Dedicated

 

Brayden posed for his company photo, the young, arrogant finance bro eager to get his photo up on the wall. It had been easy for Brayden to get a job straight from college with his uncle knowing the boss and the head of recruiting being from the same fraternity. He was quickly given a respected position, a small team to manage and a six figure starting salary. However, Brayden wasn’t content with his generous salary as his spending habits, numerous parties and lavish lifestyle demanded more cash. After only a year his greed and entitlement got the better of him, he wanted more and he felt like he deserved more. Brayden found it relatively easy to gain access to the funds he desired and even easier to divert it to his pocket. It started off small with made up company expenses and as Brayden got away with taking more money he soon had two made up employee salaries that were going straight to his bank account. Brayden never really saw it as embezzlement but rather getting what he was owed and what he needed to satisfy his many girlfriends, fund his many vacations and maintain his penthouse property. Brayden was having the time of his life, fucking a different girl every night, partying with his best bro’s every weekend and living in pure luxury. Brayden felt on top of the world, that was until today when he had sauntered into his office and found a letter addressed to him on his desk. 

Influencer

Travis sat slumped on the edge of his bed in his cosy apartment, the walls were adorned with rainbow flags, posters of iconic gay activists, and shelves lined with queer literature that he cherished. At 22, Travis was a cute, hairy guy with a trim build that had proven to be very popular on dating apps. Travis sighed as he sat on his bed, his dark chest fur peeking out from the collar of his new t-shirt emblazoned with a supportive message for LGBTQ+ rights and a brand that donated to equality causes. He'd just posted a photo of himself wearing it, beaming with pride at a recent pride event recap, hoping this would be the one to boost his fledgling influencer career. But as he refreshed the app obsessively the likes trickled in at a pathetic rate, he barely had a dozen after an hour and with zero comments there was practically no engagement at all.


Travis’s heart sank, all his efforts on gay events, parades, activism, and book reviews felt futile. "Why bother?" he muttered to himself, the dream of building a community and making a difference slipping away like sand through his fingers. Disheartened and on the verge of tears, Travis stared at his phone screen. From a slight trembling lip he whispered a desperate wish aloud


"I just wish I could be successful on social media. Anything to make this work."

Dream

Austin couldn’t help but let out a little satisfied moan as he saw his favourite porn star had just posted, his free hand already pulling down his shorts and sliding into the pouch of his thong. It was only a picture of Malik, but it was of his beautiful black chiselled muscles, his handsome face with his alluring piercing stare and of course his thick, 10 inch cock and full pendulous balls fully on display. Austin has seen that giant cock thousands of times but still every time he saw it his hole twitched and his own much smaller cock started to grow hard. Austin thought Malik was perfect and his interest only grew when he found out that they lived in the same city. Austin was always vigilant at the local gay bars, always checking Malik’s socials to see where he hung out and always commenting on his posts in the faint hope that Malik would notice him and most importantly want to fuck him. 

Plumber

 Porter and Gideon had no idea that knocking on the next house would throw both of their worlds into disarray, they were just hoping to spread the good word of God to people in their community. How were they to know that they were about to knock on the door of a very agitated and very gay warlock who had become exceedingly frustrated with the pipes in his home. If both men had known they might have ran a mile but instead they plastered on their fake smiles and happily knocked away hoping for another soul to save, unfortunately it would be Porter and Gideon that would need saving as a slim, bewildered and angry bearded man opened the door.

“Good afternoon sir, do you have time for us to tell you the words of the lord and saviour?” Porter smiled.

Gideon smiled and looked at the hairy fellow in front of him and then at the home behind him. Scanning quickly he soon noticed the small rainbow flag poking out of a vase next to the door side table along with some keys and what looked like a book on frog anatomy. “We believe that God has a plan for all of his children and we hope to save those who are living in sin and get them back on the righteous path. Remember God loves you.”

The warlock, already annoyed, was about to slam the door on the pair of smiling idiots when the gurgle of his pipes once again echoed around his house, his magical attempts at fixing his home had continuously failed but now looking at the fools on his doorstep he had an idea. The warlock's face relaxed as he then feigned concern “Does he love me? Do you believe that you could save me?”

“Of course sir! Everyone can be saved by the love and teachings of our lord” Gideon responded happily sensing that they had possibly come across someone they could convert.

Holiday

 

Tyler smiled and posed for the picture as the sun shone down on him and the Brighton seafront. He was having the best time on vacation in England and the pier at Brighton along with the warm sand, blue sea and jolly atmosphere, made everything so picturesque and quaint. This town was so different from the busy, American cities he had spent most of his life in. The quaint little shops and cafes were a world away from the 24//7 convenience stores or line down the street bagel shops. Tyler couldn’t help but smile as a group of girls caught his eye and giggled to each other. At 6'2 with sun kissed skin, rippling abs from years of gym dedication, a chiseled jawline, and tousled dark hair the 28-year-old cocky stud had fallen head over heels for this quirky British seaside town and all the attention he was getting. Tyler stood in awe and began to picture himself living here. The salty breeze and the sweet smell of doughnuts and candy floss tickled his nose, the sounds of arcades and seagulls, the endless stretch of pebble beach and calm sea just made everything so perfect.


"Fuck, this place is perfect," Tyler muttered to himself, a smug grin plastered over his handsome face. "I wish I could stay here forever." 

Oblivious (Giant) 3

 

Kent happily pumped his cock as he spent another night in his apartment gooning to porn, this one was a particular busy scene with two busty blondes fighting over who would get to be fucked by the guy first. Kent grinned as he fantasised about being that man, having women fight over his cock, to be desired so much that two people wanted to fuck him at the same time. Kent grunted as he was on the verge of cumming as his wish exited his mouth “I wish I was in a threesome” he said as he shot his sad pathetic load into his hand and his 2 inch cock already started to deflate. Unfortunately for the gooner the Trickster had listened to his wish and was all too happy to grant it, with a snap of his fingers Kent was engulfed in green smoke.

Oblivious (Giant) 2

Jason has agreed to spend Christmas with Tamika’s family this year, they were more conservative and because they were not married yet Jason would be spending his nights in a different room from his fiance. However, Jason had a plan, using a shrinking potion, the effects of which would reverse with a kiss from the one you love, Jason would shrink himself down make his way to Tamika’s room and with a kiss he would be normal sized and they could spend the evening getting hot and heavy before sneaking back in the morning.

Oblivious (Giant) 1

Joel had always wanted to be on his local rugby team, but he never even had the courage to try out. Instead he would watch and fantasise about playing with the huge burly men, so much so that one night before bed he even wished for it. Closing his eyes before bed, he whispered “I wish I could be on the team.” 

Generation

 

Jake was a new streamer, he had always loved video games and the thought of playing them all day and making money seemed like the ideal career. However, he was not the only person to have this dream and in a saturated market and with no real charisma or charm to make him stand out, he was really struggling to make progress in his dream career. Jake knew he needed something to make him different, to make him seen, something that would get him featured and promoted. That was why Jake was so intrigued when he received an email with an invitation from a gaming studio called Flipside.


The email offered Jake the chance to be one of the first people to test their new game which he could do while streaming. The game would use him and his likeness to create his character - which was noted to be one of the most realistic and detailed aspects of the game - and then play it as a pioneer. Jake was very intrigued as the studio gave details about a fantasy RPG that had an entire world closely integrated with AI to mean no player had the same experience. All interactions with NPC’s would be different, the world and map was so large that it would be like exploring a whole new planet. Plus players would be allowed to do anything they wanted within the laws of the game, meaning if you wanted to fuck an orc or run a fur pelt business, the player could do that, the possibilities were endless. Jake was thrilled at the prospect and the invitation, the other thing that seemed to be a red flag was a small warning at the bottom that alerted potential players to the immersiveness of the game and the AI’s freedom, but to Jake they both seemed like positives.

Accident

 

Richard cheered louder as the protest reached its end point, in front of the factory itself. It had been for manufacturing car parts but now under new management all the workers had been laid off and an Ai was now running the whole operation. What’s more, instead of car parts, this new company - Flipside, was supposedly creating sex toys and other dirty sex paraphernalia, even worse they were gay sex toys. Richard wasn’t going to allow this to happen in his town, he needed to protect the children from the harmful LGBT invasion that was happening, so he had been shouting and screaming all day. He was now the most hyped up he had been standing near the gates, chanting songs and waving his American flag. However, it seemed that the others in the march had lost much of their enthusiasm now that they had reached the destination. While marching through town there were people to shout at, counter protesters to argue with, but now at the deserted end of town with many derelict buildings and no other people around it seemed pointless shouting at an empty factory, but not for Richard.


Richard tried to rally the others and tried to get them louder but many were now heading home having done their bit.


Richard started to become frustrated “It’s not over yet! Close it down! Close it down! C’mon everyone!” Richard was met with a couple of voices joining in but many were leaving, content with what they had done already to protest the factory, but not Richard. Richard looked at the factory, there were no people inside, just this Ai. If he could break in and disrupt production, destroy the Ai or anything to show that the people of this town were serious about this perverted factory he would be hailed a hero! Richard waited for more people to leave before shuffling around the side of the fenced off area, the wire fence was easy to climb over for someone of Richard’s athleticism. He had been a footballer for most of his youth and now worked out regularly and while also doing some personal trainer work on the side. Richard’s large muscles made it easy to pull himself up and over, what’s more, with one powerful kick from his tree trunk-like legs he was able to bash open a door at the side of the factory. 

Support 3

When James promised his boyfriend Julio that he would also support Spain in the world cup this year, this was not what he had planned. With a cheeky smile Julio had blew some green powder into his face and when the smoke cleared he was looking up at his giant boyfriend. Julio giggled as he picked James up and brought him to their bedroom mirror. James had begun freaking out as he saw himself as a pair of tiny briefs with the spanish flag emblazoned on them, but Julio just seemed to ignore him as he stepped into his legs holes and pulled James on. James’s face was stretched across Julio’s mammoth ass cheeks with his mouth and nose wedged deep into the crack. The sensory overload was mind breaking and James could no longer form a coherent thought as he smelled his boyfriend’s asshole and tasted his cock and balls in his mouth all while having his whole body stretched. 

Support 2

 

Brandon tried to scream but no voice came from his mouth, he tried to move but his whole being was paralysed, he tried to close his eyes but they were now perpetually open as he stared up at a familiar looking desk and ceiling. Brandon tried to think about what could of happened to him and where he was. The last thing he remembered was watching his favourite streamer, they had just left to go for a bathroom break and Brandon thought he was surprise him by buying his highest reward in the chat. Sure it cost him at least a years salary but to get the title ‘Most supportive sub!’ he just had to do it. However, as he clicked the option and spent the money he blacked out and now here he was forced to look up.

Support 1

“Please Liam NO MORE!”

Hole 3

“Are you sure babe? It might be a little ripe back there, I’ve been at work all day and you bought me those spicy cheese burritos for my lunch.” Denzel gave a weak smile as he spread apart his fat ass cheeks for his boyfriend, the wet sticky sound of his cheeks peeling apart making him a little embarrassed.

Hole 2

 

“Please baby I’m begging you! Just fuck me! I need to cum it’s driving me crazy. Please you are my goddess, I have been eating you out everyday for months now please just make me cum! I’m your bestest boy please baby my balls hurt so much. All I can think about is cumming, I’m just so fucking horny I’ll do anything for you my love, my goddess, my world!”

Rebecca stared at her husband, his legs up in the air his virgin asshole winking at her. His cute little face innocently pleading for a release he hadn’t experienced in nearly 10 months. He would do anything to cum now which is exactly what Rebecca had planned.

Hole 1

 

 

PLEASE CODY! Turn me back! Anything but this! I’m so sorry for calling you those names, I was drunk and stupid, just turn me back to human and I promise I’ll make it up to you! Come on we are frat brothers”

Cody twirled his transformed frat brother in his hand positioned just an inch away from his sweaty, poorly wiped hole, the once macho, muscled, six foot stud now nothing but a tiny little toy, ready to be inserted and enjoyed. 

Duty

 


The barracks yard was alive with the sharp crack of boots on gravel and the barked commands of drill sergeants. Captain Elias Carmel stood at the edge of the formation, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fresh batch of privates line up like scared rabbits. Beside him was Captain Harlan Rook, a grizzled veteran with a voice like thunder and a reputation for breaking recruits harder than anyone else. Both men had been friends for years, Elias was only visiting the barracks as he was passing through but couldn’t help looking at the new recruits.


"Look at these sorry sacks," Captain Carmel muttered, eyeing the trembling newbies.


“The worst bunch yet I reckon, at least there is one or two with some muscle on them.” Harlan responded looking at the huge 6 '6 private in the centre.


“I know you will give them hell and whip them into shape Harlan. You are legendary for your hazing and getting any recruit ready” Elias smiled before giving a great big sigh and looking at his watch.


“Everything alright Elias?” Harlan said, noticing his friends' change in tone.


“Look’s like I already have to leave, I have to get to the finance and supply meeting.” Elias sighed as he started walking with his friend beside him. “Then another meeting with maintenance, followed by an inventory meeting, then I have several reports and endless paperwork to complete.” Elias said crestfallen as he got closer to his car, he then paused and looked at the line of privates waiting restlessly for Harlan to address them. “You know sometimes I wish I could go back to being a private again, just a rifle, a ruck, and my friends” Elias said but as the final words exited his mouth a burst of green mist erupted in front of him covering himself and Harlan leaving them coughing and spluttering while a faint devilish chuckle of the Trickster echoed out.


When the smoke cleared Elias looked to his friend to see if he was alright, but Harlan stood tall and steadfast as if nothing had happened and instead of a look of concern in his face there was only derision and disgust.

Cruel (Giant) 3

 

Cruel (Giant) 2

 

Cruel (Giant) 1

 

Weak

 

 

 

Will flexed and posed in the gym mirror, his pump was incredible today and he couldn’t help pull off his shirt to get a better view of his muscles. His chest and arms looked huge as he flexed them, he looked over at the gaggle of yoga girls nearby and none even glanced his way. Will lifted up his arm and changed his pose to show off more of his gains, he grimaced slightly as he got a whiff of his rancid armpit, perhaps he should have put some deodorant on this morning. As he flexed a younger, shorter, leaner man with a higher pitched voice came over to him, he was wearing a gym uniform and was frowning.


“Sir you have to wear a shirt while in the gym, it’s our policy” The young man sighed, clearly not the first time he had said those words.


“Why? You jealous of the gains? Fuck bet you wish you could have a piece of this action. Now piss off fairy!” Will said mockingly as he positioned himself in front of the twink and flexed for the women again. This time he did get their attention but for all the wrong reasons, his arrogant and obnoxious, homophobic attitude being more than a major turn off as the women flipped their middle fingers at him and turned their backs to him. 

Strange

 

Detective Marcus Kane had spent a year infiltrating the criminal empire of Vinny "The Bull" Russo, a 300-pound mafia boss whose muscular bulk and slovenly habits made him a grotesque titan of crime. Marcus, a wiry 35-year-old with a chiseled jaw and a talent for blending in, was thwarted at every turn by Vinny’s paranoia and loyal goons. Marcus had managed to find a way into the organisation as a low level dealer but had found it impossible to get any closer to Vinny. Marcus had hoped tonight he would have got a glimpse of the titan as he hovered in the back of the warehouse, even if he could overhear part of a conversation it would be something to report. However, Marcus was left frustrated and disappointed once again as he was dismissed by a goon along with a rucksack filled with gear.

Show off 3

 

Show off 2

 

Show off 1

Wedding

 

Jack mulled around outside smoking a cigarette, he was surprised he was even a groomsman as he barely spoke to his sister these days. She probably just felt obligated to make him a part of the wedding but it was still awkward for Jack, he didn’t know the groom or his friends. That’s why he was mainly standing alone or finding excuses to go and have another smoke. Jack was admiring the beautiful gardens around him when a stressed looking bridesmaid dashed towards him.


“Oh thank god! You’re Jessica’s brother right?” She panted


“Yeah, what’s up?” Jack said taking a drag of his cigarette.


“Jessica is freaking out! I’m not sure if its cold feet or anxiety but she is a mess. Please you have got to calm her down! She is talking about cancelling the wedding!” The bridesmaid didn’t even wait for Jack’s response before grabbing his arm and pulling him along.


Jack tried to explain that he didn’t think he would be the best person but the bridesmaid was too stressed to listen, she just led Jack to a little room where Jessica had been getting ready.


“Here Jess I found you brother, I’ll go see if I can find Jenny.” The bridesmaid was already out the door before Jessica or Jack could say anything.


Jack turned to his sister who was visibly upset, he was unsure of how to comfort her and she seemed disappointed that he was the person that had been brought for support. Nevertheless Jack tried.

“Everything ok?” Jack said even though it clearly wasn’t.


“NO! I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to go out there, I don’t want to wear this stupid dress and I don’t think I want to marry Andre.” Jessica gushed, she barely stopped for breath as she continued to sob and let her emotions out. “Andre looks great, he is so handsome but I don’t know if I want to marry him. I mean the sex is great but he’s arrogant, lazy and can sometimes be an awful slob. I just don’t want to be this prissy little housewife cleaning up after him all day. Plus he keeps talking about having this massive family! Like 8 or 9 kids which is just the opposite of what I want. Oh God, I let things go too far! I don’t want this! I’m not sure I even love him!” Jessica then started to cry.


Jack had no choice but to awkwardly hug his sister. He had no idea what to say and certainly no way of helping his sister out of the situation, he just prayed that the bridesmaid would be back with some actual moral support and he could leave. Eventually his silence and his sister 's sobbing was too much for him to bear and he had to say something, pathetic as it was.


“I wish there was something I could do Jessica” Jack said sympathetically while hugging his sister. It was as he uttered his half hearted wish and attempt to soothe his sister that a wisp of green smoke materialised before him and before he could say another would the green vapour rushed down his throat and caused his body to tingle and his stomach to churn. 

Game

 

Oliver was sitting on the couch nervously waiting for his roommate Logan to come back to the apartment. He fidgeted restlessly, rehearsing the script he had created in his head about what he was going to say to Logan, it was his chance to finally change things and he really didn’t want to mess this up. Oliver and Logan had been good friends but over the last few years things had changed and both of their lives had taken different directions. Oliver had focussed on his education and working tirelessly to move forward with his career, while Logan had got into fitness, partying, casual hook ups and having as much fun as he could. This led the pair to accuse each other of being boring or irresponsible, causing arguments and spending less time together. What’s more Oliver had come out as gay and while Logan had said he was cool and supportive, Oliver would sometimes catch Logan making faces when he would talk about guys or make comments about Oliver staring at his muscular body. Oliver felt awkward and uncomfortable, which he never felt before around Logan. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Logan was always shirtless and rightly so he had worked hard on his body and looked amazing, his pecs were heavy, his biceps huge, his back wide, his ass plump and his legs thick. If they hadn’t been such good friends Oliver would have found Logan attractive but it wasn’t like that and even Logan joking about it made him feel weird.

Oliver could see as clear as day that the friendship he had shared with Logan for so many years was fading, his buddy was becoming a gym-obsessed party boy while he himself recognised that he was becoming more reserved and less fun. Oliver didn’t want to lose the relationship he had with Logan but all attempts to fix it had fallen flat and so Oliver had gotten desperate. While the two men had grown apart there was still something they did together and always had fun and that was playing video games. When their schedules were free and they could spend a whole day on the couch eating snacks, having a beer and playing against each other it felt like old times. However, even those moments were becoming more fleeting so when a pop-up appeared on Oliver’s phone about a new video game that was said to fix any problem between two people and was rated 5 stars, he brought it. 

Trigger 3

 

Trigger 2

 

Trigger 1

 

Nostalgia

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Blackmail

 

 

Alex had always played it safe. A 28-year-old accountant with a steady job, a decent apartment, and a girlfriend he'd been dating for two years, he wasn't the type to take risks. But lately work stress had been piling up, and after hearing a co-worker rave about how weed helped him unwind, Alex decided to give it a try. Just one time he told himself but if perhaps it helped then he could see himself trying it again. He didn't know any dealers, so he turned to a shady app he'd downloaded on a whim. That's how he connected with Jax, a self-described "local supplier" who agreed to meet in a dimly lit alley behind a rundown pub on the edge of the city. Alex did not enjoy going anywhere near this part of town, it was full of thugs and chavs, the buildings and council flats were rundown and everywhere you went you could hear an argument, screaming baby or a bunch of dodgy lads laughing and shouting. Alex wasn’t super rich or posh for that matter but he certainly was a snob and the quicker he could get out of this place the better. His style, his hair, his attitude was very different to anyone he saw as he walked behind the King George pub, it made him a target. Gripping his phone tightly he stood partially hidden between some bins and waited for this Jax to show.

 

Ruin

 
Hugo chuckled as he took a quick selfie in the sports car his dad had brought him. After the gym session this morning he looked massive, his pecs were glistening and his muscle tee barely covered his bulging body. He was definitely going to be getting his dick wet tonight, his fingers already swiping and sending off messages to a gaggle of girls he had been snapping. Stepping out of his car the 6’3 hunk tossed his gym bag effortless over his shoulder and walked to his front door, his phone already buzzing with responses. Opening the door Hugo kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag and threw his keys down. He was just about to pull down his sweats as well when he noticed a mysterious older man waiting for him in his recliner. Hugo instantly went into fight or flight mode, the pumped up gymbro still full of adrenaline and testosterone from his workout went straight into fight mode. Hugo lunged at the older man and intended to grab him by the collar of his white shirt but before he could even take more than a step. The older man spoke one word ‘Stop’ and Hugo’s body listened. For a split second Hugo thought he saw something like green smoke as the man stood up but as quick as he saw it, it was gone. Hugo tried to move, he tried to speak but his body refused to listen, instead he remained frozen looking at the man in the chair.

24/7

 Late morning… 11.00am


I’m pulled from the darkness and my whole body is thrown haphazardly, my world spins and stops as with a light slap I fall onto a bed, a bed I have seen thousands of times. As I try to focus, my sight finally finds my cruel, unforgiving but ultimately unaware master. He is stretching and I witness his muscular form glistening in the morning sun, many would have wished to be around such a perfect man… just like I did. Watching the adonis with his heavy pecs, bulging biceps, thick thighs and beautiful bubble butt unknowingly pose and give a private show of his perfect body. Unfortunately I now know his body far more intimately than any other and I wish I didn’t.

Unmasked

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Song 3

 

Song 2

 

Song 1

 

Complaint

 

Ethan was young, arrogant, jacked and a popular social media star. The attention he got from men wanting to be him and the attention he got from women who wanted to sleep with him was something he thrived off and only motivated him further to be the hot, muscular asshole everyone fantasised about. Surpassing nearly 3 millions followers with constant messages of compliments and adoring fans made his ego grow to monstrous proportions. Ethan thought he was the shit, the best looking, the smartest, the fittest and sexist man on the planet. So when he started to receive hate, people criticising his attitude and how he treated his fans and friends, Ethan’s ego wouldn’t allow it. He was a god to be worshipped not to be critiqued or mocked, Ethan fully believed he was a celebrity now and as such he should be treated accordingly. Ethan surrounded himself with people that only supported him and inflated his ego further, blocking anyone else and dismissing them as a hater. However, it still meant he was bombarded with messages in chat and on his posts calling him names or a phony. People started saying he was on steroids because of his killer abs, they said he was stuffing his pants because of his fat 8 incher he had, they even suggested he’d had work done because he looked so hot. Ethan found himself getting angrier and bitter, he would livestream but quickly become frustrated and insult the people following him, calling them losers and pathetic. Sure there were still those that praised him and sent him money and gifts. They were his true fans, the only ones he cared about, the ones that were helping to create the monster that Ethan was becoming.


Ethan’s online persona soon started to bleed into his real life, he started being a jerk to service workers and staff after all he was the one with the following. Soon Ethan felt like he could be an asshole to everyone, after all he never lost followers or sponsors in fact they seemed to enjoy it more when he was his arrogant, narcissistic self so naturally he became a jerk all the time. When he had started to get recognised when he was out partying he loved when people would buy him drinks but hated it when they felt like they could stay and talk to him. When out with friends he would be interrupted by people wanting to take photos or pose for them, or pop his pecs and there was no way he was doing that for free. Ethan became particular about who could approach him; whoever he felt wasn’t good looking enough, rich enough and connected enough was sent away with an insult or mocking comment. Ethan had become a monster and his arrogance had attracted a green trickster demon. 

Forgotten

 

“Are you staring at me? Wait… can you see me? You can tell that I’m not just a toilet? Oh god I have been waiting for this day! PLEASE you have to help me! I have been here for years, I don’t know how it happened but it is hell on earth! I can taste and smell everything, it's disgusting! I have no idea how I ended up as a toilet in my gym but you have to save me!”

Useless

 

“Are you ready baby!” Aaron slurred as he kicked down his pants and pulled open his shirt to reveal his huge soft cock, his body swaying slightly.


“Fuck yes! God your cock is so big! I can’t wait for you to fuck me!” Carl growled as he pulled Aaron onto the bed for a kiss. The pair were making out for a minute when Carl pulled back. “Have you been drinking babe?” Carl said as he tasted the leftover beer in his mouth and smelt the alcohol on Aaron’s breath.


“Yeah yeah just a one or two after work. It's no big deal” Aaron said, dismissing his boyfriend’s question and definitely lying about how much he had to drink.


“You forgot we were meeting tonight didn’t you?” Carl said, annoyed at his obviously drunk boyfriend’s negligence, Carl had spent the whole evening douching and preparing for tonight and if he hadn’t texted Aaron he probably wouldn’t have even showed up.


“C’mon baby, I’m here now and I’m horny.” Aaron slurred his words again as he sloppily kissed Carl once again. Carl should have pushed Aaron away and told him to get out, this wasn’t the first time he had shown up drunk and it wasn’t the first time he had forgotten plans however, Carl had spent the last few hours prepping to be fucked and it had been a week since he had gotten a good dicking from Aaron. Putting aside his morals Carl continued making out with his boyfriend, he would get fucked now and deal with everything else in the morning. As Aaron squeezed his butt and started to finger his hole, Carl’s mind quickly returned to thoughts sex and he eagerly leant down towards Aaron’s monster cock.

 

Hide

 

I bet you can’t even see me from here huh. I reckon it just looks like a jock’s hairy bubble butt, one that is constantly firing out beefy, lingering protein farts and sweating constantly. Well look closer… still can’t see me, well fuck, then I am truly screwed. 

Look I'm here climbing up the sweaty smelly ass hairs! 

Graduation

 

Professor Charles Hopper breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the lecture hall, he only had a week's worth of class left to teach before he could finally relax and get back to his true passion, research. In all honesty he hated teaching but the university would only agree to fund his research and projects if he agreed to teach a class. Charles raised his head and began to walk, he made it no secret that he believed the standards of the university had declined especially with the incoming students. Consequently, he had enacted his own personal revenge on the matter by making his class almost impossible to pass. Charles was not willing to allow the mediocre or even the stupid slip and slide their way through this institution to get a degree. Charles loosened his tie and headed back to his office glad to be away from the stares of the gormless youth that had to attend his lectures, he was just leaving the building when he stopped and frowned at the sight before him. It was Blake Ashcroft posing in the most arrogant manner and dressed in the most ridiculous clothes, the cocky meathead had been Charles’s worst student yet and he had taken great pleasure in failing him. Charles folded his arms and looked at Blake, did he think posing and flexing was a way to win him over? It just made him look even more idiotic, Charles could hardly believe that someone who could barely write a 500 word essay was allowed at this university. While Charles was investigating the biochemical effects of a new drug on the human nervous system, Blake was kicking or throwing a ball around or whatever dumb sport he did. It was insulting that both of them attended the same university and regardless of his poor performance in his class Charles would have failed him out of spite anyway. 

The jock was no doubt here to bargain his way into a passing grade, but the narcissistic moron would have better luck getting blood from a stone. After a few seconds Charles began tapping his foot as the jock continued to pose, eventually getting fed up with Blake's little show he finally had to acknowledge the jock’s presence. 

Worn

 

Jerry sat waiting a mixture of fear and excitement racing through his mind, in just a few moments he would be worn by his favourite porn model. Standing over him was Sophia, the most beautiful woman in the world to Jerry and she had the best butt he had ever seen. He had jerked off thousands of times to those cheeks and the idea of being helpless and at the mercy of her beautiful behind had caused him to cum at least once a day for a whole year until it almost became an obsession. He didn’t just want to fuck her, he didn’t just want to eat her ass, no he wanted to be be dominated, controlled and humiliated by her perfect bubble butt. Eventually those thoughts were so invasive that it was literally all Jerry thought about, he wanted to be nothing more than her thong, stuck between her cheeks and at the mercy of Sophia.


With the new transformation technology Jerry knew it was possible but he needed to know Sophia would wear him, so he offered her everything, his house, car and entire life savings. He explained that he wanted to be helpless, to be controlled by her juicy butt and to never return to his life before, he wanted to belong to her ass cheeks. It took a week to get a message back but it seemed Sophia was happy to oblige especially when she was told how much money she would get. She even promised that he would be looked after and worn at least once a day. Jerry had jerked off to that message so many times and within a week he had sold everything and donated it all to Sophia. When he went to get transformed he even brought an already addressed box for him to be posted and now he had finally arrived and he was now just a cute pink thong ready to be worn. 

Grow

 

Andrew sighed as he scrolled through his phone, ignoring the text from his long time girlfriend about starting dinner. Slouched down, it wasn’t just his body that was deflated. Andrew's entire life for the last 6 months had just felt stagnant and boring. Work was a dead end with no more room for progression, just sitting at a desk and writing emails to fucking Janine. His friends were all busy with their families, getting married or going travelling, while he was stuck with a relationship he was too comfortable in to actually leave. All he did for fun was binge watch shows and drink beer, Andrew was just stuck in a mindless loop of boredom and mediocrity. Andrew was about to finish his hour long scroll session when an email notification popped up, clicking it he didn’t recognise the organisation that sent it. He couldn’t remember even seeing it or signing up to something called FlipsideFans, it was probably just spam but the title of the email had gotten his attention. It read ‘Expand and grow your horizons. Be the best you!’ Andrew smiled either it was coincidence or serendipity but either way Andrew opened the email not seeing the wisp of green smoke encircle his feet.


Andrew was not expecting much from the spam email but the more he read the more intrigued he became in FlipsideFans.



Dear Andrew


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Go on Andrew make the change! Just say ‘I wish to be part of the Flipside family!’


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T



Andrew was confused as there was no link to a website and no more information about the company, it just asked you to say that you wanted to be a part of the family. Andrew was hesitant as his lips opened to speak but then he soon became dismissive and felt ridiculous. Andrew was just about to put away his phone when a wisp of green smoke rushed past his nostrils and for a moment he felt more relaxed, more open and for a split second his inhibitions faded which was just enough time for his body to say out loud ‘I wish to be part of the Flipside family’.