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fredwkong · 9 months
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The Boxers
Sometimes, the perfect life just finds you, bruh.
I used to be a pretty normal guy. Wait, scratch that, I was a total fuckin’ nerd. I spent all my time playin’ video games and readin’ fantasy books and shit. I was getting a degree in computer science, so I spent all my time alone, coding shitty apps and nerding out on Reddit.
I had, like, no sex life, lmao. I was a weedy little Indian geek, bro, you know the type, right? I had negative game. Every weekend, I’d spend all night playing WoW or whatever, then go to bed and fantasise about how many bros I’d get once I was, like, CEO of a multibillion dollar startup.
I guess the universe looked at me one day and said, “Why wait, bro?”
I got back to my dorm one night and these, like, gross boxers were sitting right on my floor. I remember I thought they were totally lame, because they had the Sriracha logo all over them. “Who wears those but nasty frat boys?” I thought to myself. Huhuhu, little did the old me know.
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Anyway, these boxers were totally messing up the vibes of my dorm. I used to be such a neat freak, bro. A place for everything, and everything in its place. A smelly, used pair of boxers made my skin crawl. So, obvi, I went to pick them up with two of my slim little fingers and toss them in the trash. I figured it was some kind of gross prank on me.
Once I’d picked ‘em up, I could see exactly how dirty those boxers were. The legs were stiff with layers of musky sweat, the smell wafting off them strong enough to make my eyes water. There were a couple of grease stains on them, like some dude had eaten dinner in just his undies. The crotch was crusty, too. Someone, maybe multiple someones, had cum in these boxers.
I remember wondering why the thought got me hard.
Rather than taking the Sriracha boxers to the trash like I’d planned, I found myself giving them a second sniff, and then a third. Goddamn, they were fuckin’ gross, bro. I thought it was just my disgust making me smell them over and over again. Like I was trying to figure out exactly what had gotten on them.
Before long, I was palming my lil cock through my slacks, holding the boxers close to my face with my other hand. It was, like, a total head rush every time I took another sniff. Like I could feel my brain blanking out as I took more and more of the musky stench into me. Not that I knew that was what was actually happening, huhuhu.
When I stripped off my pants and undies to jerk off better, I suddenly had an awesome idea. I could, like, wear the Sriracha boxers and jerk off in them. My brain was already at least halfway transformed by then, lol. I was definitely no nerd at that point. The idea of wearing another guy’s musky boxers got me so fuckin’ turned on.
I pulled the boxers up my skinny brown legs. They hung on my hip bones, barely able to stay on. I laid down on my bed and felt my rock hard cock through the crusty fabric. It was like I could feel the cum and sweat of everyone who’d ever worn that underwear seeping into my skin as I massaged drops of precum out of my balls.
As I writhed on my sheets, lost in pleasure, my skinny Indian body started to change. It started with my feet, which cracked and stretched as they grew big and thick. They started to sweat, a funky foot musk joining the renewed stench of the Sriracha boxers, which were getting super wet with my precum. It was like the brown leached out of my skin with my musky foot sweat, too, as my big feet got all pale.
The change continued up my bare calves, which got super hairy as the muscles flexed and swelled. My legs lengthened as huge quads and hammies swelled up under my whitening skin. God, said my musk-addled mind, I love leg day. I started to flex and wiggle my bulky thighs, feeling the muscles stimulate my growing prostate.
I let out a high pitched little bitchboy moan as my ass inflated with juicy muscle and fat, but I knew that my voice wouldn’t sound like that for much longer. I’d totally embraced the transformation as my cock and balls filled out the pouch of the boxers. They were no longer, like, loose and shit. My fat ass and big bro cock were stretching the sweaty fabric to its limits, bro!
My chest followed, going from slim to bulky so fast that all the buttons on my nerd shirt hit the ceiling. Sweat instantly started to roll off my furry new pecs, and I ran my soft little hand up and down my thick, firm belly and flexed the solid abs I knew were underneath the fat. More than the boxers and the smell, my body was starting to turn me on, bruh. I was becoming, like, a total frat god.
The curly brown hair that grew in my armpits smelled sooooo good as sweat started to drip off it. I totally buried my little nerd face in my own pits and licked up my sweat as I watched my arms bulk up and get all pale and hairy. It was so hot flexing my bicep and watching it bulk up before my eyes, dude! I felt my hand grow as I tugged my big jock cock in the Sriracha boxers, thickening up and getting some hard-earned weightlifting calluses.
The last thing to change was my head. My moans got deeper, slower, and totally dumb-sounding as my neck thickened. A thick brown beard grew on my cheeks, framing my cheesy dumb smile perfectly. My nose cracked and grew into a big ol’ sniffer, even more sensitive than my old nose so I can really take in my bros’ musk.
My old black buzzcut grew out into a curly brown mane, totally greasy from all the sweat I soak it with when I work out, huhuhu. As my forehead got all pale and my eyes turned blue, I felt my cock go over the edge, and I came right into the Sriracha boxers. Pump after pump of musky frat bro cream, taking my old self with it to impregnate the boxers with even more fratty juice. As the room filled with the smell of my thick load, I totally passed out.
The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a big bed with musky, sweat-stained sheets, a bunch of stale, unwashed gym gear all over the floor. I was still wearing the Sriracha boxers, my cum caked into the stain along with all the other bros’, along with a cap that I turned backwards as I sat up. I pulled on a tank without too many sweat stains on it and went to explore.
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Turned out I lived at the Mu Upsilon Sigma frat house now. The whole place smelled like a sweaty armpit, and it was full of musky bros who were more than happy for me to get all up in their smelly pits and cracks.
I wore the Sriracha boxers for a couple days. Honestly, I dunno how long, I usually only change my boxers like once a month, huhuhu. I worked out, jerked off, got drunk, got fucked, and jerked off some more, all while wearing those boxers. Then I left ‘em in some nerd’s dorm as a prank, huhu.
It was so hot to watch the lil Japanese guy get as zonked out on the musky boxers like I had, bro. We hid in his closet and watched while he jerked off and turned into another musky white frat boy like us, then carried him to the MYS house once he passed out.
It’s been a couple weeks since then, and MYS membership has only grown, bruh! Each bro wears the Sriracha boxers for a few days, adds his personal touch to the, like, seasoning, and then we pass ‘em on to another nerd and induct him into frat life! Maybe some night soon, you’ll see these bad boys in your dorm, huhuhu. Life's perfect in the frat, bro!
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dragonroilz · 1 year
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iilovepathos · 8 days
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sitting-on-me-bum · 15 days
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Blue Jays Prayers First
Lake Upsilon - Turtle Mountains
By Susan Richter
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software-bugs-b-gon · 1 month
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does the name sigma come from the sigma male trope
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MAN, FUCK OFF LMAO
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bleedinghearth · 3 months
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@gin-n-chthonic
-cackles and drives away-
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Oh, trouble. He's chasing them now, murder ablaze in his heart.
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hms-no-fun · 6 months
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something in particular from the chapter stood out to me: there is a conscious decision to use the term "upsilon kids" diagetically, within the text, to refer to the group that had for a long time been referred externally as "the upsilon kids" within the fandom. any reason why you decided to make that leap?
well, the fandom called them the upsilon kids because i told them to. i always wanted these four to stand as parallels to the omega kids from hs2/hs:bc, and as echoes of the beta and alpha kids from homestuck proper. canonizing the name "The Upsilon Kids" is part of a larger strategy on my part that i'll expound upon a bit here.
you'll notice a few key bits of information being repeated in different contexts in this chapter. nods to three years ago, six years ago, ten years ago, etc. this is a deliberate choice to hammer home the timeline that we'll be working on going forward. this will (i hope) become increasingly useful as the story goes on, and we learn more about these characters and how they grew and changed over time. a big running theme of 3.2 is the notion of being in the middle of a story. the cast of godfeels, like us, have found themselves dropped into an ongoing narrative whose particulars don't really have anything to do with them. so much of the shift towards space opera has been about making the homestuck regulars feel less like the center of the universe. these are stories that have happened, and will happen, regardless of their attention or participation, which will nevertheless have an impact on their lives.
the burning core of 3.2 is the timeline of the upsilon kids. i very much like the idea of projecting a narrative forward to give the reader a vague sense of what's coming. lost on samsaria at 16, returned to the ewl at 23, betrayed at 26, dana & lenore reunited at 29. this means that the question isn't so much what happened as it is why it happened, which is always the more interesting question for me to write about anyway. so, back to your question-- it might've been good enough to just mention that Dana and her friends used to be "intergalactic celebrities," and indeed earlier drafts did leave it at that. but celebrity is a really vague, fluid concept, and i actually think that by itself is a less interesting fact as a result. adding the note that they were famous as a group for a specific event which defined their celebrity is just that much tastier. it's personal, you know? and it being personal in turn elevates and complicates the nature of Jade's betrayal.
i think, also, the diegetic proper noun The Upsilon Kids also stands as an interesting parallel given what we learned about Dana's history in B1C1. repeated themes in different contexts.
there's a lot of exposition in these early chapters of 3.2, because we're currently in the process of shaping a mold. i want you to see and understand this shape from a distance, to broadcast what is and is not a going mystery, so that you have an idea what to look for once we get to the point that we're actually starting to fill that mold with something. there's more i could say about this storytelling philosophy but i'll save that for another day, i think :)
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quiltofstars · 6 months
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The stinging tail of Scorpius: Lesath (υ Scorpii, left) and Shaula (λ Scorpii, right) // Alexandre Fernandez
The name Lesath likely comes from the Arabic al lațkha meaning "the foggy patch," referring to the nearby open cluster M7.
The name Shaula comes from the Arabic al-šawlā' meaning "the raised [tail]", marking the stinger or tail of Scorpius, the scorpion.
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melabea · 9 days
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Theta Flags
(pt: Theta Flags /end pt)
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(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 5 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are orange, light orange, white, dull pink, and dark purple. in the center of the first flag is a grey-brown lowercase theta letter outlined in white. /end ids)
(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 5 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are dark grey-green, grey-green, pale yellow, light brown, and brown. in the center of the first flag is a dark grey-brown lowercase upsilon letter outlined in pale yellow. /end ids)
(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 5 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are dark purple, purple, yellow, light red, and dull red. in the center of the first flag is a dark red lowercase xi letter outlined in yellow. /end ids)
(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 5 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are blue-purple, light blue-purple, white, light blue, and blue. in the center of the first flag is a dark blue lowercase zeta letter outlined in white. /end ids)
Personal Theta, Upsilon, Xi, & Zeta Flags
tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @omegarchive, @misceverchive
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richieshitlips · 8 months
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i am not seeing nearly enough love for this little fucker and i think that’s CRIMINAL!!!!! he is my princess and i cannot wait to see if he’s the piece of shit i assume he’s going to be❤️❤️❤️
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fredwkong · 5 months
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Any other boxers available? Maybe even briefs or a jockstrap?
Mu Upsilon Sigma has chapters in most major cities, each with a slightly different identity. They’re sure to find you before long if you keep asking questions like that.
You open your bedroom door and are immediately assaulted by the overpowering stench of male sweat and cum. Sitting in the middle of your bed are a pair of boxer briefs with a hot pepper pattern. On top is a sheet of printer paper with the text, “A gift from the MYS boys,” on it.
As if transfixed, you step to the foot of your bed and pick up the boxers. They’re crusty with old cum and stale sweat, and the scent pouring off in waves has you lightheaded. You scratch your head, which feels suddenly hot, and are surprised when your fingers catch on dreadlocks.
With sweat pouring down your forehead into your newly grown beard, you strip out of your clothes and step into the boxers, pulling them up legs that suddenly burst with brown muscle. The scent only intensifies as your cock falls into the pouch and surges to double its original size, leaking musky pre into the existing stains.
By the time the MYS brothers come to pick you up, you’re a musky Black hunk with a brain like swiss cheese. It’s all you can do to remember what holes on a man your big cock fits in. Maybe you should pass your boxer briefs to a prof next; it’s the only way you’re gonna pass this term!
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omegai · 14 days
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Upsilon
[pt: upsilon]
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anyone who identifies as an upsilon may use this flag. as this dynamic has many definitions across many verses, there is no one definition for it.
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iilovepathos · 5 months
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temporaltourguide · 8 months
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tfboyzblog · 1 year
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It's my first year in college and I really wanted to get in a frat house. But I got turned down from all of them. They say a frat is not the place for a skinny four eyed virgin. And I've been trying to prove them wrong. I'm working out everyday so I can look the part of a Frat boy!
I've even tried to get my 3 roommates to the gym too, but they're too busy in front of their computers all of the time We're all typical nerds, so my standing didn't change anything by living with them...
Please help me! I want us all to have the frat life experience!
Well, I can't say I don't understand your wish! It's probably what you've seen all your life on tv and movies. All the partying and drinking and fucking.
And then you get to college yourself and what do you get? Papers and exams... It's not fair I tell you!
Ok so I think I can make a few changes to help. I'll be going by the order in which you presented your issues.
First of all the easy stuff! You want to get into a frat. Done! Your house is now the newly instated Chi Upsilon Mu! You don't have a lot of members but that'll soon change I bet!
If that were all I'd be sad! You may be in a frat, but its in name only. No one's coming to a party thrown by four nerds.
You're probably feeling the next changes already. Your clothes feel tighter around your chest with the firm athletic pecs you now have, your sleeves also feel like they're hugging wider arms. Further south you feel your core tighten into an impressive six-pack and your ass inflating with muscle to provide you with a envyable bubble butt. Thighs and calves grow in size and definition. No one's calling you skinny anytime soon. You might still want to wear glasses for the style but your vision's also perfect now!
Oh I almost forgot you said they called you a virgin! Ahahah! That couldn't be further from the truth! You get it on! And everyone knows it. You always were a proud slut! Either dicking down dudes and chicks with that cock presently growing longer and thicker down your leg, or getting dicked down by your bros in need of a tight hole.
What? I'm sorry. You weren't really specific about which virginity you meant so I played it safe, and then some.
About your housemates. Sorry! Your frat brothers. Of course we need to beef them up! All of them are gym addicts! They were even the ones who got you in shape in the first place. No wonder they're bigger all over. Their bodies inflate with insane amounts of muscle. Skin gains a healthy tan from going out...You might be an athletic gym bro but all three of them are big muscle hunks. You were worried they were on their computer all the time. Well I bet they don't even know how to work with one now, being the dumb bros they are. You're for sure the brains of the house! All they think about is lifting, partying and fucking, just like you wanted it! Now this is a perfect start for the great fraternity that is Chi Upsilon Mu!
You might be wondering why two of them are eyeing you like that, but you see, with so much testosterone under the same roof, these frats always need a designated cumdump. And they're looking at it!
Hope you have fun living the frat life!
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