"Get A Piercing," They Said. "It'd Be Cool," They Said. I've Always Struggled With Resisting Peer Pressure.

"Get a piercing," they said. "It'd be cool," they said. I've always struggled with resisting peer pressure. Just my luck, getting pierced by a witch or whatever he was. I knew I saw his eyes glow purple when he pierced my sensitive nip, but none of my stupid friends would believe me! Fuck, my body won't stop growing. I can't believe how much muscle I've put on! A few minutes ago I was a scrawny twink and now I look like I could go head-to-head with the jocks on the football team! I'd probably win too, with these new massive biceps. My god, why does it have to feel so fucking good! I don't want to be a dumb jock, but losing my brain feels better than any orgasm!

Suited

Husbands, Dave and John, swiftly needed suits for a close friend's sudden impromptu wedding. Luckily, the brand-new suit store that had just opened near them was available all night. They rushed over, intending to be in and out as fast as possible, but unbeknownst to the nieve couple, they were about to have a life-changing shopping experience that would quickly eradicate all strive for haste.

When Dave and John first stepped inside, they were immediately assaulted by the thick smell of intense cologne emanating from every corner. The scent was overwhelming but highly masculine, giving their cocks a pleasant twitch. To their surprise, there wasn't a single other customer or shop assistant in sight, but not overthinking it, pursued on.

The overabundance of suits intimidated them, having only worn basic t-shirts and jeans, but they eventually found ones they liked and, most importantly, could afford. They couldn't wait to leave; the intense smell of cologne was beginning to make them feel lightheaded. But, while trying to find a shop assistant, they encountered the endless racks of dress shoes, halting them in their tracks. They had some old, borrowed dress shoes in the car, but the new, freshly polished ones were hypnotically dazzling, begging to be admired and purchased.

As they contemplated which pairs to buy, their minds became more deliriously lightheaded from the cologne, turning them on. The added scent of fresh dress shoe leather intensified that arousal further, excitedly making the hairs on their arms stand up, and their cocks stiffen. With no soul around to stop them, they gave each other a knowing look, and without hesitation, they brought the dress shoes up to their noses and inhaled deeply. After which, they both moaned in dopey satisfaction, the intense masculine scent making their stiff cocks leak pre.

Dave and John were in perverted heaven, enthusiastically sniffing the dress shoes and playing with their stiff bulges. The thrill of potentially being caught pushing their horniness even further. They felt like they were going to explode with lust. They needed release. They needed each other. With looks of total horny desperation, they tossed aside the shoes they were sniffing, along with their picked-out suits, and began ferociously making out. They grasped each other's asses and rubbed their tight bulges together, French kissing and moaning like complete perverts. They wanted to fuck so badly, utterly intoxicated with how horny they felt.

Dave and John, too consumed in their lust, didn't notice the tossed-aside dress shoes and suits had vanished from the floor and materialized onto their bodies, replacing their clothes. They stuffed their hands into each other's pants and stroked one another's throbbing cocks, oblivious to the fact that their clothes had magically changed. Their brains felt like mush, blissfully unaware that their messy hair had magically slicked back to quaffed perfection.

They staggered into a nearby fitting room, unable to stop French kissing and jerking one another off. They needed to fuck, desperate for it. However, catching a glimpse of their reflections in the big, lit-up mirror quickly broke their lustful concentration. Finally, they realized their clothes and hair styling had changed entirely. They gave their reflection and then each other a bewildering look up and down, utterly slack-jawed.

Instantly, as if by divine force, they felt their bodies ignite with an overpowering need to cream their dress pants. Without giving it a second thought, they dry-humped each other, and French kissed even more ferociously than before. It didn't matter that nothing made sense; they were too dumb and horny to care. Besides, it wouldn't matter if they cared or wanted to stop, for the store wouldn't allow it. The store had its hooks in them too deeply, and there was nothing to do but give in entirely.

With ferocious, manly roars, they blasted their hot, sticky loads into their dress pants. However, they didn't just empty their balls but their minds, ejaculating their free will and way of life. For they now belonged to the store, freshly purchased.

Dave and John, or Davey and Jonathan as they both like to go by now, never did end up attending the wedding. Neither did they ever see their family and friends ever again. As the proud owners of the brand-new suit store, they need to give all their time and attention to their beloved business. Gone are the days of lounging about watching mindless sports and playing senseless video games, but instead, putting all their blood, sweat, and tears into their store and no longer wearing plain T-shirts and jeans but rather flashy dress suits. Their hair is now always slicked back to quaffed perfection, never messy like before. Goodbye, worn-out old sneakers and flip-flops. Hello, perfectly polished dress shoes and leather boots. For now, they were perfect, never to want anything the store didn't see fit.

They're looking to hire, by the way. Any takers ;)

Plant Sitting

Giovanni was baffled at the exorbitant amount his dilfy next-door neighbor, Dane, had offered him to plant sit for the night. That is until he saw the singular plant, an abnormally giant Venus flytrap, the biggest he'd ever encountered. With further surprise, Dane told him the Venus fly trap mainly lived off human fluids, primarily saliva. It intimidated him, the massive scale of the carnivorous plant, but he couldn't turn down getting paid the equivalent of one year's rent.

The first hour. Giovanni spat on the mouth like leaves of the Venus flytrap, amazed at how it seemed to swallow it like a human. After which, he explored the apartment, admiring the fine decor. Walking down the hall into the bedroom, he pondered how odd Dane had behaved earlier; he was robotic, almost alien-like. Giovanni then entered the walk-in bedroom closet, dazzled by many exquisitely tailored suits. He ran his fingers over them, elated by the feel of expensive fabrics. Strangely, one of the suits was coated in a sticky green substance.

The second hour. Giovanni fed the Venus flytrap his saliva again, perplexed at how bigger it had gotten, almost twice in size. The stem of the plant was particularly alarming. It was swollen, slightly pulsating. He decided to explore the apartment further to take his mind off the weirdness. He opened Dane's dresser drawer, amazed to find a collection of expensive cologne. He sprayed one, captivated by the luxurious scent. Again, he found the same sticky green substance on a few bottles.

The third and final hour. The Venus flytrap had grown significantly more, freaking Giovanni out. It was huge, almost his exact size in scale. The stem was engorged and pulsating like a heartbeat. He didn't want to go near it but remembered the sizeable pay and reluctantly fed it his spit for the final time.

Shortly after, Dane finally returned. "Thank god you're back! Look at the size of this thing!" Giovanni frantically pointed to the gigantic pulsating plant. Dane only smirked, pleased with the size. He walked up to it and ran his hand over the stem like an expecting father would over his pregnant wife's belly. The Venus flytrap pulsated harder, the stem seemingly pushing something up to its leaves. A large hole opened at the center of its leaves, pushing something out. Giovanni was horrified, realizing the plant was pushing out a fully grown, naked human male. The freshly birthed man oozed onto the floor, covered in green goo, the same goo as on the suit and bottles of cologne Giovanni had come across earlier. Giovanni's repulsion heightened when he shockingly realized the human male looked exactly like him, minus the tattoos and piercings. "What the fuck?!" Giovanni was too distracted by the unworldly plant birth to notice Dane walk menacingly over to him.

"Mind your language, boy!" Giovanni unexpectedly heard Dane rebuke from behind him. As Giovanni turned around, horrified, Dane pushed him hard, forcing him into the plant's hungry open mouth.

Within seconds, Giovanni was gobbled up, in one single delicious bite. His screams could be heard transcending down the stem of the plant, trying with all his might to escape. However, when he made it to the bottom, all that could be heard was deafening silence. It was over. Giovanni was gone. But the new and improved Giovanni was here to stay. The new Giovanni, birthed only moments ago, awkwardly stood up, the goo covering his body splatting to the floor as he caught his balance. A slight breeze across his naked wet body made him ache in sexual distress. He gazed at Dane, like a sheep in desperate need of his shepherd.

"Come boy." Dane put his hand out, whimsically grinning like a new father. And the new Giovanni did just that, his cock hardening as he took Dane's firm hand. They walked off to the shower, Dane giving Giovanni's goo-covered ass a nice feel and smack as they closed the bathroom door behind them.

For the next few hours, Dane's apartment was filled with the heavenly sounds of sucking and fucking. Dane and the new Giovanni explored each other thoroughly, not missing a single spot with their hands or tongues. They fucked from the shower to the bed, not missing a single beat. By daybreak, after getting not much sleep, they awoke in each other's arms, ready to begin their new lives as master and slave, or in Dane's eyes, proper lovers. Dane ordered Giovanni to get up, bathe, and get dressed, which he did with a loving smile.

Dane lay in their bed with his arms smugly behind his head, watching Giovanni use some of the Venus flytrap goo lying about as hair gel. Giovanni's concentration couldn't be broken, hell-bent on perfection. Every single hair needed to be in its rightful place, for his loving master.

As if you stood a chance, biker boy. You really thought he was gonna give you that vasectomy you wanted? Such a silly boy, indeed.

What you truly need, is a life of rigid tradition. No more partying. No more profanity. No more meaningless one-night stands. Conformity is what you need, it's what all good boys want and you're a good boy, right? Of course, you are! Such a good, good boy. Good boys aren't rebels. They're conformists, rigid conformists. Good boys don't party and sleep around, they find the perfect good girl to settle down with. That means only girls from now on, out with the bi and in with the straight. A straight life is a perfect life, it's what all good boys are and you're a good boy, right? Of course you are, straight boy. You're such a good boy. A very, very good boy.

I'm your average girly girl of a cheerleader who hears the football team complain how hard they have it compared to us cheerleaders. Can you make me one of them so I can show them how easy they have it?

Easy as Pie

Jocks have a lot of nerve to complain about their so-called struggles. They have it so much easier than us cheerleaders! I've gotten more praise from throwing around a filthy pig skin in my first few days of being a jock than my entire cheerleading career. Everyone looks at you like a god, the absolute peek of masculine performance! It's so wild having everyone suddenly respect you! I've never felt like such a man, a real man!

I have to confess, it's been a little addicting.

I initially took a jockification potion that only lasted three days, but I'm on my third week. I just can't help myself. Jocks just have it so easy! I'm running out of time, though. In my haste to keep my jock life going, I accidentally took a potion that keeps my transformation permanent if I cum before the timer runs out, which is tonight. It should be an easy thing to avoid, but when you're a jock with raging testosterone, sex is all you think about. I can't keep my lustful eyes off the cheerleaders, and I don't mean the male ones.

I guess that's one thing I forgot to mention, these positions fuck with your sexuality! Like, a lot!

Suddenly being into the opposite sex was a hard pill to swallow at first, but fuck have I gotten used to it. I've jerked off to straight porn every night and have even gotten sucked off a few times by the sluttiest girl on the cheerleading team, who happens to be my old fag hag! I gotta admit, she's got a great mouth on her! Better than any guy I've had. Fuck… just fantasizing about what that pierced tongue of hers can do is getting me hard… she does live across the street… one little peek out my window into hers wouldn't be so… oh fuck!! She's naked!!! Did she just get out of the shower? Fuck, she did! Oh my god, that fucking body of hers! Those tits! That pussy! That fucking ass! …Where's my damn phone! I need her now!!!

Spoiled Brats Get What They Deserve

There's nothing more insufferable than rich boys, pretty ones at that. Everything is handed to them on a silver platter, all thanks to Daddy's credit card. Their lives equate to nothing more than looking good, all with a repulsing self-indulgent grin.

They always get what they want… so why not switch things up and give them what they deserve.

Starting with him, Carmine. Just look at this pompous jackass. Lounging on Daddy's expensive yacht and sipping on Daddy's expensive imported tea without a care. Zero hardship. Zero stress.

Let's ruin the spoiled brat, shall we?

How about... being kidnapped in the middle of the night and shipped off to BootCamp!

That should do just the trick, don't you agree?

Just imagine the grave look on Carmine's pretty face when he discovers all the rigorous chores and workouts he must do to earn his freedom back. Long grueling days and nights of exhausting hard work, sweating like a beast and even smelling like one. Showers are hardly rewarded. The stink makes the man, after all. He'll end up putting on 20… no, 30… no, 50! Yes, 50 pounds of manly muscle! Forcefully bulked up to 280lbs!

Glorious, just look at Carmine now! Left on Daddy's doorstep in utter defeat! Naturally, his brain had to shrink to the size of a peanut to make room for all that masculine muscle! Dumb as a brick and swole as a god, indistinguishable from his Daddy's handymen—that he so often made fun of. The BootCamp even branded him with a tat, something they do to all their victims... I mean, guests.

Perfect. Simply, perfect.