiting trial Paolo decided to get out of the country. He’d paid off a fixer and had been trapped awaiting the fixers solution. He hadn’t been too eager to leave as he’d done nothing wrong, but it had just been announced on the news that he was now wanted for questioning, so his nervousness had skyrocketed. “Keep calm kid” the fixer said helping himself to another tiny bottle from the mini bar “All you can do is wait, you can’t take a private jet and you definitely can’t fly commercial” Paolo sat himself down on the unmade bed, calming his breathing. Through the window he could hear a protest march passing by, his family name being bellowed out by thousands of people. “Who is this guy you called” Paolo asked again “A smuggler, expert at moving people from place to place who don’t want anyone knowing that they’re moving from place to place” the fixer answered again, he’d explained a few times already Paolo nodded just as there was a heavy knock at the door. The fixer got up to answer it while Paolo moved out of sight just in case it was someone who shouldn’t be seeing him. The fixer sighed when he opened the door “About time you got here” A deep voice answered from the doorway “Sorry, the whole country is going crazy, the airports are pretty much in lockdown” Paolo assumed this was the smuggler. “Come in then, we should get started” the fixer said Paolo let out an audible gasp as the smuggler ducked through the doorway. He was a brute, a towering man. He even batted away the lampshade as he stomped into the room, his feet enormous, his shoes more like canoes than actual shoes. He dropped a small carry on bag onto the hotel bed, the fixer soon opened it and pulled out some sort of first aid kit. Paolo came out of his hiding place and the giant smuggler turned and smiled down at him. The smuggler face was surprisingly youthful, he looked to be in his early 20s, probably the same age as Paolo. Paolo himself wasn’t the tallest guy, but he never expected to be level with someones chest. The smuggler's shirt straining over two enamours slab like pecs, his shoulders and biceps threatening to burst the sleeves. “I’m Travis, I’ll be smuggling you into the United States today” he said jokingly, a smile on his face, but his pecs bounced somewhat intimidatingly. Before Paolo could reply the fixer had moved behind Paolo and jammed a needle into Paolo neck. Within seconds his vision was blurry and he was falling to the floor, his face landing between Travis’ massive feet. ———————————————————————— When Paolo awoke he wasn’t himself, he felt empty and light. He was still in the hotel room, laying on the bed. He could see and feel the sheets below him, and see the room around himself. The fixer was no where to be seen. Travis thought was standing naked at the window looking out onto the city outside. Paolo called out to Travis, but no words sounded out. He went to reach for his throat, but he had no hands to reach for it, he didn’t even have a throat. The realisation of what had happened to him was sudden, he wasn’t human anymore. Travis turned around, his thick rounded muscled ass and the backs of his wide thighs vanishing and an inhuman length of horse cock swung around. The slapping of the meat against Travis’ thighs almost hurt Paolo’s ears, but then again he didn’t have ears anymore. “I hope you have come too little guy” Travis said scratching at his toned abs “I don’t want to you waking up while I’m wearing you” Travis laughed as he walked over to the bed and lifted Paolo off it with one hand. The feel of Travis’ fingers on Paolo set a jolt through him. Paolo could now tell he was made of fabric, and after Travis said he’d be wearing him it must mean he was a piece of clothing. “I do owe you an explanation” Travis said still holding Paolo and smiling down to him “Smuggling it really hard, I mean super hard” Travis bounced his chest again, Paolo felt something jolt through him again. “Rich people don’t like being shipped in cargo containers, and getting them private jets that no one will check is nearly impossible nowadays” Travis continued Paolo felt air rushing by him as Travis lowered Paolo to his giant feet. Paolo felt stretched as Travis’ feet pushed their way through him. Paolo suddenly realised what he was, he tried to scream at Travis at this wasn’t a good idea, but no sound escaped his fabric form. He was Travis’ underwear. “So turning people into clothes was the best option, most people assume its impossible to do it, and only the most high-tech military bases or government installations have the tech to detect an inanimate transformation” Travis explained as he forced his tree trunk thick thighs through Paolo. Paolo was barely hearing anything Travis said, his mind was being pulled apart by the girth of Travis’ legs and ass. What Paolo assumed was his face was being pressed against two swollen bull nuts, he could actually hear the cum churning inside them. Travis’ hand pulled Paolo open from the waist band and gently crammed his shank of horse dick into Paolo. He palmed his bulge and chuckled. “Full to bursting” he laughed “I don’t normally have guys like you as underwear, I save that for the war criminals, I like having them suffer from being full of cock” he started getting the rest of his clothes on “Guess your fixer didn’t known the underwear transformation always leaves you a size too small” ———————————————————————— Travis spent the rest of the day sight seeing before heading to the airport, he avoided the protests and the police checkpoints. Paolo’s dad had really screwed up, but at least the poor guy was safe beneath Travis’ jeans. The airport was quiet, but it still took Travis ages to get to his plane. Security gave him as full pat down unaware a wanted criminal was beneath their fingertips as they felt up Travis’ ass. When Travis finally got to his seat he felt Paolo tighten around his fat balls. The guy had been twitching and moving all day as he got used to his new form. Travis was half worried all the movement would set his big cock off, but he was able to just keep it under control. Travis had an uneasy flight, Paolo was ridding up between his thick cheeks and the second he got up to use the bathroom to unwedge Paolo the guy did it himself. He was messing with Travis, getting some revenge for wearing him all day in the hot summer weather of his home country. Paolo was soaked in sweat, a few weeks of showers would wash it out after Paolo was changed back, but he would still always remember the smell of Travis’ cock. Travis fell asleep a few hours into the flight, his chest rising and falling with his light snores. His shirt creaking as his pecs flexed. His legs were as widely spread as he could make them, but Paolo was still crammed between the thighs, and with Travis’ cock stretching him full he was completely surrounded by muscle and manhood, and he was starving. ———————————————————————— Travis woke up in the middle of the night, the flight still a couple hours away from landing. The flight was quiet, everyone else asleep. Travis felt in bliss, Paolo was twisting and constricting around his cock. The guy had either worked him up in his sleep or taken advantage of Travis’ morning wood. Travis gripped at the arms of his seat, his blanket pointing upright. His cock rock hard, he could tell his jeans had popped open and Paolo had been stretched upwards as Travis’ monster rose upright. Travis could tell he was close to cumming, he forced himself to hold back. Cum had a terrible effect on people who’d been transformed. Best case Paolo would be a little cum hungry bitch when he turned back and Travis would have spend weeks fucking some sense into him before he could return to a normal life. Worst case Paolo would be stuck forever as a pair of too small underwear. But Travis gave up protecting Paolo and let his swollen nuts shoot immense spurts of cum into Paolo. The cum joining the three or four loads that Travis had already shot into Paolo while he was sleeping. Travis laid back and covered his tented underwear with the blanket. He let out a sigh, this was the third guy this year that he’d splattered with cum while they were his clothing. He knew he should have gone into mercenary work and not people smuggling. He’d been warned, guys with big dicks never lasted in people smuggling.
  3. 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
  4. The director sighed, why did they sign Zeb Atlas for a twink movie. Granted he was hot, but he was 6ft3 and in his 40s. He wasn’t suitable for the movie. It was about young hot twinks and the young hunks that fuck them. Zeb was a hunk, but he was too old, at least for what was planned. He felt bad, but the director had been left with few options. He couldn’t fire Zeb, and he couldn’t use him, but there was a way to make him work. The director saw it as a kindness, it would give Zeb another 20 years of work, if it worked. The director chuckled, he knew it would work. It always did, there was always some producer at the studio pushing a big daddy guy into the films. But the director would use the ‘special’ stuff and soon that big daddy was ready for the shoot, just a couple decades younger and a few feet shorter. Zeb was no different, the director could see the changes already at Zeb rubbed himself down for the camera. The water cascading down big plump muscles, muscles that got smaller with each drop. Bones that compressed with each rub of Zeb’s soapy hands. His heavy cock quivering under the water, shrinking away. Zeb was too wrapped up in the feel of the water to notice the changes, as was everyone else. Only the director was immune to the effects, and he liked it that way. He enjoyed watching the age drain from guys like Zeb. He liked to see their lives shrink and change. Most of them had been athletes or bodybuilders when they were younger, not now. They weren’t built for stuff like that now. They could be gymnasts or dancers, the director knew they were flexible enough, he had enough films to prove that. Zeb let out a moan, a high pitched girlish moan. He was near done, his body devoid of nearly all muscle. He’d stopped at 5ft3, a foot of height gone forever. He looked barely 18, but the director had the records to proof that Zeb Atlas Junior was 18. Zeb flicked his long wet hair from his face, his soft mouth curved into a smile. A few of his slender fingers buried between his plump ass cheeks. “Ok, cut” the director shouted “Zeb keep doing what your doing, you’re gonna need to be really stretched out for what I have planned” Twins moved into view, they were corn fed, farm raised boys. As hung as the bulls they bred. Little Zeb gazed up at the big dumb farm boys, both of them looked down hungrily at the twink. Squared heavy pecs hanging high above his head, the chiseled faces of the twins smiling downwards. The twins shared a look, they were going to ruin this boy. “Ok, boys don’t go gentle on Zeb, he can take it” the director ordered “Now….Action"
  5. Travis

    Invictus

    This is perhaps a monologue, or short play with one speaking part and others nonspeaking, rather than a story, so I hope it's not out of place. It was inspired by a work by the artist MSSF, which is at the end. i INVICTUS: or, The Captive Aside, to himself: My mind is mine and never will be his. Then, speaking aloud: I am your captive. My life and my body are yours. Beat me. Torture me. But enslave me not, nor keep me idle in a dungeon deep. Hasten my life to its end. Make of me with knives your complete sacrifice. Again to himself: Thus will my last moments pass quietly in my mind, for I will know that my end comes soon. When it does, I will have freedom, freedom from this mortal body which he defeated in battle, freedom from the shame of defeat before my warriors, my men, my sons. Aloud: Yet with your knives, take special care before you stab and slice my mortal flesh. Make sharp your sweet steel and as you carve and sever keep fresh your blades that you may cleanly cut and my blood may quickly flow. Limit not the artifice of your craft, but fulsomely display your handwork. Create thus a pleasing sight for your eyes, but not for your eyes only. A worthy deed well done must be seen. Issue a summons. Bring forth your high priest and his acolytes. Call forth your sons who must with their own true eyes bear witness that they may know, not by the poetizing of your scribe, but by their own beholding, the savage beauty as their father draws death from life and my unworthy body, flayed and bled, expires to a corpse. Again to himself: His look is fierce and keen, but still unquenched. And now aloud: I see and all here now assembled see your risen cock, and mine. Your manhood rises in triumph. Mine rises to honor your victory. Yet among the assembled, whisperers pass judgment that your captive flaunts his member in defiance. To quell them, command my final ejaculation. Order a show. For in my tribe, as high priests and consuls attest, the jizzum of their warrior-prince possesses potent magic. Nothing in alchemy surpasses it. Indeed, my very sons have supped on it, that they may be strong and valorous. To honor your manhood, command the last surge of my seed. From my risen cock, engender a fountain of virility. Provoke my testicles in their sack. Rouse my idle semen and incite my hoary balls to issue yet more sperm, as you do, and pull and stretch my scrotum, and slice it off. Take with it those two jewels which men so admire and praise. That kind action of yours will make my manhood prouder still, and in its pride, it will bring forth for you my rapturous final ejaculation. No further touch will be necessary. But have your chest ready that my unctuous jizzum may splurge there as my tribute. And have your sons at hand that they may lap at your nips, not as pups, but as men. For in my seed, there is that powerful magic of which I spoke, and which will make them brave and strong. Thus will they make battle victorious against my own sons, for your sons will have the power of your seed and my seed against my puny sons who have but the power of their own father’s seed. Sotto voce, and turning his head slightly: Scribe, if you hear this tale, write it as I tell it. But know yourself, and in confidence tell two or three wise poets, that my conquerer is a gullible and foolish man who puts faith in such magical potions and tall tales as educated men long ago put aside. I know his weakness in this, as in blood and in lust. Thus, even in defeat, I prevail over him, and in this way, abrupt and savage, I make a quick end for myself. Aloud again: When I have thus anointed you, then slice again. Slice off my shaft, which even then will stand erect in your honor. Display my defeat. My cock is your scepter. Then vanquish me as you and your sons, splurge your cum on your bloody trophies. The deeds being done, the captive dies. art by MSSF
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