Boryn Stone
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Bitch Jock
🕑 Added 2023-08-09 22:27:16 +0000 UTCDanny was a little overweight, and knew he didn't have the best body. He'd always felt he lacked masculinity and dominance in his appearance, hiding his feeling of inferiority by his actions. In bed he needed to be dominant and in control, ordering the bottoms around in bed, using them how he liked. It seemed almost like they could never keep up, always flaking out like the bitches they were.
Danny was downtown when he found himself walking right past an adult store he'd never noticed, 'Devil's Dungeon'. He was shocked by how much kink gear was on display inside. He'd never owned anything like that before and found many of the items intriguing, ending up going ahead and entering. He was surprised when a store clerk seemed to materialize right next to him, especially given how they seemed to tower over him.
"Is there anything I could help you find?"
Danny tried to brush the man off, only to be ignored.
"I don't believe I've seen you before. We have a deal on Jocks where your initial purchase is free. Do you want a look?"
Danny couldn't oppose it, finding himself dragged over to a wall with a bunch of packs of underwear. All the designs were rather flashy and flamboyant, words like 'Cumdump' and 'Slut' written over the bands. Nothing that Danny liked. The clerk seemed to notice.
"Is there anything specific you're looking for?"
"I was hoping for something less colorful, something to make me look more masculine" Danny said dejected.
The clerk seemed to look at Danny more intently, a smile creeping onto their face.
"We definitely have something for that" They said, managing to pull an item that Danny swore hadn't been there a moment before. "This should make you look more masculine, a big bottom. Sound like a deal?"
It was a dark jock, one that seemed to be plain at first glance. None of the other items spoke to Danny, so Danny shrugged, accepting it and going through with the purchase.
Danny arrived home, immediately pulling the jock on in front of his mirror. It wasn't until it wrapped around his waist did Danny realize the issue. The word 'Bitch' was etched on the band in subtle stitching, only showing once the jock had stretched out. Danny felt angry with his stupidity having not noticed it before, humiliated having the degrading word at his hip. That was when he noticed his body in the mirror.
Danny couldn't believe his eyes at first. He thought he was hallucinating watching his body begin to shrink, all his extra weight and mass seeming to evaporate. His figure had slimmed down, his limbs thinner, muscles beginning to carve themselves onto his surface from the disappearing layer of fat. He watched as he grew toned in moments, his skin tight displaying new definition.
It took another moment for him to see dark hair beginning to pull across him, a waterfall of chest hair making it down to his stomach and wrapping around his arms. Immediately the curves of his definition were accentuated by the dark shadow of fur, his ripped figure displaying peak masculinity with bulging veins wrapping around him.
He felt himself glowing in pride taking it all in. He looked magnificent, his eyes trailing down his shape until he reached the band of the jock once more. He felt something twist in his gut as he read the word again, feeling his insecurity flare up.
Looking at himself he was reminded of the men he always ended up in bed with, how he treated them like the whores they were. That the jock clearly belonged around their bodies. The same body he saw in the mirror. He wanted to get rid of the jock, tear it off and throw it away, only to find he couldn't. It felt wrong.
He couldn't deny what he'd engrained into his mind for so long, that his figure was meant to be fucked. Ordered around. To serve. He felt his mind changing, forcing itself to accept what he'd become, realizing what he was all along. His anger subsided, replaced with the need to submit. His will was overpowered, just like the bitch he was all along.
