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Fuck Your Brains Out: Part Two
🕑 Added 2023-03-27 06:46:26 +0000 UTCI’ve been writing nonstop for the past six months. At least that’s the way it feels.
If you didn’t read my last journal entry about this, go back and check it out. Long story short, a fan got in touch over email and we hooked up. But it wasn’t just any hookup... I thought we were just roleplaying, but he actually had a magic cock. He fucked me so hard that I transformed into my fantasy – a dumb jock who’s only focussed on muscle and cock.
He got me good. By the time I left his hotel room, all I wanted was my next fuck. I was big and buff and out of my mind with lust. I was the kind of oversexed bro that could make you hard just by walking past your house.
There’s always a price and I paid it happily. Guys have always loved my cock – just over eight inches and thick enough to hit all your favourite spots. He took it from me. Shrank me down til I barely had three inches left. Gave me a tiny pair of balls to match. But who the hell cared? I’m mostly a bottom anyway, and with my hot new body I was gonna get pounded all the time.
Of course, it was too good to be true. He just gave me a taste and he took it away. Right after I got home I shrank back down into my normal, boring, regular self. I was nothing but average, except now I had a tiny dick too. I almost cried.
He made me a deal – if I write a hot enough story, he’ll fuck me again. Maybe he’ll transform me back into a muscled up bro... that’s what I’m hoping. I want him to transform me into a horny himbo, and this time I want him to make it stick.
I know he can do it. Daddy can fuck me and make me big again.
I just have to write a hot enough story.
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After my last story, a bunch of you guys asked what happened when my husband got home. Maybe I wasn’t transformed, but my cock was tiny now. He must have noticed, right?
You’re right, he did. The first time he saw me without my pants he made a joke about it being cold outside. The first time we fucked it took him a little searching to reach around and grab my hard cock. I could tell he wanted to say something, but what do you say? Hey husband, I noticed you got tiny over the weekend?
After a few weeks he just... got used to it. People do that – rewrite history so the present moment makes sense. A month after my transformation, I doubt he even remembered my old size.
My husband’s not the only one who noticed. I’ve got two regular fuckbuddies – Tony and Jason – and they both made jokes too. Tony’s got a big dick himself, so he just hoped it wasn’t catching. Jason’s only about five inches – he didn’t ask any questions, he just enjoyed being the bigger one in our relationship.
It seems like a lot, right? Three guys who want me on the regular, plus the occasional hookup with a fan? I kind of think of it like ice cream – you don’t always want vanilla. My husband is a good looking guy and I love riding his cock. He’s got a preppy vibe that I find super hot, but you’ve got to mix it up.
Tony’s sort of a nerd, but he had the biggest cock of the three – something I was appreciating way more since Daddy shrunk me down. The guy was totally into Marvel movies and cosplay. It’s not my thing, but he’s got the abs for it!
Jason’s more of a straight-acting bro type. I met him at my gym and I must have given off that queer vibe. He cornered me in the showers. I thought I was in trouble til he got on his knees and started sucking my dick.
So that’s my sex life. Not bad, especially for someone with a three inch dick.
Last Sunday I was having a little pity party, thinking about how unfair this all was. I’ve been writing erotica for over a decade and people say I’m good at it. How come Daddy didn’t just fuck me and leave me in my fantasy? Why did he have to bring me back to earth?
My phone buzzed with a text and I jumped at it. Anything was better than self-pity.
“sup girl...” Jason texted. “come over... i wanna get my dick sucked lol!!!”
Weird text – Jason usually called me ‘bro’. That’s one of those little things that gets me super hard. I don’t care when gay guys call me ‘girl’, but I didn’t think Jason was that kinda gay, you know?
Whatever. I was down to suck some cock. I told my husband I was headed over to Jason’s for the evening. He waved and told me to have fun.
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Jason opened the door and my jaw dropped.
Something dramatic had happened since our last night together. Jason’s style usually revolved around jeans and a black t-shirt. Sometimes he’d mix it up and wear a white tee. Slap that on a powerlifter build and you had a boring but reliable fuckbuddy.
The new Jason was anything but boring.
His powerlifter build was gone, vanished in favour of a cut physique. I could see clear separation between his muscles and an almost total lack of body fat. His straight bro act was totally gone – Jason was wearing a white crop top and a pair of hot pink mesh shorts. I could see an orange thong underneath, peeking through the fabric. He looked like he’d spent the week in a tanning booth. His hair had gone bleached blond, gelled and hairsprayed into a spiked up fade.
“Hey girl!” he squealed, radiating queer energy as he answered the door. His hands fluttered around as he yelled “Fierce, fierce, pose!” On the last word he landed his hands on his hips and grinned like a cheerleader.
“What the actual fuck...” I gasped, staring at the caricature in front of me. He looked like a character from one of my stories. That’s kind of my thing – taking guys and transforming them into gay stereotypes. Blame my repressed upbringing, I don’t know, but the fantasy I return to again and again.
For just a moment I was terrified – had I somehow written a new version of Jason into existence? I’m a good editor, but I’ve never accidentally edited reality before.
No, that was impossible! I shook my head. I’m just a writer – I don’t have that kind of power.
“Jason?” I asked, a little scared to hear the answer. “Is that really you?”
“Hell yeah baby girl,” Jason giggled. “I wanna fuck you so bad... you’re like... totally the hottest, like... for sure.”
I just stood there in shock. I felt like my brain had stalled out. Lucky for me, his gears were still turning, albeit slowly.
“Relax babe...” he said soothingly. “Daddy says you need like... way more himbos in your stories, so I’m gonna be like... your inspiration!”
“You met Daddy?” I gulped. I thought I’d been so careful, making sure he couldn’t follow me home. Making sure he never knew my real name. But somehow he’d found me. Found my friends! “You’re not supposed to be like this...”
“I’m pretty sure I am!” Jason laughed happily. “I’m like... a big dicked himbo now! Got a big dick that’s gonna make you beg for more. He made my cock like... so much bigger... I’m so thick and juicy now... Like... all I wanna do is fuck and lift and party!”
“You’re not thinking clearly,” I said, trying to reason my way out of the moment.
“You got that right,” Jason giggled. “Now get in here girl! I’m so fuckin’ horny! I’m gonna blow my load all over your hole!”
He grabbed my jacket collar and pulled me into his apartment. Jason’s apartment always reflected his bro vibe, but that was history now. Instead of the pigsty I expected, Jason’s apartment was immaculate. Every surface was cleared and cleaned, his shoes were lined up neatly, even his kitchen was spotless.
He hadn’t just cleaned either. He’d decorated. New pink throw pillows on the couch and a fuzzy pink blanket. A bunch of flowers and plants. Even a few new paintings – all of them nudes of muscular men.
Jason’s old vibe was ‘no homo, but let’s fuck’. His new vibe was ‘hella homo, let’s fuck til dawn!’
“Dude, this isn’t okay,” I protested. “You always hated dudes who dressed like... this,” I said, pointing at his crop top and mesh shorts. “Total faggots, you always said!”
“Yeah girl,” Jason shrugged, giving me a sly grin. “That’s just like... cause I could like... never pull it off, right? And I’m like... totally pulling it off now!”
He reached down and squeezed his cock through the shorts. God... he wasn’t lying about that giant new dick. He was easily nine inches – an inch bigger than my old size, and three times the size of the little cock Daddy left me with.
“Yeah, you’re pulling it off,” I said trying to stay composed. The moment I saw his new cock... man I wanted to jump him.
Jason hooked his thumbs around his waistband and tugged off his shorts, leaving himself in just a crop top and a neon thong. He rolled his hips seductively, making his bulge bounce at me.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot Jason...” I growled.
“It’s Jace now honey,” he laughed. “Jason was like... such a straight guy name! Don’tcha just hate straight acting gays? Like... just admit you’re queer, right? You don’t gotta play pretend!”
“Hey,” I protested. I’m not exactly a stereotypical queen, and I know lots of guys who aren’t. “Being gay isn’t about the colours you wear or how short your shorts are – it’s just about who you love.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Whatever. God, I’m so glad I don’t have to pretend like I’m some wannabe straight bro anymore!” he cried, grabbing at his crop top and tearing it in half. The fabric fell away, revealing his heavy round pecs and a tight pair of abs. Jason had never cared about abs... but Jace loved to show them off.
He grabbed his pecs and squeezed, moaning like a slut the whole time.
“Daddy was sooooo right...” Jace moaned. “This is like... all I really wanted!”
There was no way I’d win that argument. Guys who buy into the stereotype, they act like every other dude is faking it.
“So, how’d you even meet Daddy?” I asked, trying to focus. Jace was dancing in front of me, grinding the air with only his neon thong between him and the world.
“Suck my cock and I’ll tell you,” he teased. He stretched the straps on his thong and lowered it just enough to see the base of his shaved pole.
I glanced at it. He was so big and hard... I wanted it in my mouth.
He saw the look on my face and stopped playing. The thong his the floor and his cock dropped out. Holy shit... it was huge. So thick and long... I wasn’t sure if I could actually take it. But I got down on my knees anyhow and started sucking him off.
“Mmm...” Jace moaned, holding the sides of my head and guiding my rhythm. “Yeah girl... that feels so good...”
“So how’d it happen?” I asked, licking my way down his shaft.
“Huh?”
“How’d you meet Daddy?” I mumbled, choking on his cock.
“Oh my god,” Jace laughed. “You’re like... totally obsessed, aren’t you?”
“C’mon bro, you said you’d tell me!”
“Okay, fine,” he huffed, guiding me back onto his dick. “I dunno, he just like... texted me. Said he was a friend of yours. Said you wanted me to meet him. Said my top ass needed to get worked, and you wanted him to fuck me real good...”
Jace stared at the wall with a dazed look. I knew that feeling... sometimes when I thought about Daddy’s cock I just zoned out for hours. The way he worked my ass... man, I wanted him inside me so bad.. but...
“I never told him that,” I defended myself. “I never asked him to fuck you!”
“Well good news girlfriend,” Jace laughed. “He did it anyway! He showed up here and sized me up in one look! Told me he knew I didn’t wanna be gay... like, you remember how I loved dick, but I hated guys who make it their whole thing? Like I wanted to suck cock, so long as nobody knew, right?”
“Yeah,” I said through a full mouth. “That’s kinda your brand. You watch sports and talk deep and hang out with all those straight bros, right?”
“I used to,” Jace giggled. “Suck my balls internalized homophobia – he fucked it all away with his magic cock! Now I’m free! I get to watch drag race and be totally fierce and... those straight bros... I got like... powerful pheromones now baby. Guys can’t resist this cock...”
He had me there. I mighta been freaked out, but I couldn’t stop sucking.
“So he just invited himself over and you let him fuck you?”
“No way babe,” Jace said with a grin. “I fuckin’ begged him for it! After he sent me the video?”
I heard him unlocking his phone. A second later he shoved it in my face, even while I kept sucking him off. The video was me, getting fucked by Daddy in our hotel room. I was shifting and morphing under him as we went. Getting so big and beefy... just like I wanted.
“I was like... yes please!” Jace laughed. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my throat hard while he prattled on. “So he came over last night and fucked me! He fucked me so good... and now I’m gay as fuck baby girl! Gay... all the way!”
He took his cock outta my mouth and started slapping my face with it.
“I’m a flamer now baby,” he teased. “You like it?”
“You’re so hot,” I whispered.
“You wanna write a story?” Jace smiled broadly. He drew a line across my lips with his precum.
“Yeah...” I moaned, staring at his hard body.
“But you want me to fuck you first, right?” he smirked.
God, he tasted so good...
“Yeah...” I said with a goofy grin. There was something about him making me so incredibly horny. My brain had shut off entirely...
All I could think about was the hot stud and his dripping cock.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. I tried to lock my lips around his cock again, but he pulled away.
“Flip over baby,” he ordered gently. “Show me that ass.”
You read what happened with Daddy. Now it was happening with Jace. I can’t resist a guy who orders me around. I flipped so my elbows were on the bed and stuck my ass in the air.
“Good boy,” he whispered softly into my ear. I could feel his heavy body over me, the tip of his cock brushing lightly against my hole. I floated in breathless anticipation until his fingers pushed into my hole. They were covered in lube... getting me wet... getting me ready...
I moaned like a whore. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. It wouldn’t change me... only Daddy’s cock can twist reality – but Jace’s would sure feel good.
“He wants it, doesn’t he?” Jace growled. He added a second finger, then a third. Thank god... I’m a decent bottom, but his new cock was beyond belief. Just thinking about it had me rock hard – all three inches of me.
And then he was pushing into me. I felt his cock head slip inside and I froze. It felt so much bigger than it looked... and it already looked massive!
“Relax baby girl,” he laughed. “I’m gonna go slow. Gotta let you get used to my monster. Slow but steady... isn’t that right?”
I couldn’t speak as he filled me up. I just kept gasping with every inch, doing my best to focus and relax. Take it like a man. Straight guys always act like gay dudes are weak... I’d like to see them take a cock.
With Jace’s old friends and new pheromones, a few straight guys might. At least they’d start the evening straight – once you take a cock like Jace’s, you’d never go back to pussy.
He hit my prostate hard enough I almost blacked out. My face was pressed hard into the mattress. All I could do was moan and move my hips. He started pounding me, going at my ass like a hammer to a nail. I could feel myself melting under him.
“I’m gonna like... totally cum inside you!” Jace cried out.
I could feel his cock throbbing. Cum gushed out of him, hit after hit of it. I felt like a lightning rod, on fire and alive. Finally he dropped his softening cock from my hole and I collapsed on the bed.
My ass was loaded with him cum. I could feel it inside me. The old Jason had fucked me plenty... but never this hard. Never this much. I was sore from taking his cock.
I could feel a little damp spot under me. My tiny dick must have dribbled out it’s load without me noticing. That’s how hot Jace is. After a minute or two he pulled me off the bed and walked me towards the shower. Whatever he wanted...
“Sex is like... so much better now,” Jace was rambling while he soaped up. “Like... before Daddy turned me out, I was always wishing I could be banging some chick... like... how dumb is that?” he laughed.
“So dumb,” I said automatically.
“I’m like... so much hotter now,” Jace grinned. “I never got why some gay dudes are such flamers, but Daddy totally changed my mind! He made me a confident slut who needs to live that hot gay life... totally perfect, like... right?”
“Yeah...” I agreed. I didn’t really know, but Jace wasn’t listening anyway.
“Anyway, I’m gonna go dancing. You wanna come?” he said, finally looking at me. “Maybe we pick up a third and we spit roast you?”
That was way outside my comfort zone. But when Jace said it... I almost wanted it to happen.
“Uh... I think I’m just gonna go home,” I said, barely managing to force the words out. “I’m kind on overload for tonight.”
“Your loss,” Jace shrugged, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. “I just totally need to move! Hurry up slut, my ubers gonna be here in like... two minutes.”
We pulled on our clothes. I felt like such a prude – jeans and a black t-shirt. Jace stood there proudly in his pink shorts and a white leather harness. Ever since I realized I was gay, I’d been jealous of guys like Jace... until Daddy made me into one. I’d do anything to get it back...
Jace hopped into his uber and left me standing in the rain. I was still glowing from the sex, even as water beaded along my neck and dribbled down my back. A shiver ran through me.
How much of that did Jason actually want?
Was it like when Daddy fucked me? I’d felt in control the whole time, like he was a genie granting my deepest wishes. And yeah, I hadn’t made every single decision – he’d insisted on a bunch of rules upfront, and then later on he took the reins again and finished my transformation for me. But it was all what I wanted... I was pretty sure about that.
Jason had always been that straight-acting bro, and I know a lot of gay guys call that internalized homophobia, but he’d honestly seemed happy the way he was. Now he’d totally flipped and was more interested in being a flaming stereotype. Jace wanted it... but had Jason?
Was Jace my old fuckbuddy, suddenly freed of his burdens? Or was he a replacement, a distorted version of my friend, someone who took his place and his life and left him for dead. Was Jace actually happy? Or was he brainwashed, just so Daddy could tempt me again?
I didn’t know. I pulled my jacket tight and headed for home.
At least I started heading home. A few minutes into my walk my phone buzzed. A text from Tony.
“Hey!” he texted. “I’m super horny dude... need to get my rocks off... Available?”
I sighed. I know, a guy who writes these kinds of stories... I should wanna suck as much dick as possible. But somedays you’re too tired, right?
“Sorry dude,” I texted back. “I’m having a really weird day. Some other time.”
“C’mon buddy...” Tony texted back. “You’re gonna wanna see this!”
My stomach twisted. It took me a second to catch up with my thoughts... oh god... did Daddy fuck Tony too? Did he take both my fuckbuddies and turn them into horny himbos?
I tried to picture it – if Jason had become Jace, where would Daddy take Tony? He already had the big dick... but knowing Tony, he would have wished himself into Captain America or whatever. I imagined opening the door and seeing him in a spandex costume, every muscle outlined and pumped. Dull eyes over a magnificent body, ready to fuck and save the world from evil.
I didn’t want to see it, but I couldn’t turn away.
“Be there in twenty...” I texted Tony.
“Hurry!” he texted back.
The next twenty minutes were a blur. My feet carried me towards Tony’s house but my mind was tangled up with thoughts of Daddy. Just how far was he willing to go? He wanted me to write a bunch of hot stories for him... fine, that’s what I do. But why was he fucking with my life to do it?
I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. Jace was definitely one hot top, and Tony would match him at a minimum. Go ahead, turn all my fuckbuddies into himbos... I could live with that.
By time time I arrived at Tony’s place, I’d resigned myself to a life of endless erotica writing while Jace and Tony kept me permanently horned up. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to centre myself. Then I knocked.
Tony opened the door and I let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t been transformed – not one inch of him. He looked exactly like normal.
“Oh... uh, hey,” I said, realizing how scared I’d been. “I uh... what’s the big surprise?”
He grinned and waved me inside. The moment the door was shut, he unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down a little.
“New jockstrap,” he chuckled. “It got here today, and I really want to show it off.”
“Thank god,” I said, sinking down onto his couch. “Sorry, it’s just been... it’s been a really weird day.”
Tony’s always been a sensitive guy. He caught my concern right away and hiked his pants back up, putting his own horny needs on the back burner.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked.
“I don’t know how,” I shrugged. “Most days... you know I’d be down to talk, but today... I just want to go home and mix myself a drink. Pretend like nothing weird’s happening, y’know?”
“For sure,” Tony nodded. He gave me a long hug and an umbrella, then sent me on my way.
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My husband and I live in an apartment. One of those big steel and glass towers that dot the city like dandelions. When I was a kid I always expected a big house, or at least a cool brick loft downtown. Instead I’m stuck in a generic one-bedroom – the kind where you can’t open the fridge and the oven at the same time.
I rode the elevator up to our floor, grateful to be headed back towards normalcy. Despite my whole multiple-fuckbuddies porn author schtick, at the end of the day I just want to smoke a joint and watch Netflix cancel my favourite shows.
I knew something was wrong when I stepped through the door. There was a weird noise coming from the bedroom. I stopped and listened – Grunting and panting and a deep voice begging for more.
That didn’t bother me. He’s allowed to fuck other people. We both are.
But we never bring them home.
And that voice... there was something familiar about it. Like someone had taken my husband and auto-tuned him down from a treble to a bass.
A bolt of anxiety shot through me. Three steps to the bedroom. Please, please, no...
Daddy was on the bed, going at my husband like a jackhammer. At least... I assumed it was my husband. He didn’t look like himself at all – but every instinct I’ve got screamed that it was him.
My husband has always been a little nerdy and a little corporate. Not the kind of drone who hates his life, but definitely the kind of guy who wears a suit and tie to the office. And he pulls it off! A suit hangs perfectly on his thinner body.
The guy on the bed...
The guy getting his ass renovated...
He was a total beefcake jock. Big and bulky, like I always wanted to be. He had a thick muscle ass, the kind of cakes that made jeans look good... and every time Daddy thrust into him again, those cakes shook like an earthquake.
I sort of recognized him, the way I sort of recognized Jace. The basics were all there – his mediterranean skin, his long legs, his beautiful cheekbones... but he’d gained at least a hundred pounds of extra muscle since the morning.
His hair wasn’t a boring brown mop anymore... he’d dyed it neon purple and used enough hairspray to lock up Richard Nixon.
And his cock... it was having down below him, untouched as Daddy took his ass. My husband’s always had a great cock, but it had gone supersize. You could chop down a tree with that thing! Jace would look average next to him! I could see precum dripping down onto our sheets and I realized I was salivating.
I wanted my mouth on that dick so bad. He was making my husband so fucking hot...
“Yeah baby,” Daddy whispered in his ear, barely audible over my husband’s grunts. “I like my boys totally hairless below the beard...”
I watched as my husband’s light body hair faded away, leaving nothing but smooth skin.
“And bare skin looks better with a tan, doesn’t it?” Daddy whispered. He glanced over at me and smirked.
“Yeah...” my husband rumbled. That wasn’t how he sounded at all. “I want a golden tan that lasts all year...”
His skin got darker, his olive complexion turning to a more golden brown. Just like that.
“That’s right baby,” Daddy grunted, speeding up his thrusts and glancing over at me again. He had a weird look in his eyes – like he was toying with me. “You’ll do anything for your cock. You’re just a big dumb jock now, aren’tcha... gonna inspire your hubby to write so many hot stories, won’tcha?”
My husbands face shifted somehow. I could see his mind emptying of everything but sex and muscles and more sex. It’s hot when you write it in a story. It’s even okay when your fuckbuddy has that glazed over look. But my husband? I watched in horror.
“Yeah...” he grunted in his deep voice. “Yeah... fuck my whore ass...”
“Stop it!” I heard myself shout.
“What’s wrong boy?” Daddy asked, turning his head and staring me down. He didn’t stop fucking... not for one second.
“You’re making him dumb!”
“So? Don’t you think it’s hot?” he teased. “I’m gonna cum in a second... if you want any changes, now’s the time!”
“Just... make him smart again,” I begged.
Daddy slapped my husbands ass so hard it left a red print on the tanned flesh.
“No,” he smirked. “I like stories about dumb sluts... and so do you!”
He looked back down at my husband’s muscular back and bounced on his ass a few more times. With a long moan he shot his load, filling my husband’s ass and locking in his fate.
My husband collapsed on the bed under him, utterly destroyed. He let out a long moan when Daddy rolled out of bed.
“Your stories have been good,” Daddy said, pulling on his pants.
“Thanks,” I said, staring past him at the beefy stud that had replaced my husband
“But you can do better,” Daddy said, giving me a condescending pat on the cheek. “I know you can.”
On one hand, that made me angry. I work hard on my stories, and I like to think they’re all worth reading. On the other hand... he was probably right.
I stared at my husbands newly pumped up ass while Daddy slipped on his sweater and left the room.
“Oh hey,” he called out from the hall. “Have him snap his fingers when his cock’s inside you...” he suggested. “I guarantee, you’re gonna love it!”
I heard the apartment door close. Daddy was gone again.
But my husband was still there.
“Mmmm... s’up D?” he groaned, rolling over onto his back. His cock was still rock hard, swaying slightly as it stuck straight up. He was ready to go.
“Hey...” I said cautiously. “How’re you doing?”
“Get that tight ass over here,” he ordered. “I wanna fuck you right now!”
He might have been a dumb jock with a muscular body and an endless sex drive, but he was my dumb jock with... y’know what, never mind. My husband had always been hot, but he was all my kinks rolled into one now. If I’d met him at the grocery story or a coffee shop, I woulda fucked him anywhere he wanted.
His new cock felt incredible in my hole. I don’t always use poppers, but we had to break them out. There was no way I could take him otherwise. Once the drug hit me I felt everything relax and he slid right in.
“You like that?” he teased, working his thick pole farther and farther into me. I couldn’t believe the way it felt. I’ve been with him so many times, but this was totally new. It was like finding a new continent on an old map – so much to explore, but with the ease and understanding that comes from time.
Daddy doesn’t erase you. He reforms you. I stopped worrying about Jace so much – if I could still recognize this much about my husband, then Jace wasn’t someone entirely new either. Just... a better version of himself. A hotter version.
My husband had his cock firmly buried up my ass when I remembered what Daddy told me. Snap his fingers... but did I want him to?
God... I hoped it wouldn’t turn him back to normal. When your partner suddenly becomes a sex god, you’ll do anything to keep it going.
But Daddy told me to do it. No way was I gonna disobey.
“Snap your fingers...” I gasped.
“Huh?”
“Snap! Your! Fingers!” I insisted. “Daddy says so...”
“Uh... okay,” he said in that heavy voice. I heard his fingers brush together a couple times. His hands were so much bigger now, that reflex must not have been ready yet. Eventually he got it.
I heard the snap and in the same moment I felt it. His cock was getting even bigger! Inflating inside me, like a sex toy that just wouldn’t stop. A little bit longer... maybe an extra half-inch... but he was definitely getting thicker. Oh fuck... he was gonna ruin my ass...
It felt so good. I could barely hold myself together. I let out a shout – he shoved my head down into the pillow and muffled me.
“Yeah baby?” he grunted, pounding me with his impossibly thick cock. “Yeah, you like that, huh slut?”
“I like it,” I shouted into the pillow. I doubted he could make out the words, but at least he understood my enthusiasm. “I like it. I love it!”
“Gettin’ close bro,” he gasped.
I could feel his sack slapping against my ass, each thrust making me shiver with overload. He’d never been rough in bed before – turns out I like it. He’d never called me bro before either, but you know how I felt about that. I’m a sucker for backwards caps and guys with limited vocabularies.
“Cum inside me,” I shouted into the pillow. “I’m your whore! Use my whore ass!”
He couldn’t hear the words, but he knew exactly what I wanted. Marriage is magical like that.
“I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” he grunted. I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding my insides with his first load as a muscle beast.
I almost blacked out from the pleasure.
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Here’s the thing about being married to a dumb muscle slut – yes, it’s hot as all hell, but it’s also incredibly distracting. I’m a writer, which means I need to, y’know... write.
I can’t just have sex all day. Even just two or three times a day is too much to really focus. I feel like I’m always either getting horny, getting fucked, or showering off the afterglow. He walks around the house in these tiny little boxer briefs or ridiculously neon jockstraps... I can’t keep my eyes off him.
Sometimes I lock myself in my office and get a few paragraphs done, but soon enough he comes knocking and then I’m back in the cycle. It’s kind of exhausting – but don’t worry, I’ll push through it. After all, I do it for my readers, right?
Honestly, I’d just stop publishing stories and focus on my real life situation, but I have to write. I absolutely have to. If I can just write a story hot enough... maybe Daddy will come back and fuck me again. Maybe I can transform back into a horny muscle bro. I just need to ride his cock again – then this whole thing will seem perfectly natural to me.
I’ll have a big muscle butt to ride his giant cock with. We’ll be a couple of dumb studs, fucking til daybreak. All I need is one more fuck from Daddy...
Then we’ll be a matched pair.
Comments
Lusty Stallion
Such an awesome story man. Hit all the buttons. Loved Daddy toying with his friends and leaving them permanently changed. Finding his husband transformed, the horror and yet still the lust for his own transformation. Such a hot story man!
Derek Williams
Thanks so much! It's certainly a great incentive to write more ;)
Ruffcub
Oh man, that was super hot! I love the concept of Daddy playing with the narrator's friends and husband like a cat with a mouse and the transformations were awesome. Great work!
Derek Williams
Thanks Naks! I appreciate it – I'm just a horny guy trying to use big words ;) Glad you enjoy the tinge of horror. As for what'll happen next... well, that's entirely up to Daddy.
Naks
First off, I have to say that this story was off the chains hot! The transformations were just amazing! Second I can see how creative and how you are such an amazing writer. Even at my best I could never come up with a line like “used enough hairspray to lick up Richard Nixon’. My writing has always been very direct and to the point. You have such an amazing way with words. In the other hand, I wonder if daddy has gone too far? I would be freaking out if someone I barely knew, with these genie-like powers went after my friend and husband to transform them all to just inspire really good kinky stories. I mean daddy could go guck world leaders to be better people. He could go duck kkk members to be naacp people instead, but he uses these powered to inspire better erotic stories about himbos. I actually don’t know where that just came from. Maybe too much Philip DeFranco. At the end I of the day, I really enjoyed this story. I also realize why I find horror, sexy at times, because as much as this story is sexy and makes me so ducking horny, there is that small bit of horror about where will daddy strike next and what will he change, and is it concentual? I hope this makes sense? TLDR I l loved it.
