He knew that after the first minute his 15" tool was more than big enough, but it just felt so good to pump up he couldn’t stop. Before he knew it he was looking up at a cock twice as tall as his own body. That was when he realized that he had come this far, he might as well empty the tank.
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.
This is still the Halloween party I wish I could attend.
“You feel it too, don’t you bro?” my roommate said, pointing at me.
“Feel what?” I asked. “And what’s with all this sports equipment in here? And when did you start working out?”
I had come home to my formerly nerdy roommate in his underwear, rubbing his hands up and down his washboard abs- abs that he had never had before. Josh had been a geek like me as long as I’d known him; it’s why we moved in together in the first place. And now suddenly he was sporting “duh” face and calling me bro? What was going on? I felt lightheaded.
“There it is,” he grinned. “Right on schedule.”
“There what is?” I asked, frustrated. “Why are you acting like some dumb jerk-off jock?”
I think I needed to sit down.
“Dude, you won’t be so harsh in a bit when you join me,” Josh said.
“Join you in what?” I said, slurring my words slightly. My head felt like it was filling with cotton.
“Jockland!” he laughed, clapping his hands together. “It’s already happening. Where’s your shirt, bro?”
I realized that I was shirtless. I looked down to see my formerly scrawny frame slowly inflating, and a new treasure trail snaking its way down to my crotch.
“Dude…” I managed. “But… what?”
“Yeah man,” Josh said, rubbing the bulge in his underwear. “Stroke it like the jockboy you are.”
I realized that my hand had made its way to my crotch, my suddenly throbbing member aching to be released. I felt a dopey grin make its way onto my face.
“Fuck man,” I said, my voice deeper and duller than I remembered. “I feel like I’m getting dumber and shit…”
I could feel my hair spiking up with gel as a five o’clock shadow filled in. My pecs were sore, and I felt just… fucking bigger. Slower.
“Remember that guy I made fun of on campus for being a dumb jock?” Josh asked grinning at me. “Well, he sent me this canister of some kind of air spray that went off when I opened it….”
My biceps were swelling. I was getting fucking hot!
“And I guess there was still enough left in the air for you too, man, hah!”
My head was swimming. This was… wrong. Josh and I weren’t some meathead jocks… We were… smart, and… and….
“Breathe deep, bro.”
Something… in the air. It smelled… musky or something. My cock twitched.
“No!” I yelled. “I don’t want to be some dumb frat boy!”
“Too late for that man!“ Josh said, standing up and walking over to me. “I had it all wrong- being a dumb jock is awesome!”
Josh got down on his knees and yanked down my jeans.
“Dude! What the fuck-?”
I broke into a moan as Josh took my cock in his mouth. My hand rubbed my new, toned pecs as I arched my neck.
“Fuck bro,” I said. “That feels so good.”
Any resistance I had still managed to hold onto evaporated. I grabbed the back of Josh’s head with my new larger hands. His head bobbed up and down on my new enlarged member.
“Yeah man,” I growled. “Suck my fat, jockboy cock.”
I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths as my roommate put his new slack-jawed “duh” face to work.
Look, a jock bomb would be really hot to set off in some dorms and enjot the results…
I poured a bunch of the JOCKBOY serum in the pool just to see what would happen and I’m quite happy with the results. Now I’m gonna show them what a real JOCKBOY looks like, since I took a full dose on top of that.
Some fucking hot pool fun.
Yes, please, I want to dicosber where these these shrinking showers are because who knows what transformations the other shower heads might contain…
Pool Toy to Boy Toy [summer products]
Inflate yourself, forget everything, and really enjoy summer fun
WARNING: you will become a choking hazard
I’d like to become a choking hazard…
Brody giggled. “I feel so stupid,” he said, brushing his hand over his erect cock.
“That’s right,” I told him. “The bigger it gets, the dumber you become.”
“Oh man,” he said, looking down as his dick gained another inch. “I should be worried.” But he just laughed out loud as I reached down to run my finger along the bottom of his dick.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
“Uh, maybe you should,” he slurred, “but maybe just make it a little bit bigger.”
“You asked for it,” I said, and his dick surged up with size, reaching past his belly button halfway to his nipples.
Brody just burst out laughing. “So big!” he said.
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This kind of control is really hot.
I was new to hypnosis and needed a subject to practice on, and my roommate Brody volunteered.
“You’re not gonna doing anything weird, are you?” he said. He’d just come back from work and was wearing his mechanic’s overalls, smelling of sweat and grease.
“Nope, just relaxing,” I said, holding a sparkling crystal in front of him. “Just focus on the crystal and relax.”
“Relax,” he agreed, his eyes drooping. Was it working?
“You’re getting tired and cozy,” I told him.
“It feels so goooood,” he murmured. “Ohhh, man, can you make me feel stoned?”
“Yes, you’re feeling the most intense high of your life,” I told him. “You’re forgetting everything.”
“Forgetting?” he said, smiling at me and slowly scratching his head. I could smell the sweaty musk of his uniform when he raised his arm. “I like forgetting,” he said. “I guess. Feels good. So dumb.”
“So calm and serene,” I said. “No worries, no thoughts. Just a dumb happy slave.”
He giggled stupidly. “A slave? Uhhh okay,” he said. “Can I be your slave? I like you.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “Sure,” I said. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“Yeahhhh,” he sighed, unbuttoning his uniform and sliding a hand inside to rub his dick. Oh my God, this was turning him on! I should probably stop it.
“And now you’re waking up,” I said.
“No man,” he sighed. “I’m still fucking stoned. So dumb. Your slave. Your fucking muscle toy.” He started pulling off his uniform to show me his fit, hairy body.
“Wake up, Brody,” I said.
“No Brody,” he said, still undressing in a foggy trance. “Just two sloppy sluts, you and me.”
“Brody!” I said, holding the shiny crystal closer. “Wake up!”
He smiled lazily, pulling off his uniform to stand before me in his underwear.
“Gimme that,” he said, grabbing the crystal from me. Shit! I tried to yank it back from him but he waved it in front of my face and suddenly I felt so heavy and tired.
“Brody … don’t …” I said.
“Don’t worry, man,” he said, waving it back and forth. “I’m your slave. And you’re my handler.”
“I’m your … yeah,” I said. That sounded correct. I was in charge here, for sure.
“You’re the boss,” he said. “You take care of me.”
“You’re mine,” I agreed. “I own you.”
“Us two, we just fuck and work out and fuck,” he said.
“I’m gonna hit your ass so hard,” I told him. “Then we’re gonna get huge.”
“Yes sir,” he smiled. “I’m all yours to fuck with.”
“Come here, slave,” I said, grabbing him roughly and pressing my mouth against his, kissing him deeply and wetly. He dropped the crystal and my mind clouded over, the two of us reeling backwards.
Brody shook his head.
“What … what happened?” he asked.
“I, um, hypnotized you,” I told him. I really couldn’t remember, though. What had I done? What happened to my memories of the last few minutes?
“Oh yeah?” Brody said, rubbing his head. He smelled intensely of sweat, his nearly-naked body glistening before me. God, I was so lucky to have a slave like him.
“Yeah, you were totally under,” I lied.
Brody shrugged. “I dunno why you need hypno,” he said. “You know I’ll do anything you say.”
I smiled. He was always so obedient. “Good boy,” I said. “You ready to head to the gym?”
He grinned and grabbed his dick. “I’m always ready, sir,” he said. Then he reached over to grab mine, which was already hard in my pants. “And I’m always ready for what comes after.”
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Hypnosis that is taken over by the subject for the enjoyment of both? Yes, please!
“You don’t remember anything about the hypnotist?” I said, incredulous.
“No, nothing,” said Aaron. “Are you sure we even went?”
“He gave you a trigger word,” I said. “You don’t remember that?”
“What was it?” he said, scratching his head.
“Pup time,” I told him, and immediately I saw his eyes flutter. He smiled, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and fell to all fours.
“Woof!” he barked up at me.
“Good boy,” I said, petting his head. “Back to human.”
He fluttered his eyes again and stared up at me. “Holy fuck,” he said. “Did I just …?”
“You remember that?” I said.
“I do,” he said, slowly getting to his feet. “So weird. Can I use the trigger on myself?”
“Give it a shot,” I shrugged.
“Pup time,” he said, looking down at himself. Nothing seemed to happen, though the lights in the room kind of flickered. “Pup time,” he said again, rubbing his body. “Pup time?”
“Woof,” I barked, startling us both. I tried to speak again. “Arf!”
He laughed. “Dude! The trigger works on you! Pup time!”
I fell backwards on my ass, staring up at him, and whimpered. How could he be doing this to me?
“I wonder what other commands I can use on you. Who’s a hungry cocksucker?”
“Woof!” I barked indignantly, then realized just how hungry I was. My eyes drifted down to see his dick straining at his jeans, and I started to pant.
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Couple trigger phrases? Yes, please.
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