Pride Month

    Johnathan had never considered himself a homophobe. He didn’t mind gay men as long as they weren’t over the top or too flamboyant. But he couldn’t help despise Pride month. He thought it was unnecessary and was disgusted by it. The idea of gay men overtaking the streets, wearing little clothing, forcing their sexuality on him was revolting to Johnathan. He couldn’t help but feel anger build up inside him every June.

    “Stupid pride month. They get an entire month to shove their gayness down my throat” he mumbled as he looked out his apartment window seeing the Pride parade below him.

    “I wish I got a whole month dedicated to my sexuality” he said smugly.

    As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a knock at his apartment door. Johnathan was shocked. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Johnathan waltzed his way to the door and opened it. A big beefy masculine man stood in the doorway grinning at him. He was only wearing a pair of tight pink underwear. “He’s a queer” Johnathan thought to himself. Johnathan could see the outline of the hairy man’s meaty cock straining against his underwear. Even Johnathan was stunned by it’s size. It was as thick as a beer can. Johnathan could see glitter on the man. Johnathan could tell the beefy man had been down there partying with all the other annoying gays.

    “You coming to the parade, boy?” the man growled in a condescending tone.

    Johnathan was taken back. He had never been called ‘boy’ before. It was almost as if the strange man was trying to humiliate Johnathan.

    “What? I ain’t no queer. I don’t want anything to do with that disgusting parade” Johnathan retaliated.

    “What are you talking about, boy?” the mysterious man chuckled. He then used his big meaty hands to push Johnathan back into his apartment. The strange man then walked in and locked the door behind him.

    “You must be confused” the hairy man said in his deep husky voice. “You’ve always loved the Pride parade, Johnny boi. It gives you a chance to show off that sexy body of yours, especially that big juicy ass.” The stranger grinned.

    Johnathan felt a hot pleasure build up in his skinny body, especially his arms. Johnathan looked down to see his biceps grow. They began to inflate like footballs. Becoming bigger and stronger. His flat chest began to grow too. His once flat pectoral muscles inflating. Becoming round and fuller. Almost like a pair of heavy perky tits. He could feel the weight of them on his chest. It all felt so disorientating. Johnathan grabbed his new perky tits only to let out a high pitched feminine moan. His nipples were so sensitive. The slightest touch elicited a feminine pleasure filled moan.

    “I love your new bleach blonde hair, Johnny boi. You look like a total himbo” the mysterious man laughed as Johnathan’s dark hair began to lighten becoming a light blonde. Johnathan began moaning as his pecs began involuntarily bouncing. Johnathan was shocked by the high pitched feminine whimpers coming out of his mouth. But he couldn’t stop them. It felt so... natural. It felt so right.

    Johnathan’s legs began growing. Becoming thick and beefy. The hot pleasure then began to focus on Johnathan’s ass. His flat ass growing. Becoming big and round. Fat and juicy. His hips becoming wider to accommodate his new melon sized cheeks. Johnathan couldn’t help but fondle them. His new cheeks jiggled with every movement. His new ass looked so inviting. As if his ass cheeks were begging to have a nice big cock jammed up in between them.

    “I’m loving your new style” the beefy man said “All you wear now is slutty pink clothes. In fact, you find it impossible to wear any other colour now.”

    Johnathan’s suit began to change. The trousers shortened to become a nice pair of pink shorts not even long enough to cover his new big himbo cheeks. His shirt and jacket moulded together to become a nice crop top, exposing his new six pack. The crop top barely concealed Johnathan’s new pair of sensitive titties.

    “What are you doing to me?” Johnathan shouts in fear. “I look so...”

    “Gay?” the hairy man interrupted. “That’s because you are gay, Johnny. You’re a big homosexual himbo”

    HOMOSEXUAL. HIMBO. The words rang out in Johnathan’s mind. He could feel himself fading. Being replaced. His mind was being rewritten by the dominant intruder. His attraction to women dissipated while his attraction to men increased. His fantasies of breeding women were replaced with thoughts of having his hole being stretched by big fat cocks. His apartment began to change. Pride flags appearing on the wall, his walls and furniture turning into a light playful pink and the clothes in his closet being turned into slutty pink crop tops and thongs. The dominant stranger began to fill Johnathan’s thoughts. Johnathan blushed as he imagined his hole being filled by the beast. Johnathan found himself daydreaming about sucking on the man’s big hairy cock. Johnathan began to get hard as all the new gay fantasies filled his little head. Johnathan couldn’t make eye contact with the beast anymore. He felt lesser than him. He was just a hole for him to fuck his potent cum into. Nothing more. His hole began to loosen. No more did he have a tight straight hole. His hole was now loose and sloppy. It had seen many years of penetration. And it was ready for many years more. To encourage anal penetration, Johnathan could now no longer cum from just stroking his penis. He needed a big dom daddy to jam their cock into his prostate in order to feel pleasure. As a result of this, Johnathan’s cock shrank. Shrank until it was nothing more than a one inch nub. He didn’t need his cock anymore. All he needed was his new big juicy melon sized ass cheeks. Johnathan’s nub began to leak precum as he fantasised about the dominant man stuffing his sloppy hole.

    “You don’t have to hide your precummy nub from me” the big man cooed. “You’re a big dumb horny himbo. You can’t help it”

    DUMB. HORNY. HIMBO. Johnathan felt his brain begin to melt away. The warm pleasure draining away his IQ. Johnathan got dumber and dumber. The dumber he got, the more vacant his face looked. His mouth dropped open. His drool dribbled out onto the floor as he let his intelligence drip away. His IQ dropped to a mind numbingly stupid 40. He was so stupid. His face was forever stuck in a dumb himbo expression. Everyone could tell he was just a big dumb himbo now. Johnathan didn’t even finish high school. He didn’t understand anything. He just sat at the back of the class dribbling on his big fat tits, thinking about getting his hole stuffed full of cum.

    “I like totally forgot how stupid I was hehehe” Johnathan giggled in an extremely feminine voice.

    “Don’t worry, Johnny. I’ll always be here to do the thinking for you” the daddy smirked. “That’s why I married you”

    A wedding ring appeared on Johnny’s finger. Johnny let out an effeminate sigh as he looked at his new dominant husband.

    “I like totally love you daddy” he swooned as he let out a high pitched giggle.

    “Now show daddy how much you love him. Shake that ass for me, boi” the man deviously grinned.

    Johnny immediately started shaking his massive jiggling ass. He began twerking for his daddy. He wanted to make him proud. That was Johnny’s main goal in life now. Looking sexy for his new dom daddy.

    Johnny’s fat ass began to ache. It felt like it was missing something. Johnny felt so... empty.

    “I need your cock, sir” Johnny whimpered as he nudged his husbands fat pecs with his face. Johnny rubbed his face all over his husband’s chest. He covered himself in his stink. He wanted to be able to smell his daddy at all times.

    “Listen boy, go into your room. Strip. Get on all fours and get ready for the pounding of a lifetime” the hairy man smiled. Johnny did as he was told.

    Johnny loves his new life as a gay himbo. He has a big fuckable body and a sexy daddy that would buy him anything he wanted. But most importantly, Johnny got exactly what he wished for. Johnny now has an entire month dedicated to his sexuality. Pride Month.

    Himbo on Campus

    Sam was dissatisfied with his life. He was cute, extremely smart and had a very loving family. A family that even supported him when he came out as gay. But Sam’s life was permeated with a sense of longing. He wanted more.

    Sam had always loathed his skinny stature. Sam always prioritised his education and his intelligence over exercise. He liked being smart. But he couldn’t help but be jealous of all the sexy muscular models on his Instagram feed. Their bodies. Their popularity. He envied them. Sam let out a sorrowful sigh and mumbled:

    “Life must be so easy for those big popular jocks. I wish my life was that simple.”

    As soon as the words left his mouth, Sam began to get dizzy. It felt as if the entire room was spinning. Sam stumbled towards his bed. He sat down as the spinning slowly came to a halt. He knew that something was different but he didn’t know what.

    Suddenly, Sam felt his chest began to tingle. Sam hopped up from his bed as the tingling sensation became more intense. Too intense for Sam to handle. Sam began moaning and writhing. He looked down at his chest and let out a big shriek. His chest was inflating. Becoming bigger. Growing meaty and thick. Rounder and fuller. Sam was in shock. His huge pecs were unnaturally large for his skinny frame. It was as if the skinny nerd had developed a hefty set of perky breasts.

    Sam didn’t have time to panic. The tingling feeling began to change his entire body. His legs became defined and beefy. His skinny stomach filled with muscle and a six pack began to form. His biceps inflated becoming the size of footballs. His ass got juicier and fatter becoming more round and voluptuous. His body looked like that of a sexy quarterback.

    Sam looked at his body in awe. He was beautiful. He had the body every gay man dreamed of. He had an ass that every top would want to dominate. Sam jumped with glee causing his new fat ass to jiggle and his new perky tits to bounce. He finally had it all. He had always been smart but now he was sexy and handsome too. He was every gay man’s wet dream.

    Sam heard his phone buzz. He was shocked to see that his phone was blowing up with messages from the most popular girls in his college. The messages were filled with heart emojis and flirty comments. Some woman even sent Sam explicit photos of her breasts. Sam was confused. He was openly gay. They knew he wasn’t interested in girls. Why were they they texting him?

    Sam’s face began to tingle. Sam examined his face in the mirror. His face began to change. His jaw became more pronounced and squared. His brows became more pronounced. His lips grew fat and fuller.

    “Perfect dick sucking lips” Sam joked.

    His face was now the epitome of masculinity. He looked like every stereotypical college football jock. Just when Sam thought the transformation was over, he began to feel the tingling sensation invade a part of him that he hadn’t expected it to. His brain.

    Sam’s brain began to tingling intensely. Sam slowly felt his intelligence drain from his brain. Years of studying and hard work lost. With each IQ digit lost, Sam became more relaxed. More happy. More dumb. His smarts slowly becoming drool that would gather in his mouth and eventually dribble out onto his bedroom floor. Sam couldn’t help but let the drool slowly drip out of his mouth. He couldn’t close his mouth. It felt so natural for Sam to leave his mouth open. It made him look like he was always confused. His dumb vacant expression made it so people could tell that he was just a big booty himbo. A dumb himbo who will never achieve anything in his life. Sam’s expression became more and more vacant until eventually all he could let out was let out a dumb chuckle. He looked at his new self in the mirror and mindlessly bounced his new big tits. He let out a big dumb laugh as his squeezed his pecs together, pretending they were breasts.

    “Me dumb” he chuckled at the mirror as he brainlessly poked his new reflection and made a stupid face.

    Sam stood staring vacantly at his new naked reflection. His hair turned into a light blonde, the perfect colour for a dumb himbo like him. The tingling traveled down through Sam’s body and made it’s way to the dumb jock’s cock and balls. Sam, or Sammy as his bros like to call him, was completely oblivious. The tingling targeted the weaker sperm in his balls. The tingling eradicated any evidence of weaker sperm and replaced it with thick potent alpha sperm. His average sized ballsack inflated, becoming fat and droopy as it slowly filled with new potent cum. His penis shot forwards in length giving Sammy a nice thick 10 inch cock.

    Suddenly, the gay pride flag on Sammy’s bedroom wall began to disappear, being replaced by posters of sexy women who’s breasts were almost bursting out of their bikinis. The jock slowly began to lose all memories of having slept with men or being attracted to men. Sam’s memories of getting fucked by guys were replaced with memories of his new jock body breeding women. As Sammy became straighter and straighter, his body oder became more pungent. He didn’t care for showers or hygiene anymore. In fact, Sammy found body oder funny. He loved messing with his bros by shoving their faces into his smelly pits and forcing them to take a big whiff of his stench. Sammy also loved to burp and fart around his bros. He would chug his protein shakes, whip out his ass and then release a big groaning protein fart onto his bros’ faces and sometimes even their food. But his bros were disgusting too. They found it funny to eat the food that had been subjected to Sammy’s fowl gas. They also found it hilarious when Sammy farted directly into their faces. It was just bros being bros. Sammy loved his bros and they loved Sammy. But more importantly, Sammy loved the hot babes on his campus.

    “I so horny. Need fuck” he grunted like some kind of animal.

    Sammy’s asshole began to be changed by the tingling sensation. Sam’s loose hole that had seen many years of penetration began to close up. It tightened. It became so tight that no penis would ever be able to enter his ass again. His ass would only be used for farting in his bros’ faces and shitting. Not any gay shit.

    Sam’s old personality and his homosexuality were banished into the himbo’s balls. Sammy’s boner does the thinking for him from now on. Sammy dumbly chuckled and browsed through the girls’ messages. When he saw the image of the girls’ big bouncing tits, he immediately shot his potent load all over himself. It was like a waterfall. Along with the potent sperm, Sammy also shot out his smarts, his homosexuality and his old personality.

    Sam was now nothing but an empty headed horny himbo. A big dumb jock who’s only purpose in life is to look sexy and dumb. Just like he always wanted. His life was so much simpler now. All Sammy does is drink protein shakes, work out, fart on his bros and impregnate. How much simpler could someone’s life get?

    To the one who requested Chronivac - Here’s my version of it!

    You look at your friend’s Instagram, horrified at what you see. You had never known Kevin to be the vain type, and yet his gallery was full of selfies of an incredibly sexy man with tattoos covering his ripped, toned body. What scared you is the fact that these pictures were of wildlife yesterday. No more beautiful pictures of Red Foxes, no more artistic shots of Bougainvillea flowers, no more innocent art; only vanity and an unrecognizable Kevin Rayne. Wait, that was his name wasn’t it?

    Your phone begins to ring. It’s Kevin on Skype, wanting to video chat. You accept the request, fully expecting to see his chubby cheeked face laughing his ass off. What greets you is the unfamiliar, yet arousing smoulder of the man in the pictures.

    “Where is Kevin?” You demand, shouting into your phone at the top of your lungs. The man behind the screen just smiles, and says nothing. To you, it looks as if he is pressing buttons on his screen, as his tattooed fingers distort the screen.

    “It’s me bruh. Just gimme a sec.” He continues to fiddle with his phone before you bring to an end his cryptic attitude. But before you could even begin to call out this impostor, you feel a strange tingling in your hands. You glance down to see two uncomfortably large paws where your previously average hands used to be. 

    You scream and drop your phone, terrified at the gigantic palms and long fingers. From the Skype call, you hear Kevin laughing. 

    “Pick me up, bro!” You grab the phone and run into the bathroom across the hall. “Dude, I had to prove to you that this was legit. It’s totally me.” Shocked at the claim, you demand for the Pseudo-Kevin to return your hands to normal size. With the swipe of his finger, they shrink instantaneously. “There, dude. Believe me?” 

    You stare into the screen, dumbfounded. Surely this can’t really be Kevin. “I came across this download. Someone sent it to me in text. When I clicked on it, it downloaded this app. It made me this fuckin’ sexy ass hunk!” You scoff at his insinuation, in denial of the strange occurrences surrounding him. “I gotta share it with you dude. Or better yet…” You watch nervously as he begins to swipe across the screen.

    Helpless, you watch as your entire body structure shifts and realigns. Broad shoulders, long torso, and a hefty 6′1. “There, that’s better. Ooh, let’s try this!” You scream at your friend to stop, before your body inflates with muscle like balloons. You stare down at your huge body, flabbergasted. “Cool. Let’s get you a bit tanner. Maybe a better haircut than that shit you call a style.” Several things morph and twist about your body: feet expand to twice their original size, a healthy beach tan sprawls out across your skin, a typical jockbro hairstyle adorns your scalp, while your endowment grows down south.

    “Fuck yeah, bro. That looks awesome. Just one more thing for ya.” He taps the screen once more, as your head begins to cloud. Your ears start ringing, and your shouts of shock echo in the cavernous room. Just as suddenly as it began, the ringing ceased. “Open your eyes, bruh. Tell me what you think!” You open your eyes to see the sexiest himbo you’ve ever seen. You grope your meaty pecs, and cup your substantial package, dumb laughter accompanying you throughout. Your head feels lighter, as if a huge burden had been lifted from your mind; emptier, clearer, simplified. “Atta boy. Throw on some clothes and get over here. We’re goin’ out tonight!”

    Kevin ends the call, while you stand in awe of your newfound appearance. It’s almost as if you have to snap a picture for your Instagram. Like it’s second nature. After all, himbos gotta have their fans.


    Hey! I'm an enormous fan of your work! What would it take to be graced by the pink fairy ? I'm a little torn right now, there is this guy at work, perfect, muscular, always immaculate, trimmed beard, former frat boy and I wish I could be like him. On the other hand, I'm a bit stuck on the idea of being a lean muscled twunk too. Can you help ?

    As you stand in front of the sex shop that shouldn’t exist, the rain pounding on the awning and the umbrella that you’ve got over your head, you realize that the only thing it takes to be graced by the Pink Fairy is having a deep-seated fantasy and the balls to really wish for it. But as you’ll soon find out, it’s probably not a good idea to come into the shop uncertain about what you want, because if you don’t say what you want, the Pink Fairy will choose for you.

    The bell over the door jingles as you enter, and the shop keeper looks up, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward. “Hello,” he says, patting the counter in front of him. Your feet take you to the counter, and you stand in front of it. “So, what are you having today?” he says. You must have hesitated to speak for too long because he then cuts you off before you start speaking and says “Ah. I see.”

    It’s unsettling, the way that his eyes seem to burn into your soul, but you’re powerless to resist when he comes around the counter, puts his hands on your shoulder, and walks you to a stool sitting in one corner of the shop. He sits you down on the stool and walks off, muttering under his breath about indecisive people.

    He returns with a snapback and he regards you with a cool look. “This is what the boss told me to use,” he says, with a small smirk. He laughs when you ask what the price will be, and tells you not to worry. He says that you won’t be able to worry when he’s done with you, anyway. It’s weird, and it doesn’t make sense, so you just ignore the statement.

    He sets the cap on your head and immediately you feel your body changing. Your clothes evaporate off your skin, leaving you in nothing but a pair of briefs that gradually grow smaller, tighter, and sexier. By the end of it, you’re wearing a jock, and the wood of the stool is tickling your hole.

    You feel your body swell, your muscles growing. You’ve never been this defined before. You’ve tried, but going to the gym and sticking to a diet is very difficult. Now it looks like you’ve spent your life going daily to the gym and eating healthy. A lance of pain pierces your skull and you realize that that is what you’ve been doing this whole time. You don’t remember where you got the idea that you had been cheating on your diet and missing days at the gym, but that was definitely not you.

    You rub your package through the pouch of your jock and groan as you feel the familiar fog of dumbness settle around your thoughts, making them not only much slower, but much simpler too. You grunt, chuckling dumbly to yourself as your brain empties of any semblance of intelligence, but your body continues to grow, shaping it into the perfect twunk form.

    “Good boy,” says the shop keeper, patting you on the top of the head as you stare off blankly into the distance, your eyes glazed over, your body burning up with lust and arousal. Drool trickles from the corner of your lips and you suddenly wake up, the changes done to your body and mind in the dream carrying over into your reality.

    You moan quietly to yourself as you fall to your hands and knees on the floor, your fingers going around your back to plunge into your hungry hole. New memories slam into your head, displacing your old ones. Memories of hours spent at work become memories spent at the gym and in front of the camera, showing off for the rest of the world to see.

    Memories of pining after guys turn into memories of getting fucked in every conceivable position, over every conceivable surface, in every conceivable location. You moan loudly, your finger grazing your prostate, at which point the door to the room opens and a man walks in, chuckling, calling you a good little bitch.

    You can’t care less about what he calls you. You just want the huge dick swinging between his legs. You crawl over to him and push your ass out in his direction. It doesn’t take long for him to indulge you.

    As his cock slides into your chute, you feel every single dreg of your old life and any intelligence that you once had get swept away in a current of pleasure.

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    My boyfriend's a programmer and we've been talking. He told me he's been so stressed lately and he just really wants a break. He's also been wanting to shed a few pounds and get in shape but the stress isn't helping, you know? I want to surprise him! I was wondering if the pink fairy could help him stop thinking so much and turn his cute chub into pure muscle! He'll love it! I'll love it to ;3

    Such a waste of talent, I think. A smart, brilliant young man, with skill and potential to be great, all thrown away on a wish for a bit of a break from all the thinking and all of the work. Oh, honey, it’s too late to back down, now. The magic has already been enacted. Just know that there’s a price to pay, though I don’t think either of you would be particularly dissatisfied by what you end up with.

    You open your eyes and suddenly you’re standing in front of a gym. Your boyfriend is beside you, but he seems almost different. His formerly bright eyes are dull, and he has a bit of a dopey look on his face. He looks around, but his eyes just glide over everything, almost like he’s not really paying all that much attention. And then he sees the sign for the gym and chuckles, the sound deep  and utterly devoid of any intelligence.

    “Bruh,” he grunts. “Let’s go in already. Can’t wait to fuckin’ pump these bitches,” he says, flexing his bulging biceps right in front of your eyes. The sight of it turns you on, and as your cock hardens in your track pants, you feel your mind fogging up ever so slightly. “Bro, like come on, we don’t have, like, all day,” your boyfriend insists.

    Despite your better judgment, you follow him into the gym, and immediately the sound of pounding music assaults you and your senses. A small, brainless smile spreads across your boyfriend’s face and his eyes go unfocused. He stands there for a moment, mouth slightly agape.

    You can hear him breathing through his mouth, and that fact sends another pang of pleasure through your cock. Your mind keeps getting foggier and foggier. You try to grasp for your intelligence, but it keeps slipping away. Your thoughts keep going slower and slower, becoming simpler with every passing moment.

    It feels good. So good to listen. You look at your boyfriend as a smile to mirror his breaks across your face. He grabs you by the hand as he strips off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in just his sneakers and snapback. You do the same, going down to your jockstrap as you walk into the next room of the gym.

    You don’t find a gym, however. You find a veritable orgy. You see couples, pairs, performing typical exercises but in a much more erotic fashion. A guy is doing burpees, sucking on a cock with every rep, and nearby a man is doing push ups, with his cock sinking into a moaning twink’s hole every time he lowers himself to the ground.

    You chuckle dumbly. “Bruh, you should like, probably get on the bikes. You like those, right, babe?” your boyfriend says. You giggle, vapidly. Yeah, you love the bikes. The bikes are great. There are no seats. Instead, there are big floppy dildos that the rider can bounce up and down on while working out.

    Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend doing bench presses while a hung personal trainer stands behind him, cock out. Every time your boyfriend does a rep, the trainer lets him suck on the cock resting across his face. It’s so hot you can’t help but spray the bike with your cum, adding to the layer that’s already built up on the equipment.

    Your boyfriend and you are definitely not going to have any trouble with stress from now on, and I bet with the guy like that helping him out, he’ll be hot and cut in no time. ;)

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    Pink fairy, would you mind helping me out? I’m tutoring this jock; he has potential to do really well in class, but it seems like is content cruising by. I try pushing him, but he wants me to chill out. I’m willing to give him a bit of my intelligence to help him out. Can you help us?

    See, here’s the problem with you nerds. You think that academics is the be-all and end-all of things. But that’s not really the truth. It doesn’t take a fairy to know that unless you’re going into academia that university grades don’t really matter. It’s good enough to just take the passing grade and move on. But you’re so used to the expectations on you now that you don’t think that’s acceptable, do you? Well, I’m sorry to say, but I think that your jock friend has the right of it. Why stress himself out chasing after a perfect GPA when there are so many other things that he could be doing with his life?

    Oh, that’s not to say that I won’t take you up on your offer. I exist to fulfil the hottest, gayest fantasies, after all. I’m just saying, don’t be too surprised if it doesn’t have the effect that you want it to. After all, just making someone more intelligent says nothing about what they’ll be doing with that intelligence. You’re not changing his personality, you know.

    Honey, it’s too late to back out now. The process has already started. An equivalent exchange. Some of your smarts for some of his body. And then, on top of that, my price for going through all of this trouble for you. Can you feel it? Yeah, just look down at that homework you have in front of you. What does this big word mean? Oh, you don’t remember? That’s good. I can tell you’re getting nervous, you’re starting to get panicky. Why can’t you figure out how to do this simple division, that basic addition?

    Haha. Don’t worry. You’re feeling fuzzy. Your head is starting to get foggy. I can see your eyes glazing over. You feel hot now, don’t you? Horny all over? Can you feel your ass swelling? Yeah, I thought I’d throw in a nice bonus bubble butt. You’re going to need it, after all, with how dumb you’re going to end up being. Little slut like you will be too stupid to work in any industry.

    You might think that construction work is pretty braindead, but you’ll be wrong. Your dumb ass would be a liability on those sites, so don’t even think about it. Actually, why don’t you stop thinking, period? It would feel so much better. Yeah, just give in to that pink cotton candy getting shoved in your head. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Just slowing your thoughts down. Making sure you don’t listen to them.

    You’re getting so dumb now, aren’t you? Makes it so much easier to just listen to someone else tell you what to do. Makes it so much easier to let someone else think for you. Don’t worry. The jock you’ve been tutoring has always been pretty smart. He’s just never wanted to apply himself. You’ve just made him much smarter. I bet he’ll know exactly what to do with your ass.

    And I bet you’ll love what he does. Well, have fun with your new life my dumb slut. I don’t think you quite accomplished what you wanted. The jock seems to want to focus more on fucking you and using you the way you’re supposed to be used than on his academics.

    But with all the extra brainpower you’ve given him, I’m sure that he’ll find a way to be successful. After all, he’ll have a pretty slutty ex-nerd on his hands. The perfect camera whore. ;)

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    Cliff thought it was pretty stupid. An urban legend passed around from camboy to camboy because that’s just how things survived. Everyone was terrified of even making the finger-guns on-stream because they were afraid it was going to happen to them. The chats usually offered a lot of money for the camboys to go through with it, though.

    Cliff had just finished talking to his chat about it. He’d gone off on a long tangent about stupid people and letting their stupid superstitions cheat them out of their money. A couple of people in the chat were pretty vocal about the urban legend being real, but for the most part Cliff ignored them. At least until they started offering larger and larger tips for him to do it.

    So that was how he ended up with a finger-gun to his forehead. If he was being entirely truthful, there was a small part of him that was afraid something was going to happen. There was a small part of him that advised him not to do it on the off-chance that it might work. But he had just gotten an offer of $5000 to do it, and he wasn’t about to waste the chance to get $5000 when all he had to do was prove a stupid superstition false.

    “Pew,” he said, making a shooting motion with his fingers. A chill traveled down his spine as he felt something sharp and cold lance through his head. His eyes widened and he looked at his fingers in surprise. He moved to type something to chat, but as he looked at the keyboard, he could only tilt his head. He knew that he should know how to type, but for some reason he couldn’t figure it out.

    Cliff looked at the chat and then realized that the words and letters were blurring together. For the first time in his life, his mind was quiet. “Uuugh…” He groaned, feeling his cock growing hard in his pants as he futilely tried to grab at the few stray thoughts making their way through his largely empty brain now.

    Maybe he should have listened to his friends. Oh well, too late now. He’s the lucky winner of the himbo roulette, and as his eyes glassed over, and he slipped his underwear down to his ankles to shake his butt at the camera, the chat realized what had happened and cheered. Not that he’ll ever know that, now. And the $5000 he had been offered? He was never going to get it.

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    Rob had worked hard on his body. Fifteen years of training and strict diet had given him a body to die for. Huge arms and legs. An abdomen of steel. It only sucked that he had to make do with a stupid desk job. He was good at it. It paid well. It wasn’t mind-numbingly boring. But it wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing at this age.

    He was working when it happened. He had been feeling a bit ill-at-ease even before coming to work. Especially after the gym. He’d seen quite a few of the bubble boys on the treadmills, and they had all looked at him as though they knew something he didn’t.

    Halfway through typing up an email, he felt like his clothes were unnecessarily restrictive. He ignored the sensation. It was okay for a while, at least until it felt like his clothes were strangling him. He tore off his shirt, first, not noticing that his broad chest had shrunk, that the sleeves were hanging loosely around his smaller-by-far biceps.

    Rob’s pants were the next to go. Then his boxer-briefs. He nearly screamed when he saw himself in the mirror, all the muscles he’d worked on for years gone all of a sudden. All of his body hair had disappeared, too. He nearly panicked, but then a new sensation, a new overwhelming drive took over.

    He fell to the floor with a loud thump, unable to help it as his hand travelled down his slender side to cup his ass. He felt like there was a fire inside him. And his throat was parched. He knew what he needed, but there was none of it nearby. He moaned, loudly, like a wanton whore, while he fingered himself. It would have to do for now.

    Sudden-onset Bubble Boy Syndrome, it was called, the responding paramedic explained to Rob’s boss, and to Rob himself, while Rob was suckling on his cock and his colleague was ramming the new bubble boy hard. Old Rob would have understood what it all meant, but he was too busy thinking about cock and cum.

    He would always be too busy to have another smart thought. For the rest of his life.

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    What’s a pool party without bubble boys to fool around with? Ever since the virus struck and spread throughout the population, things have been somewhat different. Looking into the virus, its causes, possible cures, and methods of prevention stopped a long time ago when it became pretty clear that asking too many questions about the virus got you infected with it.

    There was talk of quarantine, of course, even after the first few proponents of it ended up brainless sexed-up sluts. But by then, so many were infected and undergoing the change that it was a logistical nightmare that no one wanted to deal with, so it was left alone. The bubble boy virus became just another fact of life, but its pervasiveness brought with it a tide of cultural change.

    One of the more dangerous new fads are bubble boy pool parties. Although they started out innocently enough, pretty much as an excuse for the immune to have a bit of fun with bubble boys in the summer. Not that bubble boys needed much of an excuse to have a little bit of sexual fun in any season, but the idea of pool parties seemed to appeal to them in the extreme.

    It wasn’t until the uninfected started getting in on the fun that the real trouble started. No one knows how the first uninfected bubble boy pool party started, people think it was men who were jealous that the immune could so freely have fun with bubble boys, or maybe it was someone who just desperately wanted to play with bubble boys, but the end result was the same.

    Bubble boy pool parties became a huge fad, especially among groups of the uninfected that had a dumbing down kink that wanted to contract the virus. These days, those parties are a veritable Russian Roulette, and it usually took a few weeks before anyone realized who had gotten infected.

    These guys managed to get four bubble boys to attend their pool party, although they couldn’t quite wait for their friends to get there before getting the fun started.

    I wonder if they’ll get infected. Oh well, guess we’ll find out soon enough. ;)

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    Ian was a red-blooded man. He knew it. He just knew it. He had fire in his veins and that couldn’t have made him anything more than an Alpha male. It’s why he had chosen to work out on one of the platforms in the gym. Show off for the bubble boys that were busily trying to lift their pansy weights while really just wanting to do squats over the much-contested dildo-poles that made up a large portion of the gym floor.

    Near everyone was naked, but that wasn’t much of a surprise anymore. There were still a few holdovers from the old world, pitiful, repressed, conservative men who thought that everyone should wear clothes. Public nudity laws had been pretty much repealed because they became unenforceable. What were the cops to do? Round up all the bubble boys who loved to strut practically or actually naked in the streets? Nah. There were too many, now.

    Ian was one of the first generation of men that had never known women. He knew that his father had been an omega, but that didn’t matter. His father had been a surrogate. He had been raised by two Alphas that had, against all odds, fallen in love with one another. He had drank in their masculinity and he definitely had the body to show it. He wasn’t no bubble boy and he made sure the gym-goers knew it.

    And he knew that the bubble boys loved men in gear, so he wore some whenever he decided to work out. He had every intention of taking home one of the bitches, bedding them, and showing them how a real man’s cock could make them squeal. But little did he know that there was another man, an actual Alpha watching his displays of superiority from the shadows, snickering.

    Mark had amused himself long enough watching Ian pretend to be a real man. He was a carrier for the virus, and anyone who didn’t have the Alpha gene immunity would succumb as soon as he bred them. By the end of the day he was sure that he would have Ian bent over the platform, making the bubble boys envious as he pummeled that sure-to-be tight hole with his large, leaking, superior alpha cock.

    When Mark was done with Ian, Ian would realize that muscles didn’t make him an Alpha when there was a dripping boycunt between his ass cheeks. And he was going to enjoy fucking the brains out of Ian a lot. The pretender had liked to boast about his intellectual prowess, lording his superiority over the bubble boys. But not for long. Mark was going to fuck Ian so hard, Ian’s brain was going to turn to mush.

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    He had once been a promising athlete. A quarterback, even. His biggest asset was his height, and his bulk. Even in high school, he’d been a pretty big guy, easily the most intimidating person on the field. In college, he was the stuff of other players’ nightmares. His own team’s wet dreams, yes, but he was an utter terror to the others.

    All that has changed, now. He had been a pretty homophobic dick, and he had shown no humility with regard to his near-perfect GPA even when he was investing a lot of time and effort into his football career. He’d taken every opportunity to loudly and boisterously boast. He tooted his own horn almost aggressively. No one in their right mind spoke up against him, though. No one wanted to get snapped in half over his knee.

    But with the advent of the bubble boy virus, the world quickly changed around him. With football players succumbing left and right, people started looking at him as though he’d be the next. He got angrier and colder. He even beat someone up calling them a fag at one point, which got him suspended. Eventually, the rumors came true, and he lost everything that he once prided himself on. He remained tall, but his muscles melted away, leaving him mostly gangly. It was like all the meat went to his ass.

    His brain melted, practically dripping out of his ears in the middle of class. He had to be tutored. Then, he had to take remedial classes. They weren’t very effective. He listened through one ear, but it went out the other. There was nothing to catch the words in between anymore, after all. Most tutoring sessions ended like this, him naked, bent over something, begging quietly with his eyes and a bit lower lip to get fucked up his new favorite toy—his ass.

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    Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes. "You sure youre in the right place son?" He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. "Sorry but you're not ready for this job yet, come back when you are." Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn't focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren't fitting right. His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he'd find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn't realize he was now 6'2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes. He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine. A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.


    Do you think you could see about turning me into a dumb gym bunny?

    That’s easy enough. It just starts when you go to the gym. You might not even notice it at first, but your workout clothes are starting to change. As you lift weights, your shirt fades into a sheer tank top. Your sweatpants shorten, creeping up your legs until they’re tight short-shorts. By the time you finish your first set of reps, you look in the mirror and you see a little twink in slutty clothes looking back. 

    That’s when some of the other weight lifters notice you. They’re big beefy guys, tall, broad, so strong. So sweaty. One of them comes over to stand next to you, pretending not to notice you as he lifts a dumbbell up over his head. With his armpit exposed, you smell his sweat and it makes your head swim. 

    You grab some dumbbells and start lifting too. You can see your self changing in the mirror.  Every time you lift it, your arms get thicker, and stronger. But something’s draining out of you: your mind’s getting dull, stupid, giddy. 

    “Looks good bro,” says the bodybuilder.

    “Thanks dude,” you say in a deeper voice than you’re used to. What’s going on? You should stop. You know you should. You’re getting so stupid. But you can’t – with each lift, your body’s getting hotter and hotter.

    “Gonna turn yourself into a real dumb gym bunny if you keep going,” the bodybuilder grins.

    “Fuck yeah,” you smile back, your big buck teeth showing. Did you always have those? You can’t remember. Who cares. Just lift. Keep going. Keep counting. What number comes next? You forgot how to count.

    You set the weights down and when you look back up in the mirror, you see whiskers on the side of your face. You laugh. Dumb bunny.

    “You wanna spot me, bro?” you ask your new friend, and he nods.

    You lie back on the weight bench, and he stands above you, his crotch touching your forehead. You grasp the barbell to do your bench presses. With each thrust, you feel your ears twitch and grow and surge. Furry. Tall. A dumb gym bunny’s.

    By the time you set the bar down, your ears are fully grown. You sit up and feel a twitch over your ass – reaching back, you feel your new tail. It’s a thick puff of fur, and it matches the tail on your new friend. “Nice,” he says. “You wanna get your paws next?” 

    “Yeah bro,” you say, and soon you’re doing squats, feeling your thighs thicken with muscle and your feet expanding in your shoes. The canvas of your sneakers tears away, revealing huge floppy furry paws. You set down the barbell you’re holding and reach down to feel them – so big and strong!

    “You’re so fuckin hot as a bunny, dude,” says the bodybuilder, and you flex your powerful new body for him.

    He falls to his knees to smell your crotch – so musky and damp. There’s no mistake – you’re an alpha gym bunny. It’s what you were born to me. In charge. Huge. Strong. Stupid. Free of your dumb human life.

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    It didn’t take much for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his presence.

    “Well at least some things don’t change,” he mumbled to himself.

    Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.

    “Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.

    “Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this. The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to say.

    “First time here, lil buddy? Pretty intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”

    Calvin just nodded. He stared back at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to train. You gotta look confident.”

    “But I…

    “Don’t wanna hear it.” He completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?” Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want you to give me an intimidating stance.”

    “What?” Calvin had no idea what that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”

    “No negatives!” Calvin wanted to interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want to let him down.

    Giving his best bad boy attitude, Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man. You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.

    “And tip you head up a little bit.”

    Calvin looked at his face again. Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so much better that way.

    “And flex.”

    In an instant Calvin flexed his entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged. His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard work to others?

    “YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.

    “Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t seem to mind.

    “Nah man. Shit like that happens all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.

    “Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?” Calvin quipped back.

    “Dude! I wish! But can’t. Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about something else.

    Once upon a time - well… it was about three years ago, around midnight, when Daniel noticed a man tampering with his mums garden. Daniel thought he was trying to steal the garden gnome and so he went back to bed. In the morning, the gnomes were still there but the dirt seemed irritated. The first few flowers sprouted just months after it was planted, and those flowers released a chemical into the air that Daniel seemed drawn to, as he spent more time hanging around them with little picnics or hanging with his mates. The slim boy didn’t have any reason but the alluring smell the flowers had, as to why he loved them. What he didn’t notice was each time he was around, his body became more toned up, and his mind was slowly getting reprogrammed. His muscles swelled to a lean physique, his abs slowly pushing out and his legs becoming thicker. Each night, Daniel would rub his growing pecs and pinching his newly sensitive nipples, groaning and moaning as his enlargened and sensitive dick was getting jacked off by his warm, smooth hand. Men of muscle were slowly engraved into his brain permanently - their large dicks and beautiful rack-like pecs flooded his mind as he fertilized the dirt with his seed, an incredible orgasm rocking his body every time. Nowadays, Daniel - now going by “Danny” - likes to stand by the plants as he pulls down his short shorts, his smooth body warm in the sunlight, and bask in the euphoria of the flower pollen. Dannys body grew to a perfect, flexible piece of meat, his ass rounding into a juicy bubble butt, and his lips plump for sucking dick. It wasn’t until his 21st birthday that the man who planted the “Himbo Polly” plant that night, came back to claim his himbo slut, who was bottoming on a pink 11 inch dildo behind the bushes - finding he couldn’t cum. Eager, Danny followed the man, feeling a fire inside of him and an itching in his ass as he now had someone to call master, who could help him in more ways than one. The end.


    ‘Holy shit this thing is tight. Do I have to wear it?’

    ‘Yes boy, now that you have taken the himbo potion and you’ve dumbed down enough this will be your uniform while you clean the house for me. I have to earn money for us. Your job is to maintain the household and look good.’

    ‘I do look good, hehe. Me dumb. Me strong, Me horny.’ 

    ‘I see the dumbing down is finished. I will fuck you later boy. Now take that shirt off and go iron my clothing.’

    ‘Yes sir! Hehe.’

    On Tour

    “What are they doing in my bedroom? Why does it take so long?” mumbled Ben

    He raised his armpit, smelling some unfamiliar odor

    “Is this my smell? Fuck, I’m reek,”

    “Well, with biceps this massive, definitely it will reek. This biceps are not made over night tho,” he chuckled to himself, rubbing his abs

    “Wait…..this is not right…..since when do I have abs?”

    He patted his defined belly once more and then,

    “Yeah, I kinda stop working on my core, but it’s still there, better work on it before it becomes those silly looking beer gut,”

    “Fuck, what are they doing in my room? JAKE, ELLIOTT…….oh fuck, am I being too loud? Never expect my voice to be that deep……” said Ben, clearing his throat and then also his mind, “My voice is always been that deep, what is wrong with me this morning?”

    He stands up from the couch, heading to his room and at that very moment, his feet grow until it reaches a good size 13. Ripples of hair sprouted all over his now strong legs and quads and those leg days result also manifested in his now melon-sized butt that looked so round yet juicy at the same time. Expecting to found a pair of dweeb in his room, Ben stepped back for a moment when he sees Zach posing in front of the mirror with his perfectly jacked body only covered by overly loose pink tank top

    Then all in a sudden, another huge guy, Loic, stuffed in his clearly too small hoodie that smelled like extreme workout popped behind Ben and said

    “Move inside, fag,”

    They grin ear to ear when they see Ben, a huge bottom to fulfill their hunger for sex during their tour all around USA to compete in one bodybuilding competition to the other. It’s always perfect to bring your own personal slut during a long road trip