Help Me! I'm Hypnotized...

Zac Smith.

I wish…

Wow, that’s open-ended. Hmmm…

I wish… that I could climb out of the phone or the computer or whatever you’re reading this on, and be there right now in the room or the bus or the subway or wherever you are with you.

I wish that once I was there, I could read your mind and see exactly what it is you want physically in a man. Whether you like them big or small, thick or thin, jock or bear or twink or otter or anything else in between, from whatever part of the world, however hairy or hairless, whatever it is you like to see.

I wish that I could mold my body into the type of man that you most desire, into the very image of your lust. Of course I’d let you worship me as I flexed and posed while I swelled into the grunting muscle beast that you always dreamed of, moving your hands to different zones of my body and feeling the fibers of muscle contract and expand while you squeezed them, my skin growing tighter and firmer under your touch. Of course I’d let you hold me and touch me while I shrank smaller and smaller into a much thinner frame, letting you manhandle my bubbled, rounded ass while you made out with my pillowy twink lips. Of course I’d let you squeeze me while I leaned my swelling weight against you, feeling my bod grow thicker and juicier while you ran your hands through the forrest of hair sprouting all over my heavy bear body. Whatever you wanted to see, whatever you desired, I’d mold my body to make it so for you.

I wish that I could use my body that’s been transformed into the object of your lust to fulfill the deepest, most carnal fantasies you have. You want me to flex for you and grow massively, impossibly bigger and buffer while I widen your hole with my god cock? Sounds great! You wanna suck my boulder-like man tits until you drink from them to swell into a hung, hunky muscle beast like me? Yum! You want to make me into your obedient leather pup cum slut? How exciting! You want to use me as a body suit or possess me so you can use my powers to experience this kind of body modification on your own? Dude, let’s do it! You want me to flood you and your bed and whoever else is around with a geyser of my cum? I love doing that! You want to suck off my 8 or 9 or 10 or 11 or 12 or, hell, even 15 incher while I suck off yours until we unload into each others guts? Count me in! You want to rim and finger and fist my puckering hole, or you want me to do yours? I’m game for either! You wanna give me the power to do whatever I want to do to you, your pole, your holes, until I make you cum harder than you ever have or ever will in your life. Man, I want the same fuckin thing!

I wish that after you and I are done with each other that you tell all of your friends about me. I wish that for the rest of my life, I’m being called upon by each and every one of you to fulfill your most carnal, most secretive, most fucked up fantasies. I wish that I could be a god of fantasy, lust, desire, carnal pleasures—an andro-Aphrodite, an erotic Eros, a devious Dionysus, a titillating Tu’er Shen, a lusty Tlazolteotl. Whatever you want, bro you’ve got it.

Kind of a broadly-encompassing wish, but the heart wants what the heart wants!

Pecs. I love them.

People who can transform into other people tend to have one part of a body they love. For me, dicks are cliché and ass is boring. I could see why people would like feet but I'm not that type of guy. But pecs. Sweet, sweet pectoralis major - the largest and superior muscle on the chest wall, that's where the gold is at.

Whenever I transform into other people, my pecs are the first thing I change. The feeling of having your man-boobs stretch and get filled with dense muscles is one of the most euphoric feelings a man could feel. Oh, the joy of waking up knowing that you can grab and squeeze both jigglers.

Most of the time, I like to keep them hairy. For me, hair in your chest exudes brimming manly strength. I like to cop a feel for my pecs and feel the light bristles of my hair run between my fingers. It's kind of therapeutic when I do that. Whenever I show them to other people, they either get intimidated or infatuated. I like both, but the latter gets you several invitations to the bedroom. When I do get invited, I always make sure to have my pecs satisfied.

Although, there are times when I like the absence of hair. I assume it's a placebo, but I'm more sensitive when I lack hair. I moan immediately when someone's finger explores my pecs and nipples. How I'd squirm when they circled my areolas. Or how I'd get to my knees when their tongue prods my nipples.

To make the best of both worlds, I like to keep a tiny patch of hair just between the two breasts. Such big and magnificent pectoralis pairs pretty well with a manly bearded face.

It's always fun saying, "Hey, my eyes are up here," whenever someone stares at my rack. I love it more when I grab their hands and tell them that it's okay to squeeze them. The fluster on their faces is always a priceless thing to see.

So, yeah. I'm the pecs guy. I love it. I'm practically obsessed with it. I don't think I'll ever change, and that's a good thing.

Punished For Pride

“Hey stud, time to come back to Earth! Weren’t you going to flex those muscle tits of yours for me?”

As Joseph shook his head, the man gave a dopey chuckle before taking a puff from the cigarette that loosely hung from his lips. Despite thinking such a command was weird, he pulled open his shirt and began to sensually pop his pecs for the enthusiastic twink standing in front of him. Upon doing it a few times and watching the twink stare in absolute lust though, the sudden throbbing of his boner made him shake away such a bizarre thought. Why would this be weird? He loved nothing more than flaunting his godly body to pretty twinks like this guy!

Across from him Oliver, the twink, couldn’t help but have a full-body shiver while standing outside in his glittery mesh crop top and vibrant purple booty shorts. Although this was partially due to the cold breeze that whipped against his frail frame, he was truly shivering in both delight and amusement at the man who was continuing to flex his muscles and remark about how pretty Oliver was. The reason behind this was just a few minutes ago, the bulky redneck had been a homophobic asshole who had admonished Oliver for his “faggy” attire and threatened to beat his ass if he didn’t change.

Growing up in a small town, Oliver was used to his fair share of close-minded people who didn’t accept his lifestyle, especially in high school as he found himself bullied by countless jocks. It was through his own desperation for relief from these situations that allowed him to stumble upon the art of hypnosis, which he quickly began to study and become an expert in. In addition to wanting to make his life easier, he was desperate for a little bit of revenge and thus began to one-by-one send his tormentors into a deep slumber as he retooled their minds and personalities to his liking. 

Given how extreme their hatred was of a self-identifying queer man, Oliver was left with no other choice but to cheekily assume they were closet cases and thus it was his task of freeing them from the deep closet they had buried themselves into. From there, his school was going through a coming out epidemic as every single jock who tormented Oliver suddenly broke up with their gorgeous cheerleader girlfriends, declared their homosexuality to the world, and began to spend time in the locker rooms after their practices exploring each others’ bodies.

Ever since he made his way to college where he was surrounded by more open-minded and accepting individuals, Oliver’s penchant for hypnosis had become less and less frequently utilized. But after encountering Joseph leaning against the brick wall of a next door biker bar, old habits die hard so he approached the man and sent him into a deep slumber. In addition to turning him into a proud gay man, the twink altered his personality to become somehow who loved to flaunt their body and flex their muscles – so much so that the man implanted a suggestion for Joseph to quit his job instantly and search for work at the gay club as a go-go dancer.

Upon hearing the man ask if he could join him, Oliver extended out an arm and watched as the formerly stern redneck giggled like a schoolgirl and wrapped his burly forearm around the twink’s. As Joseph quickly pulled his cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, the duo looked at each other and smiled before they made their way into the club for a hot and sweaty night…

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Hmm… not bad. Sure, kinda douchey, but that’s the idea, right? The babes I’m after want douchey. This one will really get ‘em wet…

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What the hell… I didn’t download this. Fucking bloatware. Fuck! My glasses! No! Shit! Don’t fall into the toilet! Gotchya! Nice save… whoa, almost dropped my phone, too” ChirpChirp      ChirpChirp Thank you for beginning your 1-time trial, Please continue your selections…

I didn’t begin any… whatever, let’s see what kind of bullshit step-tracker or shitty music subscription I’m gonna have delete this time. What? I’ve already made a selection? No “back” button, huh? Fine, not like I’m gonna keep this. Oh, fuck this! This is not for me. What are you, some kind of self-actualization app? “Positive vibes, good thoughts, visualizing the change you want to see in the world?” kinda shit? oh, you mean bullshit? Pretty sure you’re a bullshit, time wasting app. Nothing changes in this world with out work, blood, sweat, and tears… Fuck, you’re not gonna close till I finish, huh? Well… I guess I would like to not have to deal with these fucking coke bottles. I’ve tried contacts, but there’s just too much work and, fuck, I don’t always know where I’m gonna spend the night, too much pussy out there to satisfy. I guess I’d want to have perfect 20/20 vision.

ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections…

Oh, duh? I want to be able to tan. I’m sick of using like a whole bottle of sunblock each time I go to the beach or practically anytime I go outside. Yeah, I bet I’d look good with a tan. ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections…

Fuck… this thing better not be reporting this shit to some freak out there… I-I kinda always wanted to have my foreskin back. Be uncut, ya know? Like, my cock is perfect, a huge, pussy destroying sword, but it’d be nice if it still had its “sheath”. Bet that would feel fucking amazing… ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections… Maybe… I’d be down to look at little younger? Babes know I got cash on me, but some of the girls I’m into give me that look, like, they wanna call me “Daddy” or some shit. I don’t want that to be no one’s “Daddy” Oh, wait, hold on. There are things I like about myself, though. I love my muscles. Worked hard on em. Used to be kind of scrawny. and OF COURSE I love my big dick. Like, who would I even be if I didn’t have this monster fuckstick between my legs. ChirpChirp Thank you. Selections complete. Processing. Sean O’Connell -  Processing -  Sandro O’Connell -  Processing - Sandro Ocampo - Complete

WHAT! NO! FUCK NO! I’M WH- I’M W…. UUNNGGGHH I’M MIXED! What?!?! I didn’t mean to say that.. I’m… Filipino and Salvadorian? I’m Puerto Rican and Brazilian, too? I’m American-born? Wait, start over. My name is Sean O’C- cough cough My name is Sean O’Camp- NO! MY NAME IS SANDRO OCAMPOS!  OH FUCK-OH SHIT-OH FUCK. I can’t even talk about myself, like my FAKE self! Fuck, that’s not what I meant! I meant to say FAKE! FUCK! My tattoos! my sweet fucking tattoos! They cost so much money, and now they’re gone! My piercings! Look at these brown little nipples, I uuunngggghhh fuck, man, these are more sensitive than my fake ones… I just said “fake” without even thinking about it… And… and… fuck, I’m tiny. I can’t be more than like, 5′7 now. Fuck, 6′3 was NEVER my height… Wow, really starting to hate that. Wait, where are my glasses? They’re… I don’t need ‘em, do I? I can see fine! And my skin, so dark, so perfect… I bet I tan all the time. Shit, I look MY AGE. fuck, gotta get past that bullshit. Can’t have my mouth talking over and saying dumb shit like that. Guess I just gotta accept this. Hold up, I still got muscles. Look at these! I mean, they’re not as big as… hmm… I mean, they’re not huge. But they look good on me. Definitely not scrawny. And my rod… I did say… WHOA HAHA! NOT BAD, BRO! I mean, maybe a little smaller than- than other cocks, but still, this is fucking meaty. And on muscle packed, short dude like me, it looks deadly.  My place… It’s my place… not someone else’s. Not some dude’s named Sean. I wonder what part of the City I’m in now. Or if I’m even in the State I think I’m in… Or the coast… Doesn’t fucking matter. Everything looks like it’s forcing itself to work, even my own fucking voice and words. I’m gonna have some fun with some tight, wet, BROS- Oh fuck… nonononopleaseno I… like… COCK I’m a PECS man. I eat DUDES out. I fuck MYSELF ON HUGE DICKS.

shit, no, I don’t wanna be a STRAIGHT DOUCHE. I want to be my GAY PARTYBOI self! ChirpChirp What the fuck now, that fucking app ruined my life. WAIT. Maybe I can use it again. Huh? It’s gone? What the fuck is this orange hockey mask icon? Dudes?!? Its all dudes! I, uhh, hmmm… these dudes are actually… Whoa, little Sandro down there is taking notice of these dudes, haha. Fuck, did I never really think about… I mean, they’re all so gorgeous. Those fucking muscles… those bulges… those smiles… those pecs! ChirpChirp   

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H for Henry?

Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.

My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.

He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.

"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"

"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied

As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.

I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.

"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.

"Horny."

I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.

"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.

"Himbo."

It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.

"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.

"Hairy." He added.

My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.

"Homo." He finished

My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?

"Bro.... You're so.... close..."

"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"

With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.

I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.

"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.

"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.

Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.

"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.

"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.

"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."

Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.

"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.

"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.

"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"

"Yeah? You want it hard?"

"Make me bust my nut!"

Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.

He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.

"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"

"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"

"Fuckkk!"

"I'm close too- I'm!"

Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.

"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."

Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.

"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.

"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."

I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.

"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.

"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.

I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.

"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.

"Husband."

Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.