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Rightfully Mine

Jake Webster had been the most popular jock throughout middle school, entering high school he’d been ready to take that over too, rule the school as you might say. Until he was hit by a bus that very morning of his freshman year.

The school didn’t even mourn him really cause they didn’t know him. A few of his friends did but they quickly moved on.

Tristan Moore was the nerd of middle school, braces, glasses, bad acne. But a transformation over the summer; contact lenses, braces off, clearer skin and a growth spurt, a whopping 6’3 made him go from nerd to hunk. He quickly became the school’s IT boy, growing in muscle mass too over the next few years and claiming football captain. By senior year he was the top candidate for Prom King, him and his boyfriend Tyler Grove.

But not everyone was happy about this physical transformation, oh no, Jake Webster who was now entering his fourth year of being a ghost was beside himself at this point. Tristan was his total obsession by this point, he followed him home, to school, anywhere he could really. An overwhelming presence, a dark aura around the other.

“That fucking nerd! Who does he think he is?! Stealing my life, my friends, my boy- I didn’t even get the chance to come out! I am sick of this fucking guy!”

Flying down, he landed gracefully on the floor of Tristan’s bedroom, the jock was currently reading a letter that had been delivered half an hour ago. A warm smile spread across the male’s face, excitement lighting up his eyes, Jake leaned closer to read the contents of said letter.

“A Scholar- Full ride in sports. That’s IT!” He roared, lunging for Tristan, he intended to kill him, forgetting for a moment that he was merely vapour, but as his fist aimed true at Tristan’s back, Tristan moved a little, Jake’s entire right arm, slid into Tristan’s, Jake felt numb for a moment until he felt the breeze on Tristan’s right arm.

Tristan frowned “I can’t feel my arm? Must have worked out a little too hard this morning.” He shrugged a little with a low chuckle, his deep voice echoed throughout the bedroom. Jake’s eyes lit up as he flexed the right arm, the bicep bulged, muscle swole, veins popping, he clenched Tristan’s fist.

A low groan rippled from Jake’s ghostly throat, eyes narrowing “You wanted this life nerd. Wanted to be a jock, yeah? Let me show you what it takes to be a real fucking alpha jock.”

Wasting no time, he plunged into the other arm, pulling Tristan towards him as he inserted his legs into the tree trunk thighs on display, his small feet sliding into Tristan’s size 14’s.

After a few minutes, Jake had completely overwhelmed Tristan’s body, the only thing left to be taken was his face, his brain.

Tristan’s eyes were wide as his entire body seemed to be out of his control, he tried to move but he couldn’t.

“W-What is happening to M-ARGHH!” He cried out in pain, Jake had forced his ectoplasmic face into the back of Tristan’s head, entering his brain. New memories began to surge as the two men merged, Jake overwhelmed Tristan completely. His eyes which had been rolling into the back of his head due to the intrusion, snapped back into place, narrowing as they took in the room.

Inhaling sharply Tristan let a roar of ecstasy

“FUCKKKKK!”

A low grunt escaped the jocks throat, baring his teeth together as he took a step forward towards the full length mirror, his new reflection glared back at him.

“Thanks for the upgrade nerd. That was glorious.” He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight gym shorts which fit snugly around his large muscular frame, leaving no room to the imagination about the size of the bulge lingering beneath them.

“BRUH.” He growled, flexing his arms, letting out another alpha-like roar, his biceps swelled like watermelons as he flexed.

He dropped the shorts, a large hand gripping the base of his new meat and he watched hungrily as it grew.

“Who’s your Daddy subs?” His eyes lit up as his cock stopped growing, now thick in length and long. “I am.”

“Time to cause some damage… Tristan Moore.”

Biting down on his lower lip, his pecs bounced, hand jerking his cock till he came with another roar.

“WORSHIP ME!”

───★

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬.

𓇼 finnick odair who snorts with tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes when he laughs too hard. when you two share jokes and bring up funny moments you had together.

𖦹 finnick odair who loves flustering you with pickup lines and snarky comments, but covers his face with the palms of his hands when you get him back. behind those hands is a pretty, dimpled smile and blushed cheeks that scream 'i love you.'

𓇼 finnick odair who finds comfort in holding your hand. tracing little shapes on your knuckles with his calloused yet soft fingertips.

𖦹 finnick odair who bought you a surfboard that matches with his for your birthday. he customized it to fit you, with little drawings of pearls and sea stars that remind him of you along it. when not in use, it's on full display in your shared bedroom as your prized possession.

𓇼 finnick odair who loves play fighting with you. who lets you jump on him, giggling, and every now and then knock him down. who lets you straddle over him and playfully punch his shoulder. it makes him happy to see you having fun, not to mention he has fun too, laughing and manhandling you off of him.

𖦹 finnick odair who always wants you there with him when he's taking a bath or shower. he finds comfort in water itself, so it's only fitting that he gets to have his pretty girl with him. he always finds a way to make it fun when you two bathe, sitting on opposite ends of the tub and shaping little creatures out of the bubbles.

𓇼 finnick odair who can't even pretend he doesn't like it when you wear his clothes. it makes his heart swoop when he sees you walking around in one of his tee-shirts, especially when in public.

𖦹 finnick odair who randomly picks you up to kiss your lips whenever he wants. you two could be in a meeting in thirteen and he'll wrap your legs around his waist to get as much of your lips as he wants. it causes glares from haymitch and coin, but does he really care if you're right there with him?

𓇼 finnick odair who will always be there to be a shoulder to cry on. more than that, even. he'll comfort you until the end of time. finnick will always and forever be there to support you, help you after your nightmares, to kiss your forehead with passion and wrap has arms around your shaking body, acting as a shield from whatever horrors were brought by the capitol.

───★

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finnick giving you oral to ease your nerves ; mdni

you haven’t stopped tossing and turning in your shared bed with your boyfriend since you got into the bed with him. you’re unaware of the time, too focused on your anxious thoughts to even consider the lack of sleep that will affect your performance in the arena tomorrow. the two of you are getting sent back into the hell that the capitol calls a game, even though you already won and thought it was all over.

you immediately stop moving around when your boyfriend wakes from his peaceful slumber, wondering what’s on your mind. he’s quick to listen to your troubles, then realizing how he can help you.

“let me make you feel better.” he says.

you immediately know what he’s referring too. usually, when you’re upset, he knows just how to comfort you. he knows exactly how to make you melt with his touch, too busy seeing stars that you don’t even remember what you were stressed about.

you nod, “yeah.” moving over, you’re now lying down on your back.

finnick’s quick to push the covers off of you as he climbs in between your legs, gently spreading them apart. he looks up at you as he pulls your panties off of you, tossing them to the side. “promise to help you out, ‘kay?” he slowly kisses up your thighs, pausing just as he reaches you cunt. he hovers over it and you can feel him breathing on you. “it’s all going to be okay, im here.”

you toss your head back as he finally puts his tongue on your clit, swirling his tongue around in a circular motion, picking up the pace as each second passes. you reach your arms above your head, gripping at the fabric covering the pillow, low moans escaping your lips as he licks at your soaking pussy.

finnick looks up at you while continuing to tease your clit, opting to stop licking at it and change his actions, now sucking at it. your back arches as you bask in the pleasure, a knot building up in your stomach. the sounds of your moans and his lips making contact with the juices he coaxes out of you fill up the previous silence of the room.

“i’m so close.” you gasp, moving your hands down and raking them through his soft hair, guiding him as he eagerly devours your pussy. your words only motivate him to suck your clit even harder, the knot in your stomach releasing as you let out a desperate cry, letting go of his hair as you lose control and cum on his mouth.

“you did so good, darling.”

He’d felt the condom ripping soon after penetrating the boy’s tiny brown button hole but He continued anyway, silently please with Himself for being such a virile and powerful Man that even Magnums can’t contain Him.  The boy’s tight pucker had eventually loosened but only after a severe and brutal pounding which proved too much for the thin latex. All that remained was curled up around the thick base of His cock like a thin wedding ring.  He smiled at the analogy.  It wasn’t His fit and muscular body that seemed to get all the young fags so worked up; it was His wedding ring.

His son’s best friend had been no exception, always respectfully addressing Him as “Mr. Johnson” and always staring and lingering just a little too long.  What the fuck, He’d thought - why not.  He’d be an easy and convenient fuck toy; no one would suspect a thing. The boy had finally quietened down - what a drama queen!  “You wanted this, remember?” He’d reminded him, even though the truth was that He’d manipulated and coordinated the whole thing.  Even though he was no longer screaming, the boy’s young, smooth body still felt taunt and tense as he continued to suffer through the assault.  Now that He’d broken through the condom He could enjoy the slick wetness of the boy’s clenching, spasming pussy which felt warm and inviting.  He couldn’t wait to breed it.   “That’s it, Jimmy … you’re doing just fine.”  

“Oh, God, Mr. Johnson!  You’re so big!”

“Yes, Jimmy, so you’ve said many times today.  I don’t need you to keep telling me that.  You understand?“

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know the problem with having a big dick, Jimmy? It takes an extra long time to cum … “

Jimmy whimpered at the implication as Mr. Johnson continued slow-fucking His new toy.  

“You’re going to be raw and sore by the time I’m done, Jimmy.  Does that excite you?”

Jimmy hesitated.  “Yes, Sir … very much.”

He chuckled.  “I know it does.  That’s why you’re going to be such a good little whore for me aren’t you.  Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby … give you what you need.  It will be our little secret … or not so little, as the case would be.  You breath a word of this to anyone and I’ll find you, Jimmy.  I’ll hurt you.  Do you understand?”

Jimmy only nodded; it was a rhetorical question anyway.  Of course he understood.  Mr. Johnson was a respected and feared Man - a powerful Man.  And Jimmy was just a punk.  No one would believe him. And no one would care if anything happened to him.

He was getting close.  Leaning in He whispered in Jimmy’s ear.  “This is going to feel very … wet, Jimmy.  I want you to hold it in … every drop of it.”

“Whhat??  What are you saying?  You have a condom on!  I saw it!”  Jimmy started to struggle so He tightened His grip, causing Jimmy to wince.

“Shh … what’s done is done.  It was meant to be.  You were meant to be impregnated … like a woman, Jimmy.  Lucky for you it’s by a Man like me.  Someone you can trust.  Can I trust you, Jimmy?”  

Jimmy paused and moaned before replying.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.  Now give me that pussy, Jimmy.  Take Daddy’s cum … take it!”

Dad's Fume slave (Part one)-

His eyes looked at you as he shoved his ass cheeks onto your face. The jeans imprinted on your face as he grinded your face.

'This new law is amazing!'

The new government had recently passed a law stating 'All older males or superiors can use their gas to enhance the lowers of the males (eg. The younger etc.) to become more submissive.' So by this law, it started slowly with bosses on male workers, then Headmasters and male teachers having a farting session on male students at late night one to one's. Now though, it started through our fathers to their sons.

Your father let out a huge rippling fart, and got off.

'You will need to get ready for more than that, son' as he unzipped his trousers in front of you and sat down on your face again, releasing another gas expulsion onto your face.

'Eat this, son'

A large rumbling was heard when...

PpoPppPHhtttrttr!

Gffffppttttt!

Pppppsspspspsp!!!!

He gasped and pushed as he got his ass off your face, he then looked down, at you.

'You're doing much better, than, I imagined.' he then thought of an idea. 'As you can't be everywhere, really, whenever i.... You know, fart, in thinking of making a harness. Would you like that?'

His hands made their way to his boxers, pulling them down, revealing a fat, uncut ass, hair coming from the middle.

Pppphhhrrtttt.

'Sorry for that.' He then started to ease his ass down, spacing his cheeks out, as far as they went. You scream, and as your mouth opens, he slams his asshole right on-top of it.

His asshole slowly opened, releasing a mouthful of about 4 farts one by one.

'Enjoy your new gas. Imagine this, in your gas provider, providing your body with as much gas, as I can to make you survive.'

He then started to fart and fart and fart.

The last words, you can remember, was 'My ass will be your forever home soon!'

He then released a little fart, well a 30 second one, that puffed up your mouth.

'Enjoy that toxic methane... Son!'

Dad's Fume Slave- (Part two)

The torture had been going on for about a week now.

One occasion of his farting was you being escorted into the toilet. He lifted up the toilet seat, firmly placing your face facing upwards whilst, he slowly skidded his trousers down onto the floor and sat on your face, full force.

'God, here it comes!' PpoHhhhhRrrtttt!

A loud 40 second gas discharge echoed onto your nose and semi opened mouth. He signed in relief of the gargantuan thing as he raised his left leg a little, and released a hot slash of air right into your nostrils, making you gay from the smell.

'These bombs are great!!!'

He then let you go, afterwards as he got you into the shower. He stripped down after pushing a huge turd out into the toilet.

PLOP! He stood up, not even wiping and turned on the shower. You stared at him. Trapped in a small corner. Infront a huge ass, unwiped and hairy.

'How your friend's delaying with it. Isn't it ya bestmate that was sat on, on the bus by the driver, god, that must have stank. Being bombarded like that for, for what was it?'

Pppppsspspspsp! Pssssssssss!

'A 2 hour trip??' He said as your father shut up as he turned and looked at you. You were gagging from the smell of rotten broccoli and cauliflower, which he ate 4 meals of last night.

He started to back up, until the everywhere in your site was that of his asshole or cheeks.

'I should invite some colleagues from work round?'

He released a massive SBD out of his crack. UGH. He shoved another Silent-but-deadly out onto your nostrils.

*. *. *.

Two hours later, you were in your bedroom, your mouth and nostrils, smeared with shit from the amount of particles in the enclosed space. The last memory of the shower was afterwards, when your dad was phoning his mates to come round.

Fuck. About 5 people will be using you as their person fart cushion, soon!

Campus Gloryhole - Chapter 2 (Cock Vore, Absorbing, Unaware Incest)

I all but ran into the cubicle the moment I saw that no one was around, I couldn’t afford to be seen here.  I couldn’t hear anyone in the other cubicles, couldn’t hear much over my pounding heart.  Fortunately I’d picked a cubicle with the rumoured gloryholes in it, one in each side, so at least I wasn’t taking this risk for nothing.

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“Fuck bro it’s only been a half an hour and my balls already churned you down to nothin but cum! I really didn’t think you’d digest that quickly… Sorry dude”

Alex was sick and tired on constantly being bullied by his next door neighbour George. For as long as Alex could remember he had always been much smaller than George, even though they were the same age.

It all got worse when George started working out at age 12, he seemed to take to it so naturally and his muscles just grows. Alex meanwhile had begged his parents to get him some workout equipment or at least let him join a local gym, they could never afford it, so he was stuck being small and skinny. George never missed an opportunity to let Alex know how big he was, he would walk around topless and flex when he knew Alex was looking.

Over the years the jealously and resentment grew within Alex, while the cockiness grew in George. He was the king of the high school and knew it, all the girls wanted to sleep with him and although most would never admit it, most of the guys did as well. The bullying continues and soon school was hell for Alex.

That was when he found out his gift. He had the ability to steal traits of another. Anything for age and muscle right through to penis size and body hair. The funny thing is only the the people he used his power on knew anything had changed. He knew he had to be careful with his power, but he also couldn’t resist the opportunity to finally get his own back.

One afternoon he looked out of his bedroom window and could see George working out in his garden next door. All he needed to do was make skin to skin contact and his powers would do the rest.

Sneaking into next doors garden he snuck up quietly behind George and pressed his hand straight onto his back. Immediately George froze and Alex could feel his power work and the muscle literally pump itself out of George, up though his arm and into the rest of the body. It felt amazing, it was bliss, so much so that Alex accidentally took a bit more than he meant to leaving George much smaller that he had previously been, although the upside was that he was also much bigger and than George was.

“What the fuck!” George screamed, it a much higher voice as he looked down at his now much less muscular body. Shit, alex though knowing he must have absorbed some of Georges testosterone as well. But Alex didn’t actually care and just smirked as he flexed in front of George, “Pay back time” he smirked.

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Sorry for the delay in getting these stories out, I have been super busy at work. But here is the first of my contest winners stories, this story is for @agmsye Alex - Muscle Theft

“Shh! It’s done. You belong to me now. Accept it and have no regrets. I would have taken you regardless. It’s better that you submitted willingly.”

“You feel it, don’t you - my cum inside you. It’s in deep, becoming a part of you. Making you mine. You were a good girl and took it all. And it was a lot. Hold it in you. Show me how thankful you are. I know I hurt you but your pussy was so soft and wet and tight that I couldn’t control myself. I’m only just beginning. I’m going to make you a shivering, moaning, whore for my dick. You’ll get wet at the sound of my voice and be happier than you ever imagined, with less control over your life than you ever thought you’d give up.”

Love the canines look in the last page lol

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I'd love to see a villain become Captain America's uniform!

Every punch he took, every shot he fired, everything was aimed at Steve Rogers. Brock Rumlow (or as people were now calling him “Crossbones”) was obsessed with destroying Captain America once and for all.

So when he caught wind of a special serum that could turn the user into whatever they desired most, Rumlow was eager to get a taste. After breaking into a top secret government facility with his band of hired guns, he managed to nab a small injection tube full of what was then being called “Liquid Z.” It was all he needed, he thought, to take down the man who’d exposed Hyrda and scarred his face.

He locked himself up in his room, an underground bunker fortified with steel (he wasn’t exactly sure what Liquid Z would do to him specifically), and injected himself with the glowing green liquid. All the while, his thoughts were on Cap. On his body, beaten and bruised, under the rubber of his boot. He imagined stripping him naked, exposing him, humiliating him for what he’d done. All he could think of was smothering Steve Rogers, and that’s when the changes started.

Rumlow felt his stomach turn. He could feel his organs changing and rearranging themselves. What was he becoming? Some kind of beast? The thought excited him, and just as it did, he dropped to his knees.

He felt his whole body go numb. He felt lighter as his breathing slowed and his vision started to blur. Unexpectedly, Brock felt himself get aroused at the feeling. the only think he could feel was his crotch, which radiated with heat as the rest of him seemed to vanish into thin air.

Suddenly, he was no longer in his bunker. He was in an apartment, tidy and well dressed. The buzzing of the cars outside sounded a lot like New York. Had the serum transported him to Steve Roger’s apartment?

The thought excited him. But just as the excitement came, if vanished, replaced with sudden terror. Rumlow had looked down at his body… it was turning blue!

What was going on?? He thought, feeling his new skin. It was rough and elastic. Underneath, he felt his bones expand and hollow out like armor. It was as if he was wearing some kind of suit. Or becoming one…

“UGHHH,” Rumlow growled. The heat from his dick grew even stronger, and spread throughout his whole body. Every inch of him was so sensitive, so easily aroused, that even just kneeling down on the hard wood floor made him inches away from cumin. But he couldn’t cum. He could only kneel and writhe in sweet ecstasy as his body continued to change:

His hands vanished into two holes at the ends of his arms. His chest expanded out to fit Roger’s stature and his entire being went hollow. Just as he began to see the image of a star appear on his chest, Rumlow felt his face sink in.

“No!” he cried out with his last breath, “this is not what I wanted! This is not—“ But his mouth was gone. His head had disappeared along with his hands, and what was left of him lay crumpled on the floor.

He could still see the room, though not through his eyes. He couldn’t move, only watch as the door to the bathroom creaked open and out walked Steve Rogers. Stark naked, his massive muscles still dripping with water and sweat from a nice hot shower.

“Huh,” he said to himself, looking down at his suit, “don’t remember leaving that there”

As Rogers walked towards him, dick swinging back and forth, Rumlow felt tremendous fury. How was he supposed to destroy Rogers as a suit? But it didn’t matter, because as soon as Steve’s hands touched Rumlow’s rough blue skin, as soon as he felt the warmth of the man’s body fill his fibers, his fury turned to pure longing. He needed to be worn. He needed to be used.

One leg after another, Captain America slipped into his iconic outfit, his thick legs brushing up against the fabric and sending Rumlow into a state of perpetual orgasm. As his mountain pecs filled out Brock’s, his skin caressing the inner armor, he realized this is all he ever truly wanted. And as his cock pressed up against Rulmow’s crotch. he lost himself entirely in an explosion of unending pleasure.

As Rogers picked up his shield and left his apartment to go join the other Avengers, he felt a keen sense that some justice has been done. He also felt strangely horny, as his suit seemed to be warmer, hugging comfortably around his adonis physique. A bit of precum leaked from his dick and into the fabric, and he smiled thinking about all the fun, sexy times he’d had with that outfit, and all the fun that was to come.

CHAPTER 1: Roy Goes for A Walk

Roy awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. What bedroom, and what window by extension, alluded him for a good couple of seconds. Did we make it to the house? was the first question to cross his mind, followed immediately by, where on earth am I?

He tried to move, but his joints protested. He remembered having a lot to drink, being with Lloyd, Rich and Max, and… some other guy. What was his name? He tried not to focus on the questions, which only seemed to pile higher and higher in his mind, and instead focused all his energy on getting out of the bed, specifically dislodging his body from underneath Rich, who must have rolled over in his sleep.

Rich. Roy smiled to himself and shook his head. He had known Rich longer than any of the other guys. The two had become friends at a summer camp in Junior year of high school. That they ended up in the same college—in the same dorm for that matter—was pure coincidence. Though their friendship often seemed like the most obviously hostile on the surface, it was easily the strongest. Roy had supported Rich through so many tough times, failed tests, ugly breakups, that by now they were inseparable.

And in this case, literally inseparable.

With all his strength, Roy shoved the unconscious Rich to the other side of the bed and slipped off. Rich landed with a THUD against Max, and gave an unassuming snore.

“Dipshit,” Roy said with a cackle, and sauntered out of the room.

He took immediate notice of the fact that he was still wearing his clothes. As he walked down the hallway out towards the kitchen and living room, the memories of the pervious night began to resurface one by one. How could they have been stupid enough to stay in some random stranger’s house? Roy thought. There must have been something in those beers, some drug that made them all want to pass out on that bed together. But the one question that remained swimming in Roy’s mind was simple: why?

Footsteps outside drew Roy’s attention to the window, where he could see someone starting to approach the house. He knew it must have been the ranch owner who’d seduced them last night. Why could he still not remember his name?

Wood creaking on the porch. Roy stood up straight, breathed in deep, preparing to tell the man off as soon as he walked inside. To demand answers to the questions that were now worrying him sick.

The door opened. Roy opened his mouth. And stopped.

“Well how’ya doin’ son?” the man asked, tipping his cowboy hat. This was not the man who’d got them drunk last night. This man was something else, a grade A charm bomb and easily the most attractive man Roy had ever seen.

Wait a minute, that didn’t make sense. No, you don’t like guys. Stop it. Roy shook his head. “I…” he stammered, “I’m sorry I thought you were—“

“Beck?” the cowboy laughed, “aw shoo. Nah, I’m his partner in crime. Thom’s the name.” He reached out a hand. Roy instinctively shook it. He needed to know how his skin felt against his. He needed to feel the roughness of his hands scratch his fingers. And when it did, it sent Roy into a dizzy haze.

“You must be one of the boys Beck brought in last night. How’d ya sleep?”

“Umm… agh… good! It was good I… sorry, we should probably get going. We were supposed to make it to my parent’s house by sunset.”

“Ah now, what’s a few more hours gonna hurt?” Thom slapped the young man’s shoulder. By now, he was having to hide the erection slowly building in his pants. “Why don’t I take you on a tour of the grounds?”

“No—Yes! I mean… shouldn’t I wake everyone else up first?” What a ridiculous question. And yet, Thom seemed to exercise a kind of control over Roy. For some reason, he felt like he needed the man’s permission.

Tom shook his head, “I think we’ll be alright.”

The ranch seemed to look even more beautiful in the morning. How this was possible, Roy did not know. All he knew is that the second he walked outside, he never wanted to go back in. The breeze was perfectly calm, the sun appropriately bright. The birds, which acted like an alarm clock in the bedroom, were now serenading him as he and the cowboy marched down the steps and out towards the barn.

“Where are we going?” Roy asked, to which Thom replied:

“To the storehouse! Can’t expect to be on a cowboy ranch without the right cowboy gear!”

Roy’s heart skipped a beat. Was he finally going to be able to jettison these awkward shorts and sandals in favor of something more appropriate? Something more manly, something like…

“Here we are!” Tom said as he fumbled with the lock on a small door on the side of the barn. It clicked open, and he swung the barn door aside to reveal the most beautiful thing Roy had ever seen in his life.

Rows of them. Cowboy hats. Leather boots with silver spurs, flannel tops and boot cut jeans. Belts and bolo ties, saddles and cow-skin jackets. It was the mother load: cowboy heaven. And for a moment, Roy actually felt like he was dead, and had entered some other realm.

“This is…” he stumbled over his words, looking over the clothes with wonder and admiration, “amazing.”

“Wanna try some on?” Thom asked.

Roy gazed up at him doe eyed. He didn’t even need to say yes for Thom to know. He walked over and ran his hand through a rack of jeans.

“What size are you?” he asked.

“30x32,” Roy replied, his eyes caught on the glistening edge of one of the belts. He’d always had an interest in clothing. Not ‘fashion’ per sea, but just in clothes, in presentability. The cowboy outfit was his favorite look, though he didn’t know that until he found himself standing there in the middle of that store room, gawking at the almost comical variety of clothes Thom and Beck had in that barn. He was just about to ask why they had so many outfits when he heard Thom’s voice from behind him.

“Well,” he said, holding a pair of jeans, “you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Right!” Roy said. He slipped out of his sandals, removed his shirt, and dropped his shorts. Thom laughed a bit as his boxers unraveled almost halfway down his thighs. “What?”

“What the hell you doin’ wearin’ those?”

“These?” He looked down at the blue undergarments. “What’s wrong with them?”

“You ain’t gonna be able to fit in these with those. It’s like wearin’ two sets of pants!”

Roy threw his arms up. “Well they’re all I have. Unless you got any better ideas!” The clever smirk on Thom’s face told him that he did. He set the jeans down and walked over to a small chest of drawers build into the wall. From the top drawer, he removed a fresh jockstrap.

Roy laughed. “Seriously?”

“Most comfortable I’ve ever been. I never leave home without one.” He lowered his jeans to show Roy the edge of his own strap, sending another rush of heat to his dick. “C’mon,” Thom continued, holding out the small piece of elastic and fabric, “if you don’t like it, you can always take it off.”

At this point, Roy didn’t need too much convincing. He took the jockstrap and dropped his underwear. He was already starting to get a little chubby, and he tried to angle his penis away from Thom as he slipped the elastic bands up his legs and over his ass. But when the pouch came over his dick, it only seemed to make the erection more prominent.

“Someone’s excited,” Thom remarked as he handed Roy the jeans. Roy blushed, and tried to come up with some way to tell him off as he pulled the jeans up his legs. Damn, he thought to himself, these are comfortable. He was right.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” It was as if he read Roy’s mind. He shifted around in the new, comfortable jeans, as Thom grabbed him a pair of black cowboy boots and a belt. “I think these’ll look good with those.”

Roy didn’t even think to question his opinion. He was so eager to get his feet inside those boots, he didn’t even think to put on socks. Within a matter of seconds, the belt and boots were on, and Roy looked as sharp as ever.

“Missing somethin’…” Thom said.

“A shirt?”

He laughed. “Nah, that’ll just slow you down.” He walked back over to the wall, and this time removed a beige cowboy hat. He handed it delicately to Roy, as if handling an infant. “I was thinkin’ about this.”

Roy’s mouth dropped. It was in his favorite shade of brown, a beautiful leather strap wrapped around the top. It was as if someone had tailor made the hat just for him.

“Try it on,” Thom said, but he didn’t even have to ask. Roy was already placing the hat on his head, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and the sudden feeling of horniness towards his dick. It was like he had turned into the most attractive specimen on earth, and all he could think about was how badass he looked donning that cowboy hat and boots.

And then, things began to feel weird.

His stomach lurched, and he stumbled back. But the feeling that followed wasn’t nauseousness; it felt like his stomach had vanished all of the sudden. He looked up at Thom, confused.

“What’s going o—“ Another lurch. This time, he felt his chest get even lighter, like he was somehow disappearing from the inside out.

Thom paced around the room, unconcerned. “Just relax son, the transformation is the hardest part. It’s smooth sailin’ after that.”

“Transformation?? What are you—“ but his voice disappeared. It was the strangest thing, he could no longer speak! He was just about to lunge at Thom, to demand answers, when Roy felt something in his lower region, something he had never felt before. A kind of super sensitivity that sent chills throughout the rest of his rapidly disappearing body.

It was like the jeans had become an extension of his legs. He could feel the calm breeze whisk against his skin… or his fabric. Even his feet, calloused and numb from years of wearing sandals, were suddenly more sensitive than his hands. He felt as they filed out the boots, as they merged with the leather, as they became the leather.

And then it hit him. What was really happening. He knew he had just enough time to look up at Thom once more, to make a silent plee, to change him back.

But Thom just smiled and nodded, charming as all hell, and clearly enjoying watching Roy transform before his eyes. He opened his mouth to try and scream one more thing, but then his mouth was gone. He reached up to touch it, but with what? Roy had no hands, no arms. And now, no torso.

The final stage of the transformation began. Roy felt his head shrink down towards his crotch. He felt the silky comfort of the jockstrap overtake his head, overtake his entire body for that matter. And then, everything went still.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look around, and yet Roy could perceive the entire space around him. It was bizarre, though not altogether uncomfortable.

“Welp,” Thom said getting up to collect Roy’s old sandals and shorts, “looks like you won’t be needing these anymore.”

What’s going on? Roy thought, what have you turned me into? What have you done to me??

“I suspect someone will come along and find you soon. The other boys will be wonderin’ where you are.” He looked down at Roy, now crumpled up on the floor. “But don’t worry though, they’ll take one good look at’cha and they’ll have to put you on.”

Put me on? But then Roy realized. As Thom walked out of the barn, he began to take notice of himself. Of his feet, two empty cowboy boots, waiting to be filled. Of his legs, a pair of jeans crumpled on the floor. The rest of him could only have been the jockstrap, who’s fabric pouch sat facing towards the ranch.

Roy had been transformed into a pile of clothes. Not just any pile of clothes though; the clothes he had wanted so desperately to try on. As this realization hit, he felt a wave of panic hit him like nothing else he’d ever experienced. This wasn’t possible! He thought. He had a life back home, a school to graduate from. How could he do any of those things as a pile of clothes?

He tried to run, but he was frozen. He tried to call for help, but the pouch of the strap merely fluttered in the wind. He was trapped, immobile and stuck in a singular position until someone could come and find him.

But what then? Would they just leave him? Would they even know it was him?

Just when it seemed like he was destined to a life of solitude, Roy heard a call. His name, out in the distance.

“Rooooooooy?” It was Rich. They were looking for him. For how long, he did not know. But it didn’t matter. Someone was coming. He heard their footsteps approach the open door of the barn and then…

Rich. Sweaty and tired. He rested a hand against the wood of the door, surveying the empty room. “Damnit,” he said, “he’s not here either.”

No! Roy screamed in his mind. I’m here! Please, Rich, it’s me! Rich… RICH. You dipshit, get back here!

Rich stopped. He turned around to look at the pile of clothes. Did he hear me? Roy thought, but the look on Rich’s face said otherwise. Instead, he looked at Roy with curiosity and a strange longing.

“That’s bizarre,” Rich said, kneeling down and looking at the clothes. He scanned the room again, as if there were some naked cowboy there just waiting to pop out and grab the clothes.

Roy was about to explode. He kept screaming at Rich for him to pick him up, try to communicate.

Finally, Rich shook his head. “Eh, why the hell not.” He began to take off his shoes and drop his pants.

What?? Roy thought. No, no. Don’t put me on! Rich it’s me! It’s your buddy Roy! From summer camp, from college! Don’t wear me, I’m not—

But then he took off his underwear. All 9 inches of his cock spilled out and waved in the sweet summer air. Roy had heard whispers about Rich’s dick. He always passed it off as girls spreading rumors, but laying there in a clump, staring up at his behemoth of a cock, he knew they were all true. Rich did have a 9 inch penis, and he was about to fill Roy with it.

At this, Roy felt excitement. Not like the excitement he felt at seeing Thom for the first time. This was primal, deeply sexual. This was his whole purpose, to support some guy’s dick and show off his ass.

No, stop it. This isn’t you. You’re a human. A normal human.

But Rich was already starting to handle Roy. He was already starting to slide him up the length of his legs, hot and wet with sweat. He was starting to fit his feet through the holes of Roy’s jeans, and into the two holes of his feet— his boots. With every motion he took, every time he touched Roy and ran his hands across his soft, fabric skin, the young man grew more and more attached to Rich. The more he longed to have his cock fill his jockstrap face. to have his ass fill his jeans and his feet fill out his leather boot legs.

He needed to be worn.

With one final motion, Rich pulled Roy up over his dick. Roy was immediately overcome with a rush of heat and force as the cock filled out his pouch. He felt his body expand and mold along with Rich’s. And as Rich fastened the buckle over Roy and sealed his fate, all apprehensions about living his life as clothing vanished. He loved clothing, after all, and he loved Rich. In the strangest way, everything felt right, and as Rich’s infamous dick slipped a little pre cum into Roy’s silky white skin, he felt himself orgasm so powerfully, he could swear the young man could hear his pleasure-fueled moans and groans.

“Hmm,” Rich mumbled, “that’s strange.” He could have sworn he heard his voice calling out to him from somewhere. Somewhere close, somewhere below him. But it wasn’t possible; there was no way Roy could have been in that empty dressing room. He was out on the ranch somewhere, and Rich had to find him if he had any hope of getting home.

Little did he know, their journey had only just begun.

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

Shapesnifter

I don’t regret stealing this jock’s underwear from the gym at all. My shapeshifting abilities are only activated when I get a strong feeling toward the person I am trying to shapeshift into. The musk of his Burberry underwear induced a strong enough feeling that transformed me into him. I felt my body getting bigger and tighter. My face growing ginger hair where there wasn’t before. My voice getting deeper as I moaned from smelling the used underwear in my growing hands. As soon as a let out a deep sigh, the transformation was completely and I was an exact duplicate of the guy from the gym. I pulled on his used underwear and had to take a selfie of this guy.I was going to enjoy being this guy while my transformation lasted.  

Hi. My name is Adam and I wish I was a muscular Asian guy. I’m twinky, and can’t seem to gain any muscle. I’m generally the bottom, but I want to be a top. 

“I just want a bigger body” Adam laughed and he touched his stomach. 

“Don’t worry Adam” said the man behind the camera. “Tomorrow morning you will wake up and your wish will come true.” 

Adam laughed in disbelief that such a thing would happen, but he went to bed that night thinking of what the man had said. 

While he was sleeping the changes were beginning take effect on his body. His once blonde hair turned a raven black, his facial features becoming more and more Asian, his body becoming tighter and larger. 

When Adam awoke, he pulled his arm back behind his pillow. He opened his eyes to see his arm got way bigger. He looked in confusion at first as his eyes made his way down to his chiseled chest and rock hard 8 pack abs. He rushed to the mirror. He looked at the vision of the man he wished to be when he was in front of the cameraman. 

“I’m fucking hot.” he laughed and touched his face. 

“Oh my God.” He ran his hands down his new 8 pack. “Fuck yeah”

He had gone on grinder to take pics of his new self. “Top. Looking for some fun.” As soon as he created his profile he received a flurry of new messages from very eager bottoms. He decided to respond to one who looked very much like his old self. He invited the guy to his place and with his new body he fucked him. The feeling of being a top was amazing his new dick pulsating in the bottom as he pushed in and out, finally blowing a load in the bottom. 

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I had always dreamed of being able to possess someone. Seeing TV shows where someone was able to just take complete control of someone else turned me on so much. I’m a pretty nerdy kid with this huge fantasy that one day I could possess a powerful body that exuded confidence (unlike the current one I had). 

That day came to me by chance. I was walking home from school with a book in hand when I saw a guy walking in the opposite direction of me.I thought he was so hot. My heart was racing. I quickly buried myself in my book, but wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking and tripped. I was so embarrassed. The man came up to me asking if I was alright. My heart was racing even faster. I was more embarrassed than ever. I just wanted to disappear. My body was doing just that. I looked at my hands in terror as they were becoming translucent. The man was witnessing what was happening with equal terror. My body was completely disappearing. The man tried to grab hold of me and my body went straight through into his. I felt myself merge with him. His life flashed before my eyes. The merge made him recoil back onto the ground. I opened my eyes and felt I was solid, but I saw the hands that were moving and they weren’t mine. I looked down and saw that I was not wearing the same clothes I was and my body looked a hell of a lot more muscular underneath a tight fitting white t-shirt. I had become…John is his name…or rather my name now. I couldn’t contain my excitement. This new body. These new feelings I felt. My new dick was getting rock hard under my jeans and I grabbed it feeling the length and girth it had. I had to get home to release the pressure. I found John’s truck and drove to his apartment with a hard on the entire way. 

When I got back I stripped down to just my underwear. I looked in the mirror and John’s body was amazing. The sheer pleasure of being this man was enough to make me precum straight through John’s briefs, I couldn’t help it. I took off his underwear and jerked off. I had a dirty talk monologue going that made me insane. 

“I’m John. Fuck yeah. This body is so fucking hot.” I said in John’s voice. “MMM. fuck yeah. You want me to cum.” I pinched my nipple and moaned deeply. In that moment, I came like a fountain of cum. “Fuuuccckk” 

It has now been a few years since I’ve taken over John’s body. I have definitely taken care of it. My abs have never looked better and wearing white tights definitely gets a certain crowd’s attention. I love hooking up with guys from the gym and I have never felt more confident in my life before John. That chance meeting with John was definitely the best thing that could have ever happened to me. 

Cops Swap

When I told my best friend Ryan that I could merge myself with anybody I wanted, he didn’t believe me. What I didn’t tell him is that I could merge myself and anybody else touching me at the same time as well. So, I decided to give it a try. I mean it WAS Ryan’s birthday and all and he was just as into the idea of merging with a stranger as I was. Soooo, why not?

We found these two officers patrolling the mall and followed them around for what seemed like forever. I told Ryan that I’d merge with one of them while he distracted the other one, but I couldn’t do it in an open space. So, we waited for the right moment. Fortunately, everybody has to take a piss and finally, the two officers headed for the mall bathrooms. 

We followed them in, both of them taking a place at the urinals. The butcher one finished first and headed to the sink to wash his hands and I gave Ryan a nod to distract him. I heard the faucet turn on and Ryan started to chat it up with the officer as I stepped up behind the other one still standing at the urinal. I placed my hand on his back and his entire body froze just before it pulled me in, enveloping me completely until I opened my eyes, glancing down at my new hand wrapped around my new cock. 

“Nice,” I said, my voice deeper than I was used to. 

“What was that?” The other officer asked. This body’s memories slowly hit me. My partner’s name was Trey and we’d been on patrol with each other for five years now. 

“Nothing. Just talking to myself.” I said, pushing my cock back into my pants and zipping before I flushed and stepped toward the sink. Ryan stood there, a questioning look on his face as I gave him a quick wink to let him know it was me. 

“Everything okay here, son?” I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. I turned, catching my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. I was huge and suddenly felt my new cock getting stiff. It was always a turn on seeing yourself for the first time.

“Yes, sir. Just washing my hands.” Ryan nodded up at me as Trey glanced around the corner. 

“Where that other kid go?” He asked, but before I could answer, I touched his shoulder and pushed Ryan into his body. 

The transfer happened almost instantly as Trey’s eyes flicked open and he stumbled back. “WHOA! What the hell was that?” He looked down at his body, ran his hands over his uniform and then looked up at me in shock. “What the hell? Am I?”

He spun to the mirror and looked at his reflection. Trey’s face lit up and I could tell Ryan was enjoying what he saw. I remembered my first time, the way it felt to feel bigger, to feel the weight of muscles and a frame you’d never felt before. It was unlike anything else.

“Pretty cool, right?” I asked, noticing his new dick getting harder. He reached up with new, stronger hands and touched his square jaw and older features. 

“So this is me now?” 

“For as long as you want,” I said. “I mean, you should be getting his memories and from what I can tell these guys are more than partners on the force. I’ve never been gay before but … I don’t know …”

I could tell by the way Trey was looking at me that he suddenly felt the same. It was strange, taking over a body and suddenly having the same desires they had. I felt my new bodies pull toward Trey and the way he was looking at me knew that he wanted my cock as much as I wanted his. 

“I guess,” he said, “it is almost time for lunch.” He stepped closer, moved his hand over my ass and pulled me closer. It was rough … just the way I liked it. He was the dom after all. 

He pushed in and kissed me, his tongue teasing mine as I felt his hard cock against me. Trey then pulled away with a slight giggle. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. Your curly stache just tickles, but I like it.” His smile and laugh made me even harder as I leaned over and locked the bathroom door. 

“I think I’m going to like being a cop,” I whispered. Trey spun me around, pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed them before he pushed me agains the wall. I felt his muscles pressed against me as he leaned in, kissing my neck. 

“I think we both will.” 

He may be one of the biggest guys on his high school football team, but when Grant was at home, he was the picture of submission for his sexy older dad. He loved the contrast between their two bodies, his body which was young and smooth and muscled, and his father’s older, chubby hairier body. He loved cuddling up with his dad on the couch after a long day of school, and he especially loved falling asleep as the little spoon, his father’s furry arm draped across him, his dad’s cock rubbing up against his ass.

Troy was a phenomenon. At every contest for the last 15 years, he had effortlessly dwarfed even the freakiest competition with his obscene, bulging mass.

He was pushing 350 pounds of hulking beef these days, and was always growing. Every muscle in his body was overstuffed and straining for more growth - and so were his posers. Eight inches soft and 13 hard, Troy spent every night after his competitions wrecking the assholes of the lesser men who’d joined him on stage.

He was a gigantic, ultra-mmasculine behemoth, and the entire human race looked upon him with awe, fear, lust, and worship.

Tonight, though, he was breathlessly worshipping the monster dick of the sole exception to that rule.

Aidan Nakamura had barely been 18 for a week. He was far and away the most beautiful man Troy had ever seen: full lips, lush eyelashes, high cheekbones.

He was also a monster. Despite being just under six feet tall, this blisteringly-hot Asian stud carried more than three times even Troy’s insane mass.

Today was leg day, and Aidan was doing squats. He’d nicked some earthmoving equipment from a construction site, and had it balanced across shoulders wider than he was tall.

Troy already couldn’t fit his arms around one of Aidan’s gargantuan thighs. With every groaning, moaning, straining, erotic rep, they swelled larger by inches.

Troy was balanced in the middle of a cock that was far thicker than those thighs. It was well over three feet long, and ragingly erect. With every one of the mega-muscled teenager’s moans, his cannon of a cock lurched and spewed out a gallon of pre. Troy’s overmuscled mass couldn’t even bend it downward.

Troy'a hands were desperately fondling Aidan’s monolithic wall of abs. They writhed crazily with every breath. Even this freak’s individually-sliced obliques made Troy’s gigantic pecs look anemic.

“Get bigger,” Troy whimpered.

Aidan was shaking from effort. At the apex of his squat, he let out a low cry as he reached up and began to shoulder-press the bulldozer, again and again.

Before Troy’s adoring eyes, this superhuman muscle-bull of a teen began to add even more breadth to his delts and lats. His globular pecs were threatening to eclipse his face, and his traps had long-since risen higher than his ears.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Troy had tears running down his face, as he watched this impossible muscle-god swell even larger.

Aidan’s obelisk of a cock was beginning to swell and buck dangerously. It, too, was adding on monstrous thickness. “I want you even bigger,” Troy breathed. “You’ll never be too massive for me. Grow for me…”

Aidan let out an earthshaking growl as his cock spewed its first deluge of cum, with a terrifying bucking force that nearly sent Troy flying. His jizz came out as thick as wet cement, and that first blast was enough to flood a bathtub.

Troy came, too. With his record-setting muscle, his giant tool, and his huge load, he was a porn-worthy stud - but was barely worthy of mention, next to Aidan’s tremendous size, his jaw-dropping battering ram of a phallus, and his incredible oceans of ultra-thick cum.

Aidan kept military-pressing that giant weight through his seemingly endless orgasm. His model-perfect, fey face was twisted up in mixed pain and pleasure.

After several minutes, his cock drooled - just a little. He shifted the bulldozer onto just his left hand, and continued pressing it. Mind-blowing shoulders creaked even broader, and Aidan’s monster rose back to full hardness.

Aidan was grimacing - or was it grinning? “Can’t stop growing,” he whimpered. His cock pulsed like a bucking horse underneath Troy, and Troy smiled, panting.