Author: practicalpangolin

harvzilla:

Nobody at the gym could quite explain what happened to your personal trainer Chet. He’d just gone home with some big-titted bimbo at the bar and come in the next day a little unfocused, unable to remember the routines. 

You knew something was definitely up when the day after Chet kept giggling uncontrollably and you had to practically lead him to every machine to spot you. Not only that but he had a hell of a pec pump considering it wasn’t chest day and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his nipples. 

By day 3 Chet was just mostly staring blankly as you worked out. His pecs looked massive and bounced with each of your reps, sometimes eliciting a small pleasurable grunt from him. Part way through the bench press you realized he was just staring at your crotch and drooling. You put down your weights, this had to stop. 

“Listen Chet I’ve got a girlf-” you put your hand on his chest and felt it sink into his massive hairy pec flesh. You swallow dryly as his other hand tugs one of his fat nipples and you’re drawn to the hairy gulf between them. When you notice Chet’s rock hard in his gym shorts you peel away and head home. 

On day 4 Chet doesn’t show up for work. The guys at the gym ask you to swing by his place and you know you shouldn’t but you can’t help yourself. Last night your girlfriend had so many problems and ideas and her body felt so flat you couldn’t even get it up. 

The door to Chet’s apartment is cracked open and a groaning sound is coming from inside. All it takes is seeing Chet on his couch, sucking the nipple of his own massive pec as he rubs one out for you to strip off your clothes and forget your girlfriend. You need this big-titted himbo for yourself. 

Of course a full day of fucking makes it pretty easy to not notice how light headed you’re getting…or that tingle in your nipples. 

the-craftsman:

“Aw fuck!” He moaned as he found his dick beginning to enlargen, his face had already changed from the masseuse that was massaging his body and now rubbing their oiled hands down over their growing shaft. Mike, entered The Craftsman Spa in order to get some rest and relaxation, but he never expected this.

Chris Evans stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around their lower waist as they began massaging Mike before he could stop. As the oil spread, their body grew, their dick becoming erect and now being rubbed by Chris Evans himself. Mike could barely focus, hearing something about Chris Evans telling him that he needed a clone to film some movies for him whilst he could take some rest and relaxation for himself.

The more horny Mike grew, the more he found himself changing. As pre-cum leaked from his penis, his feet grew, as he felt himself getting closer to cumming, his face changed, facial hair growing as his hair receded. He could barely contain himself as he suddenly found himself cumming, multiple orgasms striking him at once as new thoughts came into his mind. The real Chris Evans thanked him for the holiday and his head going down, lapping the dripping cum from the large penis head.

This was a massage Mike- no, Chris, was not expecting, but he loved it all the same.

Ooh, love it.

choninshi:

hypnopup:

I’d seen him come into the diner every night this week—always during my shift. He’d camp out in a booth near the back with his laptop and a stack of books. Some grad student, I figured. 

Always the same cocky attitude. Always the same shitty tip. So every night, I’d add a little bit more of the serum into his coffee. Watching as he started to bend down and lick his plates clean with his tongue. And sniff at my hand whenever I brought over a new mug.

When I brought him his check tonight, I’d slipped my hand under his shirt and scratched his furry stomach. Dick hardening painfully in my slacks as he panted happily. I eyed his plates—licked clean.

“Good boy,” I whispered. He moaned softly and I his cock tent his pants. It was time.

“Come,” I said. And started walking out. He hesitated for a second, then followed at my heels. Not bothering to hide his erection.

He was silent on the ride to my apartment, looking back and forth between me and his still hard dick. Curious. Confused. Horny. 

I pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt—locking the door, then addressing my new boy.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Steve…” he said, voice trembling. “Steve.”

“Huh, no. I don’t think that’s right.”

“It…isn’t?”

“Nooo. Your name is Sparky.”

“Spar…ky? Uh. No, I’m—”

I stepped closer to him and he bowed his head, meekly. I started rubbing his neck, then scratching behind his ears. Sparky’s shoulders relaxed and he leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I was slowly undoing his pants.

“There we go, that’s a good boy. You’re a good boy, right?”

“Yes sir.”

I pulled down his pants, and let his hard cock bounce out. “A good little puppy with a nice big cock, apparently.” 

His chest puffed out at the compliment. And I rewarded him with a few swift tugs.

“But that’s weird. Don’t puppies stay on all fours?” Slowly, I pressed on the back of his neck. Bringing him down, down, down. Till his knees were on the floor and his ass in the air. 

His eyes flashed with almost-realization. But as I kept toying with my pup’s big dick, I saw the fear overtaken by animalistic horniness. His eyes glazed over as he started pumping into my hand.

“That’s a good boy. A good dog.”

He whimpered. Loud. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Half man, half pup. Snapback still on his head. 

“Look at that big, meaty ass. Good boy!”

He couldn’t help himself. He wagged. Excited by the compliment from his new master.

“Attaboy. Play with your big cock for me, Sparky. Show me what a slutty puppy you are. Looks like you won’t be finishing the semester. Too many dicks to suck, huh?”

Sparky arched his back and started rubbing his dick for me. Moaning and whimpering like the horny pup he was.

Should’ve tipped. 

Unnf. Woof!

Source: hypnopup

the-craftsman:

He had put on the suit and all things changed for him. He couldn’t help it as he stripped away the blazer, finding himself more horny as his muscular strength continued to build underneath. He only looked into the mirror to spot his face changing, and you had witnessed all the changes, sitting there as he began to strip and expose the changes of his body.

In ways he tried to resist, adjusting his tie, checking his shirt, but in many ways, it didn’t work. He couldn’t help himself from pleasuring the large erection he had and when he spotted your bulge too, he knew he would have to give in to his true sexy desires. He was a muscle daddy, flexing his pecs to make them grow, checking his biceps, even getting closer for you to see.

“You like this don’t you?” He simply asked and truth be told you probably did as he began taking off his shirt, continued flexing as he added his little comment; “I’ll put the soon on you too, don’t worry, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” Until then, watch him strip…and enjoy.

the-craftsman:

Within, The Craftsman Studio, every room is designed to make you horny, to build upon your lust and see the results. That’s exactly what occurred right here in The Craftsman Spa. Two men, both had been eyeing one another had simply had a kiss in the bathroom and that’s when everything began.

Men after men piled onto each other’s bodies, as their hands rubbed along the first, clothes were torn away, muscle became leaner, thicker, bigger, bulkier, all kinds of shapes and sizes to attract everyone that was within the forming orgy. Their penises, all of them, getting longer and harder, rubbing against one another.

One of the men grew a thick beard, the hairs curling onto the neck of another, another man felt his own clothes tease him, his underwear rubbing against his growing dick as it tore away from him. Soon the groans filled the bathroom and attracted everyone and anyone that heard it, or even read about it, making them horny as they desired it too – maybe you could join them.

ctfboi:

You know, when you said I’d be the team’s cock-boy I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I sure as fuck didn’t expect to have this monster between my legs.  I know it helps you guys focus not having to worry about your dicks, but having the dicks of the whole team merged into mine is kinda crazy.  I can barely move with this thing and I feel light-headed every time I get hard, which is all the time.  I guess I can get used to it, plus the whole team gives me some wicked handjobs after each win, so that’s a plus.  I’m not so sure about being dickless during the off-season though…

the-golden-opportunity:

“Dude, your ass is, like fully hanging out of your jeans right now,” I said, “You know that, right?”

“Uh huh,” he responded.

“And those tattoos.”

“Uh huh,” he bit his lip and looked down at his arm, which was etched with an intricate black and white design. He twisted it in the sunlight, admiring it as if it had always been there.

“And your body,” I said.

“It’s so sexy. Isn’t it?”

He pushed himself away from the railing of the balcony and threw his arms up over his head, putting his body on full display for me. He rolled his body up and down and gyrated his hips as if he was dancing to some sort of deep and sensual music that could only be heard by him. It struck me then that he’d make one hell of a gogo boy.

“It really is,” I confirmed, but the obvious boner in my pants had probably confirmed it for me. “Do you like being this way?”

“Mmm,” he moaned. Now, he had started running his hands along the solid muscles of the body I had given him. “I fucking love it.”

“Good,” I said. I was pleased that in addition to the physical changes, the mental changes seemed to have been turning out exactly as planned. “You’re going to make me a lot of money with that body, aren’t you?”

“I’ll do anything for a buck,” he winked. I loved the slutty, trashy voice he had chosen to start speaking with. “Or a fuck!”

He turned around and bent over with his ass in the air. It looked so fucking delicious in the jockstrap that I had him wearing. I licked my lips. I wanted to fuck him right then and there. 

“God damn,” I said.

I had turned my roommate into my own personal fuck toy, one that could be rented out by the hour, all with just a couple of magical pills. It was amazing.

“You’re too shy to do it out here on the balcony, huh?” he said. Ironic, since he himself had been quite the quiet, introverted sort himself before I’d given him the pills. “That’s OK, we can do it inside.”

He took me by the hand, totally confident, like he was a pro at this. I gladly followed him.