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You come back from the kitchen with another round of beers, and find your two friends, Barry and Steve, slumped against one another on the couch. Your heart beating faster in your chest, you hurry over and check to see if they’re good and asleep–those hypno pills had worked a lot faster than you’d expected. You’d bought them from a magic shop on a whim, doubting they would actually work–but here were your two bearish, but hopelessly straight, friends passed out and open to any suggestion your mind might dream up.

As a test, you tell them both to start fantasizing about the other, and even though they’re straight, they will find themselves getting hard. The two of them let out quiet sleep sounds and shift, as you see their shorts both tent out, and you walk over, groping both of them and encouraging them to delve deeper into their new, ultimate fantasy, soon working yourself into the mix as well. Before long, Barry is sucking your cock while Steve eats out your ass, and you know that your relationship will be very different from here on out.

“Those…those are them?”

“Yep, two cubs, pretrained, and just waiting for a good Master. Can only sell ‘em as a pair though–the conditioning and training only took if we kept the two of ’em together.”

“Where…who were they?”

“Just a couple who wanted to play rough and try some new things, so I showed them the pleasure of complete servitude. You want to give ’em a try? I can tell they like you already. How about it cubs, you want to convince this guy to take you home as his slaves?”

“What–can they even talk?”

“They can–I just have them in pup mode at the moment–they’re easier to transport. Alright cubs, come on out, and give my man here your best.”

“Holy–they sure don’t hesitate, do they? Fuck…”

“Yeah, that one’s definitely the better cocksucker, however, his friend has an ass to die for, trust me.”

“How…how much were they again?”

“Five million for both. Shall I have my men set up a wire transfer?”

“I can’t believe…I’ll take them.”

“Very well. I’ll leave the three of you alone while I finalize the sale. Enjoy your new slaves, sir.”

Yeah, that’s it, lick my boot faggot. I told told you those cuffs were magic–the cop whose uniform I swiped didn’t believe me either, but he’s too busy suckin’ cock at the rest area to do anything now. Yeah, that’s right, that guy whose face you fucked? He was a cop–now he’s mine, and you’re mine too. The question, though, is what kind of faggot you’re gonna be?

Well, you sure do love that boot, so how about we make you a foot faggot? Yeah, you’re gonna love it, cleaning and shining men’s boots with your tongue, licking the sweat and grime from between their toes, sucking their filthy socks, and the only time you’ll cum is with a foot up your ass–how does that sound?

…Why am I doing this? Because I hate faggots, but if you’re here, then you might as well be useful. All my buddies are gonna know you’re here, ready to shine their shoes and clean their feet whenever they want. Now get that boot off and suck my sock–I haven’t got all night to get you trained.

“No Officer, you know what? I don’t really think it matters how fast I was going. I think what really matters is how good that rubber feels against your skin. You look surprised–don’t you remember putting your uniform on earlier this evening, thinking about how hot you look with the blue latex pulled tight against your muscles? Go on, rub them–damn those webbed gloves are really pervy. I bet you’re a total pervert, aren’t you? You’re just a giant rubber pig cop, aren’t you? Don’t shake your head like that–I mean, it’s pretty obvious from that mask you’re wearing. Go on, grunt. Grunt like a pig while you rub that hard cock in your rubber pants. Now, you wanted to ask me something officer? What was it?”

“Sir, *grunt* I need you *snort* to step out of your car, Sir.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I’ve been a very bad pig Sir, *grunt* I need a cock up my ass sir, I need it bad. Please *oink* give me your cum sir? Please?”

“Well, alright. I guess I can spare a moment for a pervy pig cop like you…”

There are some places in the world, small ones, where ley lines converge, which pulse with spectacular energy. There are many kinds, masculine and feminine, purity and corruption, but merely passing through them is enough to incite a small change in any person, but for a special few, whose own energies reverberate with the lines below them, something spectacular can occur.

Paul Bunyan, we believe, is one such example, though most think he is all but legend. While traversing the American Frontier, he likely stumbled through one of these intersections. Imagine his surprise as he was struck with a bout of incredible horniness, jacking his growing cock as he quickly grew out of his clothing, rocketing from the height of a normal man to twelve feet tall, his beard and body hair growing thicker and thicker and impossible to cut, his cock soon the length and girth of a normal man’s forearm. Of course we prefer to speak of these instances as mere myth–but that doesn’t stop men from spending their lives searching for these sacred places, hoping they too, will be changed, and be made extraordinary. 

When Nathan had said he wanted to take Michael to a gaming convention, Michael hadn’t been too excited. He had been even less excited when he heard about Nathan’s plan to cosplay as a couple of orcs–but Nathan eventually convinced him to try the costume on. If Michael didn’t enjoy it, then he wouldn’t have to do it.

He had been expecting cardboard costumes and face paint–not the strange neon green solution Nathan had presented, but he drank it down with his boyfriend–and immediately felt sick to his stomach. His skin–it was turning green, and he was growing shorter and broader, his body filling in with pounds of muscle. Looking over at Nathan–he too was changing, but growing taller, and even more muscular than Michael. Becoming far more powerful…and Michael felt his now feeble mind overcome with the need to serve his warlord.
As Michael sucked down Nathan’s ten inch cock, Nathan told him that the convention wasn’t entirely about gaming. There was also a heavy undercurrent of sex play involved. They would be a shoe-in for first place in the costume contest, as the orc warlord and his sex slave peon.

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Why…Why did he keep putting it on? It had been three days since Greg’s visit to the strange curio shop in Chinatown. He’d picked up the small bottle of deodorant as a joke. What company, after all, would say their deodorant smelled like “Backwoods Musk”? He’d put it on before going to the gym to workout with Jeff, and they’d had a good laugh at the cedary, sweaty smell, but this was getting out of control. Greg was putting on weight, his beard was growing uncontrollably, and he couldn’t stop smelling himself.
There was a knock on the door, and when he opened it, there was Jeff, or he thought it was Jeff. He was looking a bit younger, and maybe even…chubby? “Greg…Greg, I gotta smell it again, please tell me…” Jeff said, but stopped and tackled his friend to the ground, lapping and licking at his pit, Greg groaning, his cock rock hard, and he knew why he kept putting it on–because it was his scent–his stench, and he and his boy here, they were going to be smelling like backwoods musk for the rest of their lives.

“Come on son, please let me take these off? I’ve been pissing through them for weeks now, they’re vile.”

“Dad, at least be thankful that I let you cut a whole in the back so you haven’t been storing your shit that long too.”

“Yeah, but you don’t even let me wipe! I…I think the guys at work can smell them through my clothes.”

“Are you sure they aren’t just smelling you? I mean, you haven’t showered in ten days? I mean, have you smelled those pits of yours? No, go on dad, smell them, tell me what you think of them.”

“No, please…oh fuck, it’s so fucking nasty…I think I’m gonna–”

“Don’t throw up, you fucking pussy. Besides, it’s growing on you now, isn’t it? You enjoy your stench, judging by how your cock is tenting out your filthy underwear.”

“Please…Please don’t, I’m your father! Don’t touch me there!”

“Shut up and smell your pits, pig! Smell ‘em and enjoy them. Here, you want to take these shorts off? Here, I’ll take them off for you…damn dad, these are rank–God, I love the smell of pissy shorts. Here, you smell them, get your nose right in there and don’t fucking stop.”

“Son, please–”

“Shut up bitch, and focus on the smell, focus on how filthy and rank it is, focus on how hard that stench is making your cock in my hand–your son’s hand no less, you pervert. Yeah, look at yourself in that mirror, unwashed body, your nose buried in your own piss sodden underwear, your son jacking your rock hard cock…you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You can’t stop it, because all of this is making you so turned on you can’t fucking help yourself!”

“Oh for the love of God, please! Please don’t–oh…Oh! god…damn it…”

“Now wipe up that seed with them and now you’re gonna suck it out…yeah bitch, get it in that hole of yours and suck–aww, is the faggot gonna cry now? Don’t cry dad, this is how men enjoy themselves, this is how we bond. Don’t be a fucking pussy about it…Now take ’em out and put them on backwards.”

“Backwards? But…”

“Talking about you storing up a few loads of shit in those was just too hot to resist, but don’t worry, at least you’ll be able to reach your cock, because from now on, you’re gonna be pissing up and all over your clothes, and whenever you drop a load of shit in those shorts, you’re gonna jack off and love it–oh quit your fucking blubbering! You’re the one who wanted more father-son bonding time! I can’t help it if I only like bonding with dirty, filthy pigs like you’re gonna be. 

Another night of fruitless searching. Anthony was exhausted–he’d been at this for months now, and he was beginning to think he’d never find his Master, as he took another inhale of the boxer briefs. The clothes had come in an unlabeled box on his doorstep–the rank, filthy clothes of his Master, or at least, that’s who Anthony knew he was now that he’d become addicted to the stench. 

He couldn’t bring himself to wear anything else–he’d quit his job and spent his days scouring the city, sniffing dirty men, hoping he would recognize the smell of his Master. He’d just finished jacking off in an alley, feeling hopeless, when his nose caught something–something fresh. He scurried out of the alley, eyes wild, nose snorting, and he bounded off down the sidewalk. 

There he was–he had found him! He could see his Master’s filthy clothes up ahead, and he charged on, tackling him to the ground, burying his nose deep in his Master’s pit and inhaling the rich, fresh musk he’d spent months searching for. Hide and seek was over–he had proven his devotion, and now, he would truly serve.

Something weird was up with Dennis’ brother, Bryan. After his bad breakup with Cindy a few weeks ago, he had started packing on the pounds suddenly, and soon after that, he started spending a lot of time in his room with the door closed, and more than once Dennis had heard moans coming from his room.

Late one night, a particularly loud squeal woke Dennis up in bed, and he knew he had to figure out what was going on with Bryan. He snuck down the hall, opened the door a crack and peeked inside–and saw his brother, fatter than Dennis had ever seen him, fucking his ass with a dildo. Dennis let out a gasp, a quiet one, but Bryan still heard him. 

The whole story came out then–how Cindy and her witch friends had cursed him to gain weight continuously, and he could only lose the weight by getting fucked. He swore Dennis to secrecy, and his little brother agreed, but Dennis had a plan. The next day, the dildo disappeared–from now on, Dennis would be fucking his asshole brother’s hole, unless Bryan wanted to be as big as a house in a week’s time.

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