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Himbo Park

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Rain pelted the front windshield and created a fog of darkness before Deputy Daniel Powers. Carefully, Powers made his way up the windy back-country roads to the old, abandoned resort bought by some big city corporation a few months back.

Rounding a turn, his mind was fixated on the recent series of odd events. ‘Not much happened out in these parts. Hell, in the 9 years he’d been a deputy there’d been just one murder, and that was just Miss Smiley takin’ out her no-good husband. The last month though, crime had skyrocketed.’

‘It started with the break-ins, houses picked over for food and other essentials leading up to the corner store being cleared. Then came the disappearances. Truckers disappearin’ with their trucks never to be found, the odd traveler goin’ missing, and even a couple of the local teens like Tommy, his boy’s best friend, lost without a trace.‘

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The Hat

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Quick keystrokes filled the small dorm room as Domingo frantically wrote his first English 1A paper. It was the first week of school and the instructor assigned a massive paper. Between research, drafting, and proof reading, Domingo was severely behind. Stress coursed through him as he worked.

Chad strutted into the small dorm he shared with a smart nerd he’d only met a week before after a good workout. His pump was on point as his post-workout musk quickly dominated the small room. He quickly plopped himself on his bed and pulled out his cock and lifted his arm behind his head, heightening the musk to near toxic levels.

Domingo tore himself away from his laptop just long enough to yell at his dumb jock dorm-mate. Every frickin’ day with this guy, getting sweetly and disgusting at the gym and refusing to shower. Then, when he got back to the dorm, he’d just start jerking off. Once again Chad told him off but put his dick away regardless.

Tired of the constant badgering, Chad remembered something important. The college’s jock frat that he’d already signed up to pledge next week had given him a special item with the instructions to give it to a nerd that bugged him. It appeared to be a simple flat brimmed baseball hat with the school’s football team logo, and as far as he knew that’s all it was. Domingo was really getting on his nerves this past week.

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Losing Streak

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Jared flopped himself onto the couch as he waited for the loading screen. He’d just picked up the latest puzzle based JRPG and was eager to spend the weekend grinding. The start menu appeared, and he readied himself for a new game.

The tutorial was just as mind numbing as they all were. ‘Press X to jump’ and ‘Press forward to walk forward’ always made his eyes roll at just how standard the controls were. The puzzles were also cartoonishly easy, making him question if the future ones would be as challenging as he’d hoped.

Finally out of the tutorial, he discovered that the world wasn’t linear while also not being empty like so many American games had devolved into. Pulling up the map, he set his waypoint to the first puzzle in the magic tree and set off.

The first puzzle was just as challenging as he’d hoped, a mix of pattern recognition and timed movements to dodge oncoming obstacles. There were several points where he nearly failed, but he narrowly made it through. This game was looking up for Jared.

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Himbo Containment Breech

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Part 5 of the Himbo series.

Gerald tightly ran his hands through his rapidly thinning hair as the read the incident report before him. Two incidents in as many weeks. Two employees under his care transformed into himbos. Two instances where he failed to demonstrate control of the himbos. Gerald knew he was about to be fired.

The rational parts of his brain knew this was coming. The fact that no one in the history of ever had tried to control such a large number of himbos in this manor was irrelevant to corporate. By law their only focus was maximizing profits for the elite few shareholders that owned the company. Everything else, like expected failures on a new project, was irrelevant to them.

After checking his work for the 10th time, he pressed send on the email. Gerald had managed to hold off reporting it for four days while he tried to ensure he had control, but he couldn’t procrastinate it any longer. He sat back in his chair and waited the phone call he knew was coming.

Auston’s knees were aching as he stood guard near the outskirts of the temporary bull pen. He’d been standing there for over an hour, working as backup for the team of guards who normally worked with the bulls, and was itching to get back to overseeing the sweet and docile cows he was accustomed to.

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Himbo Exposure

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Part 4 of the Himbo series.

Word about Ronald’s, now Ron, untimely seduction and transformation by a cow spread quickly through the facility. Corporate was furious that such an event could occur, especially with this location being chosen to prevent any such misshapes. As a result, the foreman and the facility as a whole were put on high alert.

The events of last week played through William’s head as he finished turning the last screw on the last remote silent alarm. It was a needed addition to quickly mobilize all staff in the event of a seduction or overpowering by a himbo, or at least corporate thought so. To William it didn’t make sense how this would prevent another incident, but William’s job wasn’t to think, it was to build.

With this extra job finally completed, he looked to his watch and cursed. It was time for his daily safety meeting, the low point of every day since it began. Some corporate goon would show up and lecture the staff on the newest “bright” idea from the higher ups on how to prevent another incident. Often times these ideas would be thoroughly shot down when the workmen complained at just how impractical the idea was.

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Strong Man

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Pattering down a back country down, Jebadiah was sufferin’ from a sneezing fit. One of them new fangled automobiles had passed a few minutes prior, kicking up a right amount of dust in its wake. They sure were faster, and louder, than the covered cart him and his family used to for gettin’ to town and hauling their annual crop from the farm.

After every sneeze, Jebadiah could hear his oldest call out from the back of the cart, “God bless you, Daddy!” right on queue. Evalyn, his wife, could be heard singin’ a hymn as she rocked their young daughter in her arms while the youngest boy lightly snored, passed out from the swaying of the cart.

Even with the slow progress and the dust, the family of 5 were looking forward to a day at the circus, at least Evalyn and Jebadiah were since the kids were gunna be surprised. It had been far too long since a circus had bothered to stop in rural west Kansas, Evalyn was pregnant with the oldest the last time one showed up in ’30. The kids had a world of fun away from the dusty farm ahead of them.

Rollin’ into town around noon, the kids appeared tuckered out. While Evalyn guided the kiddos into the clustering of brightly colored tents filled with clowns, jugglers, contortionists, and beast masters, Jebadiah split off to find a place to leave the horses. This trip was eating into their measly savings, but he knew his kids were worth it. With the inn arranged, he entered the circus grounds.

For the life of him, Jebadiah couldn’t find Evalyn and the kids anywhere. High and low he searched but they were lost in the heard of neighbors there for some reprieve. About ready to give up, he found himself behind the big tent in the center. A sign caught his gaze and sucked him in. in fancy letters was written a complex word that was French or something of the like, an arrow pointing into a nearby tent, and something that made his loins stir. That was the painting of a woman with her breasts exposed outside of the nipples.

Jebadiah’s mind began to race. He’d heard about circus’s offering such spectacles that one could find easily in the big city but were rare in rural Kansas, and his curiosity was about to kill the cat. Guided by his cock, he stepped inside.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 5

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Sam scribbled through the test before him, hand gripping his hair as he did. Every question requiring his full attention and taking longer than they should. Painstakingly, he finished every question as best he could before starting the next without a moment to pause. Finally, as the instructior was walking towards him to college the test in its current state, Sam finished the last question.

Despite nearly running out of time, Sam was confident he would receive an acceptable grade. The next week as the graded test was placed into his hand, his heart dropped. Dread filled him as questions of what he’d do next pounded his conscious mind, screaming in unison preventing any one from gaining dominance.

In fat red letters across the top, Sam could read ‘Unweighted: 15% Weighted: 59% Grade: F’. Sam had just fucked himself, royally screwed himself over. Not only was this his first ‘F’ ever, but it came from the worst possible class. This was the hardest class in the major, the one class that separated the boys from the men, those who would graduate from the program and those who would drop out or change majors.

Looking up at the instructor before she’d moved away, Sam recognized a shake of regret. She knew Sam couldn’t recover from this blunder. This momentary flash of non-verbal communication did nothing but heighten the already overwhelming feeling of dread that held him hostage.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 4

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Friday started on a peculiar note for Sam, but one he knew would soon become habit. Roger had nearly busted his door down in excitement for their morning workout together. Dutifully, Sam dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and met Roger in the kitchen for his pre-workout before the two left together.

On his second time entering the “man’s” gym, Sam felt less out of place. He still looked like a dweeb trying to get big, but he walked with an ounce more courage and confidence than before. Making his way to the locker-room, Sam was exited.

Stuffing his street clothes in a locker, he turned to Roger. Roger held the item Sam had longed for all the day before, a red baseball cap. When Roger handed it to him, he thanked his coach and immediately threw it on.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 3

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Sam awoke with a jolt. Roger had slammed the door open and yelled at him to get up. Acknowledging he was awake, he climbed out of bed and threw on some old ratty gym clothes and worn trainers.

Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Sam met Roger in the kitchen. Roger was dressed in his own gym gear, much newer and well put together compared to Sam’s disheveled mess of colors. “Morning coach.” Was all he mustered out before being handed a bottle and being told to drink it.

Sam remembered everything from the night before. From sucking Roger’s cock twice and admitting to loving it to being hypnotized and filled with motivation to work out and that Roger was now his coach to get big. Calling Roger ‘coach’ was both a joke and a token of appreciation at the same time.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 2

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In his bedroom Sam laid on his bed, attempting to jerk off. Normally a daily ritual for the young virgin, he’d been struggling since he’d sucked Roger’s cock. Porn wasn’t helping, as having a cock in view reminded him of Roger. Lesbian porn also didn’t work, somehow the women just didn’t seem as hot as they used to be. Even Jasmine, the big breasted woman from his math classes, couldn’t fill his loins with lust like she once had.

Depressed, Sam decided to check up on one of the few people he considered a friend. Someone he had and could hopefully pour his problems out for with the hopes of reaching some enlightenment. A friend he had recently embarrassed himself with, his housemate Roger.

Knocking on the door, there was no answer. Thinking that Roger must be home at such an hour, he gently cracked the door open. Inside, he found Roger snoozing away in his boxers, enjoying an evening nap. He began to turn away, leaving Roger to sleep, when he noticed something peeking through the boxers. The head of Roger’s cock was peeking through, almost inviting Sam in.

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