Masculine God

Craig always needed to be the alpha. He held himself in a high opinion, walking around with a smug sense of control, always trying to be on top. He frequented leather bars, adorned in a dominating outfit, hoping to find someone to use. He needed to be the embodiment of power.

He came home to find a metal chain lying on the ground of his house, making him wonder how it got there. He couldn't remember bringing it in or any possibility for it to have ended up there, almost as if it had appeared by magic. He got distracted when he realized it looked like it could fit him, prompting him to head to the bathroom to try it on.

It glowed yellow the moment it was around his neck, sealing itself permanently onto him. He panicked in a moment of vulnerability, trying to get it off when he heard a booming voice inside his head. The voice was deep, dripping with raw power, shaking Craig to his core.

Craig listened to the words, promising to permanently change him however he wanted. All he needed to do was ask.

"I want to be more masculine," Craig thought, overzealous from the potential.

He watched in the mirror as hair shot out across his body, wrapping him entirely in a thick coat. His features darkened as a thick beard pushed out onto his face, growing longer until his cheeks were framed in the dense symbol of manhood. His gaze was locked to his body in awe of the raw masculinity he showed, his mind racing for what to get next.

Craig didn't hesitate to ask to be taller, stronger, and watched as the changes immediately took effect. His body grew bigger, filling out with mass as he stood higher in the room. He almost felt like a god, imagining himself standing over other men. He couldn't stop himself from flexing, admiring his body as the voice asked if it could do anything else.

Craig couldn't resist asking for a bigger cock, a huge package that would make men weep. He watched as his bulge began to swell, his jock filling out heavier and heavier until it could barely contain his meat. It hung low, his jewels outlined in the dense fabric stretching lower and lower, filling out heavily. He felt its weight on his groin, the tightness of the mesh turning him on. He felt the blood pumping into his sack, watching it thicken his tube with excitement until he realized it wasn't moving up.

It was too thick to grow erect, his member made permanently soft from his size. He reached down, shaking it trying to help it up, but it could only dangle in his fingers, useless and fat. "Undo this" Craig asked, but the voice refused, repeating that the changes he asked for were irreversible.

Craig felt water begin to draw from his eyes, realizing what it meant being helplessly aroused with a useless dick on his body. He grunted in sexual frustration, the need to be fucked as a bottom taking a presence in his head, his body was only capable of being used by others from now on.