Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of two pictures this time.
I'd done it! I wiped my bloodied] nose, fuck he'd put up a fight, but now he was me and I was in control.
Never thought my fucking son would struggle so hard, i flexed my new muscles and rubbed down my body. Fuck I was buff and fucking sexy. Blood splashed down my new chest and I rubbed it in, looking like a warrior.
I know what you're thinking, how could a father do this to his son, steal his life and enjoy his body. Luckily for me i'm not his father anymore. I had pored my essence into my son, now I was him and there was no going back. Think of us as a team, one team member had been permanently taken off the field with the other taking the drivers seat. I hadn't stolen his life, his blond buff body, even his fucking little beard, they were completely and utterly rightfully mine now.
Now to go off and fuck the brains out of my sexy girlfriend, i was about to show her things she'd never experienced before, stuff her "old" boyfriend never had the opportunity to try.
Boyd dragged Billy to the empty cubicle as billy begged for mercy not to hurt him and plunge his face onto the toilet. "ill give you my lunch money just please don't submerge my face on the dirty toilet" pleaded Billy. but as soon as they reach the cubicle Boyd smiled as he closed the door. "now im gonna beat you into a pulp!'he said billy closed his eyes waiting for the big guy to pull his face on the toilet when Boyd suddenly burst into laughter. "hahaha that was epic " his persona suddenly changed. he look at his tormentor and then he saw his eyes glowing. "FUCK IT! MARTIN! it worked' Billy said as he stand up at eye level with Boyd. "FUCK YEAH! but dont you try messing this up i still got all his memories here" Boyd tapped his head "check this out!" as he pull up his shirt and showed the perfect cobblestones abs and played with his treasure trail covering his abs"go on touch it i read your diary and found out about that this is one of your fantasy" he said as he stroke his strong hands through his abs. "you never read it all " billy smiled as he began to lick the perfect abs and sniff the musky smell of Boyd. "you little dirty dweeb!' boyd said returning to his cocky macho persona as he let his friend rub all his muscles. "you like that you fucking cunt.. wait till you see my cummed filled boxers' boyd said rubbing his crotch.
LOL first time doing it its sucks.. but just have to verbalized what i feel with the 2nd pic lol :) hope someone wrote about a possessed cocky guy teasing his friend with the smelly socks :)
Picture#1 "Aww man this feels awesome guys! I know I grew the most from the formula but you look great too! Just one thing you need to know though..the formula makes you gay and submissive to me. Ready for a night of muscle worship? The two studs looked yearningly as I flexed my bicep. Already their cocks were erecting and soon they would be my happy boyfriends..and my cum would make them grow even more muscled and dedicated to me. Serves them right for calling me fag all the time! Taking over Jake's body and having 'him' talk them into taking the formula worked perfectly. Three less gaybashers in the world now. Hmm who should I add to my harem next?
Part 1: My father and I had never really gotten along after my mother passed away. I was gangly and a bit of a nerd, while he was the coach at my high school. He wanted me to be a member of one of his sports teams, but I didn’t have his physical prowess. I could tell that he was disappointed in me because he was more excited that it was first day of school rather than the fact that it was my birthday. He didn’t wish me happy birthday or anything before he left for school.
I was lucky enough to have a great friend like Brian. We both liked video games and comics, and we liked to bitch about our parents, but what kind of teen didn’t? Recently Brian was having some problems with his parents and decided to run away. He didn’t tell me where, only that he would make sure that he would see me for my birthday. Sadly, his parents didn’t even bother filing a missing person’s report. They said he was eighteen, and that he was on his own.
Photo 2: That morning, Brian sent me a text message, ‘Happy birthday, Mike! I got your present for you. Meet me in the men’s change room. –Brian.’ As I entered the change room, I thought I heard Brian’s voice talking to someone.
“Is anyone there?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m in the back.” He said. He sounded like Brian, but at the same time his voice sounded off, like he was sick. As I followed his voice, I didn’t find Brian. There was a muscular guy standing there with a wicked grin on his face. I turned around, and tried to run away. I had been bullied before, and I knew the drill. He grabbed the back of my neck, tossed me on the ground and pulled me towards the toilet. He said, “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it” before I blanked out.
Part 2: Photo 1: “I said to not be too rough!” I thought I heard my dad yell.
“Sorry dad. You said to get him here by any means necessary.” My eyes adjusted to the light as I looked at the jock and my dad. I was in my dad’s office, and my hands were tied up.
“Dad, what’s going on here?” I yelled.
“Sorry Bro, but trust me, everything is for the best. You’ll be happy. Dad is doing this for your benefit. This is our birthday present to you.” The jock replied.
“Who the hell are you?” I retorted.
“Don’t you recognize him? He is Brian, or he was. He is now Brent, my other son and your brother.” I couldn’t believe my eyes; this guy looked nothing like Brian. He was now all muscular and nothing like the geek I knew. “Before I explain everything, I want you to drink this.” My dad shoved this bottle towards my mouth, but I closed it with dear life. He then used his hand and covered my nose, and the water bottle was jammed into my mouth. At first the liquid tasted terrible, but the more it stayed in my mouth, the more it tasted good, and I didn’t want to stop drinking it.
“You see, a week ago, I went to this bar to get wasted. Your birthday was coming up, and I was so disappointed that you never followed in my footsteps. This guy at this bar came up to me and offered me these pills. He said that these pills can rewrite my past, and I can change anything I wanted about myself. Of course, my life was good as it was, so I refused. Oddly enough, I saw your friend Brian prostituting himself. When I confronted him, he said that he wanted to get enough money so he buy the pills to give you for your birthday, and himself so you two could run away together.”
“Dad, you know I wouldn’t do that. As much as we disagree with each other, I still love you.” I felt odd, as tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt stronger, like my body was been given a massage.
“I know son. That is why I bought the pills and offered it to him on the condition that I get to observe the transformation. If they were fake, he would have enough money to leave us alone, and if it worked… Well, you know what happened. There were fourteen pills, seven pills to change the mind and seven pills to change the body. They were supposed to be taken one of each pill each day for a week. As you can tell, it did work. Brian, or should I said, Brent is proof.” Brian/Brent smiled at me. He looked like he was holding himself back from fucking me, on my dad’s order. “I wanted a son that followed in my footsteps and now I had one. But, why would I want only want one, when I could have two? So I went back and found that guy and bought another set of pills. I grounded it up and put it into that drink I gave you. I don’t know what will happen because it was supposed to be taken once a day, but I want to see the transformation myself.”
“Dad, why would you do this to me? To both of us?” As those words slipped out of my mouth, I felt as if I wanted to stop caring and let this happen to me. I almost felt grateful that he did this to us. To feel the power and the strength of having muscles is unlike I have ever felt.
“I did this for all of us. I wanted a son I could be proud to call my son. Brian was a little homo and wanted you. You wanted us to be a family again, and be closer to me. This solved all of our problems. Yeah, I think it is starting to have an effect.” He came close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Brent, cut the rope.”
“Yes, coach.” Brent looked like a puppy being given a treat. He bounced towards me and cut the rope from my hands. I wanted to punch the both of them so badly or run away, but I couldn’t. My body hadn’t adjusted enough to the muscles. It was odd saying I had muscles, but I did. I also grew facial hair that I thought I would never grow. I looked in the mirror in the back of my dad’s office, and saw someone else looking back at me.
“Mike, stand up.” I stood up. It felt so good following coach’s orders. “Now flex for me.” Flexing felt so natural in front my brother and dad. I don’t know why I was so resistant to the change. The more I thought about it, the more it didn’t add up. What change was I talking about?
“Dad, so why did you call us into your office before school?” I asked.
“I waited eighteen years for this.” He said while peeling off his clothes. My brother watching him had started to follow suit.
“Happy birthday!” They said together as I started to take off my clothes to join them. This is going to be best birthday ever.
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I'd done it! I wiped my bloodied] nose, fuck he'd put up a fight, but now he was me and I was in control.
Never thought my fucking son would struggle so hard, i flexed my new muscles and rubbed down my body. Fuck I was buff and fucking sexy. Blood splashed down my new chest and I rubbed it in, looking like a warrior.
I know what you're thinking, how could a father do this to his son, steal his life and enjoy his body. Luckily for me i'm not his father anymore. I had pored my essence into my son, now I was him and there was no going back. Think of us as a team, one team member had been permanently taken off the field with the other taking the drivers seat. I hadn't stolen his life, his blond buff body, even his fucking little beard, they were completely and utterly rightfully mine now.
Now to go off and fuck the brains out of my sexy girlfriend, i was about to show her things she'd never experienced before, stuff her "old" boyfriend never had the opportunity to try.
Nice story I like it.
DeleteYou should continue this!
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ReplyDeleteBoyd dragged Billy to the empty cubicle as billy begged for mercy not to hurt him and plunge his face onto the toilet. "ill give you my lunch money just please don't submerge my face on the dirty toilet" pleaded Billy. but as soon as they reach the cubicle Boyd smiled as he closed the door. "now im gonna beat you into a pulp!'he said billy closed his eyes waiting for the big guy to pull his face on the toilet when Boyd suddenly burst into laughter. "hahaha that was epic " his persona suddenly changed. he look at his tormentor and then he saw his eyes glowing. "FUCK IT! MARTIN! it worked' Billy said as he stand up at eye level with Boyd. "FUCK YEAH! but dont you try messing this up i still got all his memories here" Boyd tapped his head "check this out!" as he pull up his shirt and showed the perfect cobblestones abs and played with his treasure trail covering his abs"go on touch it i read your diary and found out about that this is one of your fantasy" he said as he stroke his strong hands through his abs. "you never read it all " billy smiled as he began to lick the perfect abs and sniff the musky smell of Boyd. "you little dirty dweeb!' boyd said returning to his cocky macho persona as he let his friend rub all his muscles. "you like that you fucking cunt.. wait till you see my cummed filled boxers' boyd said rubbing his crotch.
LOL first time doing it its sucks.. but just have to verbalized what i feel with the 2nd pic lol :) hope someone wrote about a possessed cocky guy teasing his friend with the smelly socks :)
Picture#1 "Aww man this feels awesome guys! I know I grew the most from the formula but you look great too! Just one thing you need to know though..the formula makes you gay and submissive to me. Ready for a night of muscle worship? The two studs looked yearningly as I flexed my bicep. Already their cocks were erecting and soon they would be my happy boyfriends..and my cum would make them grow even more muscled and dedicated to me. Serves them right for calling me fag all the time! Taking over Jake's body and having 'him' talk them into taking the formula worked perfectly. Three less gaybashers in the world now. Hmm who should I add to my harem next?
ReplyDeleteDoes picture #1 come from a certain movie?
ReplyDeletePart 1:
ReplyDeleteMy father and I had never really gotten along after my mother passed away. I was gangly and a bit of a nerd, while he was the coach at my high school. He wanted me to be a member of one of his sports teams, but I didn’t have his physical prowess. I could tell that he was disappointed in me because he was more excited that it was first day of school rather than the fact that it was my birthday. He didn’t wish me happy birthday or anything before he left for school.
I was lucky enough to have a great friend like Brian. We both liked video games and comics, and we liked to bitch about our parents, but what kind of teen didn’t? Recently Brian was having some problems with his parents and decided to run away. He didn’t tell me where, only that he would make sure that he would see me for my birthday. Sadly, his parents didn’t even bother filing a missing person’s report. They said he was eighteen, and that he was on his own.
Photo 2: That morning, Brian sent me a text message, ‘Happy birthday, Mike! I got your present for you. Meet me in the men’s change room. –Brian.’ As I entered the change room, I thought I heard Brian’s voice talking to someone.
“Is anyone there?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m in the back.” He said. He sounded like Brian, but at the same time his voice sounded off, like he was sick. As I followed his voice, I didn’t find Brian. There was a muscular guy standing there with a wicked grin on his face. I turned around, and tried to run away. I had been bullied before, and I knew the drill. He grabbed the back of my neck, tossed me on the ground and pulled me towards the toilet. He said, “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it” before I blanked out.
Part 2:
DeletePhoto 1: “I said to not be too rough!” I thought I heard my dad yell.
“Sorry dad. You said to get him here by any means necessary.” My eyes adjusted to the light as I looked at the jock and my dad. I was in my dad’s office, and my hands were tied up.
“Dad, what’s going on here?” I yelled.
“Sorry Bro, but trust me, everything is for the best. You’ll be happy. Dad is doing this for your benefit. This is our birthday present to you.” The jock replied.
“Who the hell are you?” I retorted.
“Don’t you recognize him? He is Brian, or he was. He is now Brent, my other son and your brother.” I couldn’t believe my eyes; this guy looked nothing like Brian. He was now all muscular and nothing like the geek I knew. “Before I explain everything, I want you to drink this.” My dad shoved this bottle towards my mouth, but I closed it with dear life. He then used his hand and covered my nose, and the water bottle was jammed into my mouth. At first the liquid tasted terrible, but the more it stayed in my mouth, the more it tasted good, and I didn’t want to stop drinking it.
“You see, a week ago, I went to this bar to get wasted. Your birthday was coming up, and I was so disappointed that you never followed in my footsteps. This guy at this bar came up to me and offered me these pills. He said that these pills can rewrite my past, and I can change anything I wanted about myself. Of course, my life was good as it was, so I refused. Oddly enough, I saw your friend Brian prostituting himself. When I confronted him, he said that he wanted to get enough money so he buy the pills to give you for your birthday, and himself so you two could run away together.”
“Dad, you know I wouldn’t do that. As much as we disagree with each other, I still love you.” I felt odd, as tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt stronger, like my body was been given a massage.
“I know son. That is why I bought the pills and offered it to him on the condition that I get to observe the transformation. If they were fake, he would have enough money to leave us alone, and if it worked… Well, you know what happened. There were fourteen pills, seven pills to change the mind and seven pills to change the body. They were supposed to be taken one of each pill each day for a week. As you can tell, it did work. Brian, or should I said, Brent is proof.” Brian/Brent smiled at me. He looked like he was holding himself back from fucking me, on my dad’s order. “I wanted a son that followed in my footsteps and now I had one. But, why would I want only want one, when I could have two? So I went back and found that guy and bought another set of pills. I grounded it up and put it into that drink I gave you. I don’t know what will happen because it was supposed to be taken once a day, but I want to see the transformation myself.”
Part 3:
Delete“Dad, why would you do this to me? To both of us?” As those words slipped out of my mouth, I felt as if I wanted to stop caring and let this happen to me. I almost felt grateful that he did this to us. To feel the power and the strength of having muscles is unlike I have ever felt.
“I did this for all of us. I wanted a son I could be proud to call my son. Brian was a little homo and wanted you. You wanted us to be a family again, and be closer to me. This solved all of our problems. Yeah, I think it is starting to have an effect.” He came close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Brent, cut the rope.”
“Yes, coach.” Brent looked like a puppy being given a treat. He bounced towards me and cut the rope from my hands. I wanted to punch the both of them so badly or run away, but I couldn’t. My body hadn’t adjusted enough to the muscles. It was odd saying I had muscles, but I did. I also grew facial hair that I thought I would never grow. I looked in the mirror in the back of my dad’s office, and saw someone else looking back at me.
“Mike, stand up.” I stood up. It felt so good following coach’s orders. “Now flex for me.” Flexing felt so natural in front my brother and dad. I don’t know why I was so resistant to the change. The more I thought about it, the more it didn’t add up. What change was I talking about?
“Dad, so why did you call us into your office before school?” I asked.
“I waited eighteen years for this.” He said while peeling off his clothes. My brother watching him had started to follow suit.
“Happy birthday!” They said together as I started to take off my clothes to join them. This is going to be best birthday ever.
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