Curse of the Superman Tattoo

What most men don’t know is that when getting the Superman Symbol tattooed anywhere on you, you take a risk of being cursed. Not ever guy who gets such a tattoo will find themselves under the ‘Superman Curse’, but you're still playing Russian roulette with your life.

The effects on one’s body from the ‘Superman Curse’ may not seem that bad at first. The victim finds themselves with increased strength, a body that heals much quicker and is far more durable, and it also increases the size of your manly parts. The problem is that your manly parts don’t stop growing until they are bigger than that of a horse’s (this guys penis isn’t even done growing yet). The penis will grow so large that it is impossible for it to even fit in a woman’s pussy any more.

As the days go by the victim will find that they no longer desire sex with women anyways. Their lust will continue to grow and grow but change to their ass. They will find that their assholes, like their cocks also will grow to inhuman sizes. Needing to be fucked, most victims end up caving and finding a larger horse that will fuck them since a human sized cock isn’t big enough anymore.

So unless any of the above would be the dream life for you, it’s wise to stay far away from such a tattoo.

Jared Thought Wrong

Jared thought it would be fun to get some pussy. He just wanted pussy, and the neighbor’s dog had a pussy and was in heat to top it off. Adam (the one in the picture) didn't really want to, but he let Jared sort of talk/force him into joining along and help hold the dog still while Jared did his business. Now both of them are sorry for their lack of judgment, for they’re both psychically changing. They’re both become K-9’s, except Adam and Jared will differ when the change if complete. Adam gets to keep his dick, a doggy dick, but it’s still a dick, while Jared is at that moment losing his. Jared was the mastermind behind the dog rape, so he’s being turned into a actually bitch. But he’s a special bitch, a bitch whose heat cycle never ends. Its constant non-stop, and Adam, his new alpha K-9 self can never resist Jared’s scent.

They ended up living in the woods humping all day long. They only stop to go to the bathroom, sleep, and eat, otherwise its fucking.

After a year of living on their own in the woods they were found by a perverted man, who took them home with him and now joins in. They don’t really care though; they no longer have to hunt for food which means more time for humping. And the best part of being Mr. Applegate’s dog for Jared is that when Adam wears out and goes to sleep and she’s still wide awake, Mr. Applegate gladly takes care of her pussies needs.

The Power of Public Urinals

Public urinals can be very powerful things. Just ask Toney, Steve and Jerry, they’ll tell you.

Toney is the one on the right in the yellow shirt. He came to Anthony’s new Bar and Grill on a double date. Jerry, the one on the far left in the long sleeved gray shirt, was Toney’s best friend. They were on a date with a set of twins, hot babe twins in their freshman year of college.

They’d needed to take a leak before the main course, and finding the bathroom, they each took a urinal, making sure to leave an empty one between them as so that it didn't seem gay. However seconds later, in came Steve, who simply took the urinal between the two friends. He’d unzipped, and then being the friendly guy he was, turned and said hi to both of them.

The urinals began to do their magic, and Toney and Jerry looked at this stranger with lustful eyes. Neither of them had ever know lust for a dude before, but the urinals were changing them, and with every drop of piss that hit their urinal they were farther gone.

Once the two buds were done pissing, they let their pants and underwear drop to their ankles. Steve just finishing up, looked over and noticed this and wondered what was going on. But the minute he saw Toneys eyes he himself was lost in lust, and he found himself letting his pants drop also.

The next thing Steve knew the two guys each had a hand on his ass and he loved it. Toney reached over and kissed Steve on the lips and asked “You're place?”

It only took a week before the three dudes were adjusted to their new lives. Toney and Jerry had moved in with Steve, and the three of them were horny lovers and would be for the rest of their lives. Two tops and a bottom, of course Steve was the bottom. Toney and Jerry never had to worry about using a urinal again, for Steve was now their human urinal. By taking that middle piss pot he’d assured himself a life of drinking his lover's piss and taking their dicks up his ass and in his mouth.

Nathan's Pussy Curse

Nathan here is a victim. Or maybe not? It depends on how you look at it. His only crime was fucking a chick ten years younger than himself. Or at least he had believed it was a chick. There was a pussy, but that was all he got to see under the dress, the owner of said pussy wouldn't let him strip her. Well that’s because said chick was actually a man, a man with a real pussy instead of a dick, dressed up in drag. But he had looked so convincing as a chick.

Anyway, afterwards when Nathan found out that it was a guy he got upset, punched the guy’s living-daylights out and stormed out of the party. He returned home and fell on his bed going almost instantly to sleep. When he awoke the next morning however he felt different. There was a strange itch where there had never been one before. He stripped and found to his horror a pussy instead of his dick. But horror only last a moment before he began fingering himself. He was hooked; his sex drive sky rocketed and never came back down. Now he’s constantly on the lookout for a man with a dick who’ll fuck his pussy, even though he knows the same thing will happened to them, he just can’t help it, he’s hooked; his pussy has more control than his mind than he does.

Shit Can Be Messy

Shit can be messy. We all know that. Even these two neat freaks, Marshal and Kevin, had known that. They were good friends and roommates, sharing a house in the suburbs, but in no way whatsoever were they lovers. They both though enjoyed a clean house and a clean yard. So needless to say they didn’t appreciate Mr. Robertson letting his dog shit freely in their yard.

Finally, one day, after stepping in the doggy doo-doo for what seemed the hundredth time, Marshal had enough and went to Mr. Robertson to complain about the stupid dog. Mr. Robertson just laughed and slammed the door in Marshal’s face. Pissed off, Marshal kicked over one of Mr. Robertson’s lawn gnomes (which broke) before returning home to shower and then head to work.

When Marshal awoke the next morning he felt odd. There was pressure in his gut telling him he needed to take a dump, but instead of heading to the bathroom he simply shit his boxers there in the bed. Once his rear was empty and his boxers were full he got up, removed the shit filled clothing and began smearing its contents all over himself. He was completely disgusted with himself, and yet he couldn’t stop, it just felt so right.

Once his naked body was covered with shit he found himself heading downstairs to the kitchen where he found Kevin, who apparently was going through the same strange urges Marshal was. Kevin was naked and smeared in his own wet shit, and Marshal’s stomach let its hunger suddenly be known. He couldn’t help himself as he started running his tongue over Kevin’s skin, licking up all that brownish shit.

That was just the beginning of what would become Marshal and Kevin’s new lives. They stayed home that first day, and remained home for every day following, the two never leave the house any more, if they need something they simply order it online.

They spend their entire days now eating and playing with each others shit. They are obsessed, unable to help but rub fresh shit all over one another and whatever clothes they decide to put on for the day, if they decided to wear clothes at all that is. And when there not playing with shit their fucking like rabbits, Marshal always being the bottom.

The two still eat regular food, as long as its mixed with shit of course. Their craving for shit will never go away, but neither will their need for cleanliness, which is still buried deep in their psyche and driving what is left of their old selves nuts. Especially seeing as how in just a week the whole house is covered in shit, fresh and old.

Mr. Robertson quite enjoys how his neighbors have changed, and being a nice neighbor he has a fence built in the back yard of Marshal and Kevin’s place so that the two can go outside anytime they want and not be seen. Mr. Robertson makes it his duty as a neighbor to look after the two new perverts, especially since he’s the one who cursed them.

Mr. Robertson always ensures that his dog shits in Marshal and Kevin’s yard now, which still drives the two younger men wild, but for different reasons now. Dog shit is like ecstasy for the two men, they go nuts trying to get it caked to their skin or down their throats.

Christmas is right around the corner, and Mr. Robertson has decided that his gift to them will be the introduction to the world of watersports. The two are sure to love the dog’s piss just as much as they love his shit.

The Lake

The picture you see above is of the father-and-son Terry and Thomas Travistein. The question right now probably going through your head is ‘why is that son smiling so much?’ The big smile is due to the fact that just a mere ten minutes before this photo was taken Terry was riding his daddy’s cock for the first time in his life, and will be doing so again in another ten minutes.

Terry had always dreamed of riding his father’s cock since the day he hit puberty, but his father was very much a straight man. That all changed though today, when Johnny brought his dad to a secluded lake which a friend of his turned him onto. There were stories of this lake, legends that said that any heterosexual who swam in these waters would find themselves changed into a homosexual, willing to do any and everything to please the first homosexual they saw following the swim.

Within just a mere minute of swimming in the water, Terry’s father changed to the gay side. Life from now on will be very good for Terry, for his father’s cock will always be there for him whenever he so desires a ride on it.

Teddy Dog

Ted and Rick were the best of friends, or at least Ted thought they were. Last year Ted learned otherwise. Last year Rick bound and raped him. Rick then caged him and began to brainwash Ted into believing he was Rick’s dirty, doggy fuck-toy.

The training has been brutal and more sadistic than Ted could ever have imagined, and over the years time his body has learned to never disobey his master’s orders even when his mind still wants too. How this came to pass he still has no idea. What Ted does know though is that he was a much happier person back before all this shit began to happen. Speaking of shit, he’s still not the fondest of it, although his master seems to think he should be. After a year though of eating nothing but dog food and shit, Ted’s kind of gotten used to it, at least as used to eating shit as anyone ever could get.

Sure he no longer has to worry about money, family or anything that free men stress over, but being a shit-eating, fuck-toy dog to his best friend is no picnic either.