Fantasy Agency

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Help me! I'm hypnotized...

The loser roommate I got stuck with did something to my brain. I didn't think it was possible, but that pathetic fag somehow put me in a trance. I don't remember how: with a pendant or spiral; but it doesn't matter! What matters is that at any second he can say a trigger word, and I end up like this: smiling and flexing like a fucking idiot 'till he releases me.

Sure, I look like I'm alright, but I've been stuck in this pose for two hours. My biceps ache and my shoulders are on fire. Add to that a leg cramp that I cant walk off and you'll realize how awful this torture is.

I'd just been trying to finish an essay (his essay to be exact.) I might be on the football team, but this lazy geek is forcing me to do his homework for him! And even though he ordered me to do that, against my will, he calls me up and says my fucking trigger word! It's fucking ridiculous! I used to go out and party with my teammates on nights like this, but now I'm stuck being this dweeb's mannequin-on-command.

I just know he's going to boss me around when he finally gets here. He'll probably make me cook him dinner again. I'd spit in it if I could -hell, I'd probably poison it if I could- but I know I'll be stuck in my own body again. I hate it when he tells me to smile and serve him like a waiter. God, its humiliating...

He makes me workout during my free time, which I have a lot of now that I can't speak to any of my old buddies. I gotta say that my body's never looked better. I guess their is one upside to being under his control: whenever he tells me to train harder, I have to do it.

The gym is the one area of my life where I can at least pretend that I'm not someone's trained monkey. Still, the fact that I can't even shower without his permission is a pretty harsh reminder. Whenever I get back from a workout, my legs march straight to the table where I sit, flex, and smile while I wait for him to tell me what to do. It doesn't matter how tired or hot I am. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me shower. He just tells me to mop the sweat up with my shirt and then put it back on.

I think the nerd has a thing for sweaty jocks or something. The thought of this creep making me do all this to get his little dick hard pisses me off more than anything...

I applied for a job today. It wasn't because I wanted to. My roommate decided that he wants more spending money, so he turned to me and said that I was going to earn it for him. So it wasn't enough for me to be his personal chef, maid, and eye candy! I have to be his fucking ATM now too?!

The tie wasn't my idea either. He told me to go buy some fancy clothes to make sure I impressed my "future employer." He's such a dweeb, and now he's making me dress like a loser too.

Obviously I nailed the interview. It wasn't hard when he programmed me to say things like "I've always wanted to deliver pizzas," or "I want to be the best employee you've ever had!" He made me sound like such a kiss-ass for a stupid minimum-wage job. Even the guy interviewing me thought I was being a bit excessive! I got hired on the spot, and I'm already scheduled every night this week, because my roommate specifically made me ask for as many hours as possible.

Now that I'm done with probably the most humiliating thing I've ever done, I'm stuck flexing with a tie on 'till that asshole gets home...

I got my first paycheck after a long couple of weeks doing his classwork during the day and delivering pizzas at night. My roommate texted and told me to wait by the front door with my paycheck. Apparently, he's going out tonight with some of his loser friends and wants the cash now. I can't believe I'm about to hand it over to him.

"Hey, handsome," he calls, shutting his car door.

"I'm glad your home, sir. How was your day?"

I do not give a shit about his day! He ordered me to say that whenever he gets back. He's also programmed me to get up and hug him like I'm a fucking queer in love!

"Better now," he purrs, squeezing my butt cheek while we hug, "You should come with me and my friends tonight."

The last thing I want to do is be around him and his pansy-assed friends. "Yes, sir," I smile.

"We're going to a gay bar, and I think you would be an excellent wingman."

My stomach drops at the sound of a gay bar. I don't want to be anywhere near that place, and I really don't want the guy with total control over me parading me around that place like I'm his fucking slut! Where is this going? He wouldn't make me do anything gay, right? The terrifying truth is he could. He could order me to act like a stripper there, or...or worse. Fuck! I don't think there's anything he couldn't make me do. He could order me on my knees right now, and I'd do it with this stupid smile still plastered across my face. He could make me blow his tiny cock, and I'd be helpless to do anything other than enthusiastically suck! I don't want to go to that gay bar. I have to escape.

"Yes, sir," I hear my voice gleefully ring out.

Sean Maygers Maximum Torque (2020) dir. Tony DiMarco Raging Stallion

Friday Friendship

Hey there! This one is kind of a spiritual successor to Calling the Plumber - and as such, it is one of the rare gay to straight stories of mine. While I do try to keep it friendly and without any homophobia or hate, feel free not read the story if you don't like g2s!

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Calling the plumber

One bad thing about Scott's and Cody’s relationship was that they both were almost stereotypically gay in a lot of senses. Both were thin an

It was hard to overlook Montgomery and Archibald. Of course, that was always the case. But here, on the dirty construction site of their new home, the expensive silk suits of the couple stood out even more than elsewhere. Yes, the two of them were together - and they made sure everybody knew it. Not only were the two gentlemen standing in a tight hug whenever possible, but their flamboyant and colorful clothing left little doubt about their sexuality.

They were those kind of gays that conservatives were afraid of. Both were old enough to have been alive during the stonewall riots, although only Montgomery was actually there as a teenager. Still, the aged couple embodied everything the gay community prided itself on having achieved during the last decades.

Their house, too, would be a statement. The mansion was the largest construction in the area, and the most expensive one. It was going to be built on a large hill, overlooking the town, and its style was... extravagant. The house was to be built in a modern architectural style, but the two men had insisted that the walls would be entirely covered in rainbow colors, although that was still in the future by now. Surrounding the mansion would be a magnificent garden, a park even.

"My dear, are you satisfied with the construction?" Archibald asked his husband in his lime green suit. Montgomery had dyed his hair in an orange-pink tone today and wore a purple tie to his green suit. It was hardly the first building site he visited, since he had made a fortune in real estate.

Archibald, on the other hand, was a bit more conservatively dressed. His suit was a more subdued shade of beige, although his tie was of a bright sky blue color. He usually didn't dye his hair, and today was no exception: He wore the gray with pride, although he spent a fortune on hair and skin care products. He, too, had a respectable job as a top manager in a logistics company.

"Well, darling, I'm not sure yet." Montgomery replied. "I want it to look great, and the work has been good so far. But frankly, it feels that the workers motivation is somewhat underwhelming."

"I think I know what you mean, my dear." Archibald commented as they walked through the empty shell. "It is barely three in the afternoon on a Friday, and there isn't anyone around anymore. The workers must be out partying already. I can't fault them for that, but it is rather annoying, isn't it?"

"Indeed. It would have been nice if they were a little less lazy, though. The garden is behind schedule, and I believe the electrics are going to be delayed by another month."

"That is quite unfortunate."

Montgomery nodded and they walked a bit in silence. It was true. There was still a lot to do, and it looked like the workers left early for the weekend.

Finally, Archibald sighed.

"I guess I could take a look at the progress the electricians are making. I do know a bit or two about this. Maybe then we can talk to the foreman about their work. It's a pity that we cannot supervise every little thing here, but our jobs demand a lot of our time. If only we had a bit more hands-on control."

"My, what a fabulous idea! I will take a stroll through the garden then, to get a better picture there."

The husbands kissed each other on the lips as they split up and Archibald opened the fuse box. He had indeed done a bit of electrical maintenance in his prime, so he knew that what he saw in the box was nothing less than a mess. He sighed and was about to close the box again, but hesitated. No, he couldn't leave the mess like that. He would just tidy things up a bit, to show those inexperienced workers how it was done.

Carefully, he began to work on the wires, but before long, he felt uncomfortable. The fuse box was located in the bright afternoon sun, and it was just positively hot here. Still, not wanting to leave his work, he slipped out of his jacket and hung it over a nearby wall. He didn't notice that the piece of clothing disappeared once he turned away, nor did he notice that his hands became nimbler as he rearranged the wires.

Montgomery on the other hand found the garden construction even less advanced than he had hoped. Even worse, someone had left a few plants out in the heat. They would surely be dead by the time the construction continued on Monday. Montgomery couldn't let that happen. This garden would be beautiful, and no plant would die under his watch.

He carefully carried the plants to the place they were supposed to be. Of course, he knew - he had planned the park all by himself, so he knew where everything was supposed to go. As he arrived at the shady place, he understood why the plants hadn't been placed yet. The ground was wet and muddy, and there weren't any holes yet. He would need to talk to the foreman about that, but the man was surely already in the weekend as well. There was, however, a shovel nearby. Now, aside from ceremonial groundbreaking, Montgomery had never held a shovel. It wasn't that he didn't understand the concept, but he was just not the type for physical labor.

Well. He looked over his shoulder to his husband, who was apparently still busy looking at the fuse box. It seems like he had some time on his hands, so he might as well. Grimacing, he grabbed the shovel and carefully stepped on the soil, trying not to ruin his expensive shoes or pants. That worked well, for about two steps. But as soon as he tried to break the ground with the shovel, a big clump of wet soil splattered on his lime green silk pants.

Montgomery frowned. Well, that suit was ruined anyway. No reason to stop there. Determined, he pulled the shirt out of his pants and opened his vest. He wasn't going to ruin his custom tailored suit for no reason.

Meanwhile, Archie was getting into his work even more. From time to time, he had to wipe his brow, though, as he was sweating like an animal. His dress shirt was stained with multiple sweat stains already and didn't really *look* like a dress shirt anymore, but more casual. The same could be said for the rest of Archie as well. A certain youth had returned to his face, as he was concentrated on his work. This way, he didn't notice when his hairstyle dissolved into an unkempt mess or when a bit of stubble grew in on his chin. His shirt clung to his body now, drenched in sweat. It had long ceased to be a dress shirt though but had become a plain - although rather filthy - beige t-shirt. His tie was nowhere to be seen.

Due to the wetness, the shirt didn't leave much to imagination regarding his body. Not just his face had rejuvenated, no, his entire body had. He was leaner and his muscles firmer now. Out of the V-neck of his sweaty shirt poked a few golden hairs, and before long, his main hair had turned into a Nordic blonde, as well.

Meanwhile, Monty was digging like crazy. He had to get those plants in the ground, or the foreman would... Wait, what was he thinking?

He stopped for a moment, to scratch his head. Thinking was not his strong point, and Monty knew that. But he had other qualities, that made up for that. When he grabbed the shovel again, to keep digging, he heard a ripping sound that made him stop again. The shoulder of his shirt had ripped. His boss was going to kill him! Although, it appeared somewhat strange to him that he was wearing such a colorful and impractical shirt. Perhaps there weren't any other shirts left?

He looked around and saw only one of the electricians still on the site. He knew the guy, he was friendly enough. He surely wouldn't mind if Monty went shirtless for a bit. With an effort not to damage the clothing even more, he peeled out of the garment. He was only half successful with that, and a few more rips sounded before he had finished taking it off.

Monty looked down at his muscular and hairy torso. The cold air was good, and he wasn't afraid to get dirty.

With every movement of the shovel, his arm muscles tightened, and his frame filled out more. A short beard sprouted on his chin, and his now full earthy brown hair shortened to a more practical cut. It wasn't like he had money for an expensive hairdresser, after all.

Finally, he had the holes ready and wiped his hands on his sturdy pair of work pants. Now, he only had to put the plants in. Despite his impressive physique, Manny was always very careful with the flowers, and he made sure that none of the roots got damaged or that he didn't break the stem.

He looked at his work. Good, that would look great, once the plants grew. Someday, he would have a garden of his own, and a house like that. And a beautiful wife and two, no, three children. But that was still a long way to go, with his poor pay.

Someone behind him cursed and Manny looked back to the electrician.

Chad was still sweating like crazy as he worked the wires. His mates had all gone to the clubs by now and he was stuck here and had to fix the mess he had created. That was only fair, but he wished the foreman wouldn't have noticed until Monday. He had to hurry up, though. He didn't want to spend his Friday night on the site, after all. Perhaps he would even get lucky and find a guy... No, what was he thinking? Working on these fruits' house had made him all confused. No, perhaps he would find a busty bombshell to take home tonight. Chad felt his cock growing hard at the thought, creating an obvious bulge in his work pants. Great, more distraction.

Chad tried to readjust himself, just in time as he sensed the big burly gardener approach. He knew the guy loosely but had forgotten his name already - if he even had known it at all.

"Hey, everything alright with them wires?" the low voice of the brute asked in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, I just need to finish up here... Should be done aaaaany minute now..."

Manny watched Chad connect the last wires. Poor guy. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he looked like he was really hot and stressed out.

"Cool. It's no fun working late, and on a Friday. Hey, do you want to hit a bar after that? I could go for a cold one."

Chad looked over his shoulder at the bear of a man. Was that guy hitting on him? Na, his face only showed dumb innocence.

He shrugged. "Sure, why not, eh..."

"Name's Manny." Manny said.

"Great. Manny." Chad said and closed the now somewhat better looking fuse box before wiping away his sweat once more.

"I'm Chad."

Manny and Chad left the building site together this Friday afternoon. Neither of them knew that they were going to become best friends over this and many more beers. Manny turned out to be a great wingman for Chad, and Chad even ended up as Manny's best man during his wedding and godfather for his first child. Sometimes the closest friendships are forged in the Friday afternoon sun of a construction site.

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.

Creamy white skin tanned to a golden glow - Let the beast out

My sons birthday was coming up and I needed a good present. 

Little did he know our family has a well kept secret. On the day of our 18th birthdays we undergo a… how should I put this… metamorphosis. Not just any old transformation either. We become someone else, their doppelganger. That body is ours to have fun with as we please for the rest of our lives.  

It was a strange combination of an influx of hormones, HOX genes not present in many other creatures (great primates being the closest) and the condition affected around 1 in 1,000,000 men. My family had recently been reached out to with several offers from a company calling itself Muscle Corp and they intended to study my son after his transformation.

For context my great, great grandfather started a tradition of the fathers buying used articles of clothing or even stealing possessions from hunky men that we thought were suitable for our transformations, and now it’s my boy’s turn.

I spent the last 18 years scouring the internet, forums and neighbouring towns for hunky men that I could offer a premium price for a simple shirt or shoe.

Course I got turned down a number of times, straight up ignored by others until i found the one. A straight-laced bodybuilder was offering up a piece of used bondage gear to the hoards of sweaty, panting, horny men and women in an online bid-off.

I had to act fast, placing, matching and betting higher and higher. I was nearing the end of the budget I had set when it happened. My screen reloaded itself as the digital timer hit zero and… I got it! The shipping address was entered and it was to come in just before my sons big family get together/birthday party. Can’t just celebrate this huge a milestone without the family!

Uncles, cousins, nephews and even distantly related family men came in droves to watch my boy enter adulthood, their smiles as wide as their massive backs and asses. 

Men of every colour and size packed themselves into the tiny estate and I mingled with some of the fresh faces as previously scrawny boys became unrecognisable. Everyone seemed riled up today. Another tradition i forgot to mention is a huge “family” orgy with the newly transformed adult to welcome him into the brotherhood. Since none of us were technically blood related anymore, incest wasn’t a problem.

It was nearing crunch time. My boy was born midday so everyone piled into the backyard, some already sporting tighter pants and wet spots as we took positions. 

My son came out onto the porch, his young, small figure looking almost comical next to his massive daddy.

“Now son, it’s time for you to join the brotherhood. Are you ready?” I ask. He nods quickly, desperate to know what I got him.

I produce a box wrapped in dark blue paper. He rips it off in record time and pulls out the leather harness with metal pieces attached. The small crowd moans and some start to stroke themselves in their pants, clothes already coming off and tossed to the wayside.

he slips his arms and head through the holes, places himself against the wall and waits. Seconds go by as we all stand with bated breath until my sons eyes shoot open and his whole body goes rigid.

Cheers erupt as his form swells and fills the empty space to bursting, muscles straining against the metal and leather. Dark brown hair fades to blond at the ends and his jawline snaps into place. Lips plump and his brow comes forward giving him an effortlessly beautiful face on.y accentuated by the thick stubble that grows in soon after. His back arches, lats pushing out into huge wings and he shoots to an admirable 6 foot 3.

His pecs swell in size to become ample cleavage covered in thick fur as he reaches up to grip the leather in his now meaty palm. His arms follow suit, bulging shoulders lead to thick hairy forearms and meaty hands. His hips gyrate as thighs become thick hams and his feet grow to a monstrous size 13.

Finally, his normally invisible blond pubes darken as his small cock pulses and swells like it’s alive. Swelling and swelling until it hangs almost to his knees. Foreskin covering the plump head as veins snake their way around the cucumber shaft leading to two tennis ball testicles covered in a generous coating of blonde.

Seemingly finished, he opens his eyes to survey his new surroundings, off balance at first but righting himself.

He stares at me now at eye level. He leans in whispering with a thick Russian accent “Thanks for the harness daddy. Wanna take this inside?”

I grin, tearing off my own shirt to press my huge hairy body against his. “What else would we do? I’ve only been waiting 18 years!”

he laughs as we embrace, lips locked in hot heated passion.

The rest of the yard starts to do the same and I turn to face the crowd.

“So? Who wants to wish him happy birthday first?”

Number!

22

It’s cliche but I would say I would want mental changes to match physical changes!

I actually had a story idea to match with this one once! Something about a stringy nerdy guy who’d figured out how to basically turn the dial on his smarts at will with a device he’d invented. His smarts would drain while his muscles and himbroness (? is that a word? let’s make it a word) would grow in proportion.

I’d always been into that idea—swelling slowly but massively while simultaneously feeling your senses drain, gradually getting away in all of it until you’re just a bulging drooling sweaty sex addict…

You walked in the elevator, a guy standing there with the most insane cut abs taking a picture of himself. He didn’t care, he just stood there as you checked out that body. You noticed a thick, long imprint on his grey joggers. He knew you were looking, he grabbed it and started shaking it. It was for sure his dick growing bigger and harder.

He motioned me to come closer and then he pulled his semi hard hung cock from his pants. I got on my knees, as he pushed me down and forced it immediately in my mouth. He pulled down his joggers to his knees, and kept his short lifted for me to see his perfect abs and powerful thick chest. He wore a helmet so I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know whose cock I had in my mouth.

I felt his cock getting fully erect, hard as steel and thicker than it was before he shoved it in my. He didn’t speak, but he just forced me to take it all the way. His big heavy low hanging balls hitting my chin as he face fucked me. His whole shaft down my throat I could hardly catch a breath. The taste of his dick leaking pre tasted salty yet also sweet as honey. The musky scent coming from his hairy bush covering his pubic area intoxicated me. He really skull fucked me hard, feeling his shaft moving in my throat, nearly choking I felt it throbbing. He groaned as I felt it throb again wildly as it blasted powerful jets of cum down my throat. He kept my head in place. It felt thick and the taste so sweet. He pulled his still hard shaft from my throat as the ding from the elevator sounded. He walked out without saying a word, leaving me on my knees and his seed in my stomach and mouth.

Four days later I came back from work, I stepped in the elevator. A big guy stepped in as well, when the door closed he said - “whattup slut” - confused I looked at him. “Maybe this you remember” he lifted his shirt up and I saw again those perfect abs. “A little cute fag like you is just what I need again. That pretty throat is probably nothing compared to that boy hole”, he continued: “come here” he flexed his big muscled arms as he pulled me closer. He groped my ass, slapped on it. He took my chin, ordered me to open my mouth. He spit straight away in my mouth and slapped it playfully.

“Come” he walked out and I followed him. Entering his place I noticed how disorganized and messy it looked. I saw clothes on the floor everywhere, he filled up a glass of water. I looked around as he gave it to me, ordering me to drink it. I gulped it down. We sat on the couch as he took his shirt off, I really liked his muscled body. I wanted to kiss him, but he directed me to his pecs. I kissed, licked and sucked on his nipples. He rubbed my head as he moaned softly. I started to feel really weak, lightheaded. I saw him however getting pumped up, his body looking like it got a decent pump. His short sprouting a massive tent.

“I gave you a pill to have those muscles relaxed, you gonna need it, I took something else. Keep me going, these balls are filled up. Last time I emptied them was in your mouth.”

He carried me to the bedroom, I moved my arms around his wide neck. When he threw me on the bed he straight away pulled me towards the edge. My legs being hold on the air, I felt him rubbing his big cock against my hole. He slowly penetrated me, it didn’t hurt at all. My hole just giving in and opening up for him. “Fuck, the drug works perfectly. You are taking my oversized alpha cock with ease. Taking my baseball bat sized meat. It’s so tight.”

I didn’t remember his cock this big, was he just having a semi last time. This is twice the size I had in my throat. When I looked down I could see shape of his cock moving as he thrusted in me. Too weak to do anything else I lay there taking his hard pounding. His muscled body looking so hot, I lay there moaning as he whored me out. He was loving how good my hole felt, until he suddenly stopped. “Fuck, you are just perfect for me. I bet you enjoy having a real alpha pounding you” I nodded. “I am taking another boost, fuck that safety crap” I looked as he walked away and picked up a pill and swallowed it down with some water. Right after he came back and went straight back to fucking me. “Yeah I got these amazing pills last week, alphazz. They turn you into the truest potential alpha male. I guess my potential is off the charts, this was my last one”. Still on my back I rode the waves of pleasure, his big cock throbbing inside me. It goes deeper than any cock has gotten before. My prostate assaulted with immense force. Staring at his perfect body I saw it changing before my eyes. His pecs enlarging, his whole body frame widening. My legs spread out as his shoulders broaden. He started roaring, that’s it. “You are mine now boy, watch me take my final and perfect form. When it’s done you will beg to be mine. Watch me change”.

I did just that, while he flexed and praised himself I saw him becoming bigger and hotter. Hair sprouting at all the right places, thick nice amount of fur covering his godlike physique. His jawline improving, now it could work as a snowplow so sharp. It as well got covered by a big fur, improving on his masculine features even more. His voice got noticeable deeper, when I definitely could feel my insides stretching even more. I watched as the shape of his cock inside my body enlarged.

He just then crawled on top of me, his musky manly scent of his furry chest invading my nose. He got himself on top of me, he began pumping again and with that my whole mind just shot off. It felt so good, I drooled and moaned. His face said it all. He loved what he had done to me, telling me I am now his little boy. His property, from now on I belong in his bed and take care of him. He said he is going to mark me as his own pretty soon, I knew he meant unloading those heavy balls. Heavy with thick fertile alpha cum, he pushed in all the way as the food gates opened. He pumped all he had in my guts. I felt it filling me, the warm seed of his. He left me gaping with his load leaking from me. Telling me that once I’m ready we will move my belongings to his place, and I’m gonna move in.