Author: practicalpangolin

the-craftsman:

Finding himself at a loss for words, Jack couldn’t believe he was standing here, in his own kitchen simply glancing down at the new ‘Craftsman Cutlery’ set that had been gifted to him this morning. He was a terrible cook, and was hoping that he could improve, but improvement was to come in many ways. As he put on the apron, somewhat confused as to why it had the picture of a man’s torso on, he began cooking, his hands started to swell as a richer skin tone overcame them. He didn’t seem to notice as this tone travelled up his arms, thickening his biceps somewhat as he continued to cook, every dish, every seasoning, every move becoming more and more perfect as sweat travelled down his growing brow, his face becoming more chiselled as his eyes blinked to become a deep and rich brown, even deeper brown hair pushing out among his jawline.

As he continued, he was surprised to finish his dish, bending his calves somewhat as he felt them feeling somewhat heavier, much to his confusion. It was only when he looked down at his arms, and the finished perfect turkey in front of him that he was confused, shocked as he quickly tried to take the apron off. But as he did so, with his ass protruding and his dick thickening, he felt his hands ripped them off, staring upwards as a smile came onto his new face. He was proud, no longer resistant as his feet lengthened under the table alongside his cock, he stared at the mirror that had somehow appeared across the room and glanced at his new body, the apron now exactly matching his own torso, and as the changes finished, he winked. Jack wanted to improve at cooking, but it turned out the cutlery set improved much more than just that. Bon appetit.

the-golden-opportunity:

“Dad, seriously,” Mitchell rolled his eyes, “You cannot leave the house wearing that outfit.”

“What?” his father said. He leaned back on the step of their front porch and spread his legs wide open. Mitchell’s face turned a serious shade of red. “Isn’t this what the kids are wearing these days?”

“No, Dad!” he said, “That is not what ‘the kids’ are wearing these days.”

“Even the gay ones?” his dad winked, “Because you know I’m, like, super gay now.”

“I know, Dad,” Mitchell said, “Trust me, I know.”

He was beginning to deeply regret messing around with that old spell book he’d found in his grandmother’s attic. Just when he thought he was getting good at deciphering the old spells, he’d gone and tried this one. And he had fucked it up royally. 

The spell was supposed to have temporarily transformed his father into a hot young stud that Mitchell had then planned on using as a personal sex slave for the weekend. Even better, the second part of the spell was supposed to erase all of his father’s memories of the experience. 

The way Mitchell had envisioned it, he would have been able to use the spell to transform his father into a different stud every weekend, have his way with him, and then transform him back on Monday morning like none of it had ever happened. For a horny young teenager, it was practically a dream come true.

But perhaps it had been too complicated of a spell. 

To Mitchell’s credit, the physical part of the transformation had gone exactly as expected. In a poof of smoke, his stodgy old pot-bellied father had become a bright-eyed young man with a sexy, musclebound body. But something had gone wrong with the mental part of the transformation.

It was if his father was completely aware that the spell had transformed him into a sex-hungry young hunk, but he was also totally okay with it at the same time. It was really fucked up. Now, Mitchell didn’t know what to do with him. 

“Can you just go put some clothes on?” he said, “Some of your old clothes? Until I can figure out how to change you back?”

His father just leaned back on the steps a little bit more, spread his legs open even wider, licked his lips, and gave Mitchell a seductive wink.

“Oh come on!” he said with a breathy voice, “You know you don’t wanna change me back! I’m, like, way more fun this way!”

Then, to really seal the deal, he said, “Come on, Mitch. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Well, on second thought, Mitchell realized, maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

lixpex:

Wayne the Wizard has cast his annual Halloween spell at the frat party, making all the boys turn into their costumes for the evening. Oh, and making them all gay, and extremely horny.

So instead of two bright, promising college students, we now have a horny gay cowboy and a brainless, horny surfer dude. Wayne’s getting all the video cameras set up – the real festivities are about to begin.

Source: guysineedtofck