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Himbo Contact

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Having just left his brother’s house, Nguyen Bao, or Bao Nguyen as he’d learned to introduce himself as in America, was driving in the remote wilderness. Bao had passed midlife over a decade before, but he still didn’t consider himself old. The highly physical job of plumbing had kept him in good shape for his age, even if all the bending over would occasionally tweak his back.

Directly to his right sat Lian, his youngest son. While loving all of his children, everyone knew Lian was the favorite. Lian had just returned home from completing his masters a week prior and they’d decided to take to visit family before Lian was dragged across the country for work.

With Bao’s brother living several hours out from the city, it gave him the perfect opportunity to partake in one of his favorite activities, hiking. After him and his family were mercifully rescued from Saigon, Bao quickly learned to love the natural beauty of his new home. Living in the city for work, he rarely got to imbibe in this passion.

Bao’s brother had given them specific instructions to use the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) lands to the south and to avoid the north at all costs. His brother had refused to go into specific detail, but bao understood something dangerous was occurring up there.

Unfortunately, Bao and Lian lacked a natural sense of direction. The overcast weather removed the sun as an orientational guide and their plan lacking a specific destination; they had gotten turned around. Rather than driving south for a fun afternoon of hiking, they were traveling north.

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Candied Cockslut

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A shiver ran up Max’s spine as he was roused into wakefulness. The cool breeze causing eddies of fresh powder outside had already sucked all the warmth out of the small house… again. Grumbling, Max slipped out of his fortress of relative warmth to refill the wood pellet fireplace.

Darting through the communal room, something felt out of place. Whatever that something was could wait, conquering the cold held his utmost priority. Limbs shivering, he filled the furnace and restarted the fire.

Again, something felt out of place. Again, the cold held top priority. Ignoring the peculiarities, Max leapt back to the bedroom. A momentary debate coursed through his mind as he went. ‘Bed or clothes? The bed is already warm, but the clothes would let me get coffee.’ The desire to feed his caffeine addiction won out and he expected family to start calling any minute to wish him a Merry Christmas. Quickly, he slipped on some heavy sweats, long sleave shirt, t-shirt, house coat, and thick wool socks before.

Coffee machine bubbling, Max could finally direct his attention to investigating what felt off this cold Christmas morning. The source was easy to spot. Sitting to one side of the fireplace stood a box standing a little over a foot tall and wrapped in plain paper.

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Himbo Reconciled

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John drew his truck to a halt about a half mile out from the old, abandoned resort. A big lad he was tall and burly for his age as he’d turned 18 just a few weeks back. Getting out of his truck, he walked the rest of the distance, hoping to keep his presence unknown.

His father, Sargent Daniel Powers had been assigned to investigate the series of disappearances that were mounting. Even one of his friends went missing shortly after his birthday. The day before, his father told him about checking out the abandoned resort turned ranch or production facility, something like that, to see if they were affected or if the culprit was hiding out there. His father hadn’t come home that night.

Current scuttlebutt was that the local sheriff wanted to bring in the state national guard to run a sweep of the whole county. While not a densely populated area, that was a large swath of land to cover and could take weeks. John didn’t possess that kind of patience and decided to take a look for himself.

Seeing the gate come into view, he saw no one watching the entrance. Out of an abundance of precaution, John took a hard turn into the forest. The camo hunting jacket and pants concealed his mass while the thick undergrowth obscured his movement. This area of the forest wasn’t properly cared for, leaving many noise producing obstacles underfoot, but he’d been hunting enough times to keep his foot work quiet.

Nearing the edge of the treelined and good groundcover, John could look onto the main entrance. Sure enough, his father’s squad car was there. From the distance, it appeared untouched. John could only surmise that his father had run into trouble deeper in the complex.

Right as he was about to leave his cover to take a closer look, a very loud series of stampings and shuffling echoed through the forest from deeper in. John calmed his breath and listened.

The noise was so loud that he quickly realized it was coming towards him and it consisted of multiple masses. Lightning fast, he processed the options. ‘Do I stay and hope to not be spotted or come back later with backup?’

John chose the latter. Long before the source of the noises came into view, he’d backed off. Quickly but quietly, he went back to his truck and worked his way back down the mountain.

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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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BearlyGiving

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Doug walked up the driveway from his morning run. A few leaves scattered the large maple in the front yard. He swore under his breath as he examined the pile that had fallen during his quick 10k, requiring yet another raking to keep the HOA off his nuts. Adding the job to his mental todo list, he continued towards the door.

Inside he found reprieve, the warm dry air of the well-insulated building immediately started driving the cold from his slender body. Warmth returned to his ears and he could finally hear a cacophony of cooking. Doug kicked off his shoes and rolled his eyes before making way to the kitchen.

Once there, Doug discovered his boyfriend, Charlie, darting between a wide variety of dishes. Turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, baked yams, roasted brussels sprouts and cauliflower, dinner rolls, and a pumpkin pie, each in quantities enough to feed a family of 10.

“How was your run, babe?” Charlie sang out cheerfully while looking at Doug for only a moment before returning to the cooking.

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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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