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Justin opened the text message from his friend. ‘Try out this new app,’ the text message read. He opened the link and figured it was some sort of game. Clicking on the app instantly opened it.

‘Type what you’d like to change,’ the text box read.

“Hmm…” Justin thought about it for a second. His fingers went straight to typing, “I’m a big jock type guy. Love working out above all else. Guys at the gym can’t help but look at my awesome physique. Can’t get enough of working out and being a big dumb jock boy.” He hit the enter button. Instantly he was transported to the gym. His muscles ballooned out with new power. The small pipsqueak frame replaced with masculine tough guy. His entire body was oversized. Each muscle looked huge even when he wasn’t showing off.

“Fuck yeah,” he bellowed flexing his powerful muscles. “It fuckin werked.” The guys in the gym took notice but went back to their own sets. Justin smirked as he saw their eyes slowly drift back to his hot body. He was a real distraction. Looking back down at the screen he thought about what else he’d want to change. “Add a fuckin hot chick to be my lady. Yeah.” But staring at his phone he realized he didn’t know how the program worked. Everything about it looked so strange.

“Hows this thing werk?” he asked himself. “Damnit. Can’t think. Wanna work out.” A small part of him was starting to get nervous. The small part that remembered who he used to be but it was slowly fading away to the new jock boy personality. He instantly started texting his friend back.

‘Yo U gotta change me back 2 big 2 dumb can’t think straight’ he hit send.

His phone vibrated. ‘Dude what are you talking about? You’ve always been big and dumb.  You’ve got to make the changes you want.’

“Fuck,” Justin cursed. He reopened the app trying to figure out what he wanted to type. But his mind went back to the previous night with Olivia. Fuck she was hot. Knew all the right fuckin moves that made him feel like a fuckin giant. “Damnit,” his eyes refocused thinking about what he had to do. He had to get smart again.

“You,” he pointed at a little guy sitting on one of the machines not really working out. The guy had clearly just chosen the machine to get a better view of Justin. He pointed to himself in a nervous way. “Yeah you. Yer smart right?” Justin placed his large imposing body over the guy so he couldn’t get away.

He nodded. “I guess so…”

“Good. I need your help. See I ain’t supposed to be this jock. I’m supposed to be smart like you but I got this app that changed everything so you need to fix it.” The guy just stared. “Look man, I ain’t crazy. Just stupid.”

“Ok,” the guy laughed. “Show your phone.”

Justin pulled out his phone and gave it to the guy. “So all I remember is that thing changes things.”

“Well it looks like if I type something it’ll change reality. So…” he started typing away. Justin was starting to get antsy. This was his only hope. But obviously Kent knew what he was doing. He’d been looking out for Justin for a while now. And all Justin had to do was give up his ass whenever Kent was horny. Sure it was almost every day but Justin didn’t mind. Really kind of enjoyed it. He just didn’t want Kent to know because his boyfriend liked to pretend that Justin was a big straight jock. “Feel any different?”

“Huh?” Justin asked in his stupid confused manor. “About what?” Kent seemed to think that was the funniest thing he’d heard all day. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing you’d understand,” he finished laughing. “But you’ve got a big workout ahead of you today. Get your sexy ass to work.” Kent gave his ass a nice firm slap sending him to work.

Instantly Justin went back to his training. He looked at his boyfriend confused. Something seemed off. “Can I have my phone back?”

“Sure thing big guy,” he handed the phone back to Justin. Kent leaned his body against the muscle giant and gave him a kiss, “Just remember the only thing that’s used for is for selfies and phone calls. Nothing else.”

“Uh-huh,” Justin nodded but he didn’t know what else a phone like this was used for. That’s why he was so happy to have someone smart like Kent around to use it for him.

Cumming Into His World

While most people his age were out spending their Friday night having a blast getting drunk at some tailgate party, Richie Garcia was doing none of the sort. Due to having such a busy schedule as a bioengineering major, the 19-year-old Latino man had neglected to reach out and make plans with any of his friends. Although he was understandably annoyed to watch his friends go out without him, he couldn’t deny that he honestly felt no desire to leave his dorm room. So, attempting to relax while ignoring the fact that all of his final assignments were beginning to stack up, Richie opted to spend the entire evening wrapped up in his bed while snuggling up with his laptop. For hours, he did a marathon of several shitty streaming shows to just turn his brain off and watch the basic premises that required very little of his attention span.

But just as Richie watched the main cop on one of these shows begin to reveal his feelings to his gorgeous partner, a ding of an email notification caused Richie to pause the program and shift over to his open email tab. Given the late hours of the night, Richie couldn’t help but be curious about seeing what had popped into his inbox. As he read the subject line “William Seed Has Sent You A Private Message” though, Richie was understandably excited by the concept of being messaged by one of his favorite porn stars. So given his franticness to read the message, the man wasted no time clicking the hyperlink to pull up William’s OnlyFans page. For years, the tattooed hunk had been the apple of Richie’s lustful eye as he not only was buff as fuck, but he had an attractive face and an even hotter cock! Despite having an incredibly low salary as a part-time student worker, the twinky 19-year-old wasn’t afraid of shelling out the $20 a month price tag for the stud’s OnlyFans page.

Given how many years he had been submitted to the man’s OnlyFans, Richie was quite relieved to see just how consistent the updates to William’s page were. With a plethora of nude images and kinky sex videos available for instantaneous viewing, it was safe to say that Richie was always well-off in terms of wanking material! As the webpage continued to load, Richie couldn’t help but grow more and more excited about what the message from William would include. Hell, just the thoughts running through his head were enough to get him firming up immediately and smirking as he imagined anything from nude photographs to the (most likely impossible) scenario of William declaring his love for the nerdy student and asking when and where they could meet.

As the page finally opened and Richie read the message thoroughly multiple times, these thoughts only flew into overdrive. William’s message was short and sweet, yet still entirely erotic while remaining quite cheeky in terms of tone: “wanna cum into my world? click here to get a better look! ;)” Although just the message on its own was hot, the addition of the hunk’s nude body while lying in a leather chair was enough to send the adorable and sweet student into a horny frenzy. Without even thinking about it, the man clicked on the link and prepared for some sort of porn video to suddenly begin playing. He didn’t give a shit if it was some sort of VR scenario or POV porn, Richie was just desperate for anything to appear on his screen.

But as Richie continued to stare at the computer screen, the man’s eyes began to turn against him as they began to quickly slump and close completely before sending the student into a deep state of unconsciousness as his head fell back against his pillows. While it only lasted for seconds, the sudden shift into unconsciousness rightfully alarmed the man to the point where he gasped and sat up to a seated position as soon as his eyes were allowed to part once more. But as he sat up and looked around his room, Richie instantly realized that he was no longer in his bedroom.

Instead of his small dorm room adorned with superhero, horror movie, and music memorabilia, he was now in a plain and simple room that lacked much personality besides some standard mass-produced paintings hanging off of stark white walls. While he writhed around in bed while trying to figure out what the hell was happening to him, Richie was immediately able to recognize that even his sheets felt different. Now, the sheets had a smoother sensation to them rather than the simple cotton and starchy sensation of his old sheets. As he peeled back the sheets to get up and try to have a better understanding of what’s going on, Richie audibly gasped in shock as he took in the sight of the thick cock springing to life and proudly standing straight up into the air. It clearly wasn’t his cock given its lighter complexion, but it was definitely one that he could instantly recognize…  It was William Seed’s!

Immediately, Richie jumped to his feet in awe while his vision finally moved beyond William’s infamous cock and he began to stare in awe at the rest of his body. Searching desperately for a mirror, Richie walked around with shifting eyes until he eventually stumbled upon a full-length mirror positioned in the entryway of the apartment he now found himself in. Looking down in disbelief, Richie’s thoughts were confirmed as he watched William’s gorgeous body reflected back at him. His well-trimmed facial hair was impressive, especially when tied with his impressive facial structure that had him looking like a real-life manifestation of the hunkiest version of a Greek warrior statue.

While his gorgeous face was enough to get Richie’s new cock at peak hardness, the way his tattooed hands explored the rest of his body certainly didn’t help him maintain control over his thirst levels. It was incredible to not only feel up William’s hunky body but be the one in control of it too! Richie wasn’t the biggest fan of tattoos, but the way that William made them work to help add to his badass himbo image was making him a believer. Flipping his arms to the side to stare at all of the gorgeous ink that ran up his limbs, Richie’s focus soon began to shift towards squeezing more of his body to feel the man’s muscle definition.

Clearly eager to explore every inch of his body, Richie continued to spin around in the mirror while admiring the incredible new physique he possessed for some inexplicable reason. Lifting his arms up, the man smirked into the mirror while he flexed and watched the thick ball of muscle tighten and bulge out in such an erotic way. Hell, the way those tattoos shifted and warped with that bulging was hot as fuck to witness as well. As his hands moved further down his torso, Richie felt like a slight creep for enjoying every inch of William’s body like this. But as he cupped his pecs and felt the tight muscle be perfectly cupped into his broad hands, those thoughts quickly flew out of his mind. He wasn’t sure how this was happening, but he certainly wasn’t going to look a metaphorical gift horse in the mouth!

With his fingers trembling as he moved further down his torso, Richie was understandably in awe as they rippled along the trail of his abdominals and felt the toned yet not overly defined muscles. Although this kind of defied his fantasies about William’s body, he was nonetheless still enjoying himself while in William’s body. As he moved each leg out and tensed the muscle, he was quite impressed by the intense bulging that also occurred in the man’s beefy thighs. With legs like these, Richie was sure that the man was a beast at an elliptical and strong enough to keep any man stuck taking care of his engorged manhood.

Although Richie was clearly excited and desperate to explore more of the body of one of his biggest crushes, there was still a part of him that was unwilling to fully embrace it until he figured out the reason for the apparent body swap. Luckily, as he looked around the room for some sort of sign, Richie’s eyes quickly picked up a folded-up note resting on the bedside table next to where he woke up. With haste, he walked over to the table and grasped onto the note, but on the way there, he smirked to himself as he picked up on a strange sensation between his legs. Looking down, he watched in both awe and intense lust as his thicker and longer manhood bounced wildly with each step he took. While he certainly wasn’t underperforming in that department prior to getting William’s body, Richie was still quite excited to see the new and enhanced cock continuing to bob and sway until he reached the table and sat onto the edge of the bed. As he grabbed onto the note, Richie quickly began to read the message out loud.

Dear Richie,

Welcome to Quebec and thanks for your continued support of my OnlyFans! I’ve been quite busy lately with a shit-ton of hectic porn shoots and OnlyFans content, so as a result, I decided that I needed a bit of vacation. While I was eager to get away, there were events already planned out in advance that there was no way for me to get out of. As a result, I began to look through my paid subscribers and reward one of the most supportive fans (you). So congratulations, you’ve become me for the next month!

Now I’m sure you have many questions, but let me just try to answer as many questions as fast as possible. Firstly, yes, magic exists and I used it. To make a long story short, I helped some old lady carry in her groceries and she offered me three magical wishes in return for my “kindness” (even though I was really just there to hook up with her hunky college-aged grandson). 

But anyways, we will swap bodies for an entire month to allow me to properly relax and you to get the full experience as William Seed. Now, I’m sure you don’t have the high libido and insatiable lust on your mind 24/7 like I do, but don’t you worry. One aspect of the wish made it so you’ll gain all of the necessary personality changes and information to properly execute my career (the same will happen to me, so don’t worry about me torpedoing your life and turning you into a horny thot ;) ). In fact, by the time you’re reading this, those changes should already be occurring!

Given that I don’t have much time left before you click the link, I just wanted to say thank you once again for helping me out. I hope being me is everything you could ever dream of. Talk to you soon!

Sincerely,

The Former William Seed

Dropping the note to the floor, Richie was understandably still confused and shocked as to what was going on. Not only was he in the body of William Seed, but the hunky porn star had actually willingly given up his body and picked the Latino student to be the recipient of what Richie viewed as the greatest gift ever! While that in and of itself was incredible, the concept of gaining mental changes was not. In fact, while it was somewhat intriguing to the man, it mostly left him feeling quite terrified. As he looked up to the ceiling while continuing to try to grasp the situation he now found himself in, there were a few questions running rampant in his head: Would he lose aspects of his original personality? Would William’s persona merge with his own? What would happen once he was filming content as William for his OnlyFans? 

Although these were all valid and important questions, Richie’s mind quickly ran off the rails as he began to think further about that last question. However, instead of his normal anxieties about being in the lens of a camera, he soon found himself growing more and more excited about the concept. Not only that, but he was quickly finding himself incredibly horny while thinking about plowing some petite twink and making him worship every inch of his well-sculpted body! As those thoughts continued, the somewhat reserved student finally began to realize that those personality aspects of William Seed were already merging with his own identity to turn him into a fascinating hybrid of two starkly different personas. In fact, the more that he thought about it, the more his knowledge was shifting away from grammar rules and film techniques to interesting sexual positions and the best way to perform and emote heightened expressions for the camera. 

Speaking of the camera, these new personality aspects also brought forth brand new information to the new hunk: there was a porn shoot occurring within the next hour! While the real Richie would be frantically rushing around to be ready on time, the new Richie was doing none of the sort. Instead, the man was moving with a strut-like gait that worked perfectly with the cocky smirk on his face. The reserved man was quickly blossoming into a full-blown narcissistic hunk, but who could blame him when he was in the body of an absolute sex god!? 

So, as he finally walked into the bathroom to get ready and tidy himself up for the impending shoot, the reflection of the mirror had an obvious effect of making the man’s thick new cock throb. Stifling a moan, which now resembled something closer to a grunt, the man wrapped his meaty and callused hand (which Richie quickly learned was due to the hunk’s intense gym regimen) around his impressive shaft and playfully slid his dry hand up and down along it. All while this was going on, Richie’s attention was completely transfixed by his reflection as he began to turn into the most stereotypical narcissistic jock. Lifting his right arm up and flexing to show off his bulging biceps and sick tats, the man devilishly winked at his own reflection and felt his body pulsating in pure lust. With feelings like this, there was only one thing on his mind: he needed to fuck someone and fast!

Omega to Alpha

"What's up, kids? Your God, Master James here. Just got back from playing ball with a few of the boys, worked up quite a sweat. What do you think, slaves? Have you all been good to your God lately?" James flexed his guns, sweat still dripping from his bushy pits. He smirked at the camera, kissing his bicep to the raucous barrage of hearts and eggplants fluttering up his screen. He'd started with only a few followers on Twitter, mostly guys who thirst followed a few of his traps. That humble little gaggle of gays grew exponentially in just a few months, and it wasn't long until he'd had boys begging for his sweaty jockstrap after his basketball matches, or a pair of weeks-worn gym socks. Not only were they begging, they were willing to pay out.

Into his mind popped a brilliant little idea to make some side cash. He was just finishing college, was gonna start some menial sales job that probably wouldn't end up paying much... why not capitalize on the idea. Custom videos, to private chats, to livestreaming... A year later; dominating his drooling minions was his full time career.

Little bells rang through the room, as his tributes began to pour in. One by one, each begging for him to pull off his favorite pair of basketball shoes; bought by a particularly doting gentleman from Oregon. He smirked as he waved his finger to the audience.

"Nuh uh. A fresh, ripe, sweaty smell like this needs to be appreciated. That's why my favorite boy is gonna come help me with these, isn't that right?" He panned his camera down toward the floor, revealing a rather angelic young man clothed in shining latex, arms bound tightly behind his back. He looked up at his master with deep desire and thirst. Looking deep into his eyes, James winked at his cuckold, knowing full well how his constant teasing drove the kid wild. "Yeah, that's right, boy. C'mere."

The sub, who for now we'll call Ken, crawled across the floor over crusted cumsocks and used condoms and kneeling before his benevolent master. He'd always wanted to be dominated, and when James gave him the opportunity to live it; really live that fantasy, it felt only natural for him submit. For James was a different kind of dom. He wasn't one of the demeaning asshats who would bully and destroy his slaves, nor was he a lazy cashmaster whose boredom and apathy showed in every video. James was like the proud owner of a pet. If Ken misbehaved, he was locked in the cage, a chastity cage making him a eunic for a day or two. If he impressed, he was rewarded handsomely. He wanted so badly to please him, to have his appreciation in it's own twisted way, because each win was the soul candy of having earned it.

"That's my boy." He reached over and began to unbind his pet, being sure to bury Ken's face into his salty pits along the way. The computer pinged wildly as tributes kept pouring in, $5 to $500 each time. His wrists unbound, Ken grabbed at his master's wet chest, wrapping his arms around James' rippled torso. "Did I say yet, kid?" James pushed his sub to the ground once again on all fours. He casually grabbed the camera and placed it on the floor. Making sure to get the frame right, he plopped his feet right in front of the shot. "Go ahead, kid."

Ken salivated as he slowly pulled the shoestrings, feeling the heat radiating from within the sneaker's leather confines. Carefully and with precision, he pulled off the shoe. A wave of musky humidity washed over him, the sweat-soaked black socks poured sweet manna from heaven into his nose. It was so sweet, so sour, bottled and brewed with care and testosterone. The shower of pinging from the computer, mixed with the lavish strokes of his sub's velvety tongue on the slick soles of his socks had James smiling radiantly from atop his perch.

The session continued successfully, every minute of Ken's absolute devoted worshipping caught on camera to rave response. Money piled in, as it did every show, even a gifted pair of fresh AF1's added to the mix. After a monsoon of climaxes from both sides of the screen, the two eventually began their standard outro. James slid his cum-soaked sneakers back on and brought the camera back to it's tripod.

"I know you liked it, kids. Looks like he did too. Send in those tributes, and subscribe. That's an order." He smirked, and turned to Ken knowingly. "There is one more thing, too." James snapped his fingers and Ken knelt astute beside him. He patted his pet on the side of his head, ruffling the clean cut brown hair. "I've decided to give my favorite boy here a gift. The lil' guy has earned it, and besides. I'm thinking into the near future." He grasped the sub's hair, now completely off script, and pulled him to his feet."I'm gonna show you guys what happens when you're good to me. And you're gonna help me."

Ken's lean, twinkish frame stood before the adonis, in distinct sharp contrast. The mere difference in size alone was remarkable and indicative of the current dynamic. James' mischievous smile beamed down, as his basketball shorts plummeted to the ground. The sub began to shake in anticipation, he'd only ever pleasured his master's cock when the cameras were off, but it mattered not to Ken. He was so enveloped in the love, the domination, he would do absolutely anything for his master. James pulled the black compression shorts down slowly revealing his thick bush. From the forest snaked out his uncut serpent; thick, veiny, and pungent. James' egg sized balls hung low, with beadlets of shimmering sweat sparkling amongst the hairs. Ken looked down at the massive cock, awestruck while James gently stroked.

"Give it here, boy." James cupped Ken's throbbing dick, aching from the cup of semen expended over the past two hours. He gasped, his master's gruff touch took his breath away, as his master stroked their members in tandem. James stared intently at his pet with unwavering command, letting his slick, salty head be seen just long enough for him to dock Ken's cock into his foreskin. The computer was screaming in constant pings, the audience clearly enjoying themselves.

"Open up." James directed, as he thrust forward. Ken felt their heads intertwined in the slimy confines of his foreskin. It stretched right and left as they danced around. Ken huffed, doing everything not to blow his load right there, as even his master began to huff in heavy breath. There was a pinch in the cacophony, and Ken was overcome with a sense of penetration. He looked down at his master's huge monster inching into his slit. He cried out in ecstasy with every thrust pulling the cock deeper into his own. It stretched with an elastic quality and sound as James plowed himself into it, reminiscent of a wet, sloppy fleshlight fucking. The two were breathlessly moaning, on the edge of a white waterfall.

"Get ready." James growled before roaring in climax, with a stream of potent seed rushing out of his pulsating dick. To Ken, it started as if he couldn't catch his breath. He could feel every barrage of cum pump into him, one after another as if rivers began to rage into his body. His toes began to tingle, a warm feeling pooling in his soles, before his feet started to widen and grow. Accompanied by the labored breaths of his master, his feet inflated with the warm, sloshing seed. A sharp funk tickled his nose while his legs ballooned outward with a coat of hair springing up along the muscled grooves. He breathed it in deeply, the only air he could take in. Each gasping breath of musk clouded his mind as his muscles progressively engorged.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah, bro." James cooed, smiling with satisfaction at his pet. The world began to spin as Ken's hands and arms were filled; he could feel the slime rising up towards his throat just as his shoulders broadened out. Pressure built and built until finally reached the bottom of his skull. It burst through, flooding his head and mind. Completely filled to the brim, there was no where else to go but up, as the last of the cum flowed into him. His skin creaked and squeaked as it stretched upward and outward until Ken was of equal statue to his master. Finally pulling out of the 11" cock, whatever excess seed unabsorbed flowed out like a draining bathtub.

"That's right boys, look what happens when you submit." Ken opened his eyes, looking down at his now adamantine body, the body of a God just like his master. A confidence long suppressed and hidden within him like a bird from a cage burst forth, and he looked at James from a different dynamic: an equal, a brother, a mate. Inhibitions now long gone, he tossed his sweaty arm around his bro, planting a passionate, aggressive kiss on James' lips. "Say hello to your subs, Master Ken." He plopped down in the chair only ever used by James, bringing his ripe size 15 foot to the camera lens.

He waved with his toes, and winked. He felt as if he could hear the screams of his submissive slaves with every passing moment. The two finally began their sign off.

"Alright kids. Submit your tributes again soon. Subscribe, and...

If you want to really live your nasty fantasy, we have some openings."

He was on track to become top in his firm but the cut throat competition and stress was too much for him so he traded it all away. All for a life of EDM, raves, and mindless muscle. He’s a lot happier now.

Heyy, i have a resquest, hope you like it:

What if a very bad, punk guy from an average college has a really Bad demeanor and is always causing trouble, so he gets transferred to a re-education that supposedly turns you into the perfect preppy boy, where forced by his preppy colleagues he gets his attitude adjusted?

It was Lucas's first time on the Davidson College campus and his first night of an after-hours "attitude adjustment" class. His ratty backpack bounced on his lithe shoulders as he approached the classroom while the other students sneered under their breaths, all heading to their dorms and homes for the evening. Lucas's ratty leather jacket, jeans, and weathered boots couldn't have stood out more harshly against the sea of button-down shirts, sweaters, shorts, chinos, and boat shoes.

Liberal arts was his major, and he was good at it - well, he would have been if he'd put in any academic effort. But to Lucas, papers, essays, and exams were all a power structure to rally against. Four years into a three-year degree, and sick of the disobedience and attitude, his college gave him an ultimatum: leave for good, or take the adjustment course at Davidson, which was a college known in academic circles for its snobby preppiness, but also its eerily successful adjustment program.

Lucas's parents certainly didn't want an unemployed, moody twenty-three-year-old back in their house, and the college was all he had. So the choice was all but made for him. He was to take the class at Davidson and lose the attitude.

Eyes toward his feet, Lucas slinked into the classroom only to run head-first into a cashmere sweater. Lucas looked up at the man who stood a head taller than him and found himself flanked by two other similar-looking students. All three men stood two to three inches taller than the five-ten Lucas, all wore their hair in similar parts, and all wore typical, semi-formal prep clothing. Another three cogs in the machine at the Davidson, Lucas thought to himself.

"You know, I don't exactly want to be here. Get outta my way and the quicker I get out off your snotty campus," Lucas stated plainly.

"Oh we know, Lucas," the middle frat boy snickered.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, how did these nimrods know his name? He also knew that despite his disregard for these types of preppy bros that he wouldn't stand a chance against one of them in a fight, let alone three. "Look, guys, I just gotta do this course, then I'm gone."

"And why do you think we're here?" said the man to Lucas's left.

"We're your instructors," chimed the third of the trio.

"Let's get started," the leader said, grabbing Lucas by the collar and pushing him to the wall. "Alright boys, you know what to do."

Lucas struggled against the large hands pinning him down while one of the others held a clear bottle in front of his face and sprayed it three times.

"Get the fuck off me, asshole!" he screamed, attempting and failing to land a lunch as the preppy jock loosened his grip.

"Not so fucking smart now are you?" the preppy student sneered at the defenseless punk who was coughing from inhaling whatever it was the group had sprayed in his face. Not only did the admittedly pleasant scent hang around in his nose, but it was like it permeated him as a whole.

Lucas fell to his knees, his head spinning. The smell in the air was so... masculine, enough to turn on even the straightest man or puritan prude.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" the main jock chuckled.

"Ah... ach... what did you do to me?" Lucas spluttered, rolling his neck.

The trio of preppy frat boys wasted no time hoisting the incapacitated Lucas into a chair, tying his limp hands at the back and switching on the projector screen at the front of the room.

Lucas coughed, unable to get the scent out of his airway. He struggled against the rope holding him to the chair, watching helplessly as the image of a black and white spiral flashed onto the backdrop ahead.

"You assholes just wait, when I get out of here I'm... gonna... gonna... I..."

All it took was a glimpse for Lucas to become slackjawed and glued to the screen, unable to continue with his useless verbal threat. The preppy men began to take turns making hypnotic commands.

"You want to be a preppy college stud."

"No, please... I don't want to be..." Lucas mumbled, almost drooling as he gazed at the spiral, feeling the mixture of the jocks' words and the substance they'd sprayed him with mingling in his head.

"You want to be like us. You don't wanna do any of that useless liberal arts shit anymore. Finance, law, engineering... real work, take your pick, that's what you wanna do."

"Finance... yeah... just like dad..." Lucas could feel his philosophical smarts draining away, replaced with business savvy and a desire to impress.

"A real prep has to know how to have fun. You wanna party with us, don't you?"

"Yeah... no! No!" Lucas tried to resist, but it was no use. The chemicals and instructions forced open new neural pathways, replacing the old Lucas with a far more extroverted one. "Uh... hell... yeah..."

"Most of all, if you wanna be like us you've gotta look the part, man. You want to look like us. You will look like a preppy frat stud."

It felt like hands were gripping Lucas's body from all directions, pushing, kneading, and tugging. Only seconds later his back cracked loudly. With a long, loud, uninterrupted moan, he arched backward as he began to grow taller. His legs pushed out along the rough carpet and his arms dangled longer at his sides.

To his horror, his jacket and shirt ruffled like they were in a gust of wind, shifting and warping. Lucas shrieked in bliss feeling his rail-thin chest puff outward to fill what was now a button-down shirt while lean abs bubbled to the surface just below.

"No, god... No... what am I... I... I... oooooohhhhhh!"

Another guttural cry echoed off the walls along with a large helping of pre-cum ejecting into Lucas's shifting underwear. His lanky arms pulsated, lean muscles bulging underneath tanning skin towards hands that were popping and jutting out larger across the floor. Sweat ran down his tied arms, dripping off the ends of his twitching, lengthening fingers.

Lucas had almost forgotten that the three preppy studs were still in the room with him, softly pawing at their thick cocks as they watched him become more and more like them.

"Feel good, bro?" one of them whispered, "Doesn't it feel fucking great to become a proper man?"

Lucas could only muster a moan and a nod, too enamored with the bulging muscles growing down his legs and his swelling, perky butt that threatened to ruin his jeans any moment. Those began to change too though, the denim becoming softer, looser, and better fitting shorts that hugged his new bubble butt.

"No, n-, n-, n-..." Lucas murmured in the death throes of his resistance as the changes progressed and took hold of his cock.

With his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open and looking up at the handsome figures towering above, Lucas felt his hard cock stir dramatically in what was now an expensive pair of underwear

"AUUUGH! Fuck yeah!"

His face and head throbbed, his jaw tightening while his cock pulsed heavier and thicker, pre-cum flowing like a fountain against his muscular thigh. Like his cock, the toes in his boots stretched longer, striking the ends of the footwear. The pressure suddenly dropped, however, when the boots themselves shifted in shape and size, becoming a fresh pair of large, size twelve boat shoes. Large soles and long, bony toes tore through the remains of his socks, inching forward to fill the jockish footwear.

At the same time, his cock was running out of room in his pants while at the same time his skull felt like it was being squeezed as it took on a squarer shape. Lucas groaned for mercy through gritted teeth that were becoming straighter and whiter. His nose shrunk cuter, while brown eyes become a striking blue. The messy black hair he'd long worn lightened in tone, combing over neat and handsome.

Before that fateful night, Lucas would have had much to say on how he shrugged off the "shackles" of beauty standards and masculinity. But now... now he knew he was beautiful, he could feel it. The lean, slim muscles and his large, swelling cock oozed masculinity, and he loved it.

The transformed Lucas sat there smiling dumbly, moaning, almost drooling as he thrust his bulging crotch upward.

The three other preppy jocks examined the now lean, handsome man head to toe and gave each other smirks of approval, and switched off the projector.

Lucas' eyes fluttered as he left the spiral's trance and the last of the catalytic chemicals in his body were used up. His balls swelled and tensed up, ready to launch their load.

"Man, I'm gonna... gonna..." Lucas growled, breaking free of his restraints and desperately fishing his cock out of his chino shorts before it launched rope upon rope of thick cum halfway across the room.

"Lucas, welcome to Davidson," the main jock chuckled, slapping the newly inducted preppy stud on the back.

"Heh, thanks, man," Lucas panted, "Call me Luke, by the way."

"Alright Luke, if you wanna put that trouser snake of yours away, Daniel here will show you where your dorm is."

Luke barely realized his long, soft cock was still out in the open. He hurriedly stuffed it back into his shorts before following his fellow prep bros to his new campus dorm.