A New Career (ASK)

You were always told to do what you were good at. As a career, as a hobby. But as time went by, and you found yourself working a nine to five job you don’t care for doing things you don’t like, you might have lost sight of that one simple question: what do you like to do?

“What do you like to do?”

You shake your head. You’re sitting in the same leather chaise, arms folded across your chest. You can feel the cold eyes of your therapist on you as he persists: “what do you like to do?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

He clicks his pen. “Well, if you really want to start searching for a new career, shouldn’t it be in line with something you enjoy? Something you’re good at?”

The sad part is, he’s right. But you mind feels a thousand miles away. You haven’t done anything you genuinely enjoy in years.

“Come on,” he says, “lets start simple. When you’re bored at work on an average Wednesday, what do you look forward to back home? What gets you through the day?”

“Honestly?” you clear your throat. “My porn.”

“Is that so?”

You nod. Truth be told, you do really like your porn. You personal library of guys waiting on your hard drive whenever you get home from a long day, like a hot meal waiting in the oven. You start to loose yourself again, wishing you were back home watching some meaty jock fuck the ass off his unsuspecting roommate.

“Well, what about that?” your therapist says, “why not go into porn?”

You give him a look. “Seriously?” you say, but he looks pretty serious. “I can’t… no…”

“Why not?”

“Well look at me!” you point to your body, or your complete lack-there-of. It’s been a while since you’ve gone to the gym, and when you did, all you used were the treadmills.

But your therapist is scanning you with inquisitive eyes. “Why? You look pretty good to me!”

You’re just about to retort when you look down at your chest. Only you can’t see your chest because your pecs are in the way. “Those weren’t there before…” you say, feeling the soft muscle grow harder under your fingertips.

“Let’s try an exercise,” therapist says, ignoring the obvious second puberty your body is going through, “I want you to close your eyes and walk me through your ideal porn scenario. Don’t worry about it being uncomfortable. Just pretend like I’m not here. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Your voice sounds higher, airier, but you ignore it and close your eyes.

“Now,” your therapist says, “where are you right now?”

“I—I’m in a bedroom.”

“Describe it.”

The craziest thing is: you don’t need to. You’re already in the bedroom. Your therapist’s voice is booming inside your head. And that’s not even the strangest part. As you look down and feel your chest, you see that you’re not wearing any clothes.

But why would you need to? Your body is absolutely incredible, a sexy blend of fat and muscle that compliments your short stature and cute smile. This is the most comfortable you’ve ever been; stark naked, dick swimming between your thick thighs.

“Are you alone?” you hear the voice say. You look up to the bed. On there sits one of the hottest muscle jocks you’ve ever seen. He strokes his python of a cock with his eyes closed. He doesn’t even see you there.

“No,” you whisper, careful not to grab his attention just yet, “there’s another guy here. He’s beating off.”

“Well,” the voice says, “why don’t you go help him with that? It is your job after all.”

The realization hits you, and you smile. Carefully, you tip toe towards the bed, your own dick growing harder and harder with every step. This new body feels amazing, you think as you climb on the bed. The jock continues to stroke.

With the gentle edge of your scruff, you rub your face up the side of his exposed leg. His body shivers with pleasure, and before he can even open his eyes, your pursed pink lips are wrapped around his dick.

“Fuck bro,” the jock says, and you continue to suck. You don’t even think about the fact that you’ve never sucked a dick before. It call just cums naturally, and with every inch of his cock you swallow, you feel a little piece of your old self vanish. With every drop of pre cum that slithers down your throat. your body grows even bigger, muscles bulging and swelling until you’re completely unrecognizable as the man sitting in the therapist’s office just moments ago.

By the time he pulls you up to kiss you, you’re not you at all. You’re Luke Adams, grade-A porn star and total beefcake. You’ve got the career thousands of guys would kill for, and it’s a fucking blast. Literally.

“On your back,” your co-star says with a smile, and you know just what to do. While he slips on a condom, you flip over on the bed and spread your humongous ass cheeks, bracing yourself for your daily injection of jock.

He looms over you, passion and heat in his eyes. You feel a tension at the base of your hole, and then, euphoria. Now this time, it’s you closing your eyes rubbing your cock, rubbing your body, and moaning uncontrollably as the jock pounds your ass.

You feel his hands rub your legs, this hips slap up against your cheeks. And as you look into his eyes, sharing in that animal passion, you think how ridiculous it is that you ever wanted anything else. This is all you’ve ever wanted. This is all you’ll ever need.