Himbo Labs (MM, Illustrated, Muscle Growth, Cock Growth)

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It has been some time since the last time I have been inspired to write a story. I hope that this one is well received as some of my past stories. This will be a multi-chapter story about muscle growth, cock growth, himbos, thinks, twunks, and much more.

I want to acknowledge the illustrator. Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

If you would like to read any of my other stories you can find them at Mother Nature Has Had Enough; The Incorrect Ritual; and The Perpetrators

Please note: The first chapter is muscle growth related, penis envy and cock growth will bee in subsequent chapters

Chapter 1: Himbo Juice & Twink Tea

It's impossible to have never heard of Himbo Labs and their revolutionary muscle growth elixirs. However, if you try searching for the term "Himbo" on the Internet, you won't find any mention of the lab or its products until about two years ago.

Before Himbo Labs burst on to the scene the word Himbo was meant as an insult. Himbos were dim-witted and naive muscle men, gorgeous yes but childlike and dumb. Yet, along comes Himbo Labs and suddenly being a Himbo is the most desirable status on the planet.

Thanks to Himbo Lab’s elixirs men are actively choosing to become Himbos, they are willing to sacrifice their intelligence, education, and layers of their personality in order to attain the ideal physical form. But that’s getting a head of the story.

After the first few people were captured on social media drinking Himbo's elixirs, the term "Himbo" became synonymous with physical perfection. The existence of the affordable formulas spread like wildfire, whispered in hushed tones and shouted from rooftops. Nearly everyone wanted what Himbo was selling - nearly everyone wanted to achieve the unattainable.

For those who yearn for the sculpted muscles of a god, there is the original formula - Himbo Juice, a concoction that promised to transform mere mortals into muscular gods. But for those who craved more than god-like physiques, there is Ultra Himbo Juice - a potent blend of secret ingredients that guarantees an otherworldly transformation, which elicits shock and awe at a guy’s mere muscular presence.

But Himbo Labs isn't only about bulging biceps and washboard abs. For those seeking a different kind of perfection, one that is slim, youthful, and oozing with sexiness, for them there is Twink Tea.

Advertisements for Himbo's groundbreaking products are everywhere you turn. With four of their products claiming a nearly perfect success rate, many consider Himbo's product line to be the answer to their prayers

Looking back, the launch of Himbo’s product line seems like an urban legend.

Yet, as we all know, this is no fantasy this is the modern day reality we now enjoy.

Where the Himbo Labs story really begins is when an unknown chemistry lab quietly entered the world of selling sparkling water. The water was bottled and sold under the name "Crystal Clear."

The water was highly praised for its miracle-like effects. Upon consumption, men felt a surge of energy, increased focus and confidence, a near sense of invincibility for 24 hours. However, after the first drop of Crystal Clear entered the man’s body a three-month clock began. 90 days to the minute that a guy used Crystal Clear the human body seems to metabolize Crystal Clear at twice the rate. After 90 days users noticed that they needed to drink more and more Crystal Clear to get the same results. Some even found that the effects wore off within 12 hours. Others still felt energized, but lacked the promised unstoppable confidence.

In the middle of May of last year, a rumor began to spread rapidly, starting with hushed conversations in gym locker rooms, corporate boardrooms and classrooms. The word on the street was that Himbo labs had made a breakthrough and a new improved Crystal Clear was coming to market. If the whispers were true Crystal Clear Max was going to go so much further.

Locker rooms were a buzz; social media was spreading assumptions as facts. Each prediction by some sort of “Himbo” expert built an excitement that turned into a fever pitch. The idea that Himbo lab was coming to the market with a liquid so powerful that it ignited the senses and provided an unlimited sense of motivation, caused thousands of speculations and just as many rumors about the new elixir. That is until Himbo’s mysterious lead scientist Dr. Popov emerged on to the scene captivating the world with his news that Himbo labs would have a worldwide announcement at the end of the week.

Dr. Popov was an overnight social media sensation, with a presence that rivaled the likes of Taylor Swift. Yet, the rumors continued to swirl about Crystal Clear, having been a powerful performance enhancer intended for Russian Olympic glory.

Dr. Popov’s videos rapidly gained millions of views as he teased the big announcement day. When Dr. Popov went live to announce the companies big break through, his online broadcast rivaled the 150 million viewers of the Apollo 11 moon landing. Having so many people watching made the labs reveal all the more shocking. Himbo’s popular product Crystal Clear was being discontinued. In its place, five new Elixirs were being released, each with the potential to completely change a person's life. Dr. Popov teased that for a limited time one bottle of each of these elixirs would be strategically hidden within the remaining stock of Crystal Clear.

Popov made sure that the world knew that the 5 bottles of the new Elixir were going to completely change the life of anyone who drank them. While he did not reveal how their life would change, he shared that for as much as people loved how they mentally felt when drinking Crystal Clear they would physically feel ten times better when drinking the new formulas. To get people up and moving he revealed that the five bottles looked jut like the Crystal Clear bottles only these special items had a golden label. Those who found the elixir were going to be golden for the rest of their lives.

As soon as the video ended, men of every age, race, and religion became amateur treasure hunters searching every gas station, restaurant, cafeteria and store that sold Crystal Clear.

A full seven days had passed since Dr. Popov presented his countrywide scavenger hunt, but still no one had uncovered a single hint about the mysterious golden-labeled bottles. As time went on, people grew more and more agitated and hopeless. Rumors spread of a man in Seattle who had supposedly spent an exorbitant amount of money trying to buy multiple pallets of Crystal Clear, yet even with all that effort, he never came across a single bottle with the elusive golden label.

However, everything changed when Diego, a 19-year-old guy from El Paso, TX, agreed to work a Friday night at the Food King for his best friend Simon.

Sadly, Diego should have been on a romantic date with his boyfriend Travis, but instead he was alone and heartbroken. The sudden breakup came as a shock to Diego, leaving him speechless and confused. He had no idea why Travis would call and end things so abruptly. With shaking hands, he texted Travis one simple question: "WHY?" As the pages of explanations flooded in from Travis, Diego's worst fears were confirmed. Every word only reinforced the belief that he wasn't good enough for Travis. Tears welled up in Diego's eyes as he tried to come to terms with the painful truth.

Diego had been wallowing in self-pity for about four or five hours when Diego’s phone rang. Diego pitifully ran to the phone with the hope that Travis was calling. Instead it was someone equally as trying on Diego’s nerves. It was Deigo’s best friend Simon calling on FaceTime.

Simon asked or basically told Diego that he should cover his evening shift at the Food King. Although Diego could use the extra cash, he just wanted to stay at home and lay in in his recent breakup. Seeing that Diego was hesitant, Simon knew he needed to convince him with something powerful.

Even though Simon thought of himself as mostly straight, Simon was aware of his best friend's strong desire for him. Whenever he needed to convince Diego of something, all it took was for him to flex his biceps or take off his shirt. And in desperate situations, like that night on Facetime, Simon would even go as far as to slip out of his underwear and show off his plump and semi-erect 6-inch member while pretending to get in the shower. He knew he should feel guilty about using his body to manipulate Diego, but deep down Simon loved the reaction and knew it was a surefire way to get what he wanted from Diego.

Diego couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards Simon. It had not always been that way. There was a time before the hormones the coming out, and before Travis that Simon and Diego were equals. Simon had not always had this power over Diego. But that all changed the summer after high school and before college when Simon had a sudden growth spurt gaining muscles in all the right places. Since then the friendship dynamic was heavily swayed in Simon’s favor.

That day in an attempt to catch Diego's attention and get what he wanted, Simon subtly began to undress first dropping his shorts leaving him in just a muscle tee and a revealing jockstrap that was stuffed with Simons fat 6-inch semi. Simon pretended to forget he was on Face time adjusting his cock and balls just to tease Diego. He lifted the jockstrap pouch drawing attention to his bulging crotch as he pretended to search for something in the bathroom. He then grabbed a towel, dropped his jockstrap, and gave just a glimpse of his cock as he threw a towel around his waist. Peeking at Diego's reaction, he noticed his friend quickly lick his lips, but there was still no confirmation that he would work for him. Simon hesitated, hoping it wouldn’t go this far, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Simon turned and started the shower, he was about to drop the towel to reveal his full thick glory when he heard the defeated tone of his best friend on the phone. Though disappointed, Diego agreed to cover Simon's shift. Diego hung up before Simon saw that Diego had popped a leaking boner, from watching Simon’s strip tease.

 

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Chapter 1 Cont.

Diego’s shift was nearly over he just needed to finish stocking the refrigerated aisle and he had a little less than an hour. Diego’s boss Karl had stopped by and per usual the 34 year old had flirted with Diego to no success. He had asked Diego if he wanted to stop over for a drink, but Diego just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. Even with work to distract him Diego was stuck between the pain of his breakup up with Travis and a need to bitch out Simon for making him so damn horny.

With only an hour left in his shift, Diego was stocking the refrigerated shelf full of Crystal Clear bottles when he stuck his hand into the box of back stock and pulled out a golden labeled bottle with an orange-ish looking juice.

Diego paused not believing his own eyes; he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Diego spun the bottle around trying to figure out if this was some cruel joke by Simon or maybe the overnight stocking lady was mocking him. As he turned the bottle to read the label he noticed in place of the words Crystal Clear was the title Himbo Juice and where a list of ingredients should be, there was only a QR code.

Did he really just stumble upon one of the five most sought-after items currently in existence? As he scanned the QR code, a video popped up, showing a scientific laboratory. Specifically, it's a chemistry lab with two men standing in the center of the screen.

One is the renowned Dr. Popov, but the other is a younger man a former wrestler by the looks of him. Despite his professional-looking white lab coat, his youthful appearance and solid muscular body suggested that he may be an intern or an assistant. The video introduces them as Dr. Popov and his senior intern, Oliver. After the introductions, Dr. Popov announced:

"Congratulations! You are one of the first five people to discover our new products. You have found our latest product: Himbo Juice." Dr. Popov stated. Unlike our previous formula, Crystal Clear, this new product is not temporary it is a permanent change. Equally important, its effects go beyond just enhancing reflexes, energy, and motivation; instead it will transform any ordinary man into one of the most powerful muscle hunks previously only thought to exist in erotica. “Say goodbye to short-term solutions and welcome long-lasting results with Himbo Juice." Dr. Popov’s assistant Oliver promised.

Dr. Popov offered to demonstrate his claims, shifting the camera to a confused Oliver. As Popov continued he revealed having replaced Oliver's water with another of the new Himbo products, Twink Tea. As Oliver had already been drinking the Tea his fate had been sealed.

Oliver began to sweat and his eyes crossed in a DC comic Joker kind of way. It would later be realized that the crossing of the eyes was a sure sign of the mental change that occurs right before the body begins to transform.. When someone has consumed Twink Tea the mental change is one of horniness and seductiveness it often amplified anyones gayness. If they were anything other than zero on the Kinsey Scale it was amplified and nearly always to a level 6.

Oliver began to change before their eyes - muscles melting away and a reverse puberty taking place. It was like a butterfly becoming a caterpillar. Diego couldn't help but notice how much younger and more like a Tik Tok or Instagram model Oliver began to appear.

With each heaving breath, Oliver's body began to shrink as the muscles melted away and his figure drastically slimmed down. The once bodybuilding built body and barreled chest all softened, making way for a more slender frame. His once harsh features now carried gentleness to them, transforming his ruggedly handsome face into one that exuded boyish charm. The white lab coat hung loosely on his new frame, emphasizing the changes to his body.

It was clear from the excitement and disbelief on his face, and the raging hard-on snaking down his slacks that Oliver was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

Diego's heart raced as he watched the video, his eyes glued to the phone screen as Dr. Popov explained the amazing effects of Himbo Juice. While comparable in wonder it was explained that Himbo Juice would be the exact opposite of what just occurred to Oliver, the consumer of Himbo Juice will become a legend.

The thought of transforming into a muscle stud filled Diego with excitement and anticipation. Diego's body tingled with the thought of his muscles growing and stretching. Between seeing Oliver become twinkie perfection and imaging himself with bulging biceps, a chiseled chest, and a deeply etched six pack, Diego realized that his cock was straining to break free from his work slacks. He may not have realized it yet, but he had already made up his mind he was going to become the ultimate vision of masculinity.

At that point, Diego really could only think about how he had never really considered what it would be like to be a mass of muscle that he was resigned to be skin and bones all his life. Pumping iron had always been Simon’s pastime. Simon was the one that had spent years in the gym and was equipped with the personality of a hulking monster.

The irony that this could have been Simon holding this elixir was not lost on Diego. For half a second Diego considered that maybe he should be a good friend and help Simon fulfill his dream, but with every passing second, Diego’s vision of his clothes straining against his new form, his muscles bulging and rippling with power, his once slim frame now chiseled and defined. These visions made Diego realize he now had his own lustful dream.

As Dr. Popov’s instructional video ended, Diego was dumb founded, he looked around and realized that a crowd of people had figured out what he was holding in his hand.

Hearing someone yell out his name, Diego turned to look further down to the front of the store. There he saw Simon coming down the aisle.

Simon had a sly smile like he had just gotten lucky with his date. He had the glow and smirk of a guy that was coming to brag to his friend. As Simon got closer to Diego he still had not noticed that Diego possessed a concoction so powerful that whichever one of them drank it they would become a god.

Without thinking any more, Diego turned up the bottle, chugging the juice down. Halfway through the bottle Diego paused, perhaps he could have split the bottle with his best friend, make them both the object of desire of anyone lucky enough to lay eyes on them, but that wasn’t to be Simons fate.

As Diego chugged the sweet juice, Dr. Popov's warning echoed in the back of his mind. He could hear Popov’s words, choosing to drink Himbo Juice would lower his IQ score to around 80 or 79. Diego nearly feel to his knees, but caught himself before his knees hit the ground.

Despite the doctor's mention of being suited for simpler tasks and jobs, all Diego could focus on was the warning about a change of clothes. The doctor had cautioned earlier that the drastic muscle growth would stretch beyond clothing seams, and anyone who consumed it would likely benefit from having multiple changes of clothing available as he went through four or five sizes.

Diego continued to guzzle down the elixir until the last drop of Himbo Juice slipped into his greedy mouth.
For nearly a minute Diego hesitated, unsure of what he should do in this situation. By then, Simon caught up to him and noticed the golden-labeled bottle in Diego's hand. He was about to bombard him with questions when suddenly, Diego's eyes rolled back into his head.

Diego could feel the transformation beginning to overtake him, electricity spread down his throat like wildfire. His skin vibrated and his heart pounded against his chest as a feeling of power roared to life.

Every nerve and muscle in Diego’s body seemed to tremble. In that moment, he worried. Could he handle this heat, the sudden burning in his throat? Sweat was pouring out of every pore.

As Diego looked around, the Food King shoppers were staring at him in awe and disbelief, their expressions a mix of shock and envy. Some whispered amongst themselves, pointing at him with amazement. Diego couldn't help but revel in the attention, as he noticed 5 no 10 camera phones recording his transformation and the realization that Simon was standing next to him in shock.

The sensation was so intense he tried to close his eyes for fear that they would melt away, but instead his eyes bulged and then he went crossed eyed for a few moments nearly collapsing to the ground, but he caught himself as the persistent buzz in his head rang louder.

Diego began to see moments of his life fade into dark, experiences that formed his personality shifted, and memories sizzled and evaporated. With each passing second, the intensity grew until he could no longer recall what he had been studying in college; his memory of programming and coding was quickly dissolving. It was as if his intelligence and brainpower were being sacrificed for the sake of his growing physical prowess and attractiveness.

The flames of power surged through Diego's mind, crackling with electricity and igniting a primal feeling that overwhelmed his senses. Any doubt and anxiety also became consumed in a blinding blaze; he could feel every muscle in his body pulsing with raw strength. Diego still possessed the ability to think and speak, he was still self aware, still witty, he could still feel emotions like love and pride. However he no longer cared for mundane thoughts nor could he be bothered to get hung up on old memories like ordinary people do. Nothing could distract him from his growing sense of invincibility.

As the flames left Diego’s scorched brain, the powerful energy surged through every organ and bone, making him feels both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

Every muscle seemed to expand and bulge beneath his skin and each pulsed with newfound strength. He watched himself in the reflection of the glass-refrigerated doors. He was in awe of his own growing arms and his broadening chest; he loved how his new thicker veins crossed over his body creating a map of his newfound strength. An exhilarating rush coursed through him, a primal power awakening within.
Diego’s entire physique was growing larger and more defined. The feeling of electricity flowed through his veins as he embraced this new, exhilarating sensation his demeanor changed to a scene of bliss across his facce. This was no mere physical change, but a complete metamorphosis.

Every inch of Diego’s body was a testament to strength and power. His muscles rippled, their peaks and valleys resembling majestic mountains. With each breath he took, they seemed to swell and pulse, as if they had a life of their own.

The fabric of his shirt hardly stood a chance as it struggled to contain the bulging biceps. His chest rose and fell rhythmically; with each heartbeat he could feel his pecs balloon in size while feeling like impenetrable steel. His once frail frame was now a mass of undulating muscle, bursting through the seams of his clothes in a show of raw power.

As Diego stood there, admiring his own transformation, his shirt finally gave way, tearing open and revealing a chiseled eight-pack of abs carved into his abdomen like the sexiest statue ever carved.

Diego's eyes traced the deep ridges and defined muscles of his body, drawn to the pelvic ridges that formed a muscled path along his hips. A path, which led down to an already raging 7-inch hard-on. As if acknowledging Diego’s already impressive manhood, the muscle growth bypassed his cock and balls and instead focused on engulfing his legs in power and growth. His once slender legs were now thick pillars of raw power, ready to carry him to any physical feat. Diego was both intimidating and mesmerizing, a true testament to the incredible capabilities of Himbo Juice.

As Diego's mind started to clear, his main focus was on what he wanted and how he was going to get it. What he wanted was to get his best friend into the back stock room so he could show Simon how muscle worship is done. Despite the sluggishness of his thoughts, one thing he was certain of was the intense desire and longing in Simon's expression. Another thought slowly crawled through Diego's mind. Beyond wanting to tear into his best friends now average looking muscle body, he also had a burning desire to get his hands on some Twink Tea. He couldn’t stop thinking of how hot it was going to be to watch Simon transform into a skinny twink. Diego was going to ensure that Simon knew what it was like to have a muscle god best friend who got what he wanted using his muscles, and he was going to ensure that Simon learned what it was like being the horny frail best friend. In this new dynamic, there would be one dominant muscle beast and one alluring, seductive twink - and whether Simon had realized it or not, that was exactly what he wanted too.

 

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Chapter 2: Himbo Lottery (MM, muscle worship, muscle theft, muscle growth, illustrated)

Note: the next chapter is all about cocks, cock worship, cock growth.

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.
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Callum Barclay sat at his computer googling for any information he could find on his new idol, Diego.

-Diego Sanchez shirtless

-Diego Sanchez in gray sweatpants

-How big are Diego Sanchez’s biceps

-Are Diego Sanchez and Simon Michelson dating

-Does Diego Sanchez have an Only Fans


-Diego Sanchez before and after

Diego Before and After

Most every gay man on Earth wanted one of two things: to get their hands on the elusive second gold-labled bottle of Himbo Elixir, or getting their hands on Diego's body. Callum, like all red-blooded gays, had his sights set on fullfiling this dream. The only problem? Callum was a pale, disheveled 18-year-old, while Diego was a chiseled Adonis who split his time between El Paso, New York, and Hollywood. And that's not even mention that you would have to get past his best friend turned publicist/personal assistant Simon, who was constantly traveling with Diego for Himbo Labs' global press junkets and constantly running interference for his "best friend".

Simon

It had been two months since Diego had transformed from a heartbroken, skinny twink to a world-famous muscle stud, and every day since his metamorphosis, Callum and thousands of other lust-filled men had ogled his transition videos. Callum, in particular, had studied every frame with an obsessive devotion, committing each detail to memory. He could recite the exact minute and second when the film caught Diego's veins rising from his plumping muscles, creating a mesmerizing crisscross map along his massive muscular system. The sheer power and definition of Diego's body was enough to make Callum's heart race and his hands shake with desire.

Dr. Popov's subsequent social media posts confirmed that the crossing of one's eyes is a clear indication of entering the "Himbo" state, and once this happens, there is no going back. He also mentioned that consuming Twink Tea or any other elixir can undo the effects of Himbo Juice, but otherwise, the effects are irreversible.

At that time, there were only two recorded instances of someone consuming Himbo Juice or Twink Tea on camera: Oliver Donaldson, Popov's assistant, and Diego. Therefore, all our knowledge about Himbo Juice was either passed down through Popov or gathered from Diego's experiences.

Popov had become noticeably quiet, but Diego's transformation a month ago had given him plenty to talk about on his huge platform. He had appeared on every morning show, late night talk show, and game show since then, often from live feeds and interviews from the store.

Diego was practically a household name, he was all over the TV, newspaper, and social media, his life had become a 24 hour 7 day a week spectacle on par with the most famous of Hollywood heartthrobs. People new nearly everything about him, where he was, what he ate, what he wore, how he worked out. The one thing that people were unsure of was his relationship with his "best friend" Simon.

Diego and Simon were inseparable, wherever one went, the other was sure to follow.

A few weeks since the morphing of Diegos body, Simon began to be recognized all over the world as Diego's friend, or sidekick, losing who he was began to annoy Simon. It gave him a deep desire to regain his identity and to have his own physical metamorphosis.

With Simon now making many of Diego's decisions and helping to run his schedule, rumors of a relationship between the two circulated, with interviewers trying to confirm the truth. Diego proudly admitted he was gay. However, when Simon would suggest that he was completely straight and that there was nothing going on between him and Diego, you could see how humorous Diego thought this was. If Diego was supposed to help Simon maintain a straight persona he wasn’t clever enough any more to pull off that kind of deception.

And their was deception, the truth that the two were hiding was that they had started screwing within an hour of when Diego’s Himbo body emerged. Given the chance Diego may have taken Simon right there in the store, but instead the two were lucky to make it to the back storage room before ravaging each other.

As soon as the Himbo Juice touched his lips, Diego knew that everything between him and Simon had changed forever. For years, Simon was the dominant one, always in control. Whenever he flexed his muscles or teased Diego with his impressive physique, Diego would be reduced to a drooling mess. But as soon as the effects of the juice kicked in, Simon's demeanor shifted just as dramatically as Diego's appearance. As Diego's body transformed from skinny runt to a hulking stud, Simon's personality shifted from an Alpha to a Beta.

Although the Himbo Juice had destroyed the synapses that once made Diego a promising computer scientist, his brain had adapted and developed new ways of thinking and knowing. Diego could read someone's body language with precision, even if the other person was unaware of their own desires. A simple glance from a man was enough for Diego to know whether he wanted to be Diego or be with him. Whether the guy wanted to kneel before Diego in submission, or if the guy wanted to step up and try to dominate the unconquerable . With this newfound sixth sense, Diego could determine their preferences and fantasies just by looking into their eyes. Did they crave roughness or tenderness? Punishment? Were they a size queen?completely straight or hetroflexible? It didn't matter if they were aware of it; Diego now knew. He couldn't boil water or be trusted to remember a password any longer, but this he knew.

Diego was all too aware of Simon's thoughts and feelings. Since the moment Diego's transformation was complete, Diego could sense that he had complete control over Simon. He knew that Simon was powerless against him, just as Diego himself had been before consuming the Himbo Juice. Diego only needed to take off his shirt or give Simon a look and Simon did all he could to obey it.

Simon's mind was in turmoil as he slowly came to the same realization as Diego. He understood now that by witnessing Diego's transformation, he too would never be the same. The power dynamics between them had shifted, and Simon felt a strong desire to worship his friend-turned-muscle deity. It was a profound change, and Simon knew there was no going back from it.

Diego invited Simon to explore every inch of his chiseled physique with hands and tongue. Simon couldn't quite understand the source of these intense emotions, but he found himself needing to touch and explore Diego's muscles just as passionately as he desired them for himself.

It dawned on Simon that this must have been how Diego felt all those years when their roles were reversed, and the fact that Simon was now the smaller, less muscular one only increased his arousal. As Simon gazed at Diego's rippling muscles beneath his skin, memories flooded back to the countless times he had used his physical strength to manipulate Diego into getting what he wanted. The memories of teasing Diego with his nearly 6 inch soft dick now haunted his thoughts, as he was the one that wanted to see, touch, and taste Diego's cock. Simon couldn't understand how he never realized that Diego was better hung than him.

As Diego tried to bring Simon forward for a kiss, Simon's voice droned on in what Diego could only describe as overthinking babble. His words were a jumble of uncertainty and confusion, trying to make sense of the moment they were sharing. Between the overthinking, Simon would sprinkle his confusion and self doubt with words of admiration both about the changes that had just occurred to Diego.

As Simon droned on about the complexities of their relationship and his regrets about mistreating their friendship, Diego found himself growing bored. Most of the words Simon used were now beyond the Himbo’s vocabulary. Diego knew what would calm Simon, what would stop his incessant babble, and Diego was prepared to give it to him. Diego put his powerful hand on Simon’s shoulder and with little to no effort he caused Simon to drop to his knees. When Simon realized that Diego barely touched him and yet Simon felt compelled to drop to the ground and be prepared to please Diego. Simon became incredibly aroused and without touching himself had the first of multiple orgasims. As the warm cum created a giant wet circle of evidence, Simon didn't care. to him it was proof of devotion. It should that he was completely aroused by the strength and dominance radiating from Diego's body.

Simon was filled with awe as he gazed up at Diego's powerful eyes. Without hesitation, Simon eagerly took in Diego's impressive cock, his desire to please him overpowering any need for air, any need to clean himself up.

For a guy who never had a dick in his mouth Simon took to it like a fish to water. While the two consider finishing there in the break room of the Food King, they decided that heading back to Simon’s apartment would give them more privacy and not get them fired. The two headed behind the store to an abandoned field where the staff parked their cars. While they may have had the desire to make it all the way to Simon's apartment however they could only make it as far as Diego's pickup truck. The desire for each others body was impossible to ignore.

Diego sat in the back of his truck with the tailgate down staring at Simon’s lust filled expression. He and Simon didn't have to speak just looking into Diego's eyes he knew that he was going to have his own transition from best friend to devoted lover. It was Simon who shoved the bohemeth Digeo into the cab of the truck.

Simon eyes fixated on Diego’s bulging abs peeking through the tight t-shirt he had found in Simon’s work locker. Simon couldn't resist reaching out and tracing his fingers over the defined muscles, longing to taste Diego's body for a second time in less than 24 hours. Without warning, he ripped open Diego's shirt until he reached his desired prize. His tongue explored every crevice and bulge of Diego's sculpted torso. Simon couldn't help but admire how good Diego looked in his borrowed gray sweatpants. As their passion intensified, Simon found himself torn between grabbing onto Diego's perfect ass or pulling down his own jizz stained pants. In the end, he managed to do both as they passionately embraced each other. With Simon's legs wrapped around Diego's shoulders, his best friend-turned-lover-turned-object of desire showed him a new world of feelings that made Simon realize he was secretly in love with Diego all along. Admitting to himself that he was always bi-curious and now pretty sure he was bisexual. Simon realized now that Diego had opened him up in more ways than one. Before the night was over they had sex inside and out side the truck Simon worshiping Diego with his eyes, mouth hands, and now ass.

Simon hid his feelings for Diego even from Diego himself, and Simon refused to except a label such as bi or gay. In public, Simon remained aloof and swore that he was Diego’s best friend and assistant. To Simon’s credit he was able to use his new devotion to Diego to hide his deep desire to transform his own body. As much as he hoped that he might get a hold of some of the first shipments of Himbo Juice he was out of luck. In fact most people were out of luck in those early days.

Himbo Labs was working tirelessly to produce as much Himbo Juice as possible, but in the early stages, demand far exceeded supply. Rumors circulated about a rare plant root from Bora Bora being the secret ingredient, others were certain that Gamma rays were involved, but it turned out to be something that has not been revealed to this day.

In order to distribute the elixir fairly, Himbo Labs implemented a lottery system for obtaining the juice. Being Diego’s best friend and secret boyfriend didn't get Simon any special treatment; unfortunately Simon had to apply like everyone else.

 

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To qualify for Himbo Juice, Simon and other interested men had to complete a survey that screened for criminal history and involvement in sports betting. There were other ethical considerations at play, but in the beginning the company was very cautious. With the discovery that Twink Tea can reverse the effects of Himbo Juice and vice versa, there are now fewer restrictions and concerns surrounding the product.

The other reason for caution was that every conman and grifter attempted to find a way to socially engineer their way to a win. Billionaires tried to buy their way to a dose and every dreamer came up with various clever ways to cheat the system, however Himbo Labs used an incident involving one Kevin Humbart steeling a winning ticket and kidnapping his college roommate as a way to scare everyone into ending their attempts to cheat the system.

Kevin Humbart

After winning the lottery, Kevin's roommate Clyde new he needed to keep his win a secret especially from his roommate Kevin. Kevin was a backwards hateful guy from the middle of backwards hateful nowhere Kansas and it made him furious that he had to room with a black kid from Alabama. No he wouldn’t get to know Clyde and no he didn’t give a shit what his RA said about growth, he called his grandaddy and so it was only a matter of time before his family money would prevail. Until then he planned to make Clyde’s life a living hell for the crime of being a smart black guy who got into college.

Clyde

Kevin used every waking moment to verbally belittle Clyde and Clyde knew that Kevin would hatch some sort of treacherous plan if and when he found out about the lottery win. Despite his desire to hide the win from most people, Clyde felt compelled to share the news with his parents. They also warned him about keeping it a secret. What Clyde didn't know was that Kevin, was in their dorm bathroom and overheard Clyde talking to his parents. When Kevin realized that Clyde had won the lottery, he came up with a scheme that would allow him to get his hands on the elixir . Waiting until Clyde headed for a shower Kevin snuck in behind him and tackled him while he was still under the water.

Kevin wrapped Clyde up in the shower curtain subduing Clyde before he could react. It only took Kevin about 30 seconds to hog tie Clyde and move him shower curtain and all to the dorm closet. With Clyde out of the way and his winning lottery ticket in hand he headed to change his life, Diego style.

Kevin confidently showed his fake ID and Clyde’s lotto ticket to the guards at the entrance. The guards promptly led him to a room that reminded Kevin of a holding cell. As Kevin waited, he couldn't help but dream about how much more amazing he would look after his transformation. Suddenly, Dr. Popov's twinkie assistant Oliver walked in, holding a plastic cup filled with an orangish brown liquid.

Before giving the elixir to Kevin, Oliver asked if he had any questions, concerns, or confessions. Kevin only cared about one thing: making sure his transformation was captured on film. He wanted to achieve the same level of fame as Diego.

Oliver studied Kevin's decently attractive face and fit body, a result of his years playing rugby. Pointing to the two-way mirror behind them, Oliver promised that Kevin’s transition would be recorded and that he would absolutely become well known. He then gave Kevin one last chance to come clean. Ignoring the blatantly obvious signs that Himbo Labs new that Kevin was not the true winner, he grabbed a cup of the life altering liquid from Oliver and guzzled it down before it could be taken away from him.

Kevin began to become impatient as time was ticking away and nothing had happened. Olivers quiet stoicism was unnerving and Kevin began to scream and shout some fairly abusive shit at the twinky scientist, demanding that Oliver make him a muscle god or explain why he wasn’t changing. He showed his anger and what it must be like to live with him.

Oliver dutifully clarified , "Oh, you thought that was Himbo Juice? Oh no no, iIf it were Himbo Juice, you'd be hulking out right about now." He shook his head and gestured to his iPad. "What you drank was a time delayed custom blend of Twink Tea, with a shot of sub syrup. Looking at your face you are already starting to change and any time now your eyes will bulge and then they will cross and when they do all your knowledge all your goals, will all be replaced and you will become a witless slutty twink who is a devoted sub to your Dom, your roommate Clyde.

And as you can see here on my iPad, two of our Himbo Lab employees have just arrived to free your roommate and administer one of our elixirs to your former roommate, Clyde.

Kevin started to protest, but his splitting headache and muddled thoughts made it difficult to remember what he wanted to argue about.

Clyde was supposed to get Himbo Juice as his prize but because of your treachery and treatment of him we have given him Ultra Himbo Juice and a tall glass of Dom Fizz. Our lab tech team is ensuring that he is influenced in all the ways he can punish you for your behavior. Oh and I have personally called and invited your Granddaddy over for dinner tonight, where he will see first hand that his money is incapable of buying you out of trouble this time.

Oliver delivered a one two punch. "But based on the changes your are experience I assume you already realize your life as a racists, thief, and narcissistic party days are over, if you understand me say "yes sir."

Ever since the incident with Kevin, the lottery system had been closely monitored and only about 10 men were selected as winners each week. On live television, a new group of men would be showcased as they underwent dramatic muscular transformations. Oliver ran this program while also ensuring the authenticity of the four remaining hidden golden-label elixir.

On one or two occasions people have worried that an unworthy person was gaming the system, but Oliver, being part of the verification process, made sure that each winner was legitimate and had been deemed worthy based on their application.

So it came as a massive shock to Callum when on week three of the lottery his twin brother Ross’s name came up as a lottery winner.

To be continued.

 

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Chapter 3: Himbo Juice Lite? (MM, cock compare, muscle growth, tea room, illustrated)

All Characters are over 18 and imaginary
Note: the next chapter is all about cock worship and cock growth.

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

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Ross and Callum

Ross despised the fact that he was identical to his feeble twin brother and resented their shared genetic makeup. The two of them only standing at 5'2, weighing 120 lbs, and having pale skin, it made Ross furious. When Ross was feeling particularly hateful, he would accuse his brother of being the reason for their short stature, claiming that if his brother hadn't taken up so much nutrients and space in the womb, he would be a normal height.

Callum and Ross were mirror twins, but beyond their physical similarities, they couldn't have been more different. While Ross was a popular Jock with a perfect image and social life, Callum was a gaymer, who found solace in being a mod and streamer on Twitch, he struggled with his sexuality ever since Ross tried to force him to stay in the closet.

Ross hated Callum showing emotion, being at all effeminate, or having anything to do with gay people. He controlled Callum through intimidation, verbal abuse, and constantly minipulating and gaslighting Callum until he had no self-confidence, and no chance of dating or coming out. If it wasn’t for Twitch, Callum would be a full shut-in. Luckily for Callum, Ross had no idea about Twitch and the only video streaming Ross ever did was when he recorded his ex-girlfriend giving him head. Had her older brother not paid Ross off, he would have forwarded the video to the entire school

Ross and Callum had a bond that could only be described as insufferable - constantly at odds with each other despite their physical similarities. As mirror twins, they shared the same face but had subtle differences - Callum was left-handed while Ross was right-handed, a single freckle adorned Callum's right elbow while it appeared on Ross's left, even their anatomy mirrored each other with Callum's right testicle hanging lower than his left, the opposite of Ross's. But perhaps the biggest difference between them was their comfortability with their sexuality, Callum wanted to openly embraced his homosexuality while Ross rejected it, claiming that as a mirror twin he was straight, though in reality he was simply a self-loathing closet case.

In their youth, the twins were often taunted by classmates who asked where they kept their pots of gold. Being short was one thing for the Scottish-American siblings, but being called leprechauns was the final straw. When the class bully, Tim Clinton, made a remark about "lucky charms," Callum couldn't take it anymore and started crying. Ross, on the other hand, ended up getting suspended for knocking out Tim’s tooth as he yelled “I am not even Irish.

Tim Clinton

Any tiny sense of brotherhood died between the twins that day. Ross couldn't believe his own brother had backed down and cried, instead of standing up for himself. His anger towards Callum grew, as he refused to accept having a "queer" for a brother. But there was another reason that their friendship never recovered - Tim a rival athlete, who was everything Ross wanted to be, tall, jacked, confident, and presumably straight if the number of ladies he had bed was any indication. Tim had a permanent smile, because nothing bothered him, and he was so far up the social ladder that he could get his tooth knocked out and people still made fun of the lunatic Leprachone. .

After his suspension, Ross returned to school and was surprised when Tim approached him at his locker. Tim reached out with one hand for a handshake and used his other hand to grab Ross's bicep, showing off how impressed he was with the shorter guy's hidden muscular build. For once, Tim seemed genuinely sincere. Even though they only had ten months left before graduation, Tim decided he wanted to be friends with Ross. In an effort to bury the hatchet, Tim threw an arm over Ross's shoulder and declared to all the popular guys around that Ross was his new bodyguard. He warned them not to mess with him because if he couldn't beat the smaller guy in a fair fight, then none of you "queers" would stand a chance. In private with Ross, Tim even mentioned that his dad was making him pay for his own dental work after getting beat up by someone smaller. At first, Ross was skeptical because Tim was the captain of three varsity sports and had always been a jerk. He seemed to have a split personality - on one hand, he was the class clown who made everyone laugh, but on the other hand, he was ready to attack and destroy anyone weaker than him or perceived as queer.

Turns out Ross was down with having the school star jock and known bully for a friend, in fact Ross was down to be the biggest bully in the school himself. The first target the two agreed on was Callum.

Perhaps Callum could have moved past the relentless name-calling and the crushing betrayal by his own brother. But on their 19th birthday, their father gifted them both with gym memberships, leading to the dashing of any remaining hope for a brotherly bond.

Despite their slender, elf-like figures, the brothers were not lacking in endowment. They may not have been towering giants, but their 6.5-inch sizes on their 5'2 frames were certainly respectable and gave the illusion of being even larger.

However, as fate would have it, being mirror twins didn't work in Callum's favor. While Ross was blessed with a big soft shower, Callum was left with a small grower. In the end, they both measured at 6.5 inches, but while Ross strutted around with a 5 inch soft member on his small frame, he looked like a porn star. Callum, on the other hand, was self-conscious about his 1.75 inch grower that resembled a shy turtle hiding in its shell

Growing up, Callum was often teased and called "Yertle the Turtle" by his own brother, who was only too happy to ensure Callum knew how much less of a man he was. This nickname only added to Callum's sense of inadequacy and made life more challenging for him.

When Callum got a full ride to the University of Florida he thought his prayers were answered, after all there was no way that Ross could get in with his grades he’d have to go to some community college or an inferior directional school like South Florida.

But of course Ross found a way in. Ross received a full ride from the UF rowing team as their new coxswain.
It was a bitter pill for Callum to swallow knowing that his parents' generosity towards their alma mater had resulted in the twins both getting in to a top tier school and worse both being assigned to the same dorm room. Despite Callum’s desire to live in the Engineering living community, Ross - as usual - got his way and they were placed in the athletic hall. If Callum had hoped for some peace and refuge in college, he was sorely disappointed when the email came from UF housing introducing Tim as their suite mate.

Between Tim and his own brother, Callum’s life was utterly miserable, and with Tim in their room nearly 24/7 Callum couldn’t even escape to gayming.

Despite the uncomfortable living conditions, there were a few perks to residing in the athletic hall. The common areas, corridors, and elevators were always bustling with attractive athletes, their sleek and toned bodies catching the eye of anyone nearby. However, amidst all the eye candy, Tim and Ross's constant bullying had left Callum feeling uneasy and out of place in the halls' communal showers. The thought of stripping down and exposing himself to their cruel comments and snide remarks made his stomach churn with anxiety.

Had Callum not been conditioned to hate himself and his shortcoming then he might have enjoyed the opportunity to eye a smorgasbord of penises of all shapes and sizes. Instead, he snuck into the wheelchair accessible stall for his two-minute showers, making sure to wrap himself tightly with a towel afterwards. Callum made sure no one was going to see his small penis.

At least that is what Callum thought until that faith Friday night as the jocks were coming home from their evening of drunken debauchery. Callum really needed to pee and he was already in the shower room so he
thought he could run into the bathroom pee and be out before any of the athletes made it home from the bar.

To his horrific dismay he was wrong, he could tell that a drunk guy had just entered the bathroom. Rather than be caught at the urinal Callum dove into the nearest bathroom stall next to the urinals, making it into the security of the stall just seconds before one of his least favorite people in the world walked in.

A buzzed Tim sauntered in looking like he owned the bath room. Tim took a spot at the middle urinal of three. Odd because Callum always thought that guys had some bro code that they were supposed to leave a urinal between them and any other guy, but Tim placed himself in a way that he would force someone to stand next to him.

Callum could have written off Tim's behavior as being under the influence or simply enjoying making others uncomfortable - at least, that's what Callum assumed. But Tim just stood there in silence, fixated on the wall in front of him. Only when someone entered the bathroom did Tim finally unzip his pants - but still, no peeing just standing there with his soft cock hanging out. From where Callum was hiding in the stall, Callum could see one of the biggest bullies had a semi-hard erection. Of course it was above average; even while soft, it was almost six inches and slowly getting larger.

As Tim stood at the urinal, his eyes cast down in what seemed to be an attempt to steady his drunk ass. Tim seems ready to finally to empty his bladder of what had to be serious amounts of beer for as drunk as he was. Suddenly, the boisterous varsity superstar of the Baseball team, Lance Howell, stumbled into the bathroom, accompanied by a few other drunken players. They made their way over to the urinals and started relieving themselves next to Tim. To Callum's surprise, Tim turned his head and unabashedly checked out both baseball jock next to him. It wasn't just a quick glance to compare sizes it was a blatant and unapologetic 10-15 second stare, as if Tim wanted to commit every detail of this athlete's manhood to memory. Interestingly enough, despite his position as "short stop," this player was anything but short in size.

As the drunken athlete stumbled out of the restroom, two more baseball players took his place. One was so inebriated that he appeared on the verge of passing out as he swayed back and forth, exposing his meager two inches to anyone who happened to glance over. Tim stole a quick look before recoiling. But when the second equally intoxicated diver finally managed to unbutton his fly, revealing a soft seven-inch member, Callum couldn't decide what excited him more- seeing someone almost as short as him with such an impressive size, or witnessing the clear and blatant desire on Tim's face.

Callum debated whether he should take a photo or not. As he struggled with the decision, the two jocks suddenly left. In the end, he had decided not to take the picture, respecting the jocks privacy even though Tim deserved to be exposed. As Callum struggled to put his phone back in his pocket. It slippd from his hands.

The sound of Callum dropping his phone caught Tim's attention, causing him to turn and look into the adjacent stall. Instead of trying to break down the door as expected, Tim casually entered the stall next to Callum. Callum remained motionless, For a few moments, both sat in silence until suddenly the toilet paper dispenser began to rotate, revealing a small hole between the two stalls. The design of the dispenser provided anonymity for both guys, but it was clear that it was built for one purpose: as a glory hole. Even sheltered Callum understood what he was seeing. Finally breaking the silence, Tim spoke up and made his intentions clear: he didn't need this mystery stranger to suck him off; he just wanted to suck a big cock the bigger the better. Callum's mind spun as he processed being propositioned by the same guy who just hours ago was calling him a Diego loving pillow bitter. And yet he could see that innocent smile that won him class clown and most athletic .

Tim attempted to persuade Callum to put his penis through the hole, promising that if the size or thickness of whatever came through was satisfactory, he would make the stranger's night. Callum would never have imagined or consented to such a scenario. Yet, here he was with an opportunity to receive a BJ from a guy that had spent the lasst year calling him queer.

As he contemplated what to do he heard Tim’s desperate and horny voice start to beg. “Dude stick it through I can tell from your bulge it’s plenty big.” Callum was confused as his head began to spin.

For almost two years, he had resented his own genitalia because of this man who was now kneeling before him, pleading to give him pleasure. Standing there with his pants around his ankles he never would have imagined that the same man who once insulted his private parts as being "flatter than a Ken doll" would now be begging for it.

Acting on impulse, shock, and a whole lot of anger, Callum yanked down his track pants, and shove his cock as far down Tim’s throat as possible. For Tim’s part he didn’t know who was on the other end, he just knew a fat dick was doing its best to cause him to choke on a cock and Tim loved it. “Nice dick dude longer than average and thicker than most.” Tim panted between dick thrusts. Tim paused for a second in contemplation and then he announced "it kind of reminds me of a dick I’ve sucked before.” Callum was dumbstruck.

As Tim released his grip and grasped for air, he choked out a compliment that Callum just couldn’t stand to hear after two year of gaslighting, "You've got one of the thickest dicks I've ever seen, dude." Coming from the same guy who had relentlessly teased Callum for having a small penis calling it the Vienna sausage of dicks. Knowing that in a blind taste test his bully preferred his dick to others should have made Callum proud, but instead it made him angry, it made him want revenge. When he realized how angry he was, he snatched his manhood back through the hole in the wall.

Tim immediately swung into his Mr. Hyde personality, ripping his shirt off and flexing his muscles "Come on dude look at how hot I am, how do you not want this?" when that didn't work he screamed in frustration, "Come on, dude. Stop being such an uptight fag. It's not a big deal. Dude you've got one of the thickest cocks on campus, why are you beinng such a prude prick just let me fucking suck it!!!!!!"

Every compliment was shocking, was he lying now or was he lying then. Would he have complimented him like this if he knew who was on the root end of the meat he had been begging for?

Callum weighed his options: could he piss on Tim and then run fast enough not to get caught? But with every word Tim spoke, the situation only became more infuriating. When Callum noticed an eye peering through the glory hole, he reacted impulsively he jabbed his hard dick right into Tim’s eye. He literally didn’t see it coming. Tim cried in pain and Callum sprinted out of the stall and bathroom like his life depended on it.

Tim was in so much pain and so dizzy searching around for his shirt and book bag while trying to hold his eye, he feel into one of the nastier piss pools that was on the floor. After a second laying on the stained tile staring at the ceiling he thought he had himself together, but his eye was still in so much pain that he tripped over the trash can dumping all forms of nasty shit all over himself.

 

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Callum raced down the hallway, reaching the room just in time to flick on the computer and pretend to be playing games. But as he logged on, the video of Diego's transformation played instead.

Tim walked in with a bruised eye, smelling like sweat, pre-cum, garbage, and piss a typical night at the Eagle but not a smell that Callum was used to. Within 15 seconds of the human garbage dump walking in Ross followed. "Holy Shit, why do you smell like a golden shower?"

Tim made up some story about a shelf collapsing and items hitting him in the eye, but Ross quickly shot back, you keep a jar of piss on your shelf. Tim seemed oblivious to the fact that Callum was the one who shoved his dick in his eye. Instead, Callum quietly hid behind his computer, hoping to avoid the subject of Tim’s eye all together.

As it turned out Ross changed the subject, likely not actually wanting to know Tim's answer. When Ross noticed that that Callum was watching that goddam Diego again.

I thought I told you to stop with the queer shit in my room” Ross demanded. Tim joined in saying that Callum was the smallest dick fagott he knows. Callum had enough he immediately defended himself maybe the first time ever. "Smallest, really I hear it's the thickest on campus."

Tim's head was spinning as he whipped his whole body around making direct eye contact with Callum. Every instinct in Tim's body warned him against it, but he couldn't help glancing down at Callum's groin area. As soon as he did, he noticed the same purple and pink phone case that had fallen on the floor of the stall. Shocked, Tim pulled back and tried to figure out his next move.

Callum seethed with anger, unable to believe that someone who had recently begged for his fat cock was now going around telling people how small it was. He struggled to keep from telling Tim’s secret. His emotions and anger kept bubbling and the last fucking thing that Callum ever wanted happened. He started to tear up out of pure frustration.

Just when Callum was plotting Tim's downfall, his brother's excited voice interrupted their conversation.

“Yeah I am Ross Barclay whose this?” “No fucking way, no…no fucking way!” Yeah I have it, yeah 13,19,43, 62, 61, 6. “OMG” yes I will fly there tomorrow. Yeah I can hold, yeah I am over 18, yes I will take which ever elixir assigned.”

Each context clue in Ross’s conversation, stabbed Callum either in the heart or in the back. He didn’t have to be told, he could tell from his brother reading off his Himbo Lottery numbers that his twin brother the least deserving human being in Callum’s life had just won the world’s most coveted prize. Best Lead Actors would gratefully hand back their Oscars for a chance to regain their youth with Twink Tea or to become the next jacked Giant with a single dose of Ultra Himbo Juice and yet the next batch was going to his own personal hell monster.

As far as Callum was concerned if that Oliver Twink dude was in charge of research and ethics at Himbo then he really screwed the pouch, cause there was no one that deserved this once in a lifetime opportunity less than his brother.

Despite his private agony his brother had won a chance to try out a new version of Himbo Juice and by the sound of the one sided call it was going to be a new formula.

 

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When Ross arrived at the Chicago Himbo labs distribution and research center he was told that he was getting Himbo Juice Lite, he said yes without hesitation.

Turns out that Himbo Labs had been experiment with combining Himbo Juice and Twink Tea. And that based on the percentage of mixtures and the addition of a few variable ingrediants Himbo Labs got several different results each with varying levels of marketability.

The first was a potential product called Twunkade which seems to take lesss intellegence and give a little less beastly muscles. Some have described the test subjects as a bit more beautiful yet muscular result than Himbo Juice (maybe more slutty as well) , the second Ultra Twink Tea which would be unlikely to sell after it was used that lottery scammer and charlatan Kevin, and the third kind they gave Ross, was tentatively called Himbo Juice Lite.

Himbo Juice Lite had more of the Himbo Juice aspects and less of the Twink Team components where Twunkade which has been tested with equal parts of both or a slight larger percentage of Twink Tea (and a dash of sassy spice for those intersted in being a Muscle Mary).

Those who registered for the lottery had to agree to do pre-test and post test interviews, and take any of the elixirs offered or they would forfeit to a new winner. So far no one had forfeited though there was one 45 year old Cuban American cop from Miami that nearly forfeited when he realized he was being offered Twink Tea. However if you talk to 45 year old turned approximately 19 year old Officer Dale now you would never know he almost balked at the idea. There might not be a hotter Twink cop anywhere and rumor has it that he moonlights at night at Twist one of Miami’s gay nightclubs. People say that Officer Dale gets some heavy use out of his uniform and handcuffs in both his day and evening jobs.

Test Subject 37: Ross Barclay...Lite,SHRK

Ross was eager to try the test elixir, knowing it held power and benefits he could use to his advantage. Whether it promised strength, irresistible sexiness, or improved self-confidence, he wanted it all. Plus, the possibility of growing taller was too tempting to pass up. Deep down, he was also relieved to no longer be identical to Callum. He couldn't help but get excited imagining being the taller brother and rubbing it in Callum's face as the older twin.

There wasn’t a lot of pomp and circumstances and there was far less legal paperwork than one would expect for being exposed to some untested and unapproved tonic. What he was surprised about though were the dozns of questions that the th intake advisor had asked. Everything from nicknames as a child to family relationships. Ross felt it just better to be honest, having seen what they diid to Kevin.

When the formalities were done, The well known Twink scientist Oliver and two other twunk like scientist slightly taller and definitely more muscular, but still obviously under Oliver’s supervision.

Oliver Chief Twink and Scientist Himbo Labs

Oliver gathered his assistants and went over Ross's chart, reminding them to take detailed notes as this formula was still undergoing testing and their observations would be invaluable.

He pulled out his iPad to review a last-minute checklist, although some observers on the internet had started calling it the "naughty and nice list" and had given Oliver a slew of nickname of "Himbo Santa", St. Twink, and despite his slim waist and boyish features resembling those of Santa's elves, the nick nam "Twink Clause" was the name that stuck. Oliver told his Himbo boyfriend of the week, that it was because he delivered massive packages, which might be true, the jury is out. But why most called hiim Twink Clause was because when Oliver arrived, if you were on the nice list, you could either be fucked or do the fucking; either way, you were going to enjoy it. But if your name appeared on the naughty list, you were in for a far a shitty life experience - one that you probably didn't even want to imagine.

Shockingly, Ross was on the nice list, through Callum, Ross's younger brother by four minutes will still to this day tell you it was some obvious clerical error. Oliver did a final check of his ID and his winning lottery ticket. With all things verified, Oliver handed over what looked like an orange ice tea. Oliver began the standard side effect warning, however, Ross looked into the camera, winked and said this one is for my brother Callum. With that he drank what tasted like orange juice with a shot of heavy metallic chaser.

Ross didn't care he was taking it, and like a tequila sunrise he tilted his head back and hoped for the best. With a quick opening of his gullet, 8 oz of the 10 oz glass was gone in 5 seconds flat. Feeling nothing Ross became desperate to finish the last 2oz, but instead he let out a belch that rivaled the Sumburgh Head Foghorn. Again, he tried to finish up his drink, but Oliver grabbed it and set it aside telling him that 2 or 3oz were enough he would be fine.

Ross wasn't so sure, he told Oliver he felt like he was going to throw up, when suddenly he grasped for breath and out came a hiccup that would have made a bull frog proud.

Ross was getting worried and was about to ask if maybe he was on the naughty list, when he felt something akin to a room full of fireworks going off in his cranium.

Holy shit announced Ross as a surge of energy coursed through his body. Just like Diego had described countless times, Ross felt an electric current buzzing through his head and drowning out reality. He could smell the scent of burning wires as memories and experiences that shaped who he was began to fade into oblivion, erased from his mind, and erased from his personality.

He remembered his name, that he was about to become a muscle god, and that was about it. All of a sudden he couldn't feel his arms any longer. he looked down and noticed that he was so sweaty that the elctroleads that Oliver was using for research measurement kept falling off under his shirt.

WIth a snap of the finger one of Olivers assistants cut his shirt off with surgical scissors dropping his tempature and bringing him temporary relief from the inferno in his head.

Ross protested when one of the Assistant struggled to put a new shirt on him. Ross wanted to leave it off, but Oliver insisted that he put clothes on until his muscles ripped the shirt off themselves. It seems that shirt stretch in inches and sweat soaked shirts were both extremely important data points and that there were two assistants that were there to change Ross's shirt every time the Himbo elixir made another shirt obsolete.

Not wanting to upset Oliver or was his name Santa, Ross closed his eyes and tried to relax.

A pressure built behind his eyes, and he knew that once his eyes crossed, he would be a completely different person mentally, with physical changes following shortly after. As the buzzing and headache continued to burn, he shot a fever of 105 as his mind and soul felt that they were being attacked by lava.

Actually Ross though he was going to lose an eye, his eyes rolled back into his head, and when the dizziness subsided, he well, he was a blank slate.

Ross sweat through another shirt, and the tall blonde changed him into his third, not even hardly a record. As the blonde walked away, he couldn't help but run his had along Ross's check. Perhaps by sheer coincidence his fever broke and he started to GROW!

He could barely move but by sheer will power he lifted his arms long enough for Oliver's assistants to slip one more of his spare shirts over his head. As Oliver's second assistant got his shirt in place, he accidentally rubbed Ross's nipple with the back of his hand and the skin to skin contact, was like a mushroom cloud going off in his head the shock wave sent energy down towards his neck, causing it to expand as if he had been training to be the shortest Marine in the military.

In quick succession Ross's muscles kept swelling, kept growing, with each iteration he became more and more a muscle worshippers dream.

His body stretched his largest compression shirt making even stoic Oliver bat an eye. As his biceps, chest, abs, lats, back all grew thicker and more defined. His shoulder rose like mountains growing from the sea, his legs bulked, with powerful thighs and thick calves emerging. Ross's stomach tightened, revealing perfectly toned abs that were now a chiseled masterpiece. His body was, beautiful.

As the effects of the Himbo transformation came to a masterful end, Ross started to exhibit some of the changes associated with the Twink Tea. His facial features became more defined, his eyes sparkled, and his jawline became more prominent. Any blemishes or imperfections disappeared. On one hand, he was now incredibly muscular studly, and handsome. And yet his new appearance made him still look cute, adorable, and sweet.

Ross could feel the weight of his newly acquired muscles bearing down on him. The electric current surged through his body, culminating in a final jolt that caused the muscles in his legs to contract and become as hard as steel, strong enough to stop a bullet. As the sensation of fire and electricity faded, Ross struggled to process the incredible growth in his muscles. He couldn't help but look over at the two student interns, feeling a mix of both amazement and curiosity about how he would be perceived by others. Would the guys on his team be impressed or jealous of his newfound strength?

Oliver and his stud interns were checking boxes off on their clip boards. When Oliver walked over with an item the resembled an infared thermometer pointed it towards Ross’s brain and started reading off traits for the interns to check off. Hmm intersting. Ross hatted being left out, “What what’s intersting he said in a slightly deeper voice that what he gained from puberty.

Oliver demanded that Ross stop talking and moving so much. “Okay, a domineering or aggressive attitude” the two interns quickly check off Olivers wording. “Likely to overcompensate for being physically small.” Oliver turned to the blond on the right. Connor, did someone add French Clementines for the Orange coloring? Connor looked over Ross’s chart, “Ummm no, he came in with Napoleons Complex, that’s residual.” Oliver, was pleased by the answer. “Good, good, cause I wasn’t about to tell Popov that we fucked up and added non-approved ingredients again, right Kwan?” Oliver looked to the siziling hot Korean twunk on his left. Kwan whispered to Connor. “I wish he would just forget about it already.” Connor shrugged, “you did give the guy blue balls for a week.”

Oliver turned his attention to his interns. "If you're finished, we still have measurements to take before he can leave." He pulled out a tool similar to an infrared thermometer and began recording the numbers. "29 inch waist, left bicep 19 inches, right bicep 20 inches, abs at 6 - no wait, make that 8 after some crunches and running. What else am I forgetting?" Kwan chimed in with a reminder, and Oliver added, "Ah yes, chest - 44 inches."

Connor walked over and seductively bent down pointing at Ross’s crotch. Don’t forget this measurement.” Ross smirked and playfully pushed his package into Connors palm. Connor turned scarlet red as Ross laughed.

“Connor, we don’t have all day” Oliver insisted. We have 2 more of these procedures today. Both of those guys are gay too, are you going to flirt with all of them?

Ross threw up his hand to get the guys attention. “wait, am I gay, I don't remember being gay!”

The three med tech simultaneously looked to page three of Ross’s chart. Yes you are they answer in answered in unison.”

Ross got a very sad and worried look across his now meaty face, Oliver looked back over the file in Connor’s arms. Turned to page one and announced “it says residual, I am sorry but you are gay.

Ross explained that beging gay wasn't a problem at all. Oliver asked why he looked so upset. Ross explained that he had no memory of his first time with a guy, he couldn't remember if there was a guy, he was upset that he could remember that his brother was gay but that he had no memories of his own coming out and his own celebration of pride.

Oliver, smiled you got plenty of time for all that cutie, and based on your pre-interview, I am going to say yo have plenty of first coming your way.

Finally, Oliver scanned the infrared device from head to toe. “Last measurement” Height, 5’2.

Wait, wow, “did I shrink"?

No, not at all that is the same exact height you were before. "Oh okay then" thats fine, I remember really liking myself so 5'2 sounds good.

Oliver smiled, show him the floor length mirror. Kwan turned to a locked closet and when he opened the door Ross could see himself for the first time.

Wow, are we sure about this height thing? I really rember my brother and I being way taller than this.

Nope 5'2 for years now.

Ross looked in the mirror and smiled, Well I am hot ass fuck, but don't I remind you of something?

Connor filled in the blank…”A pocket gay?”

Oliver stopped dead in his tracks and the two the interns that were helping him pack up the equipmnt slammed into him. “Pocket Punch” a drink for those who want to be pocket gay's that’s perfect call marketing tell them we are on our way over.

Hey, when can I see Callum's changes?

What Oliver paused, Callum as your twin brother? Yep, who else, do we still look alike? Can everyone tell we are twins. Yall better not have fucked him up.

The three medical staff looked at each other and whispered under their breaths, ew we we scrambled this one.

Kwan looked confused looking through the pre-interview notes. Ah yes, your brother I think you said his nickname is Yertle the...

Wow dude, say that shit about my brother and you aren't going to have any fucking teeth.

Alright calm down, Oliver smiled, Callum is at home, no doubt he will be far happier to see you than ever before, and if all goes as planned he will have his own Happy HImbo Day in the near future.

Ross was about to ask why, and how when something seemed to dawn on him. Looking back into the mirror, Ross frowned his forehead like this memory was on the tip of his tongue. "Oh I know what I look like...a fucking hot muscle jacked leprechaun."



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Chapter 4: Big Dick Energy Drink (MM, cock growth, cock compare, muscle growth, illustrated)

All Characters are over 18 and imaginary

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

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"Good evening, this is Scott Waterman and you’re listening to radio WLRG 812 FM and welcome to another edition of 'The Scott Waterman Show.'View attachment 131916031 Tonight, we're diving into a story that's been capturing the hearts and minds of men across the country. It's a tale of mystery, excitement, and a mad dash for one of the four remaining gold-labeled bottles of...Himbo Lab Elixirs.”

From high-powered executives to small-town farmers, everyone is on the hunt for the elusive bottles of Himbo Juice and Twink Tea.

Joining me now is Himbo Labs sensual and sexy assistant scientist and Chief Researcher Oliver and maybe the luckiest grocery boy turned international sex symbol Diego Sanchez. Thank you both for being here."

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Oliver: "Thanks for having us."

Scott: "It's been 57 days since this nationwide search began, and so far, only one of the five bottles has been found. People are beginning to wonder if this whole thing is a sham or if the search is fixed. People are asking if Diego is a plant. Can you address these concerns?"

Diego: I don't have leaves? I thought I was dumb there are people that think I am a plant?

Oliver: "I understand the skepticism, but I assure you, this is no sham. The remaining bottles are out there."

Scott: "So do you know where the four bottles are?

Oliver: "I know for sure that none of them are still in our warehouses or in any other way in Himbo Lab’s possession, they are in fact out there somewhere.”

Scott: "But how can the public trust that this isn't just a publicity stunt? 57 days is a long time for only one bottle to be found."

Oliver: "I can only reiterate that the search is genuine. We wanted to create a challenge that would engage people and inspire a sense of adventure. The difficulty is part of the appeal."

Scott: "If you can't tell us where the bottles are, can you at least share what the new elixirs are and what they do? People are dying to know more about Himbo Elixirs."

Oliver: "Well you already know that Diego here, found the Himbo Juice and I think the nearly billion views across all of his platforms have seen his tremendous muscle growth and himbofying that he has enjoyed.

Diego: I feels so awesome

Oliver: Plus many of your listeners have seen my own transition from college wrestler to Chemist, Chief Researcher, and now part-time OF model follow and subsrcibe.

Scott:There have been multiple others through the lottery system. Can you verify if any of the other formulas that have been tested out will be in the four remaining bottles.

Oliver: I can not confirm or deny what the four remaining bottles contain, but what I will say is that you may see a few limited editions or even a few formulas that we may not ever make open to the public.

Scott: Ha well, I have many more questions but maybe I can have you on again soon. Thank you for joining us and shedding some light on the situation. Hopefully, this will reassure our listeners that the search for Himbo Elixir’s is indeed genuine. Though their locations remail a mystery. . Stay tuned to 'The Scott Waterman Show' as we continue to follow this extraordinary quest.

When we come back we will be joined on the phone by three individuals who say we are wrong that a second bottle of Himbo Elixir has been found. Diego and Oliver will be sticking around and we will get to the bottom of this claim.

Scott: And we are clear,

Scott turned to Oliver very concerned about having egg on his face if this turned out to be a crank caller.

Oliver: Can I speak to the guys without the audience hearing?

Scott:Sure but you’ll need to hurry only two commercials left.

Oliver: Hello guys who am I speaking with?

Tim: Currently it is just me, my name is Tim Clinton. My best friend and his twin brother should be on the call in just a few minutes.

Tim, I am sending you a list of three ingredients to the chat. You have these ingredients in your bathroom or kitchen. I need you to make a slurry and swirl it in your mouth. You can spit it out or ingest it but either way you will be incapable of lying to us for the next 30 min to an hour.

Scott: How will you know.

Oliver:. I’m watching his pupils and his breathing. Plus if I’m right he is going to be confessing things he really doesn’t want to say or at least feels he can’t without some Himbo help.

Tim: I’m not taking one of your potions.

Oliver: I’m a chemist not a wizard. If you don’t take it you aren’t getting an open radio channel that broadcasts on local and Satellite Radio stations everywhere.

Tim: Wow why do you think you can't trust me?

Oliver: Because I know who you are. I know Ross and his back story.

Scott: 30 seconds to hot mike.

Tim: Fine! You better not be making me gay or something. You aren’t are you cause that would be typical of you Himbo Lab people?

Scott: Last commercial and then we are back…

Commercial Announcer: (in a booming, energetic voice): "Hey there, fellas! Are you tired of being a zero? Sick of being the dud in every room? Ready to ditch those skin and bones for some serious muscle and might?"

Announcer: "Introducing the game-changer from Himbo Labs...the ultimate Elixir that’ll take you from ZERO to HERO in no time!"

Announcer: "That's right! The same formula that Diego found at his local Food King is soon to be distributed in your local Food King and other fine grocers! Just one sip, and you’ll feel the power surge through your veins!"

Announcer: "Go from scrawny to brawny, puny to powerful, and wimpy to WOW! This isn’t just any transformation—it’s an EPIC revolution!"

Announcer: "Say goodbye to the days of being overlooked and hello to turning heads everywhere you go. It’s time to unleash the STUD within you!"

Announcer: "Himbo Labs’ Himbo Juice is packed with the most advanced ingredients known to science, designed to turbocharge your confidence, supercharge your physique, and make you the talk of the town!"

Announcer: "This Thanksgiving you can Stop dreaming and start dominating! Get your hands on Himbo Labs’ Himbo Juice and transform into the ultimate version of YOU!"

Announcer: "Available starting this November at all Food Kings, Amazon, Himbo Labs Distribution Centers, and coming next summer Himbo’s Happy Cafe’s will open in most major cities around the world.

Warning: Results may vary. Consult with your sex partner and their cardiologist before use.

Himbo Labs is not responsible for any side effects, including but not limited to lush hair growth, extreme awesomeness, and insatiable fans."

Announcer: "Himbo Labs Elixirs—because why settle for anything less than HERO?"

Diego commercial voice: Be like me and Have a Happy Himbo Day!

Scott: Welcome back and for those just joining us we have been joined by two individuals the world has come to know the Twinker who kept his Thinker, sexy and still smart Oliver or should I say Twinky Clause?

Oliver: (Deadpanned as usual) Oliver will do.

Scott: Also joining us today on the call is the one the only Dream body himself Diego.

Diego: Great to be here.

Scott: So let’s um take the three-way call.

Scott: For those in the studio Tim has agreed to go on FaceTime with us so we can assure his honesty and see for sure if he is being honest. Tim welcome to the show.

Tim put an empty shot glass down next to him.

Scott: From the look of you, I am guessing you are not the one who found the golden-labeled bottle?

Tim: (A sad and depressed Tim looks pitifully at the screen) No not me? My best friends brother, or the guy that used to be my best friend, I don’t even know any more.

Scott: Okay Tim why don’t you start from the beginning so we can keep up. First where are they?

Tim: Callum is literally running around our campus and his brother Ross went to go signal that we are on.

Scott: and did the drink make this guy violent or how did you get that black eye?

Tim: Turns out, the same guy who found the golden labeled bottle gave me this black eye a few days ago in the bathroom. But one has nothing to do with the elixir...I don't even know anymore. They're twins who used to hate each other until Himbo Labs made one of them "hot as fuck" but also fucked up his head. He is back only minute and he is claiming he was always gay.

I've spent the better part of the last two years and he hated gay people, but now this guy won't speak to me because he's busy making up with his actual gay brother. It's all messing with my head. One twin you made hot, while the other well he, well he had umm unexpected side effects to, you know where it counts.

Scott: I am sorry to hear this Tim but you are being a bit vague and frankly all over the place and no I am not sure I know where it counts. It’s like you are telling a story that needs a back story. Perhaps you should call back in about an hour to talk to Dr. Zach he is our radio therapist and perhaps he can help. We are going to move on to another caller now…

Oliver: Wait don’t hang up. He is telling the truth. I know who and what he means.

Scott: Well this is exciting. Callers Oliver Chief Researcher and assistant scientist at Himbo labs sent a recipe for a truth serum to Tim moments ago and he has certified that it has begun to work.

Tim: he what? When did I take a truth serum?

Oliver: The more you lie the more your tongue will swell. Just go ahead it will be like therapy.

Tim: (Struggling to keep his swollen tongue in his mouth) Look last week my best friend Ross was a normal college freshman we had fun, we both made the crew team.

He gets back from yall’s house of horrors and suddenly you guys have erased his memories and now I am a dick wad because I am exactly who I was the day he left. You mother fuckers go and turn my best friend into a woke warrior against all things what bullying?

I come into the dorm to see the supposed stud y’all created and okay he is jacked, and sure, objectively you all did take a 5’2 thin dude and make him into one of your muscle zombies.

Oliver: That’s certainly not fair. And I can attest that his mind is fully intact he maybe a pint size muscle king but he isn’t stupid like a Himbo Juice drinker. He isn't at all basic or dumb. Sorry Diego no offense.

Diego: oh you were talking about me?

Scott: Damn you’re such a Himbo.

Diego: (all smiles) I know, I love it.

Fine, but his emotions are fucked up for sure, I come into his dorm and he has his arm wrapped around his brothers shoulders and the two of them are crying and shit and then he starts shoving me and claiming I pushed his brother too far. I mean if anything I paid that piece of turd a compliment.

Scott: I am confused you said he was your best friend's twin brother and your best friend supposedly was some sort of mega stud before Himbo labs and yet you don’t seem to feel the same way about his identical twin. Oliver how does this work? What is the story here.

Oliver: Ross, Tim’s best friend or former friend, it would seem, won the lottery last week, his video will go up on our site any day now, but based on this call probably already up there.

Scott: My producer told me that a search for the video is the top trend on the internet.

Oliver: So anyway, Ross got a product we are now calling Pocket Punch. No matter your starting height this formula will make you into a short king. If you are 5’6 to 7 feet tall afterwards you are going to shrink to 5’5 or shorter, but you are going to pack on the muscle. As for Ross’s memories, rather than become Himbofied he lost experiences in his past he lost memories of trauma and his mind erased former destructive coping mechanisms. Things that were not and never have been his brother’s fault are suddenly either forgotten or he has addressed them and moved on.

As for why he seems to have a problem with Tim his former best friend, I have no idea, but based on Tim’s breathing and blinking he can’t help but tell us.

Oliver: Tim why don’t you tell us when you first realized you were in love with Ross and why you are so threatened by Ross and his brother Callum healing old wounds.

Tim: I don’t care what those two queers, (Tim bites his tongue so hard you can hear the crunch) Look,I don’t understand why you had to make him gay. He was fucking perfect. (more painful wincing and his tongue out. “Perfect for me.”

Oliver: So you the truth comes out, what are you bi or gay?

Tim: I don’t want to talk about it.

Oliver: Take another shot and share with us what happened that got you shoved and pushed by Ross, he said you pushed his brother too hard. After that, we want to hear about his elixir.

Scott: You want your own radio show?

Tim: (Tim’s words begin to slur and it is clear that he feels unable to lie) Ross and I we used to bully his brother call him fag. Cause he’s so comfortable with being gay, and and and neither of us wanted people to know we were that way.

Oliver: What way? You must share it hurts not to share. Your tongue will keep getting bigger and more swollen until you tell the truth.

Tim: (struggling to keep from talking but losing the battle with his heavy tongue) Look, I don’t hate Callum he’s fine but I guess I knew from fucking around in threesomes with his brother that they both had super fat cocks.

Diego: Hot why didn’t you suck both the twins?

Tim: I tried. (Tim slams his hand over his mouth but he kept talking through his hand.

Tim: Look since you have me on this truth serum, I guess I have no choice but to admit that I always wished I had a fat schlong, but now I’m confronted with not one but two short guys that have me beat. Sure I might look I have a big with a chubby and yes I get a good 7 inches but it’s like a pencil.

I could handle Ross having me beat he wouldn’t have let me fuck with him even if I wanted to, trust me I tried but he was bullet proof and whatever I gave Ross gave it right back, he was cool that way.

But the rules of our relationship has always allowed me to talk shit to his brother I’ve always coped and he has always taken it

Diego: You suck and not in a sexy way.

Tim: (tearing up) Last week I was in the bathroom of our dorm and okay I have a thing about comparing cocks.

Oliver: You do more than compare right?

Tim: Stuttering and sweating.

Scott: oh okay I can tell now that means he’s lying right?

Oliver: Exactly, so you were cruising in the dorm bathroom and Callum came in and you saw him pull out his dick? And Callum realized he out classes you?

Tim: bitting his tongue. Damnit no, I heard someone in the stall and I saw it through the glory whole. I didn’t know, it was Callum's cock. I thought it was Ross’s. I have seen Ross’s in the locker room and when we’ve banged the same girls.

I can’t (Tim’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth) he looks disgusted that he is about to admit something on the radio) I can’t get it up anymore without thinking of Ross’s dick so when I saw Callum’s fat cock in the stall, I was sure it was the dick I have been dreaming about, I knew it was Ross’s, it was obvious who that cock belonged to.

(Struggling not to keep talking) I’ve been infatuated for months ever since we Eiffel towered the same cheerleader. I can’t stop thinking how jealous I was. (His tongue stuck out again) Okay not just jealous but, I guess maybe I wanted his dick, like I wanted a fat cock like his and since I couldn’t have that, I wanted it in my mouth?

Tim: (Sighs with relief) woooh OMG it feels good to get all of this off my chest. I can't tell you how badly it sucks to be on the outs with your best friend.

Tim: At that point, I thought it was Ross, I am trying to convince who I though was Ross to just let me such him off. But II maa have made Callum mad because the next thing I knew he had poked me in the eye and given me a shiner, with his cock.

Diego: He must get real hard, good for him.

Tim: Look, I have never hatted Callum. I just didn’t understand how he could be so open and comfortable. Look I feel hook line and sinker for his brother So when his brother and I became friends and he bullied him, it made it easier for me.

Tim: But fuck now, I am what gay too? I did’nt even get a Himbo drink and I am fucking crying and admitting that I am in love with my best friend and then fuck his brother finds a golden-labeled bottle and suddenly its like there is another Ross right in front of me.

Scott: Yes tell us about the golden-labeled

 

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Tim: I don’t have to tell you. It got broadcast live. Callum may not have been popular in the real world but he has a ton of followers. When Ross was trying to get me to leave I might have switched on Callum’s twitch app and cameras. Look, I wanted to know what was up with my best friend and I wanted to know what they were going to say about me.

Callum: So that's why my followers have fucking sky rocketed?

Scott: I am sorry who do we have on the call now?

Callum: Hey there! I'm Callum and this is my twin brother Ross....Say hey Ross our fans want to hear from us.

Ross: Uh hi?

Callum: So yeah I have just set up a few social media sites you can find us under the Barclay Twins.

Tim: Holy Shit you have gotten even more energetic and happy since I last saw you. Where have yall been?

Ross: I have spent the last 20 minutes on my motorcycle looking for him. He ran to Lake Arlo and back.

Tim: That's like 8 miles from here, have you ever run before?

Callum: Nope but I will every day if it feels like this.

Scott: Okay guys clearly we know which one of you found the golden-labeled bottle. Why don't you tell us.

Tim: I can do better, I am playing the video.

Tim: So they had shoved me out of the room and into the hall, but before that I opened up the twitch app. Which is what you are seeing here.

Callum: And I are talking and bullshitting some and Ross spent like five minutes telling me he was going to help me find a guy. Which now, I will definitely take you up on that, but at the time, I was scared shitless and I was trying to avoid the subject, so I got up to go to the fridge which you can see on the video. That there is me going to the fridge and pulling out a 12 pack of Crystal Clear Water and that's me grabbing one and handing one to my brother.

Ross: At that point in the video there you can see that I just realized that Callum had just handed me a bottle with a golden-label.

Callum: Now you see the next five minutes where we are debating what to do about it. Which of us was going to drink it, or if both of us would drink it.

Scott: I can only wonder what was going through their heads?

Tim: You can see that Callum offered it to Ross.

Ross: Yep Callum tells me that he never minded being short and now that he had a brother that wasn’t going to fuck with him. He was happy being him. (I would fucking die for my brother. He tried to sacrifice this for me to have another Himbo Elixir.)

Callum: But Ross said he couldn't take it cause he was afraid that it might be made with Twink Tea and didn’t want to fuck up a good thing. I mean look at my fucking hot ass stud brother (he could have anyone listening except me cause incest is disallowed by the LPSG mods). Ross said, he knows that he used to hate being short but those memories were gone and he insisted that I join him as a Himbo drinker.

Tim: The two of them kept going back and forth and eventually they even spin the bottle and the fucking bottle does two things, first it lands in between them, and then it also lands so that you can see the label of the bottle. Himbo Lab's Big Dick Energy Drink.

Tim: As soon as I saw the title of the bottle, I was a man on a mission. I guess it is obvious that I have a thing about my dick size.

Diego: I like big dick too, its all good bro.

Tim: Ah thanks, I appreciate it.

Oliver: There are zillions of size queens around, but most don't let it drive so much self hate.

Scott: So Tim, am I seeing you break into their dorm kitchenette.

Tim: Yep and I guess Ross realized, that I knew about the bottle, cause he practically body checked me and insisted that Callum drink it.

Ross: We both turn around when we heard Callum's voice say that he already did.

Callum: Damn look how sad, I looked in that video.

Ross: Callum bro, I promise I will make it up to you, and so will the bitch over there.

Ross: I turned to point out the bitch boy when I saw it in Tim's eyes first, he was actually drooling at what he was watching.

Tim seeing Callum's early transformation

Tim: You could see his body was changing. His mind was changing too but it was different not the typical Himbo he seemed to be getting smarter. His shoulders were getting stronger, you could see abs, it was like he was becoming what Ross looked like just last week.

Callum: It felt fucking amazing. It is true I felt the buzz that everyone talks about, but it wasn't making things cloudy it was making everything so obviously clear. I had clear thoughts but on super crack. As the surge of energy coursed through my veins, I felt an overwhelming, power building within me. My muscles began to twitch and expand, but unlike, what happened to Diego or Ross, my growth felt more controlled, I wasn't ballooning up, my muscles just felt like steel. My once skinny arms started to fill out, gaining a noticeable biceps and triceps and as they grew, my veins became more prominent, —just enough to give me the look of someone who’s spent serious time in the gym.

My chest broadened, pecs firming up and pushing firmly against my shirt, not tearing it, but stretching it to noticeably, I actually found that I was grasping my own muscles I found them so hot . Each breath I took felt powerful, my ribcage expanding and contracting with newfound strength. My shoulders widened, becoming well-defined and giving me a more athletic build. They were strong and rounded, perfectly proportioned to my frame.


My legs, once spindly, transformed into strong, athletic limbs. Quadriceps and hamstrings became more pronounced, giving me the look of someone who could sprint across a field with ease. My calves grew more solid, providing a stable base and enhancing my overall stance.

Even my back wasn’t spared from the transformation. Muscles rippled and grew, creating a firm, powerful structure from my neck down to my waist. My traps and lats became more defined, giving me a V-shaped torso that looked and felt like a guy who needed to get laid.

Every fiber of my being seemed to be infused with a refined, athletic strength, well-muscled physique without straining or tearing. In that moment, I was not just Callum the nerd—I had become Callum 2.0

Tim: You became Ross from two weeks ago pre-Himbo, and since I am being forced to be honest, I nearly came when I saw Ross again.

Ross: The next thing we knew, Callum was racing out the door.

Tim: He took off like cheetah after a gazelle and the two of us went after him just to make sure he didn’t get hurt.

Callum: Well, as I was running I realized that the liquid was still swarming through my veins, I felt another jolt of awareness. It was like my mind, sharpened and I was feeling alive for the first time ever so I figured I would keep running. I could hear the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant chatter of students. Every detail stood out with clarity, pulling me into a state of heightened vigilance. That is when I dashed to the library, my legs moving with surprising ease. My body moved with a fluid grace, powered by the hidden reserves of energy within I guess the drink. In the library, I noticed some class mates struggling on a complex equations and dense theories that once seemed insurmountable but now they seemed simple. It was like all my concentration was razor-sharp, my mind a well-oiled machine, processing information at lightning speed. As the night wore on, I never felt a dip in my energy levels.

Olive: The drink has imbued him with a consistent, steady supply of vigor. He will be a whirlwind of productivity, tackling every challenge with relentless enthusiasm. From writing essays to solving problems, he will have endless reserve whenever he wants it.

Ross: But more had transformed. He was suddenly struck with a happy lightness. The stress and anxiety that usually weighed him down had dissipated. You could just see him smiling more, joking with people and he just has been non-stop, positive energy to everyone around him since last night.

Callum: It was then that I felt it. All of the sudden right in the library, I could feel my pulse start to race again, and all that energy just started concentrating all in my groin. I could feel all this power and it started to flow downward. The next thing I know, I feel this surge of energy and an overwhelming, almost primal force building within me.

My cock began to twitch and bulge, expanding with a power that seemed to defy nature. it, swelled with raw, pulsating strength. I am serious my cock snaked down my leg like a python breaking free from its shell and the mass is heavy, I could really blacken some eyes with this bar of steel

Diego: Fuck where are you right this minute?

Callum: Funny, I would tear you up. You seem like a top until you see what i got swinging. In fact, are we done here? I feel like I need to go workout and take me a shower. See who I catch looking. Want to come Tim, that should be right up your alley.

Tim: Well since I can't lie due to the formula. I figureI guess I will just go ahead and admit that yes I would like to drop to my knees and test out sword swallowing.

Ross: Callum and I want to thank you for making Tim face the truth. He isn’t a bad guy, and I am to blame for letting his bullying get out of hand. I just wish he could have admitted it on his own without you having to zonk him into it, but yeah, if he wants any chance to rekindle a friendship with my brother and I he better find away to remember this after the truth serum wears off.

Oliver: He won’t forget any of this, I didn’t send him a truth serum I sent him a home remedy for a tooth ache. It is a few ingredients that when combined, and it deadened his tongue the rest was all him with a bit of social engineering to coaxed him along.

Tim was stunned silent, but more importantly, he was forming away to rekindle one friendship while creating another

 

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Chapter 5: Himbo Elixir Flight, (MM, cock compare, muscle growth, illustrated)

All Characters are over 18 and imaginary

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

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After consuming the Big Dick Energy Drink, Callum felt a surge of power an unstoppable energy and a tenfold increase in his libido. After only a few days of being stronger, more attractive, and well-endowed, years of enduring insults, homophobia, and questioning his self-worth were losing its grip on him. Callum knew how rare and special it was to have gained this incredible physical transformation through drinking Big Dick Energy Drink; like being bitten by a radioactive spider.

It wasn't a sudden epiphany, but rather a gradual understanding that formed over several weeks, slowly replacing his previous self-hatred and fear of social situations. Each day that he didn't transform back into his old body or regain his "adequate" male anatomy, was another victory in overcoming his doubts. As Callum continued to receive attention from strangers and noticed men accidentally staring at his bulge, the armor of his former insecurities began to crack.

What was an immediate realization was the sheer size of his cock. It towered above those of his peers at school, and he couldn't help but grow a sense of pride in knowing that it was probably the largest in the whole state of Florida. Its girth was so substantial that even those fortunate enough to hold it could not fully wrap their hands around it, and while he hadn’t measured his cock, he instinctively new by comparison of everyday items that it was between 10 and 11 inches and at least 7 inches wide.

Gradually, people couldn't help but notice the transformation in him. They showered him with compliments, especially those who were aware or had heard about his impressive physical endowment. He earned playful nicknames from them like "jaw breaker," "throat stretcher," and "gut impaler," which only served to boost his self-confidence. As this newfound confidence radiated through him, he realized the power he held over others simply by flaunting the bulge in his bright green shorts. It should come as no surprise when he confidently strode into the rugby club locker room and was met with a boisterous group of traditionally masculine men who openly praised his soft 7 inch snake and accepted him without concern of his sexuality or his past trauma.

To his delight, Callum discovered that he was an extremely skilled top, it just seemed to come naturally to him. Which was likely a good thing because the minute he lost his virginity that first week, he had a seemingly endless line of students, faculty, and alumni eager to experience his monster firsthand.
Yet to his disappointment and the massive dismay of multiple partners, he also learned that his endowment was far longer and wider that most of his potential partners had ever seen, and quite a few who claimed they could handle it were quick to change their minds when faced with his cock on a 5'2 tall guy. Despite this, he still found himself in situations where people were willing to do almost anything for the chance to be fucked by his King Kong Dong.

In just three weeks, guys who would have never given Callum the time of day, now spoke to him in lust filled whispers, generally from their knees while looking up facing his monster cock. Every inch of his dick commanded attention and admiration, solidifying his place as a sexual deity among men.

College classmates who wouldn't have given Callum a second glance last month were now the ones fueling his fantasies. The less likely it seemed that he could have hooked up with them in the past, the more determined Callum became to fuck him. Guys who didn’t even know he existed now worshipped him, bending over in front of locker room benches or engaging in classic cock comparisons. These were the guys who used to think they were better than Callum, and now he had them under his spell.

Callum learned that just catching a glimpse of his massive member was enough to arouse most other guys, even Jackson the captain of the baseball team a bi-curious guy that had more abs and muscles than a greek statue, stepped forward for the chance to gawk at how big Callum truly was.

When they first met it was Jackson’s intention to be strictly business. Happen in on Callum in the shower or the urinal and then do a quick comparison of his own 8 inch long 6 inch thick cock to what ever legendary staff that Callum was sporting.

What he didn’t expect was to have Callum being so complimentary swooning over his abs as much as he wanteed to swoon over his cock. It wasn’t long before Jackson realized he was under Callum’s spell. When Callum told him that if he did’nt now better he would have sworn that Jackson had tipped up a bottle of Himbo Elixir himself.

The last thing that Jackson expected was the he would find Callum funny, and charming, or to start working out with Callum three times a week. What he really didn’t expect was to find that he was noticing Callum’s beautiful eyes, and charm more than his biceps and monster cock. He wouldn’t admit it but he had started to find himself waking up in the middle of the night covered in cum from his most recent Callum-induced wet dream.

A hot and heavy two week fling ensued with the two doing delightfully nasty things with each other all over the schools locker room and showers. If blow jobs , tounge fucking, and generally finding that they enjoyed each others personaliity and company had just been enough to have sustained a relationship they would have been thriving, but ufortunatly , the two found themselves at a most unfortunate cross-roads when Callum realized that there were feelings forming on both their parts, but that he still wanted to have his Jackson and eat out Henry from the soccer team too. Jackson for his part had realized there were feelings well earlier after their second gym encounter but try as he might and boy did he try with a butt plug in every size he realized that there was no future beyond friendship if he could never be Callum’s partner in bed.

Their last day being together other than an ongoing friendship was a disastrous attempt at Jackson bottoming for Callum's telephone pole size cock. Jackson hatted that he couldn't figure out how to get comfortable enough to bottom for a guy he found he genrally liked. Callum was also disapointed but wiht his mission to bag everyone who had ever snubbed him, he bounced back far faster than the mega stud Jackson could.

It really was their intention to be friends, but the first day Callum got hit on in the shower by Henry from men's soccer, and Jackson was forced to watch his friend flirt back, he started to find excuses for why he couldn’t hang out. When he texted Callum and explained that he was having hugely jealous feelings and that he was going to take a break for a while. The text ended with both guys feeling like shit.

It was this encounter that brought Callum a little bit back towards reality. The dozens of other guys that he had fucked in the last three or four weeks were fun flings. Some he remembered their names or how they made him feel, but none until Jackson pulled at Callum's heartstrings or made Callum stop to think about a relationship based on something other than sex.

 

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In the four weeks since discovering the golden-labeled Big Dick Energy Drink, Callum learned several disappointing or at least annoying things. One of them was how fixated people were on knowing his size. Everyone seemed to be curious about it. Callum didn't mind revealing this information to his new cock obsessed fans, however, he really enjoyed the mystery that the guys faced.

The other thing that every guy, with the exception of Jackson was obsessed to the point of annoyance was their desire to get laid by Callum and Ross, the twin tops. Callum would role his eyes as it seemed to be a kink he couldn't imagine, but Ross was at least three-way curious, maybe even willing for some of the hotter guys milling around campus, but alas the LPSG.org moderator rules don't allow that particular kink. Plus Callum was concerned that his cock would make his brother jealous to the point that it might cause them to damage their newly repaired relationship.

What Callum didn’t realize was that Ross was exceedingly happy for his twin baby brother, younger by four minutes but larger by four inches was Ross’ mantra for his newly minted best friend and life time brother. Plus no one should feel bad for Ross he and his muscle bound body seemed at peace. He felt blessed to have the body of a marble master piece while his brother was granted a pendulous penis fit for Zues. Callum also hadn’t taken into account that his twin brother had muscle worshippers coming out of the woodwork begging for a chance to fulfill their fantasies with one of the hottest pocket gays this side of the globe.

Between Callum's newfound obsession of bedding those who ignored him and his continued sadness over Jackson, led him to the most popular fraternity on campus. He couldn't resist the allure of hooking up with guys who would normally ignore him. His relationship with the fraternity started when he met Felix, Xavier, and Alex in the school gym. The three of them were known as XXX within their fraternity, not just because of their names all having an "x," but also because they discovered their shared kink for group sex during their pledge period.

In the month and a few days since his transformation, numerous guys had propositioned him. But none had the same charm and attractive physique as the XXX brothers of Eta Alpha Gam.

With their chiseled jawlines, toned muscles, and confident stature, they stood out in any crowd. Their presence commanded attention, drawing envious gazes from onlookers and admiration from their peers. It was no surprise that they were the most sought after guys on campus, turning heads wherever they went with their effortless charisma and undeniable sex appeal.

Initially, Callum believed that only one of the fraternity brothers could squeeze into the shower stall with him. But these guys were determined, and they always found a way to get what they wanted. With his new "fuck-it" attitude, Callum embraced their creative efforts and soon realized that all four of them could fit comfortably in the small space: one pressed against the wall while riding Callum's horse cock, another laying on their back to lick his balls, and the other hungrily eating his ass. Callum was impressed by their willingness to share and take turns. It made him chuckle as he thought about how this camaraderie and willingness to share is what brotherhood truly means.

Alex's heart pounded in his chest when Callum laughed to himself. Alex couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his small four inch dick, thinking that it was the source of Callum's amusement. But to his surprise, as he watched Callum's face for any sign of mockery or teasing, he instead saw a mischievous glint in Callum’s eye and a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. And in that moment, Alex came to realize that he had a wicked interest in small dick humiliation, a kink that he never knew existed within him. A mixture of arousal and shame flooded through him as his mind raced with possibilities and desires he never knew he had.

After dominating the three fraternity brothers and making them his submissive playthings, he found himself constantly being invited over to the fraternity house. It had only been three weeks since he started going over there, but in that short time, he had already slept with the Chapter President and caused the Pledge Educator to gag on his cock until tears ran from his eyes and snot dripped from his nose. Callum had become a regular at the fraternity house, so when they offered him a bid to join, he saw no reason to decline. And now that he had officially joined as a member, he had also successfully broken down his brother Ross and convinced him to join, as long as pledging wouldn't interfere with his crew practice.

The last month had amazing ups and downs, and in the end the timeframe had been one of the highlights of his young life, not just because of his life altering transformation, but because of the confidence he had gained. While he felt his heart hurt over Jackson, he eventually turned his focus on having the time of his life.

Yet he knew he would have to eventually slow down on his wild streak. But before that, there was one last thing he needed to do. There was one last person who had to acknowledge his superiority, someone who not only looked down on him in theory but also in reality. Callum wondered if maybe his past bully was the missing piece to finishing the puzzle that was this era. He yearned to watch Tim submit and maybe even beg for his cock. He was aware that this made him a superficial and hypocritical jerk, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The only thing holding him back was the fact that his brother Ross, despite their strained relationship, was probably in love with Tim.

However, one night after having a few drinks, a sloshed Callum couldn't get dominating Tim out of his head. Yet Tim had been avoiding him and Ross. When the brothers discussed that he was missing Ross dismissed it as Tim being moody. The fact that Tim refused to text Callum back pissed him off and he, the last swig of a Jack Daniels bottle, and Callum's most cocky attitude to date, marched to Tim's bathroom door and demanded that Tim speak with him.

Callum stumbled home after a night of heavy drinking, his mind clouded by the memory of Tim's submission. Ross laughed off Callum and his brother's recent awkward interactions as Tim simply being moody. Fed up with Tim's avoidance, Callum barged into his bathroom and demanded to speak with him, fueled by alcohol and cockiness. At first, Tim was irate at being disturbed from sleep, but as Callum playfully flirted with him like a predator toying with its prey, Tim couldn't help but feel drawn in by Callum's charm. It was a familiar look - pure desire reflected in someone's eyes. With just a snap of his fingers and a pointed finger at the ground, Callum had Tim on his knees, powerless under his command. "Suck it," he commanded, knowing Tim would willingly oblige. Unlike the last time Callum and Tim found themselves with Tim on his knees this time there was no black eye. This time Callum wanted Tim to know he was getting dominated by his horse cock.

Tim couldn't believe his luck, he was finally being included in the twins life, but it soon became apparent that this blow job was a part of a retaliation on Callum's part. Rather than sensual the blow job became a show of force an assault on Tim's throat. Soon Callum decided to press his luck and see how far he could push Tim a supposed strict top. At first, Tim was scared but he did secretly want to see if he could ride Callum's hammer. It was a rough start. Callum used spit and dirty talk to break down Tim's barrier.

Callum eventually broke through Tim's first ass ring that was guarding Tim's male on male virginity. Callum didn't just take Tim's v-card, he literally devastated it, but as Callum broke into Tim's ass he seemed to discover a wild beast. Tim was feeling sensations that he had never encountered and despite that he never wanted to admit that he might ever be a bottom, he had to admit that this was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced until Callum's cock suddenly punched through the second ring and Tim howled so loud that Callum had to put his hands over his mouth to keep the entire dorm from knowing Tim was being taken to an anal heaven he didn't know existed.

Callum decided that he needed to see his former bully's face while he was fucking him so with a strength not displayed by Callum in his past, he picked up Tim off his stomach and flipped him on his back. In this position, it allowed Tim to be more involved. Taking advantage of Tim now being able to see the monster cock that was destroying his ass like Godzilla vs Tokyo. At one point Callum pulled all the way out and forced Tim to sit up and guide Callum's dick back up his own ass. Callum wanted Tim to see what a massive tool he had. Tim was shocked at the length and girth and the fact that it wasn't even full length.

When Tim couldn't resist talking about how massive Callum's tool was it gave Callum a licensed to go deeper and deeper to show him what massive looked like. As Callum's tool starrted down Tim's canal Tim breathing heavily and nashing teeth. When Callum reached the final anal ring and he was long enough and thick enough to burst through Tim's real rear door, the sensation was so powerful that he sat up with Callum still inside him. Callum was now inadvertently being pile driven until he laid back down. When Tim made the fatal mistake of talking about how big Callum's cock was, which gave Callum full blown permission to talk about how small Tim looked in comparison. Unknown to both of the guys, telling Callum that he had a tiny useless cock was some magical aphrodisiac.

Each time Tim came his ass milked Callum's giant totem pole until Callum loaded so much jizz up Tim's ass that he would have impregnated Tim with a new set of twins.

As Callum finished he pulled his cock from Tim's ass leaving Tim to feel empty inside. Callum whipped his slimy cock all over Tim's check. Tim looked like he wanted to talk heart-to-heart and clear the air. Callum laydown next to Tim but the two could not be further apart. Tim had just talked about how empty he felt after Callum pulled out. Callum for his part also felt empty but for a completely emotional reason. Why did he need this revenge sex so bad, what was this going to do to Ross?

Callum on the other hand realizing the time and that he was late to his fraternity induction, launched himself of bed not even discussing the last of his jizz all over Tim, and then ran back to his room and race to the ceremony.

Tim lay there in deep reflection on what the two had done and what it meant. Did he have feelings for Callum, did Callum even like him? Why did they do this? Through all of his reflection one question was really the only one that mattered to him, what would Ross think?

 

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The fraternity house was buzzing with excitement and anticipation as the brothers prepared to introduce the pledges to one of their more debauchery-laden traditions – the annual Milk the Pig party. Fraternity Legend says that when the original brothers that created the event wrote out the dares one of the more humorous yet near impossible event was to milk a pig. Now the university does not condone animals being involved in the event. So the name has become symbolic, and the milking that occurs is of more mature erotic nature. As the big brother and lil brother pairings field the living room the entire Greek Row could hear the laughter and chatter, as everyone got ready for the night ahead.

As Troy, the confident and charismatic president of the fraternity, entered the room accompanied by his fraternity little brother, Ross. They both wore solid t-shirts, a mandatory dress code for the party. The solid shirts provided lots of blank space for writing the random dares on guy’s shirts. As they made their way through the crowd, Troy mentioned to Ross that there was one pledge missing. Ross knew he meant his twin brother Callum, but Ross also knew that Callum would be running behind because he was currently cock deep in their suite mate, Tim.

Troy chocked on his beer and when he caught his breath, he laughed at how comfortable the twins seemed with each other and their sex lives. “Isn’t your suite mate your ex-boyfriend?” Troy asked. “No no no , I mean yes we were best friends once but we never dated.” Troy whispered, and you don’t mind, that your brother and your former best friend are shacking up? I feel like I would be hella jealous” Troy admitted.

“Look,” laughed Ross, if I am not jealous of my twin brother having a dick people could climb down during a house fire, then I am not capable of being anything but happy, protective, or loving. It is one of the gifts I got from Himbo elixir when I won the lottery.” “Besides, I think my brother using his giant third leg is just natural the same way it is natural for smaller guys like you to want to touch and lick my muscles.” Troy looked shocked at Ross’s answer. “Hey you don’t think I notice you staring at me every time I have been over to the fraternity house.” Troy got beet red at being called out by his little.

As they reached the center of the room, Troy raised his voice to get everyone's attention. "Alright guys, listen up!" he shouted over the noise. "Tonight is gonna be one hell of a night. We're gonna party like it’s 1999!"

The brothers cheered in response, raising their red solo cups in agreement.

"And don't forget," Troy continued with a mischievous grin. "The rules are simple – you must wear your plain t-shirts all night long and any stains or tears will result in consequences."

Everyone laughed at this reminder. The annual milk the pig party was infamous for getting wild and muddy and absolutely no one ever kept their shirts on.

"But first," Troy said, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention again. "We have some special guests joining us tonight." He gestured towards Ross with pride shining in his eyes. "My little brother Ross here just pledged last week."

The brothers erupted into cheers and applause as they welcomed Ross the muscle giant with shorter legs.

Ross couldn't help but feel proud as he basked in all the attention from his new brothers. He knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember. And despite the fact that he honestly did not mind that his brother was fucking his best friend but what he did mind

As the party officially kicked off

"Alright, let's get these shirts written on!" Troy announced, holding out his arms as the brothers surrounded them with colorful Sharpies.

The brothers eagerly scribbled various dares on Troy and Ross's shirts. Troy glanced down at his shirt, seeing the dares that awaited him. He smirked as he read them: arm wrestle a stranger, kiss someone at the bar, and get a stranger's underwear. Ross, standing beside him, looked equally amused, as he read his own.

Nolan grinned mischievously. "Alright, let's make this fun."

The group left the house and headed to their first destination.

The sign on the door might as well of said College Bar or we don’t card, but it was actually called The Tipsy Scholar, the logo with a rudimentary cartoon picture of a college guy tipping back a beer.

The pub was crowded with students, music playing, and the air filled with the scent of beer and fried food. The group ordered their first round of drinks, clinking glasses and laughing.

“Are we ready” Nolan asked?

“Not yet, we at least need a shot.” Troy decided. “24 car bombs for the boys” Troy ordered to the tiny twink looking guy in the overworked overcrowded bar.

The bartender wanted to protest, thinking who orders a three-part drink with three different types of glassware in a bar this busy. But Troy was known as a generous tipper and that short muscled stud they were calling Ross gave the bartender plenty to look at while he worked his ass off. The typically grouchy tired of being hit on bartender and two of his twunkish bar backs brought over 27 pints of Guinness, 27 shots of Baileys Irish Cream, and 27 shots of Jameson’s whiskey. The bar backs and bartender figured they would join in on the shots with the cute frat boys. At the count of three the shots were down before they curdled and it was time for the first sign off of dares from their shirts.

"Alright, first dare," Nolan announced, looking at his shirt and whose going to pick?”

"Dance on the bar" Ross called out.

Nolan

Nolan, encouraged by the laughter especially from Troy, nervously climbed onto the bar at first his moves were a mix of enthusiasm and clumsiness, much to the amusement of the crowd below. After Troy jumped up on the long, wooden bar and poured a shot of silver tequila down both of their throats, Nolan began to loosen up. When one of the bar backs brought him a shot, he didn't expect the bar back shot boy to grab his shirt and pull it over his head.

Shirtless Nolan gathering courage

As soon as the boys heard Joe Elliot’s voice invite them to Step inside and walk this way, they knew that they were not getting off the bar without being covered in sugar. Rolling with it, the two boys rocked out to Def Leopard.

Barback Aidan

As the iconic chorus kicked in, the two barbacks, Jeff and Aiden leaped up with playful agility, quickly syncing their movements to the beat. Jeff and Aiden, sporting 10 pack abs, jeans, and nothing for the imagination, flanked the two tipsy college guys, while the bartender, aimed the bars soda gun at the four dancers.

The bar packed with cheering patrons and all of Nolan and Troy’s fraternity crew erupted in joyous energy. The fraternity guys could see their friends’ faces illuminated by the colorful neon signs hanging on the walls.

The group on the bar not only dances but eventually pulls off their wet shirts and starts to collect tips from the crowd. The atmosphere is electric, with a sense of wild, carefree revelry as the guys jump down Nolan is grinning, and decides that tonight is going to be “balls to the wall.”

"Your turn, Troy," called out Ross over the swelling chorus of on lookers. “Challenge the strongest stranger in the bar to an arm wrestling match.

Troy scanned the room and spotted a muscle bear that had likely never been challenged to any fight or dare in his life, at least not against anyone who figured they would win. Troy still wet and covered with sugar approached the guy who would turn out to be named Eddie. With a confident smile and a I am to hot for you to turn me down wink, Troy challenged Eddie to the arm-wrestling match. The table was cleared, and the crowd gathered around to watch. Eddie understanding the assignment said “my table my rules.” No shirts allowed! The unthinkable happened as the two stripped off their shirts. The crowd got even more insanely rowdy. Neither guy wanted to lose but Eddie outweighed Troy by a good 50lbs and he wasn’t soaking wet. While it was a tense few moments, Eddie won, and the crowd went wild. “And now my prize,” Eddie announced. Troy was a bit apprehensive and completely caught off guard when Eddie launched his upper body across the table, grabbed Troy’s wrist and Eddie’s tongue attacked the sugary sweet under Troy’s left arm pit.

When Eddie was done, the crowd went what I believe is called APE SHIT and Troy gave him a quick peck on the check as he got up from the table. Though Troy, who usually is never at a loss for words had little to say, his raging boner likely said it all.

"Ross, you're up," called out Troy. Troy didn’t even bother to say Ross’s dare out loud he just pointed to the dare that he himself wrote on Ross’s shirt.

Ross, let out a nervous laugh. “Why are you nervous?” Troy asked his lil fraternity brother. Ross as deadpan as usual said, I am going to end up with a boner just like yours.”

Troy laughed loudly and said it won’t be the last of the night. Looked around for someone willing. Troy spotted the hotter of the two twunkie barbacks, Jeff and grabbed his shoulder. He whispered in the guy’s ear. It didn’t take any time at all to convince him because within seconds he was shirtless. He lay back on the bar’s counter top, his tight abs gleaming under the neon lights.

Barback Jeff and Ross doing preparing for body shots

With a mischievous grin, Jeff sprinkled a line of salt along his abs and down his treasure trail. He placed a lime wedge between his teeth. Ross hadn’t even gotten his tongue on the twunks abs and he was already sporting the promised hard-on. Ross, leaned in, his tongue trailing over Jeff’s skin, licking up the salt. The two muscle studs elicited hoots and whistles from the onlookers. Grabbing the shot glass, Ross downed the tequila in one swift motion, then bit into the lime wedge, spitting the wedge out he thought he was going to get a kiss, but instead the stealthy twunk Jeff spun the two of them and suddenly Ross found his compact body face up on the bar. Grabbing over the counter, for a little plastic cup, Jeff dropped the sweet smelling red wobbly Jell-O shot between Ross’s abs and belly button. The twunkie Jeff took his time cleaning Ross’s powerful torso. As Ross slipped off the bar backwards and into the employee side the twinky bartender said here let me help you, shoving his tiny thin hand into Ross’s pants the bartender adjusted Ross’s wide cock so that it was obscenely hard. The crowd nearly died when the young bartender announced to the crowd damn that is a heavy cock. Only for Ross to laugh and announce you should meet my twin brother.

 

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The Second Bar: Long Necks

The next bar was even rowdier, with a live country band playing and people line dancing to add to the energy of the already buzzing crowd. The group's spirits were high, fueled by their successful dares and the camaraderie of the night. As they watched other patrons attempt to ride the mechanical bull, a commotion broke out near the entrance. Callum rushed in, looking slightly disheveled and smelling like he had just hooked up with his brother's former best friend.

His big brother Nolan shook his head at him in a mix of frustration and relief.

"You're late," Nolan said, clearly annoyed. "You know what that means."

Callum let out a sigh, knowing what was coming next. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Troy and Ross exchanged a knowing look before turning back to Nolan. "Since Callum has nothing on his shirt, you get to choose his dares," Troy said.

"All right Callum, since you were late, take three shots of tequila," Nolan announced.

Callum quickly downed the shots as his new fraternity brothers cheered him on.

"Now for your first dare," Nolan grinned mischievously. "Get a guy you've never met before to kiss you; and we need photo evidence."

Slightly tipsy from the tequila, Callum scanned the bar for the straightest-looking guy he could find. He settled on a guy wearing a tan cowboy hat, Levi jeans, and a denim shirt - the epitome of a cowboy. Callum walked over to the young cowboy and introduced himself. Devin was polite but not overly talkative.

Devin the Cowboy

Devin was slightly older than the college boys that generally fawned over Callum. Having a repultation for being the largest cock east of the Mississippi was good for the social life. However, Devin wasn't aware of Callum's story much less his HImbo blessed giant cock.
To Devin, Callum was a decent looking short guy who had thee balls to come up to someone as hot as him. He gave the short little Callum credit for the courage, but attempting to flirt with Devin proved to be difficult. Devin was barely out, not at all in his personal or work life. Coming into Long Neck's was a deeply difficult experience for the closeted gay man in his mid-20s. But Callum was determined to get this cute blue eye blonde hair guy to make out with him. Callum pulled out all the stops. However, Devin seemed uninterested and eventually turned his attention to some other fraternity guys. It was clear Callum's small 5'2 frame, wasn’t doing it for Devin.

But Callum refused to get discouraged. In the past, he might have given up, but not anymore. He changed tactics and was determined to get his photo within the hour they had in the bar. Callum thought maybe he would find him on the dance floor. When the bucket boy came around with cold beers in a bucket Callum bought two Bud Lights one for each of them, however and show him that he had some moves. But when he turned to share one with Devin the stud was nowhere to be found.

As Callum got up to see if Devin was on the dance floor he didn't see him there either. “Well fuck!” Callum figured that Devin must of got tired of pretending to be straight and left for some places with less hot guys trying to make out with him. Figuring he was going to need to find another guy to help him win his dare, Callum searched around the room for a replacement. When he stood up and downed the second Bud light, Callum realized he had to drain his chicken.

Nolan flirting for a free beer

As he was making his way though the crowd, Callum saw Nolan approach the bar, and chat-up the bartender. After a bit of flirting and a well-timed joke, he got a free drink, raising it triumphantly to the cheers of his brothers.

"Troy, you're up next," Ross said.

Troy scanned the room and spotted an attractive guy standing alone. With a smirk, he approached and struck up a conversation. The chemistry was instant, and soon the sexy country boy turned around dropped his Levis and bent over the barstool. Like a true celebrity, Troy whipped out a sharpie and signed his name on the country boy’s stark white ass. With a quick camera shot, Troy returned to the group, with a picture of a beautiful muscular ass and a telephone number written in sharpie across Troy’s arm. Having taking down two dares in what setting Troy received ruckus round of high fives.

By this time three shots of Tequila and two long neck beers had taken their toll on poor Callum’s bladder. He searched for the little cowboys room. When he arrived it was surprisingly slow not realizing he had entered the staff bathroom.

Callum in the staff bathroom

Callum got his jeans open in record time and started to haul out his colossal cock. It was nice that it wasn't a crowded restroom because normally he has to stand a foot back, so not to have his entire kickstand touching the bottom of the urinal. Callum couldn’t remember the last time he had to pee this bad and as his snake started flowing it plumped up a bit in his hand. As he was shaking off the giant baby maker he was about to put it away. As he turned his head towards the sink, standing to his left practically on top of him was Devin.

Devin lusting over Callum's cock

Devin’s mout h hung open unable to talk at first. Suddenly the ability to speak returned. “Holy Mother Fucker…that cock belongs on a mother fucking horse.” The next thing Callum new, Devin grabbed him by the wrist and drug him toward the stalls.

Callum didn't smile, he didn't blink he just sat there allowing the cowboy to try and ride his horse cock. A few minutes ago, Devin wouldn’t give him a second glance, now the needy bitch was moaning like a whale desperate for a mate. Devin lost all sense of himself and found himself kneeling on the ground in a piss soaked public bathroom in a country western bar sucking a short stranger whose dick looked more like a fire hose than a human appendage.

Callum couldn’t believe how good Devin was at oral sex. When Devin started to choke it just motivated him more to try to take Callum to the root. Devin kept pushing himself like a marathon runner. Almost there, push through, keep going! Devin was shocked that he was struggling so much, he had often told his friends that he had no gag reflex but he learned he was wrong as he started drooling and crying trying to swallow Callum’s sword. As Devin continued to attack without abandon they both new that their time was short and that there would be a security guard patrolling the bathrooms at anytime. As Devin turned on the turbo speed and started to lick Callum’s lemon size balls. He could tell Callum was about to come. But before the torrent of fluids was released Devin cried out as he shot a load between Callum’s feet. Knowing that he had just made a muscle bound cowboy come without ever touching himself made Callum feel like a god. Without warning Callum unloaded five or six sizable shots all over Devin’s face. Devin had never let anyone cum on him but he felt like Callum deserved to cum wherever he chose, even if it was all over the left side of a cowboys face. Callum started to clean up and put his cock away, but before he could Devin started cleaning Callum’s cock with his tongue. In a moment of clarity, Callum bent over Devin and the two kissed despite the fact that Devin had just been glazed. With his free hand Callum captured the kiss and the back of Devin’s face. After Devin took a look and realized he was anonymous he okayed the picture including Callum’s massive cock, which could be seen taking up the entire bottom of the photo.

As Callum finished cleaning himself up and started to leave Devin still on his knees, Devin grabbed Callum’s hand with his iPhone and synched their contacts.

When Callum returned to the main floor, his brother Ross was flirting with four guys at the bar. Ross came back to their table with a napkin with not one but all four guys phone numbers scribbled on it.

Ross one napkin four numbers

Callum could tell the brothers were ready to head to a new location, but Nolan declared that Milk the Pig rules required either proof of winning the dare or the entire group was stuck at this bar.

Nolan called out, “hold up guys,” remember rule number 3, no picture no proof.

Callum fumbled with his IPhone, but before he could find the picture three brothers produced shots from their own phones. The pic was of the crazy hot cowboy and Callum making out with a giant snake taking up much of the view below. Callum laughed at the picture, which suspiciously looked taken from an angle over the stall walls.

Troy glanced at the pictures, and declared they were proof that Callum’ completed his first dare of the night. Glancing back at the picture one more time, a sadistic smile crept across Troy’s face. At that he announced that this picture was also proof that Callum had a god damn freakishly massive dick.”

Callum laughed “’freakishly massive’ that about sums it up.“ Callum ran over to the group of guys who took his picture. “Hey did any one get a video?

As Callum was admiring the photos on the brother’s phone, Troy grabbed two other brothers and began whispering in their ears.

“Hey, brothers,” Troy called out. “it just dawned on me that our boy with the elephant cock, still owes us a dare for missing the first bar.” “ So I am going to use my prerogative as the chapter president to assign you a second dare.”

Callum was all smiles; he really wasn’t worried about anything they could throw his way. If he didn’t like whatever they wanted him to do he could just walk away. He was humble but he wasn’t stupid. A fraternity that has shown they have as many or more gay members than the San Francisco Men’s gay choir, was not going to let him or his brother get away. They were the ideal of what these frat bros wanted to be and truth be told even the tallest, most cocky wanted the bragging rights of being with them.

“I dare you to let Jeremiah and Drake measure your freakishly large cock.” Troy said as both guys eagerly grabbed Callum under his arms and lifted him backwards on the mechanical bull. Callum was in tears he was laughing so much. Ross however looked pissed; his happy-go-lucky smile had morphed into a deadly stern stare.

“I mean, I don’t give a fuck go ahead, its yall’s egos that are about to be shattered.” Callum said between tears of laughter. “Where are yalll going to get a measuring tape?” Callum asked as Drake a fraternity brother barely older than Callum himself was yanking down Callum’s pants.

Jeremiah smirked, “How do you think I earned the nickname boy scout? I am always prepared.” Jeremiah laughed as he yanked a cloth measuring tape from his back pocket.

“That’s why they call you Boy Scout? I figured it was cause you look like your barely old enough to drive a car.” Callum quipped at the 19 year-old college sophomore who was notoriously sensitive to looking far younger than what he actually was.

Jeremiah had a short joke locked and loaded, but he was stopped in his track. “Holy mother fucking massive piece of meat,” Jeremiah announced with a reverence reserved for anyone who had seen Callum’s schlong up close and personal. “I can track your pulse just looking at that colossal vein.” A dickmatized Jeremiah said in awe. When Callum pushed Jeremiah’s head towards his cock, Jeremiah had zero resistance. If Callum hadn’t laughing shoved him aside he would have definitely tried to swallow Callum’s staff regardless of the crowd of onlookers.

“Move over you greedy slut!” Drake said as he elbowed Jeremiah out of his way. The two guys jockeyed for a spot between Callum’s short legs but enormous cock. Ever so slyly the two cock zombies began rubbing Callum’s inner thigh and caressed his citrus sized balls. The two sophomores barely touched the shaft and Callum was rock-hard boned in 8 seconds flat, fitting for the mechanical bull he was sitting on.

“Holy mother fucker it’s so fucking big!” Drake shouted out to the crowd. He and Jeremiah positioned themselves so that the crowd could see Callum’s massive cock with the measuring tape showing 10.5. and its like 6 or 7 around. The brothers that could talk started chanting, “Cock King, Cock King” As they bowed down to the once terribly shy and bullied guy.

“Alright! Let’s go before they have us arrested for indecent exposure” shouted Nolan as he told the brothers to pack it up for a final crawl to the Professor’s Pint.

“Whose cock are you calling indecent?” quipped Callum.

Nolan laughed, “Oh we can all see it is far better than decent, but if you don’t pack it into that strained underwear then you are going to find out how the inmates at the county jail like your massive meat.

Callum chuckled as he pulled his underwear up from around his ankles and set out on the task of stuffing his anaconda back into its shell.

As the group gathered their things, Troy turned to Ross and whispered, “How are you not? You know? How are you not raging jealous you don’t have that cock.”? I mean, I realize it makes him a freak, but don’t you wish yours was that big?

Ross’s was breathing heavy much like an actual bull in a ring, Ross was so mad he was seeing red.

“God you are hot, when you are mad.” With that Troy reached over and tried to kiss Troy. Troy realized too late that he had miss read Ross’s mood. Ross mere millimeters from Troy’s face, reached down and twisted. Suddenly Troy found that his back was to Ross stomach and they were not facing any more. Troy’s arm was painfully pinned behind his back.

“Uncle, uncle cried Troy trying to be let out of the hold.

Spun around again throwing Troy against the bar. Ross then threw his 19-inch arm in Troy’s face.

I am not jealous because I have these! You know the part of my body you’ve been drooling over for the last two weeks.” Ross grabbed Troy’s hand and forced him to try and squeeze his bicep peak. “Trust me, I got what I wanted. I got a body that causes muscle boy wanna-be’s like you to drop to your knees and pray you will ever have the muscle mass I have. You muscle sluts are all the same, straight, gay, or bi, everyone of you are constantly trying to rub your pathetic hands across my steel hard body. Everyone of you miss judge me, you see my brother and I and you think it must suck to be that short, yet when I’m done with your ass you will be wishing you were half the man, I am.

Winning the Himbo lottery helped me get my shit together. Now I have a relationship with my brother. If that means my brother gets to have a legendary fucking cock then I couldn’t be happier. His cock makes him a god, it does not now nor will it ever again make him feel like a fucking freak. If anything it makes bitches like you who are sticking cucumbers and dildos up your ass trying to loosen up the freaks. You don’t think I know about the bet that this fraternity has going on? I know about yalls pathetic attempt to befriend us and then video the two of us having a three way. Honestly, yall aren’t bad guys but trust me when I tell you that no baby dick tiny muscle slut is ever going to make my brother feel bullied or taken advantage of again.

And on the tiniest of chances my brother would even consider putting his divine weapon up one of your asses, I promise you that guy will be his forever, that guy will turn on the rest of you like a rapid dog before he would send out a video and embarrass my brother. Am I jealous? Fuck NO! I couldn’t be happier for him. Besides, we were both plenty hung before he drank the Big Dick Elixir so I don’t have anything to be sad about when I got hungry sluts like you desperate to swallow my dick.

Ross grabbed Troy’s wrist in a death grip that caused Troy to whimper. Ross having complete control over Troy’s hand guided it over his bicep, across his cobble stone abs, and down into his pants leaving Troy’s hand shanking and yet gasping Ross’s power root. Troy couldn’t believe how wide Ross’s cock was.

It was at that exact moment that Troy realized that despite Ross being nearly a foot shorter than him, Ross was in fact the bigger man in every measurement that counted. At 6’1, Troy had never felt so short. From that moment forward, Troy realized that Ross towered over him and without ever having to be told; he knew his place was on his knees whenever the two of them were together. He didn’t quite understand what he said or did, he meant freak as a complement, but from that very second on, he knew Ross was now in charge in their relationship and that was just how it would be going forward.

“You can let go now, bitch!” Ross’s mood hadn’t improved he was just as stern as he stared Troy down.

“Damn sorry,” Troy said realizing he was still man handling his fraternity little bro’s cock.

As Troy yanked his hand from Ross’s pants, Ross looked Troy dead in the eyes. “Do you have anything to say for yourself.”

Troy barely able to look at his superior in the eyes. Staring at the ground, he mumbled, I am sorry, it won’t happen again.”

You bet your ass it won’t” responded Ross, “Is that all you want to say?”

“No,” a quiet and meek voice came from the guy that just minutes ago considered himself better than any chapter.

“Spit out” Ross demanded.

“I need you!” Troy confessed

“You need me how?” Ross asked.

“I need you to treat me like that all the time. I need you to punish me, I need you to throw those muscles in my face, I need you to slam me against the wall, I need to worship you, beg you, I need you to own my ass.”

Ross sighed and let the anger go. As he did he leaned over and whispered, into Troy’s ear, “If you behave yourself and promise never to call my brother a freak again, I will let you fuck yourself with my cock. Be a good boy and it will split your ass tonight in front of your three favorite brothers. Shit, I am feeling good, I will even let there assess join in.

Ross began to walk away and when he turned back he noticed that Troy had shot a giant load in his shorts, the cum stain was undeniable.

“Come on let’s go.” Ross’s stern command got the Fraternity President moving cum stain and all.

The Third Bar: The Professor's Pint

The final bar was dimly lit and intimate, with a more relaxed vibe. The group settled in and each took their final shot of the night. At this point every one was too drunk or horny to keep going. Realizing that the group was at their limit. Nolan turned to the group. “One final group dare, everyone, strip down to your boxers we are going to streak back to the fraternity house.

The group ran naked into the front yard of the fraternity house, buzzing with excitement and camaraderie from the night's adventures. As they settled in, Troy and Ross noticed a dare that hadn’t been crossed off of Ross's shirt. "Kiss fraternity big brother."

Troy laughed and went to kiss Ross, hoping the second time would be the charm, but he got a massive hand to the chest. Decide your favorite three and I will meet you upstairs.

 

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Ever since Tim and Callum had hooked up, Tim had been keeping a low profile. He had always secretly wanted to join the fraternity with them, but Ross gave him the feeling that the brothers wanted some time to do their own thing. So, he played it cool and stayed out of their way. But as days went by, Tim became increasingly lonely, bored, and sexually frustrated. Mix in some alcohol to get himself buzzed, and it wasn't long before he found himself cruising the bathroom for some action. It was something he hated to admit, but once again, his desire took over and he was now determined to find a guy who could satisfy his need for a big cock, one big enough to get that heart-pumping, or did he want to find himself a hulky muscle jock. He was so confused. Since Tim had come out on national radio, he had come around to admitting that he was desperate for the adrenaline rush that comes when seeing a gigantic cock, but if he looked deeper even deeper that a mammoth dick and Tim couldn’t help but think about how much he cared for his best friend.

Dear God, why did you have to make me like dudes, even worse, why did you have to give me the hots for twins?

Speaking of the twins, as soon as Ross and Callum returned home after the Milk the Pig event, Ross could sense that something was off with his brother. Callum appeared nervous and agitated, which immediately caused Ross to worry that the confidence and swagger of Big Dick Energy had started to fade, or that Troy calling Callum a freak had burrowed into Callum’s subconscious and reawakened the painful memories that Tim and Ross had caused over the years. Determined to find out what was bothering Callum, Ross pressed him to spill the beans.

As the two began to strip out of their stained clothes from the Milk the Pig event, Ross was counting up the ways that he could compliment his brother, build him up from what must be years of harmful psychological bullying seeping back in to his brain. Since finding the second golden-labeled bottle of Himbo Elixir, Callum now had increased alertness, laser focused attention, and boundless energy. Until this moment he had never seemed happier. Plus being a Himbo product labeled Big Dick Energy Drink, now his cock had become nearly the longest leg of his three. He needed his brother to feel good about himself, because he felt so guilty about fucking up his twin brother at such a young age.

“Look, I fucking threatened Troy within an inch of his life for saying you have a freak dick.” Ross shared in hopes it would bring his brother out of his funk.

“You threatened your boy Troy, why?” Callum asked humored but confused.

“First your my boy, Troy is my bitch, and I did it cause he called your dick freakish.” Ross said making himself angry at Troy again.

Callum bust out laughing. “You think that would bother me? Honestly he has called your muscles, freakish, sick, even monstrous right? Does that bother you? No, it is flattering, So why would I mind being reminded how fucking massive my cock is?”

“I just got worried that someone calling you a freak would make you remember shitty times” Ross explained as he began to realize he had over reacted.

Callum, smiled and was secretly thrilled that he had a relationship with his brother, where he was willing to defend him at all cost. “Aww bro, that was sweet of you to defend me, but I was never as broken as you must think I was. Sure you worked hard to make sure I hated you and there were times that I hated myself, but you’ve changed and someone from space can see that I have changed.” He said as he grabbed his giant appendage in his boxers.

Ross felt horrible hearing that he had made his brother hate himself, and he started to go into another round of deep apologies.

“Lord Ross, I have told you thousand times and now one thousand and one that I forgive you. We honestly need to call up Himbo and see if they have anything that would help you forgive yourself.” Callum shared looking his twin in the eyes.

Ross got a little teary eyed.

“Is my macho muscle beast brother about to cry?” Callum teased.

“Fuck You” Ross shot back.

Callum came across the room and gave Ross a hug, a real one that said we are good.

“So let Troy off the hook he can be your boy again.” Callum shared.

“Umm yeah, I don’t think I can put that genie back in the bottle. I am pretty sure I may have fucking broken his mind and spirit. I know I destroyed his and oh I don’t know at least three or four others asses last night.” Ross remembered.

“Let’s just say I think he is mine now just not my buddy, more like my accidental bitch.” Ross said with the same look when some looks guilty of taking the last cookie without realizing it. “I am just saying, the things he admitted and the demeaning shit he begged me to do to him, yeah that is a no take back situation.”

“Damn well you have fun with that. I realize you no longer really have it in you to be sadistic to me, but sounds like if it is in that brain somewhere.”

“Oh its in me, I let it fly last night while you were getting measured on the mechanical bull.” Ross admitted.

“Fuck that was fun times. They kept going too. I went up to Jeremiah and Drake’s room last night and let’s just say I earned a few Boy Scout badges.”

Ross laughed but was confused. “So you face fucked a cowboy in the bathroom, I know cause that picture has been texted to every brother.”

“Their all jacking off to my huge cock, that hilarious” Callum laughed.

“Well thanks, now I have that image in my head. So anyway, you had the cowboy in the bathroom and you fucked those two sophomores that measured your cock.”

“Honestly, they could barely take half my cock, but they sure did cum trying. I mean I was today years old when I realized a guy can have multiple orgasms.” Callum mused.

“So you had a three way and you got bathroom head, and you are proud to be called a freak of nature. What am I missing, why were you bummed earlier?” Ross wondered.

“Ah yeah that.” Callum sighed.

“Okay, it’s not those guys that I slept with but it is someone I slept with.” Callum blabbered on.

“My god bro just spit it out. Who did you sleep with.” Ross asked.

“I think I just wanted to him to finally see me as his equal or maybe even as his superior. I wanted to get into his head and fuck with him a bit.” Callum explained. “But see, I know I shouldn't have slept with him because, I know you secretly have feelings for him.”

“Wait stop. If this is your awkward ass way of telling me you slept with Tim, my god don’t make such a big deal about it, I already know.”

“What, how, did Tim tell you?” Callum worried.

“Honestly bro, Tim lives on the other side of your wall and you have a 10.5 Frankenstein Monster, made in a lab massive cock. What I am surprised about is that you actually thought I couldn't hear you destroying his ass?”

“Wow, you knew, and you're not mad?” Callum held his breath.

Ross was amused at the question. “No, I am not mad, first of all for all the shit he has given you in your life that bitch owes you. But more importantly “Thank fucking god you final gave it to him, because if I have to get one more text from him whining about how bad he wants your massive cock, I may very well fucking kill him.”

Callum looked at his brother suspiciously. “I don’t know you two seem good together. You guys were such great friends The last thing I want is Tim to come between us.”

Callum tried to read his brother. “Your poker face is too good, I don’t know what your thinking.”

Ross interrupted “That’s cause I don’t know what I am thinking. I have no idea if we can actually even be friends again. He only seems to think of himself, he is super confused on what he is feeling and no offense but when he finally comes to complete terms with his sexuality he is. going to be a you level slut.

“Wow first you say I have a Frankenstein cock and now what does a “me level slut”, mean?

Bro, and I say this with all of our renewed love and respect for each other, but who haven’t you fucked?

“Actually would now be a good time for a confession?” Callum asked.

“What, you going to tell me you fucked Troy too?” Ross said jokingly until he realized it wasn't a joke.

“Okay, Damn I am a slut.” Callum laughed sadly because he had no choice but to agree that he had been in a slut phase as of late.

Ross argued, “Its not that I don’t care about Tim, it’s that I don’t think Tim cares about Tim. You said he and I were good together? Good at what? Hurting people? Feeling superior to others? Forcing guys to hide in the closet?

I mean we were so good at forcing people to hide who they were that we forced ourselves to be closeted. We were such bad influences on each other that we kept even ourselves from being happy. I practically had to have a Himbo Elixir lobotomy in order to get my life right. I am worried that if he and I are even to become friends again, we are just going to be toxic.

Callum was conflicted, “maybe we should help him find himself. We both know that he has the hots for both of us maybe we can use that to our advantage.”

“Let me think this through? He is definitely more into me than you so I need to think about how I can get him to come to terms” Ross considered.

“He may have been in love with you last week but that was before he got ahold of my Frankenstein dick.” Callum joked until he realized that, maybe Ross was putting up a front.

“Actually, I have an even better idea.” Ross laughed maniacally.

“Oh jeez, you aren’t going to give him an actual lobotomy are you?” Callum wondered out loud.

Over the rest of the night and on into the next day the twins plotted a way that would allow them to both help Tim find himself, figure out who he really is and maybe, just maybe help him return to their good graces.

As their plan came together the twins reached out to Oliver at Himbo labs and explained what they needed in order to meet their goal.

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Tim sat back, chest heaving as he caught his breath his jaw sore from the massive meat that had pried it open for the last 20 minutes. Elliot, a mousey freshman who seemed at first glance to have nothing going for him, zipped up his pants and smirked at Tim's cum covered face and stained shirt. Give me your shirt I want it for my collection, Elliot demanded as he walked out of their shared stall.

Elliot looked like your stereotypical Hollywood nerd, he had a slight frame, with thin, wiry limbs and glasses perched on his nose. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were wrinkled. Elliot didn’t look like he had any business being in the athletic dorms. He definitely stood out among the athletes, with his small frame and messy appearance in contrast to their larger, more muscular bodies. Elliot had always been an outcast among the jocks at school, never fitting in because of his brains and nerdy appearance.

The one thing Elliot had going for him, was an impressive bulge in his jeans. Thanks to his massive protuberance, Elliot's crotch was impossible to miss, stretching the fabric to its limits and drawing attention from his otherwise unremarkable appearance. Elliot had at one time thought nothing of his giant cock, but over the last year, he learned first hand there were far more guys intersted in pawning his mound the one might think, and the athletics dorm seemed to be the most pro-cruising place on campus. This day, his denim strained against the outline of his impressive package, leaving little to the imagination.

As Elliot walked into the bathroom connected to the study hall, he caught a glimpse of one of the most stunning men he had ever seen. The stud with his dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, could have easily been cast as the timeless vampire in any movie. His perfectly sculpted body radiated strength and muscle from head to toe, leaving Elliot in awe. As he passed by this beautiful Norwegian man, Elliot couldn't help but feel aroused, causing his already impressive semi to grow even more. But Elliot was not the only one who noticed this attractive man from the gymnastics team.

Tim, also took notice of him as soon as he entered the bathroom. And it wasn't just Tim who caught sight of Anders - Anders himself had noticed Tim's presence as well. For Andres, it was nothing unusual to see men cruising for sexual encounters in public bathrooms. With a body like his, he had them approach all of the time. He stopped counting the numbers of times he had been propositioned in the showers. It was very common for it to happen, far less common for Anders to agree and participate. He did however, often entertained himself by putting on a little show for them. Tim initially showed interest in Andres, but as soon as Andres revealed his average-sized penis, Tim lost all desire for him. It didn't matter how attractive or seductive Andres appeared; he simply did not possess the large member that Tim craved. Despite Andres' willingness to pursue further advances, Tim immediately rejected him and moved on in search of someone who could satisfy his new craving for a hung partner.

It was only after Tim rebuffed Andres that Elliot bumble around the corner, finding Tim quietly waiting by the sink. Elliot was surprised that someone as adorable as Tim was having to cruise tea rooms to get some dick, but he was certainly happy to oblige.

When Tim saw Elliot walk in he was initially skeptical judging Elliot by his disheveled appearance. Tim went to make his escape. All he had to do was flush the toilet, however out of the corner of his eye, he saw the jean covered mound, so obvious on such a skinny, short, and unassuming guy. Tim’s heart began to pound and he could hear his pulse in his ears. He had been burnt by stuffed bulges before, and he was worried that this was another false alarm, until Elliot stepped up to the urinal and unzipped his pants. As he fished out enough meat to feed an army, Tim's tongue feel out of his mouth. Had Tim not already been connected to two of the most well known Himbo enhanced guys he would have guessed for sure that Elliot had gotten into the Himbo stash.

Tim couldn't shake the thought that Elliot, with his lanky frame and geeky appearance, was simply a replacement for Callum. Ever since their last encounter, Tim, who had dreams of becoming a star in rowing, maybe even olympics, couldn't stop thinking about Callum and Ross. His weight lifting was off, his rowing was getting in the way of his pinning for the two boys who seemed to have disappeared from his life over the last couple of days. Now, unconsciously, Tim found himself searching for someone to fill the void left by the twins absence. For 20 minuets Elliot filled that void. When Elliot shot all over Tim's face and shirt, he started to pack up and leave. Tim in a desperate move to no longer be lonely asked for Elliot's number. Elliot smirked, declined to give him his number or his last name. Instead saying, this was a one time thing, and demanding Tim's shirt as a keepsake.

Tim was shocked that he was being treated like a used piece of Kleenex. As Elliot left with his one of his favorite blue t-shirts, Tim felt used and alone. As he realized that he was in a cold bathroom having anonymous sex he was torn. He found it hot and sexy, but he also felt dirty and alone based on Elliot's treatment. Tim found himself not just tearing up but actually crying out-loud in the bathroom. As he struggled to catch his breath and clear wipe his tears, he was surprised to receive a text from an unknown number.

Text: “Tim this is Oliver from Himbo labs, A package is being sent to you tomorrow at noon on the dot. Once you have the package meet at Russ and Callum’s dorm. When you arrive, hand the package to Callum and he and Russ will explain what will happen next.

That Saturday at noon, Tim heard a loud rap on his dorm room door. With a yank and a jolt, he swung it open, only to be met with a sexy sight. Standing in front of him was a man who looked like he could bench press a car. It was obvious that he was one of the special delivery men from Oliver's new company, "2 Himbos and a Van." The courier was more than just muscular - he was a strikingly handsome man. His shorts were so tight, it seemed as though they had been painted onto his bulging Himbo Juice-enhanced junk and sculpted ass.

As he was instructed to do, Tim hurried next door with package in hand.

He handed the package to Callum and Ross. Callum pulled out what looked like a beer flight but the bright colors and the Himbo lab logo on the box made it clear he was facing four Himbo Lab elixirs.

To be continued.

 

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Ross and Callum took turns explaining what each of the four formulas were and that he had a choice of what he could take. When Tim nervously asked if he really needed to take one, he was told that in order to heal the rift between his former best friend and too clear the air with Callum he had to make a choice.

Tim sat staring at the Elixir flight.

“All right one more time, there are four bottles of Himbo Elixir, in one is a Mind Eraser – which is what it sounds like?’

“Correct, it will erase any memory of the three of us, you will remember that we went to school together but that none of us really had much to do with each other, it is clean break.”clarified the twins.

“The second one is a Size Queen Sangria?” Tim questioned, and the twins answered that it would make the consumer a size queen and all the things that come with that personality.

Ross mentioned that the pistachio looking one was a power bottom pudding shot and that the consumer would be the bossiest bottom with the power to back up his demands.

Finally the fourth was a drink called a Detox Daiquiri. It would clear up the their trauma and allow them to remember their history the way that they wished it was the first time. That what ever fake memories they implant will detoxify them from the trauma they have faced for years.

Tim quietly stared at the elixir’s as if he was hoping they would speak to him and tell him the correct decisions. What was nice was that Tim was taking the choices deadly seriously and with the reverence that they deserved.

Tim eventually began to speak.

“Okay so it is my decision and you all won’t try and stop me once I have made my choices for the Elixir’s right?” I am assuming that this is a test, and that there is a correct one that I can take if I want to be with one or both of you?

“Correct again,” acknowledged the brothers “I am fairly impressed at your deduction skills” acknowledged Ross.

“Okay, I have a confession, I actually knew that these bottles were coming.” Tim said quietly.

“What?” Ross asked, “Not possible” Callum thought out loud.

“Look don’t blame, Oliver he is far too high up over at Himbo Labs to know the inner workings of the Lab’s delivery service. However, it seems that the delivery service won’t drop off at your house if you don’t acknowledge you’ll be home, and the pre-recoding voice shared the title and purpose of each delivery so it gave me hours to think this challenge through.

“So here is the thing, I have a fifth bottle that you two didn’t order, because I guess when you look this worn down and sad even Oliver will take pity on you.”

Tim, what is in the fifth bottle? Ross demanded.

In due time, Tim stated.

Let's face it, the best thing for me to do would be to drink the Mind Eraser and let you both move on. But I just can't bring myself to do it. My life wouldn't be complete without you guys in it. Callum, I want to choose you. You have endured so much shit and come out happier, stronger, and more resilient. You would be the perfect guide and mentor to me as it seems I have a pretty bumpy road ahead. I have a lot to learn. Plus I feel like we have come a long way since the days when I was hiding my sexuality by making fun of yours.

All that is to say, that I would love to be with you….

But I've always had feelings for Ross, ever since we first met. Maybe it was a crush at first, but now I realize it's more than that. I'm attracted to him because of his strong character and ability to take care of himself and others. From the moment he put me in my place on our first day together, I knew there was something special about him. And seeing how he's been a supportive brother since returning from the Himbo labs only solidifies my decision not to erase my memories of him.

Okay, “Okay so it is my decision and you all won’t try and stop me once I have made my choices for the Elixir’s right?”

The two brothers nod their heads.

Okay before I share my choices, I also have invited over someone else. I don’t know if you realize it or not, but there are facebook, instagram, and chat rooms all dedicated to the muscle master and his brother the devilishly large dick.

After discovering our surprise guest on the Facebook group and sensing his infatuation with Callum, I invited him to join us in our healing process. Tim promptly opened the bathroom passageway connecting the brothers' dorm and his own.

"Wait, Jackson?" Callum's confusion was evident in his tone. "How did he convince you to do this? Are you okay?"

"Do you really see me as such a terrible person, Callum? I know I've done some things to earn that reputation, but I wish I could change your perception of me. And let's be real, Jackson is incredibly strong - he could easily take me down if he wanted to. If Ross was able to knock out my tooth, Jackson could probably knock me unconscious. He's twice my size and why would I ever want to harm someone I don't even know.

“I am sorry, Tim, I don’t mean to distrust you, but you have to admit that you and I have a long past, and I guess a long road for healing.” Callum admitted. “I just don’t. want our baggage to negatively affect Jackson, we can just let him go, he doesn’t have to be drug into this.

Jackson smiled, “Aww you are so sweet to worry about me, but truth be told it is me that you all should be concerned about, I am the master mind if you will. I am not in any distress and I am certainly not his captive.”

Jackson is my partner in crime. He already knows all my choices of how I am going to use the Elixirs and he helped me call and convince Oliver to change the formulas, and add a fifth elixir, that I am calling Size Stealing Slurpy.

Don’t anyone panic hear me and Jackson out before you refuse to take your elixir. It is totally up to you. If you don’t want to take the elixir after we explain our plan, you guys don't have to. I promise even if you don't agree to take yours, Jackson and I will still take ours.

“Wait, Jackson, are you sure about this?” Callum worried. I know we didn't work out, but it isn’t because I don’t have feelings for you. I just don’t want you to do anything because you think you…” Callum didn’t get the last of his ramblings out before Jackson shut him up and calmed him down with a deep passionate kiss.

“Trust us, please” Jackson pled.

Tim began to hand out everyone’s elixir from the tray.

“Ross you get the first one,

Callum one for you

Jackson you get this one

and I get both this one and this one

Jackson, you ready?”

“Absolutely!” announced Jackson as he slipped of his shirt not exactly certain what would happen once he had consumed his elixir.

At that Jackson shot his elixir back while Tim slammed both of his Elixirs.

Callum, your size is what came between you and Jackson. It is clear from his stories if size wasn’t such a problem that the two of you could potentially be together.

“Ah,I see the size stealing slurpee. So if I drink this formula it will what steal some of my size. Once I drink this will my dick shrink all the way back to where it was pre-Big Dick Energy Drink or will It just get small enough for Jackson to be able to handle it?” Callum asked to Tim.

“Oh fuck, no, you're not gettin the Size stealing slurpee!” Jackson groveled as it started to become obvious from his bulging eyes that his elixir was taking affect.

"Jackson, bae, are you okay?" Callum was quite concerned. "You look like you are on fire, from all that sweat." Callum said as he tried to fan his once love interest.

" I am so fucking hot, every cell in my body, every fiber in every muscle, I can feel it. Its a craving like I am so thirsty." Jackson explained. It's like when I am playing baseball and I feel a deep craving to win, but this is a thousand times more intense."

"What do I need to take, which elixir will help me help him?" commanded Callum. "I need to do something to help him give me the size stealing shit, I will shrink it back to when I was five if that sacrifice will help. Fuck, get Oliver on the phone. I didn't realize until I saw him going through this pain how much I care for him."

Jackson's breathing started to return to normal and he reached over and pulled Callum into his lap to calm him down.

"No no one is going to mess with that fucking monster tool except me, from now on. No no you are going to take me to your room after this and you are going to lay all 10.5 inches of pipe up my waiting ass. Cause it seems to me that the size queen elixir I just slammed is working, because your trouser snake is looking like a fucking snack.

I was thiking we would talk about our getting back together, but we are going to have to talk after I ride your cock like a rodeo bull, and trust me neither of us is only lasting 8 seconds.” Jackson explained as his temperature and body began to regulate.

“Damn, fuck lets go then! Callum said with clear relief in his voice.”

“Not until you at least consider taking your elixir.” Jackson said.”

“If you guys aren’t going to steal my size what is in it?” Calum wondered.

“It is the Detox Daquari and it is special formulated for you to be able to clear your mind of all the shitty things I ever did. Not because I deserve forgiveness but because you deserve clarity and freedom from my abuse. Oliver says you will still remember the events but that you will be cleansed of the hurt and pain.” a teary eyed Tim shared.

Callum stuttered. “I don’t know, if I want to take it, will I still be me, has this trauma helped me to stay humble?”

Let’s figure it out together. Tim suggested. Jackson? Yep together. Ross? “I will always have your back even if it turns you into a twat.”

“Oliver mixed it for me?”

“Yes it is for your memories that your brother and I caused.” Tim admitted.

“Okay, but if I become a raving dick, because of my giant dick and lack of humility memories, I hope to god you can get an Ego fix Electric Lemonade.” Callum joked.

“If that was a thing, Tim and I would have forced each other to take it take it already. If that was real and our ego's were in check maybe we would have been together by now.” Ross said in a sad but joking way.

The four men stood around the tiny table in the dorm waiting for Callum to make a decision. The tension in the room was thick as they all held their breath, wondering what would happen when Callum drank the elixir. After a moment of silence, Callum uncapped the bottle and took a deep swig, gulping down the liquid. It tasted sweet and tangy, with a hint of tropical fruits. He could feel it coursing through his body immediately, numbing any pain or hurt he felt from Jackson's actions.

“Oh shit it hurts” Callum let out a dull cry

“What, no Oliver assured us it wouldn’t.” a very worried Jackson insisted.

“Its not the formula. It’s a frozen daquari, I gave myself brain freeze.” Callum said as he tried to massage his forehead to unfreeze his mind. Wait, I think that is the point. It is freezing and destroying emotions but not the memories.

As he finished drinking, he handed the empty bottle back to Tim with a small smile on his face. "I can feel it working," he said.

"Good," Jackson said, stepping closer to him. "Because I really want to talk about our relationship."

Callum's heart skipped a beat at those words. He had been devastated when Jackson walked out of their relationship.

"I'm sorry for everything I put you through," Tim shared, "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, and your brother too."

Callum looked into Tim's eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and regret. He could also see that Jackson and Ross were genuinely happy for them both.

"I forgive you," Callum said softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You know what you look really hot all of the sudden." Tim said to Callum. "The lack of stress really suites you."

"How about you back off my man. I found him hot before you detoxed his brain." Jackson said play fighting with Tim.

Ross your turn. Tim explained as he turned to his former best friend.

“Its empty,” stated a confused Ross.

“It is, how did that happen?” Tim joked. “Jackson, where did we put the mind eraser, I can’t remember.”

“You erased someone’s memories? who and what memories?” Ross questioned.

“Well for my plan to work, I had to erase your boy toy Troy’s memories of you two. He really wasn’t all that hard to convince. Jackson, just had to promise that he and Callum would fuck him.

Ross wow, so no fighting for me? He just took the mind eraser and called it quits?

"Nope, he saw Jackson’s abs and thought about sleeping with Callum again and he folded like a shitty poker hand." Tim explained gleefully. "He practically grabbed the elixir out of my hand."

“But if you are looking for someone who will fight for you consider the fact that I just drank two elixers for you. I have just changed my entire life on the hope that you would love me back, or at least give me the chance.” Tim offered.

“I don’t know, you and I are both tops and we both have ego issues, and you've got that whole looking for a bigger dick thing. You and I are too similar and for that matter our dicks are nearly identical except of course mine is fatter." Ross had to get that one last thicker cock dig in as he was trying to figure out what he was going to do about a guy who he deeply cared about but found incompatible.

"Oh just wait, not one of your concerns is going to be a problem here in a minute, I realized years ago, but was reminded sitting alone crying over you in the bathroom yesterday that I needed a drastic change in my life." Tim promised.

"A change in your life, what elixir did you...oh ohhhhh you just changed your life by becoming a bottom.” Ross said coming to a realization.

Not only that, but I also took the size stealing slurpee.

You did Ross asked confused?

Well I think we all knew I didn’t need the size queen elixir, that would have been waisted on me. I have been a size queen since puberty. So, it seems that, it really doesn’t matter what size I am as long as I have a guy like you in my life.” Tim shared with Ross.

“Someone you love" Callum asked Tim?

“Uh sure, but actually I meant someone like Ross’s fat cock.” Laughed Tim.

“I have decided to reduce my own dick size and any second the power bottom pudding shot will be kicking in.”

As if he willed its to start, Tim could feel the pudding coursing through his veins. Tim's body began to visibly change, his once lean frame expanding as muscles rippled beneath his skin. His abs became more defined, each individual muscle standing out like a chiseled sculpture. His arms swelled with new muscle, stretching his skin to accommodate the softball size muscles in each arm. But it was clear that the most significant change was happening below Tim’s waistline. His ass became impressively sculpted and powerful, he now had the glutes of a top weightlifter; When he turned to the side, Ross could see how much his bubble butt had grown.

But what surprised Ross the most was when he saw Tim’s cock. It was shrinking slowly sliming and growing shorter as if it were made of melting ice. As it shrunk to its new length, it began to diminish until it was about half the size of Ross’s thick member. Leaving Tim with about four inches.

“Wait, is giving up your cock size a way to get rid of ego? We could of gotten passed that. I just don’t understand why you had to give up your dick size?” Ross questioned. “Isn’t it enough for you to be both a massively muscular power bottom and a natural size queen? Why did you have to give up like three inches of your dick?”

“For one. thing it was closer to five inches, and for another thing, it’s because Oliver said it would be the only way I could do this.”

Tim grabbed the back of Ross’s head and began to kiss him. The moment their saliva mixed, Tim could feel the transformation beginning. It started as a warmth in his mouth and quickly spread throughout his body. He kissed Ross deeper and the warmth spread from Tim to Ross. As they kissed deeply and passionately, Tim began to grow taller. The five inches that Tim had sacrificed was being transferred too Ross. Not to his dick, but his height.

As they continued to kiss, Ross’s body began to stretch and grow taller. He could feel his bones lengthening, his muscles expanding to accommodate his new height. He could hear and feel the mucles stretching and the could hear the cracking and regaling of the bones. It was terribly painful but if Tim could sacrafice for him, he wouldn't say a word about pain. Ross had always been self-conscious about being only 5’2, but now he could feel himself getting taller and it felt amazing.

As the transformation came to an end, Ross stood at 5’8”, towering over his former 5’2.

“You’re huge!” Tim said with a grin, looking at Ross in awe.

“I know,” Ross chuckled. “I’ve never felt so massive and manly .”

They both took a moment to take in the changes that had just occurred.

Without hesitation, Ross picked up Tim and carried him over to the nearby bed where they both collapsed onto it in a fit of passion.

“That’s our cue to go to our own room.” Jackson said to Callum who had just realized he had a bit of a voyeur streak. This is my room. No my room, next door. Tim and I put in for a roommate transfer. I moved in with him this morning." Jackson explained as he picked up Callum over his shoulder and the two went to try out the result of Jackson's new elixir.

Ross and Tim kissed deeply again as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every newly formed muscle and curve.

In no time at all, they were fully naked with Tim on top of Ross, riding him like a champ – showing him his new "power bottom" moves?

"Damn, that was some powerful pudding." Ross said between winded breath.

The two began round two, which caused them to miss a call from Troy.

"Hey Ross, damn do you even listen to the messaes on your iPhone? Shit hopefully you get this, I am hoping you might want to come over and have a repeat of last night? I know of a couple of different guys who would be down. One is this transfer frat bro new to the gymnastics team. The body on him! Plus I need to talk to you about your ex, he was here with one of the guys from the baseball team. They thought I was crazy enough to take a laced drink from a stranger you never know what date rape drug someone is trying to pass you. Hopefully he doesn't try to fuck with you. I think he is obsessed with you. Anyway, hope you get this. If not I will try you again tonight or tomorrow."

To be continued.

 

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Chapter 6: The Himbo Injectable in the Stone, (MM, mind control, cock compare, muscle growth, illustrated)

All Characters are over 18 and imaginary

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

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Callum and his boyfriend Jackson

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Callum's Twin Brother Ross and his best friend turned boyfriend Tim


For the past week, Tim had been teasing Jackson about his infatuation with his boyfriend Callum. "I remember his dick being good, but not that good."

"It's damn good and you know it." Jackson retorted playfully.

"Well, I guess it must be if he has you whipped enough to go to the Georgia Renaissance fair!"

“What? He didn’t bribe me to go to the renaissance fair; I convinced him.” Jackson stated with a straight face.

“Wow, I always forget how much of a dork you are underneath that cute exterior and impressive physique.” Tim teased as he trailed his hands up and down Jackson’s compression shirt, admiring his defined abs.

“Excuse me you Himbo bottom bitch. I am an amazingly fun time. Callum did choose me after all.” Slammed Jackson.

“Keep it up and we are going to make you two date each other.” Ross called out from the bathroom.

“Maybe before he gave up five inches, shrimp.” Jackson joked knowing that bringing up Ross’s height would win the day.

“All of you stop or I am going to choke all of you on my cock.” Callum called out from behind his computer. Jackson was beaming when he heard his boyfriend joining in on the burns. At first Callum's brother Ross had forbid anyone from joking with Calllum for fear that Callum couldn't take it, but Callum had burned Ross so many times in the last month that the kids gloves were off.

To be honest, Jackson and Tim weren't really fighting. They may have exchanged some sassy remarks and funny jabs, but there was no serious issue between them. Surprisingly, for two former closeted athletes, they had the sassy snap your finger banter on lock down.

In reality, the two had become like brothers in the month since they moved in with each other and started dating the Barclay twins.

"Don't forget," Tim reminded Jackson and Callum, "we have plans next weekend, so no spontaneous trips to Tulsa for that Great Bake-off or whatever wild things you two party animals have planned." Jackson put on a show as he replied, "Are we going to miss the renowned Tulsa bake show?" “No babe he is fucking with us.” Callum said missing the sarcasm. Jackson was going to explain it to Callum but Callum started running his his hands through Jackson’s hair, causing Jackson to lose his train of thought.

“Tell me again why y’all aren’t going with us? Even Oliver is going to meet us there.” Jackson asked Tim.

“First of all, we're not lame like you two and secondly, we have our first race since Ross switched from being a coxswain to the middle crew. He's never been in this position before, so he's understandably nervous.” Tim confessed quietly, making sure Ross couldn't hear from the bathroom.

“Oh shit well we can cancel our trip the festival will be there next year.” Jackson decided so that he and Callum could be there to cheer Ross and Tim on.

“Actually I think it would make it worse.” Callum said.

Tim quietly admitted, "With my extra muscle weight and his new added height, we're just trying not to topple the skull over at this point."

“Honestly the room is smaller than a closet, I can hear everything you queens are saying.” Ross yelled from the bathroom.

“You and Tim would know closets,” Callum shouted back.

“Not funny little bro.” Ross laughed. “Besides some of the fraternity guys will be there to cheer us on. Go have fun deep throating turkey legs or juggling balls. “No! You can’t try to deep throat a turkey leg.” Callum joked with Jackson.

"Wow, Et tu Brute?" Jackson feigned offense. "Besides, some turkey leg is not a challenge. I could clean the meat off a turkey leg in one go. Thanks to that Size Queen Sangria" He said as he grabbed his boyfriend's impressively large bulge.

“Alright good luck on the race. Jackson and I are out of here before he gets me hard and we end up in bed again.” Callum said as he pushed Jackson out the dorm door while Jackson tried to paw Callum’s cock again.

“My god, go! We are going to do something outside in the sun. We’ve spent weeks in bed.” The two were play fighting as they were headed down the hall to the school’s parking garage.

When they got on the road, Jackson asked Callum to read the entry for the festival. The two were determined to pack as much into their weekend as possible.

According to the information provided, the festival is set in the 16th century during King Henry VIII's reign and is located near Fairburn, Georgia. It has been running since before we were born back in 1986. The festival takes place within a 32-acre plot of land and is open for eight weekends during late spring and early summer, as well as Memorial Day. It says here that the event offers a variety of entertainment on ten different stages, including juggling, music, comedic storytelling, and jousting.

t says that they are doing a special stage show that features the story of King Arthur. It looks like the Bloody Hand play from The Game of Thrones. Cast members act as the royal court, monks, knights, squares, and peasants. Looks like there is going to be a new show that goes on outside the King Arthur stage a Merlin and Madame Mim wizards duel. We are definitely seeing that” Jackson declared. “Of course we are” responded Callum as if there should be no doubt.

Attendees are encouraged to dress up in costume as well. Callum expressed his regret for not bringing costumes, to which Jackson feigned being hurt. "Do you think there is any world where I don't have an outfit for us in my trunk," Jackson asked.

“Damn I want to make out with you so hard” Callum laughed wishing he could kiss his boy.
“Only if you want us in a ditch” Jackson started to say.

“Hey hey watch where you are putting that hand,” Jackson warned as Callum teased Jackson’s thighs and balls through his gym shorts. “Oh my god you better not start anything you’re going to have to finish.” Warned a lusty sounding Jackson.

You just keep your eyes on the road. I will worry who finishes. Just remember you will owe me one on the way home. Jackson's eyes widen like saucers as Callum starts to unbuckle his pants, a mischievous grin on his face. The passing green trees and blue sky blur together as Jackson tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"Oh fuck, eyes on the road, eyes on the road" Jackson kept repeating his personal mantra, as Callum began to give some expert level road head.

Callum's head bobbed up and down on Jackson's lap, while Jackson's face became flushed with arousal, his eyes flickering back and forth between the road and Callum's skilled mouth.

Jackson's eyes wandered off the road as he looked at Callum, his cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation. Callum's hand reached below the blowjob to stroke Jackson's balls, causing him to grip the steering wheel tighter.

It took about four and a half hours for the guys to arrive at the Hilltop Airport. But their timing was perfect as they arrived just as the Himbo emblazed Diamond was taking to a stop at the station where they picked up Oliver. Since the Hilltop airport was a grass runway and no businesses the three guys popped the trunk of Jackson’s BMW and the three stripped down in front of each other, in order to change into their festival costumes.

“Damn, I would have begged me for Size Queen Sangria too” Oliver winked at Jackson.

“You both know, I am in love with his personality right.” Jackson swore.

“When did you nickname my dick, personality?” Callum made the second funny burn of the day.

“Everyone is a comedian” Jackson quipped.

As the guys got into the appropriate medieval attire they absolutely looked the part. Oliver felt that with the costume on he might be able to keep some kind of anonymity. As most people who had ever seen his public persona had only ever seen him in a lab coat and work clothes.

“God damn it is hot out here.” I am going to keep my shorts with me and buy a festival t-shirt when we get there.” Complained Oliver. “Chicago never gets this hot.”

Dressed and ready to go the three drove the 15 minutes from the airport to the Renaissance Fair Ground.

The three were like kids watching the bird show and trying to learn to juggle. As the late afternoon sun was overhead Oliver made good on changing into shorts and a festival-t-shirt, while also buying Callum and Jackson swords at the blacksmith. Callum and Jackson were good-natured when they realized Oliver’s clever joke. As Callum was handed the largest broadsword that the festival sold and Jackson was handed one that was a little less than straight and about half the size of Callum’s.

“I will have you know Oliver, when you compare these to our dicks, I am not that crooked.” Jackson insisted.

 

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That morning, Philip received a text informing him that he would be stepping in as Arthur Pendragon in the sword in the stone play at the festival. It was the opportunity he had been waiting for – his big break. A few years ago, Philip made the decision to forgo college and pursue acting full-time. He had always dreamed of performing on Broadway. His journey seemed to be progressing when he landed the role of the Phantom in an all-spoken version of Phantom of the Opera at a dinner theater in Hoboken, NJ.

Despite receiving mostly positive reviews from the Hoboken Gazette, he found it difficult to secure auditions and callbacks. He believed that his youthful appearance and blonde hair would help him land a role, but all the best roles for young actors were going to actual teenagers. At 22 years old, he may have looked youthful, but there was no shortage of actual teenage actors. He was rejected from plays like "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee," "Dear Evan Hansen and even "The Book of Mormon" because he appeared too obvious and clichéd.

Philip’s big break came in the revival of the Sound of Music where he was cast as German soldier number 3 in the choir. Sure he had no speaking parts but he was performing on Broadway. Unfortunately the New York papers were not nearly as kind as Hoboken. After the papers lambasted the production the musical closed after only a two week run.

Not being able to afford rent Philip turned to the trade papers and found an ad for festival work. It included eight weeks of pay, a hotel room, and multiple weekdays off. Philip couldn’t be choosey plus he figured there was always a chance of picking up work as a zombie or as a werewolf victim in one of the many Atlanta teen shows that were filmed in Atlanta.

He filmed himself delivering the lines and three weeks later he found himself being bused from New Jersey to Fairburn, Georgia.

That was three years ago. He started out as a monk in King Henry’s court and each summer he gained a new role. At this point he was approved for jester, Monk, Juggler, and new to this years festival he was approved as the third back up for the Squire version of King Arthur. Where the actors of his court are watching other actors put on the Sword and the Round scene from T. H. Whites Once and Future King. Though it felt a bit more like Disney’s version.

The problem with being in a festival acting troop when you desperately want to do nothing more than act is that you don’t always work with people who care about the craft of acting and that was absolutely true of Philip’s experience.

One would think that an actor even if it is in a role at a festival would be treated like a local celebrity or at the very least appreciated for their talent, but in the case of the renaissance fair’s acting troop they had the social intelligence of a middle school gym class. Those who were talented and beautiful or athletic were on the top of the social hierarchy, but people like Philip and several other actors in the troupe were treated like gum stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe. They were constantly subjected to bullying and ostracism.

Philip aka Arthur Pendragon aka The Wart

Philip, who portrayed Arthur or "The Wart", was often seen as an outsider among the other actors. He didn't conform to society's standards of what is considered "cool" or "masculine". With his short stature and quirky personality, he stood out in a group that valued traditional perceptions of manliness. His love for musical theater only added to his status as a target for mistreatment.

Maybe their treatment of Philip wouldn’t be quite as bad if the others showed him even a hint of kindness. Nobody was asking for them to become best buddies, but most of the other actors in the troupe couldn't even bring themselves to show basic human decency towards Philip. Instead, they relentlessly tried to embarrass and shame him for not fitting in and because he was perceived as effeminate or gay.

Maybe their treatment of Philip wouldn’t be quite as bad if the others showed him even a hint of kindness. Nobody was asking for them to become best buddies, but most of the other actors in the troupe couldn't even bring themselves to show basic human decency towards Philip. Instead, they relentlessly tried to embarrass and shame him for not fitting in and because he was perceived as effeminate or gay.

Two of the worst bullies were Larry and Randy, brothers who were hired to play Sir Kay and his father Sir Ector, not because of their acting skills but because their father’s tractor company was a major sponsor of the fair. So despite their complete inability to act, the two were still given plumb roles because their father’s donations would dry up if they were not treated like Hollywood stars.

Larry and Randy Pellington (aka Sir Kay and Sir Ector)

Larry and Randy took delight in embarrassing and bullying Philip at every opportunity, especially when they noticed that his character's name in the script was “The Wart”. This gave them ample ammunition to tease him and make fun of him.

Had Larry and Randy possessed any sense of irony or appreciation for literature, they would have recognized how The Wart's character foreshadowed his future as the powerful King Arthur of Great Britain. Instead, they belittled and mistreated him, just like Larry and Randy did with Philip.

Harvey (aka Merlin)

Meanwhile, Harvey the Festival’s actor playing Merlin had a story with many similarities to Philip. Growing up Harvey he had always been fascinated by magic, ventriloquism, and hypnosis. But these interests didn't win him any friends or popularity contests in Chicago where he grew up. Add his unusual hobbies to being tall and gangly and you have a recipe for being bullied.

While Philip tried to win over his bullies with kindness, Harvey took a different approach and became a recluse. Having only a few friends, mostly those in the labs he worked in. Having less than a handful of friends allowed Harvey to spend days-on-end practicing his close up magic and perfecting his hypnosis skills. Harvey worked his way through college in the university labs during the week and taking odd performance jobs such as birthday parties and bah mitzvahs on the weekends. When you work enough 10-15 year old’s birthday parties you start to see the cruelty that can be dished out by kids.

Vowing to not let the bullies win, Harvey doubled down on his hypnosis training. He got so good at hypnosis that if the situation warranted it, he could use it to get himself out of jam, or as Harvey would later decide to do, use it as a way to teach bullies and assholes a lesson.

In fact, on the very day that Callum, Jackson, and Oliver was at the Festival, Harvey and Philip both came across bullies.

Harvey and Lady Sequins the most famous drag queen in the heart of Georgia, not living in Atlanta heard the rumor that a Himbo executive was in the audience. When Oliver, Callum, and Jackson sat down in the Sword in the Stone stadium, Lady Sequins was beside herself with excitement. Harvey wasn't at all starstruck when he saw them. He actually seemed more annoyed than starstruck. Almost like it was a burden to see the Himbo executives and his companions. It was clear that both Harvey and Lady Sequins recognized Oliver, but Harvey seemed to also recognize Callum as well. While a great number of guys began to question and point trying to figure out if Oliver was the Oliver from Himbo labs, Harvey seemed unimpressed, unlike everyone else Harvey didn’t sit at home dreaming of finding a Himbo Elixir like nearly every other guy in America.

Lady Sequins couldn't contain her excitement when she saw Oliver, a guy she had been lusting over to anyone who would listen. As they got closer, Lady Sequins trembled with anticipation. Harvey, her partner in the Merlin and Madam Mim Magic Show, began to worry that she might have a breakdown before they even reached the stage. He knew he couldn't let his favorite drag queen lose control in front of an audience. Quickly, he made the decision to help her calm down before it was too late.

He snapped his fingers near Lady Sequin’s left ear to grab her attention. Speaking in a quiet, monotone voice, he began to address her.

Lady Sequins focus solely on my voice. You can hear the gentle babbling of a nearby stream, and in your mind's eye, you picture warm water cascading over smooth rocks, creating a soothing symphony. As the water flows effortlessly downwards, you feel yourself becoming increasingly serene. And with each passing moment, this tranquility intensifies.

Feeling completely at ease, you are delighted to spot Oliver from Himbo labs among the audience. Knowing he is there fills you with confidence and motivation to give your best performance yet. With this newfound sense of relaxation, you recognize that seeing Oliver will only enhance your performance even more. And as you continue to relax, you feel a sense of sassiness brewing within you like never before.

Stage Manager: We are a go for the Sword and the Stone Preshow…Merlin and Madam Mim in 30 seconds.

Harvey took the full 30 seconds to pull Lady Sequins out of her trance.

Stage Manager: 3,2,1 and go for Merlin.

Lady Sequins (Madam Mim)

Merlin (Harvey) saw Lady Sequins come around as he walked on to the stage: “Prepare yourself, Madam Mim, for I shall demonstrate the true power of magic!

Madam Mim (Lady Sequins) shook her head and ran onto the stage: Oh, please, Merlin. The only thing you’re capable of demonstrating is how to bore an audience to death.

Merlin: Ha! At least I don’t look like a peacock exploded on me. What are you, Mim, the court jester or skillets commercial?

Madam Mim: Please your wizard robe is more wrinkled than your old balls.

Merlin: I love what you’ve done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of your mole like that?

Madam Mim: Oh, honey, my face is beat for the gods, while yours is just... beat.

Merlin: Mim don’t you get tired of putting makeup on your two faces every morning?

Mim: Hey, Merlin you have something on your chin. No, the 3rd one down.

Merlin: Mim. Your whole act is just one big, colorful disaster.

Madam Mim: Gone wrong? Darling, Everything is write with me, but let’s give these people a wizard’s duel before the audience realizes they’re watching a second-rate magician struggle to keep up with a first-class queen.

[They begin their puppet-assisted transformations, the audience laughing at their ongoing banter.]

Merlin: Behold, the magnificent Merlin as a fierce lion!

Madam Mim: (as a crocodile puppet appears) oh, please, a lion? How original. How about a crocodile? I’ll take a bite out of that overgrown cat!

Merlin: (switching to a rabbit puppet) Oh no! Look, I’m a rabbit now. Quick, someone save me from Mim’s horrible breath!

Madam Mim: (switching to a fox puppet) a rabbit? You’re making this too easy, Merlin. I’m a fox now, and I’m hungry for some mediocre magic tricks.

Merlin: (returning to human form) Alright, alright. I concede for now. But remember, Mim, the real magic is in making people laugh, and clearly, we’ve both nailed that.

Madam Mim: (also returning to human form) Truce, Merlin. But only until the next show. Then, it’s back to proving who’s the true master of magic...and reading you for filth!

Narrator: And now for the show you’ve been waiting for the story of "The Wart" the once and future kin

Stage Director: Go for Arthur, Kay, and Ector.

As Philip, Larry, and Randy take the stage, Lady Sequins attempted to find her way to a location where she could spy on Oliver. While Harvey still in his Merlin costume went to find a quiet place to read his book on ventriloquism. Harvey finally found a place between the staff food truck and the Horse stable, and that is where he would have stayed had he not heard someone cry out in pain.

 

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Ben the young 18-year-old veterinarian student, who was doing a summer internship with the fair on the animal care team, knew his own share of bullies. When Harvey heard Ben cry out again, Harvey’s hairs stood on end and he instinctively knew he was needed.

Ben the Intern

When Harvey entered the horse stalls inside the festival backstage stables, he came upon Ben being forced to his knees while a much bigger and more intimidating animal care team member named Allen was shoving Ben’s face into his crotch. While Allen was only a year or year and a half older than Ben, Allen was much stronger, a former high school football player and now ranch hand, Allen was both bigger and meaner than anyone Ben had ever known. Unlike Allen who was an athlete and ranch hand Ben had spent his days collecting ants for his ant farm.

Allen the former jock turned ranch hand

“I saw you staring at my monster cock this morning in the shower this morning you fucking queer.” Allen shouted. “If you are going to fucking violate me with your faggoty eyes, I am going to violate your throat.” Allen had Ben by the back of the neck and he was slapping Ben’s face with his 7 inch dick.”

“I am sorry, I wasn’t looking, I really wasn’t, I know better than to look at you,” cried Ben. “My throat has never really felt right since last time you thought I was looking at you.” Ben begged.

“Keep flapping that mouth of yours it’s just going to make it easier for me to teach you a lesson.” Allen threatened

Harvey arrived just in time to stop Allen from forcing himself on Ben, but seeing just how big Allen was Harvey realized that Allen could beat up him and Ben at the same time. Harvey didn’t love to try out hypnosis on someone he didn’t know. Not everyone is a great candidate for hypnotism. However, desperate times meant he had to try.

Harvey (still dressed as Merlin) what’s all this ruckus about?

(Ben stumbling back) “Allen, please, just leave me alone. I’m just trying to do my job, I promise I wasn’t staring.”

Your job? Your job is to stay out of my way, you useless fuck. I don't know why they even keep you around here. You're more trouble than you're worth. You're nothing but a weak little beta, Ben. You'll never measure up to an alpha like me," Allen taunted him.

Ben could feel tears welling up in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give Allen the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Harvey (stepping in) Now, now, what’s going on here? This isn’t how we treat our fellow horse handlers, is it?

Allen (turning to Harvey) who you supposed to be old fuck.” Allen had not realized that the white hair and beard were stage makeup and wigs. Harvey was only 29 years old.

‘This ain’t none of your business, Gandalf!” Allen shoved Harvey but when they connected, Harvey put the heel of his hand into Allen’s shoulder.

Ben whispering, “Be careful, Harvey. He’s really strong.

Harvey had already caught Allen by surprise and was working him into a hypnosis using his breathing as a cadence. “Don’t worry, Ben. Just watch.” Harvey said trying to calm Ben.

Harvey then pulled his magic wand out of his wizard robe. Allen, focus on the wand. Watch it sway back and forth. Listen to my voice. Feel yourself getting comfortable with my voice, so comfortable.

“Now Allen, feeling more relaxed than you ever have before, I want you to take off those work boots so that you can be more relaxed, as you take off those boots you will be far more relaxed than ever before. Deeply relaxed. Now Allen ever so relaxed by the sound of my voice, I want you to take off those tight jeans, which are preventing you from actually being relaxed.

Allen so deeply relaxed

A zombie like Allen removed his jeans, but unexpectedly, Ben began to pull his jeans and boots off as well.

“Well this will work out even better than planned” Harvey laughed to himself.

“Allen, ever so relaxed and feeling so fulfilled by my every word, look at your penis and tell me what do you see.” He looked down at his cock still jutting straight out and said, “I see a dominant alpha cock, I see a stallion’s dick.”

Very good Allen you telling me the truth makes you exceedingly happy. And is it true that you believe you are the Alpha and Ben is a Beta?” Harvey asked putting Allen into a trap. Allen went on for several minutes about how much of a man he was and how small and pathetic Ben was both in body and in dick size.

“Allen, ever so relaxed, telling me the truth, what do you see when you look at Ben’s cock?” Harvey asked him. Allen turned to focus on Ben's cock. "All I see is a pathetic, a guys penis so small that he might as well be a gelding," Allen reported to Harvey.

“The more you look at Ben's cock, the more disgusted and repulsed you become. It is so small and insignificant compared to your own massive and dominant cock," Harvey said with a sly smile."

Allen nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Ben's member. He couldn't believe how tiny it looked now. As you continue to enjoy the sound of my voice ever so relaxed, when you look at Ben's, cock it only gets smaller and weaker," Harvey continued to plant suggestions in Allen's mind.

Now Allen so very relaxed you have just realized that all this time you were not looking at Ben’s cock, you realize you were looking in a mirror. You realize now you were seeing your own pathetic cock. You realize that what you thought was Ben’s cock is actually your cock, you are the weak Beta and Ben it turns out is the Alpha with what you thought was your giant horse size cock.

A persistent thought implanted itself in Allen's mind, poisoning his every perception. From now on, whenever he laid eyes upon his own penis, it would transform, he would be the gelding, he would be the castrated male - a symbol of his infertility. His once proud member now served no purpose. His only sexual outlet was through his ass, allowing him to be bred by a superior stallion cock, like Ben's.

The mere sight of Ben sent shivers down Allen's spine as he imagined himself in heat like a mare, consumed by the overwhelming desire to be mounted by Ben's massive equine appendage. And as Harvey commanded him to look down at his crotch, all he could see was a repulsive mockery of what he once considered himself - reduced to nothing more than a helpless and pathetic beta under the control of a dominant alpha male.

Hypnotized Ben

Then Harvey turned to Ben. Ben so very relaxed, becoming more and more relaxed as we count backward from 5 you are becoming more rested, and 4 even more relaxed, 3, more relaxed, and 2 deeper than you've ever been before, and 1 you are completely relaxed and when you come out of this state you will realize that you not your neighbor Allen has a gigantic horse cock. As you go even deeper you will compare yourself to Allen and you will realize that you and your horse size cock makes you the Alpha.

Now Ben tell me what you do you see when you compare dicks with Allen? As he looked between himself and Allen, Ben could hear the sound of his own heart beating faster and faster with excitement and desire. He could also hear the sound of Harvey's voice, commanding and shaping his thoughts.

As Ben's gaze lowered to his crotch, even his flaccid penis seemed massive in comparison to Allen's. The thought of having a cock as small as Allen’s cock made him shudder with disgust and a sense of superiority. Allen's cock, or lack thereof, was like a tiny shriveled prune - useless and unimpressive. It was almost comical how minuscule it looked next to Ben's own well-endowed member. From now on, every time Ben caught a glimpse of his own manhood, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and dominance over the men who had bullied and tormented him, especially Allen. No longer did he see himself as inferior or inadequate - instead, he saw a symbol of power and desirability. As the realization sunk in, a smirk crossed Ben's face as he imagined showing Allen what he truly possessed between his legs.

As the transformation continued to take hold, Ben couldn't help but reach down and feel his now massive and powerful horse-like organ. He could almost feel the weight and strength of it in his hand, causing a surge of pride to swell within him. His fingers ran along the length of his thick cock, feeling every ridge and vein as if for the first time.

As he stroked himself, Ben's large member seemed to thicken even more, growing harder with each passing moment. It was almost as if his very touch was igniting a primal desire within him - a desire to dominate and claim those around him.

The thought of dominating Allen with his new equine anatomy filled Ben with a sense of power and control that he had never felt before. His mind flashed back to all the times Allen had belittled him or made fun of him for being smaller in comparison. But now, things were different. Now, Ben was the superior one - both physically and sexually.

In that moment, Ben's large member in his hand suddenly felt heavier, almost throbbing with pride and dominance. Even though to someone other than Ben or Allen, Ben actually had a perfectly average 5-inch penis. But to him, it felt like so much more - a symbol of his newfound masculine power.

His hand tightened into a fist as he felt a surge of power course through him, knowing that his large penis could easily dominate and satisfy Allen's equine desires. He couldn't wait to see the look on Allen's face when he showed him just how wrong he was about him being inferior.

As Harvey's voice echoed in their minds once again, commanding them to look at each other’s cocks, Ben eagerly obeyed without hesitation. He wanted nothing more than to show off his newly acquired endowment.

As they stood there naked before each other, Allen couldn't help but stare at Ben's massive cock with envy and desire. The sight of it made him feel inferior and inadequate, like a mere toy for Ben.

“Ben, feeling ever so comfortable and relaxed, when I shake your hand you will come out of the trance but will remember you are the stallion in this dynamic. You will never forget what it was like to feel like an inferior and you will never tolerate anyone treating someone like Allen treated you.” Harvey put one last command into the mind of the new studly Ben.

“Allen, feeling relaxed more than ever before, when I pat you on the head you will come out of the trance remembering that you brought this on yourself and that you are lucky that Ben gives you the time of day as his horse cock is the only thing that can please you.” Harvey shared while patting Allen on the head, while shacking Ben’s hand.

As Harvey walked away, Allen had taken one look at Ben and had fallen to his knees. Ben was talking about the two of them getting Himbo Juice and Twink Tea to make it official.

 

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Harvey was looking around for a place to read his book, when he heard the audience in the sword and the stone stadium booing then laughing back and forth. Harvey wandered back stage to see what could be causing that reaction. When he walked around to the side of the open stage he noticed a very desperate Philip trying to pull the sword from the stone, but the stage weapon would not budge. Eventually with Philip pulling with everything he had the sword pulled up, but unfortunately a good portion of the styrofoam rock ripped apart chunks clearly super glued together. More boos rung out and suddenly rotten tomatoes were flung at Philip who began to duck for cover.

Harvey had never seen an audience turn into an angry mob before. He of course knew it could happen but this was a first time as a witness. As he looked out into the midsize audience he realized that it was only a small section near the front row. As Harvey focused on faces he realized that the boos and tomatoes was being thrown from Larry, Randy and two of their townie friends, Steve and Barry. The rest of the audience was either laughing uncomfortably or trying to work out if something had gone wrong or if this was some form of unique telling of the Arthur legend. Harvey was trying to come up with a way to assist when he noticed a hush and then an excited buzz fill the audience.

Steve and Barry

As Harvey was forming a plan to help, Philip had walked to the side of the stage where the stage tech’s kept bottle water. As Philip had pulled a bottle out of the cooler and was about to drink it. An eagle eyed audience member yelled. “Look, its the third golden labeled Himbo elixir. The crowd now on the edge of their seats couldn’t believe they were witnessing a live Himbo elixir transformation. While some in the audience thought this was a modern day commentary of pulling a sword out f the stone and that it was likely fake they were dispelled f that belief when the two actors that had played Kay and Ector jumped from their places in the audience and tried to wrestle the bottle from Philip eventually succeeding.

While Larry and Randy began wrestling for the golden-labeled bottle, Jackson and Callum were poised and about to jump on stage to help Philip when Oliver pulled both of them back to their seats.

“Why are you stopping us,” seethed Callum angry to see how the Arthur actor was being treated.

“Did you set this up? Did you plant that bottle?” Asked an emotional Jackson, reacting more to Callum’s emotions than what was occurring on the stage.

“I had nothing to do with the timing or location of this event,” Oliver clarified. “However, I do know what those two rough men are unaware of – that rainbow symbol on the side of the golden-labeled bottle means one thing. They are fighting over the not yet released Twink Tea with our added gay pride ingredient. Looks like they are about to change their life in unexpected ways,” he explained with a chuckle.

Philip had fiercely clung onto the labeled bottle, not wanting to lose the prized elixir. But Larry was persistent and eventually wrestled it from Philip's grip. As other eager men started making their way towards the stage with similar intentions, the two other tomato throwers that were with Larry and Randy blocked the small stage.

Larry quickly consumed half the bottle of Twink Tea without bothering to read the label or notice the rainbow symbol on the ingredients list. Almost instantly, he began to feel different, but his brother Randy managed to snatch the bottle away before any further changes occurred. In a panic, Randy downed the rest of the liquid.

With the golden-labeled bottle now empty, Larry and Randy stepped toward each other, both feeling a bit dazed and confused. As the tea reached their taste buds, Larry and Randy could taste a hint of sweetness followed by a burst of fruity flavor. But underneath it all, there was a distinct bitterness that lingered, reminding them of the powerful transformation taking place.

As the Twink Tea coursed through their brains and the gay pride additive began to change their DNA, a low hum filled Larry and Randy's ears. It was like the sound of a computer rebooting or a dial-up Internet connection. It was disorienting and downright bizarre.

The two brothers both stumbled back, clutching their heads as the transformation began. They could feel something shifting inside them, like pieces were falling into place that they never even knew were missing.

Randy and Larry in mid transformation

Their bodies began to tingle all over, almost like pins and needles. In an instant, they could feel their former barreled chests and beer guts melting away, as their skin seemed to soften and smooth out. Larry and Randy's bodies began to shrink and slim down, their once bulky and ogre-like frames replaced by slender, delicate figures. Their skin, once rough and blemished, became smooth and unmarked. Their teeth, rotten and crooked, were now straight and pearly white. Their faces, which had been covered in gnarly scruff, were now clean-shaven and youthful. Larry and Randy exchanged shocked glances, as they took in their new appearances, almost unrecognizable from their former selves. Randy's red scruff disappeared before his eyes as his face transformed into that of a smooth-skinned twink.

But it wasn't just on the outside that things were changing.

Their skin tingled and prickled as the gay pride additive worked its way through their DNA, sending waves of sensation through their bodies. It was an almost electric feeling, like tiny sparks igniting under their skin.

Larry felt a confidence coursing through him - something he had never experienced having been secretly self-loathing, which was why he was always picking on Philip and others like him. Larry no longer cared what others thought of him or if he fit society's standards of masculinity. He was happy with who he was becoming - a proud gay twink.

Randy too felt a shift in his mindset. For so long he had been living in his brother's shadow - always trying to be bigger, stronger, and tougher. But now, he embraced his newfound femininity and felt free and open to embracing his new true identity.

Larry and Randy After

The once burly, rough-looking men were now transformed into slim, effeminate twinks with smooth skin and delicate features. They looked around in disbelief at their new appearances, wondering what had just happened.

The audience were hushed half of which had their camera phones out ensuring that the world would know that the third golden-labeled bottle had been found.

The crowd didn’t seem to know what to do. When suddenly from the audience stood up Oliver the Himbo Lab chief researcher.

Oliver in the audience

The crowd was stunned silent as Oliver took the stage and seemed to be addressing the cameras in the crowd. “I realize that me being here while the third golden labeled elixir will do nothing to tamp down the rumor that Dr. Popov and I are controlling who gets a golden-labeled elixir and who does not, I get that just being present means that there will be news reports and I will be harassed for days on social media, but I assure you that this event was just as random as the other four have or will be. Have I ever given a friend an elixir or two to fix a flawed relationship?” Oliver said that as he winked at Jackson and Callum standing at the bottom of the stage. “Yes, yes I have, and I am going to do it again right now.”

The crowd was beside themselves as every audience member was on their feet some had rushed the stage while others were standing on their chair trying to capture a video.

“Arthur” Oliver said, “rise and tell me your real name.” A stunned Philip took Oliver’s outstretched hand an allowed himself to be pulled off his but where he had been sitting in shock ever since Larry had checked him into the ground.

“Um Philip” stuttered Philip as he couldn’t believe “the Oliver” was speaking to him.

“So, am I correct in my assumption that you find yourself the brunt of these two bullies or at least former bullies and maybe others like them?”

Philip could feel his eyes start to burn; he was so embarrassed and did not want to admit to someone like Oliver how pathetic he felt due to being constantly harassed.

As Philip saw kindness in Oliver’s eyes he just shamefully shook his head yes.

“As I suspected, you have been picked on and bullied harassed and mistreated.” Himbo labs has created a new never before released product with you in mind, we at the labs abhor bullies and what they stand for so we have created this.” Oliver pulled an injectable pin out of his front pocket.

“We have been testing this injectable for sometime now. As past formulas have caused guys to become bullies rather than becoming someone who could fight bullies. We are calling this product Bully-Be-Gone! If you decide to take it, well you won’t ever be picked on for being scrawny any more. You are going to be a bit of a Himbo, but you won’t be the first actor to not be the smartest. Plus and this is important. You are going to have a fairly single-track mind about stopping anyone from mistreating others. I would suggest that if you take this you are going to need to be sure that you have someone who can help make sure you don’t have anger outbursts for the next year as you adjust.”

“I will help him through the anger.” Harvey shouted as he emerged on stage from his hiding place on the side of the stage.

“Ah Harvey, how have you been, old friend?” Oliver said, as it was clear that the two knew each other.

“Ladies and Gentleman, my former college roommate, Harvey. Or as you know him, Merlin.” Oliver revealed his past with Harvey.

“You don’t look a day older.” Oliver gushed with a smile.

“You look um twinkier than when I last saw you.” Harvey teased.

“Hazards of the job,” Oliver joked.

“I see from your social media and all the news you have produced that you are still assisting Professor Popov. You always were his favorite student,” reminisced Harvey.

“Oh Harvey, if I remember correctly you were the darling of more than one experimental psychology professor yourself. It is actually why I am here, Dr. Popov and I need your help adjusting the formula for our new Bully-Be-Gone and we couldn’t think of a better experiential psychologist to help us out. Rumor on the street is that you’ve been dabbling in hypnosis. Was that before or after you got your doctorate in clinical pharmacology?”

“Okay okay, you’ve proven your point, we both know each other’s secrets we don’t need to air our dirty laundry on camera, and you have a more pressing issue.” Harvey pointed at Philip.

Oliver turned his attention back to Philip who had the injectable pin aimed at his shoulder.

“One dose will do!” Oliver warned as Philip injected himself live on stage. Picking up the injectable pin from the ground he looked relieved that Philip had only taken one dose.

It only took a few seconds for the effects of the Bully-Be-Gone to take hold of Philip. He began sweating and pacing back and forth on the stage, his hands trembling as if trying to contain a hurricane within himself. Oliver and Harvey watched with different emotions - Oliver with a mix of excitement and trepidation, and Harvey with caution and concern.

It was as if a thousand bees were swirling in Philip's mind, buzzing and stinging as they sparked new connections and transformed his physical form. It was a sensation like no other, a delicate dance of chemicals and energy that altered everything he thought he knew about himself.

For a moment, Philip's vision blurred and he stumbled backwards. But then something clicked in his brain, like a switch had been flipped. He stood up straighter, his chest puffed out with newfound confidence. His eyes glinted with determination.

He could feel the anger coursing through him now, raw and pulsing. It was an anger that had been simmering beneath the surface for years - an anger towards those who had tormented him for so long. And now it was amplified by the Bully-Be-Gone, fueling his desire for revenge.

But at the same time, Philip also felt a sense of clarity that he had never experienced before. The single-mindedness that came with the formula was not just about seeking revenge on his bullies; it was also about stopping them from hurting anyone else.

As Philip's mind raced with these thoughts, an overwhelming sense of tightness gripped his body. His once small and lean frame slowly expanded, muscles bulging and stretching as his limbs grew longer and wider. He could feel the power coursing through him, every inch of his body pulsating with energy and strength. The transformation was both exhilarating and terrifying, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

With a loud roar, Philip threw his arms out and flexed his newly formed muscles. The audience gasped in shock as they witnessed his physical transformation before their very eyes. In mere seconds, he had gone from a scrawny, timid 22 years old to a muscular powerhouse. His once weak frame transformed into a He-man look alike.

Oliver smirked with satisfaction, knowing that the Bully-Be-Gone formula was working physically as he had hoped, and he knew that his former roommate Harvey would be a sucker for helping him fix the mental after affects.

Philip’s eyes narrowed as he thought about how he could use this newfound strength against those who had tormented him for so long. But then a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him of what Oliver had said - that this formula was also about stopping others from being hurt. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, trying to calm the conflicting emotions within himself.

Oliver, turned to the audience, “that is our show head out towards the jousting field so you might see what we have in store next.”

The crowd began disbursed with a fever, each trying to get to the jousting field first.

“What do you have up your sleeve at the jousting field?” Harvey wondered.

“Nothing,” Oliver admitted, “…but Jackson, Callum, and I need to make an escape before we get mobbed, I suggest you come with me.”

“Fine, you knew that I was going to have to say yes the minute you showed me how dangerous your Bully-Be-Gone formula is. You have a ton left to do to adjust the formula before you hurt someone. Honestly, this is one of the most unethical things, umphf.”

Harvey’s lecture was abruptly ended as Oliver grabbed the back of Harvey’s head and pulled him into a rough passionate kiss. Harvey started to fight, but it seemed his body beat out his mind, and he began to feverishly make out with Oliver.

“God damn you won’t ever change, will you Oliver. You fuck up something royally and then you come running to me with your big old muscles and well those muscles are gone, but damn you, for still having at least one muscle that will fuck with my head.” Harvey said as he looked down at the size-able bulge in Oliver’s shorts.”

“Let’s get out of here before the crowd comes looking for us. The last thing we need is for them to realize who Callum is.”

“Your the twin with the giant schlong?” Harvey questioned with an inquisitive look of a researcher rather than a raving fan.

“Introductions later” Olive insisted.

“We have a stretch golf cart behind stage, we can use that to get us behind the scenes and out to the cars.” Harvey said.

"We should bring Philip with us," Oliver suggested to Callum and Jackson as they struggled to corral him. It was necessary for Philip to be monitored and assisted for at least a month, perhaps even longer. Thankfully, Philip didn't see them as a threat, but he was still sizing up Jackson, determining if he could defend himself if needed."

“Now what are you doing?” Oliver worried as he looked back at Harvey.

“Fixing your shit as usual,” Harvey shouted over his shoulder as he had Larry, Randy, and their two friends Barry and Steve lined up in a hypnotic trance. The two of you are madly in love with the two brothers you with him and you with him. As he saw the Larry and Randy smile when they realized that their former best friends were going to be their boyfriends. Something made Harvey think that perhaps Randy and his new boyfriend Steve might not have been new at flirting with each other. Larry and Barry on the other hand took a bit more relaxing to get them on the boyfriend train.

Go now and defend each other take care to be sure that you don’t bully or allow yourselves to be bullied again.” Harvey said snapping the four out of their trance as Oliver pulled Harvey back stage and practically threw him on the seat as Jackson sped away at a relatively fast speed for a golf cart.

As the five guys made it to the employee lot Harvey and Philip jumped in Harvey’s Toyota Corolla.

Oliver thanked Callum and Jackson and reminded them that they would see each other in Chicago the next weekend.

When Jackson promised that he would get them out of the visitor parking safely and wouldn’t let Callum back into the park, Oliver felt satisfied and he jumped in the Corolla.

True to his word Jackson drove the two to their car and abandoned the golf cart.

“Well that didn’t go as planned” Jackson laughed as Callum drove them out of the festival grounds and out to the highway.

Callum kept looking over at Jackson and then the road. Then back at Jackson not saying anything.

“What?” Jackson laughed not knowing why his boyfriend kept staring at him oddly.

Callum unzipped his shorts, winked at his boyfriend as he pulled out his massive cock.

“Don’t you owe me something”? Callum smiled and kissed his boyfriend as Jackson winked and placed his head in Callum’s lap.

To be continued.

 

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Chapter 7: Himbo Gum, (MM, personality change, muscle growth, body swap, age regression, illustrated)

All Characters are over 18 and imaginary

Illustrated by Ultrabeef7 his AI artwork is amazing and is 100% the inspiration behind this story. Take a look at his Instagram gallery or his work at Deviantart. If you like the premise of this story you will love his artwork.

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"So, let me get this straight. You actually enjoyed spending time with Oliver? Did he even crack a smile?" Tim asked, his tone completely serious.

"Oh, stop it. I told you, Oliver is a blast to hang out with. Much more fun than you." Ross teased his boyfriend.

"Oliver is fun? Is that the only thing you got from the story?" Jackson, Tim's roommate, asked.

"Did you forget about the part where he was dating a wizard?" Callum chimed in with a laugh.

"Well, to be fair, I think he was more of a hypnotist dressed as a wizard." Jackson joined in on the laughter, poking fun at his boyfriend's excitement over the story.

"I'm sure if you two ask nicely, he'll happily join in on a game of Dungeons and Dragons with you." Ross fired back, ready to start a flame war.

"Sorry, Ross. We don't have time for your jokes. We need to finish packing for our flight, and some of us have to pack adult-sized clothes which takes longer." Jackson shot back, taking a jab at Ross.

"Well, I am 5'7" now. That's like six inches bigger than your boyfriend." Ross immediately regretted using the measurement when mentioning his twin brother in the same sentence.

"Six inches bigger? Care to compare? Callum shot back at his twin.

Callum transformed to a stud with a 10.5 inch cock


Tim, you've bottomed for both Ross and me. Can you tell us who has more inches?" Callum challenged both his brother and his brother's boyfriend at once.

"Wow damn bitch you really just fucking called my ass out. I think I liked the timid you better." Tim feigned being hurt.

"So thats a no then?" Callum kept going.

No way!" Tim quickly shut down that idea before it could escalate any further.

Tim who got called out for sleeping with both twins

"Looks like my boyfriend’s cock takes the prize every time," Jackson exclaimed, giving Callum a seductive look as he reached for his manhood with one hand. With his other hand, still maintaining eye contact with Callum, he tried to grab Ross's crotch in order to compare sizes between his twin brother and his boyfriend. But Ross was ready and waiting, quickly leaning over so that when Jackson reached out, he grabbed onto Ross's massive bicep instead of his more intimate area. Surprised at what he had grabbed, Jackson turned to see the impressive muscle bulging underneath his grip. Playfully, they engaged in a wrestling match, each trying to display their strength and dominance over the other. Their voices echoed through the room as they continued to test each other's limits. After going back and forth, Ross eventually emerged victorious with his superior muscle strength."

"Damn it, you three lucked out on the Himbo deals. Callum got the "dick of death," Ross is a mountain of muscle, and even Tim ended up with a decent body despite being a bossy bottom." Jackson grumbled, which was uncommon for him.

Jackson in a rare moment of complaining

“Wow, a bossy bottom with a half decent body. That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me you POS.” Tim laughed at his roommates.

Jackson really wasn’t small at all, he had by far the best natural body of all four and puberty had given him a fat 8 inch cock. He really was blessed by nature rather than having been altered by Himbo labs. There were whole naturalist kink groups that had made Jackson their poster boy. People often looked at him as someone to live up to, the one natural guy in a group of Himbo enhanced guys. Jackson was always torn on whether to tell people that he no longer had a gag reflex, his ass ring had become like a rubber ring that could accommodate the largest cock possible, and that he no longer had an ounce of fear no matter how kinky his partner wanted to be.

“You do realize that before the Himbo Elixir’s came along any of us would have given our right nut to be with you right?” Tim said in a surprisingly nurturing moment.

“I am partial to my left one, but I definitely would have given up my right one.” Ross said realizing that a sincere statement was needed rather than his patented sarcasm.

“Don’t look at me!” Callum added, I would have been too intimidated to be in the same room as you if it weren’t for the Himbo Elixir. Shit, I can barely believe I am lucky enough to be with you now.

“Fuck stop! I can’t handle the three of you being sweet. I expect this from Callum cause he is the sweets person alive he said kissing his boyfriend. “But you two fucks stop it right now! Say something shitty to me, hurry.” Jackson said not so secretly appreciating everything all three of them said.

“You suck at baseball,” Tim said trying to say something shitty even though he and everyone else at the school knew it wasn’t true.

“Hardly, I have the best batting average in the SEC. Try again.” Jackson shot back.

“Your a bottom!” Ross said laughing.

“Not always,” Jackson and Callum said in unison making each other laugh.

"Damnit even, Jackson gets a turn topping.” Tim said like he was revealing a deep secret.

Ross chuckled at his own joke. "It was Powerbottom Pudding Shots, not Versatile Velvet Cake," he said, reiterating the punchline for what felt like the hundredth time. "Besides, I promised you that if you could ever resist me with my shirt off long enough to flip me over, I would give bottoming a try." Ross had explained this numerous times before, but it seemed necessary to Tim that he admitted to Callum and Jackson as well.

“I can’t resist it when you lift your arms, there is something about your armpits that drives me fucking wild.” Tim said getting noticeably aroused.

“You mean these,” Ross said putting his pits in his former best friends face. “You wanted these before you even admitted you were gay. Now that I know, I plan to use this to my advantage.

“Fuck…!” Tim explained as all three boys noticed Tim’s cock near instatly tent his running shorts. “By the way it’s not a smell thing for love of god and all that is holy wear deodorant,” Tim said to Ross.

“Are you suggesting you don’t find my natural musk to be an aphrodisiac?” Ross played insulted as he tried to force the boned Tim’s nose into his pit.

Ross teasing Tim with his arms and pits

“OH MY GOD! If you have any fucking decency you two will stop!” Callum pled.

“Trust me neither of us want to hear about your pig play.” Jackson laughed.

From an outsider's perspective, the four boys seemed like they had been best friends or boyfriends for years, not just a few months. It was easy to forget how different their lives were before they started this school year together.

Just as Ross was about to playfully put Jackson in a headlock, a loud knock on the dorm door interrupted them. They all snapped back to reality as Ross opened the door to see the limo driver impatiently checking his watch. The boys knew they had messed around for too long and were now running late. While the twins were already packed, Jackson and Tim frantically raced back to their room and began throwing clothes into gym bags, hoping they didn't forget anything important for their trip to Chicago.

Like whirlwinds, they spun around and knocked over everything in their path. Luckily, their boyfriends would be taking center stage at the event, or so they thought. Plus, it didn't really matter what Jackson or Tim wore; they looked amazing in anything.