Luber

Anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a story idea. A jock has been partying with his friends all night, and he decides to get a taxi on this new app that just came out to go home. He orders the taxi, and it arrives, he gets in the vehicle and is greeted by a twink. As the twink is driving, the jock is starting to smell a strong scent, and is soon turning into a twink just like the driver, ready to become a new taxi driver and convert more people into twinks. (He can turn into whatever body type you want, I just choose twinks because you haven't made a story including one in a while)

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dumb-and-jocked answered:

“Yo Mike, you heading out already?”

“Bro!” Mike stumbled his way towards the door, barely able to walk straight with his massive tennis shoes. “It’s almost 4 am!”

“Oh…well do you got an Uber?”

“Nah dude,” Mike pushed past the last group of people, fumbling for the door handle with a meaty paw. “I got a deal from this new app, Luber.”

“LUBER?!” the other guy shouted, getting a rise out of the whole party. The door to the bar shut before Mike could even hear the laughter reach its peak. The 6’3 baseball jock (although all his dating apps claimed 6’4) cleaned himself up a little, adjusting the tight black tee over the shelf he called pecs and readjusting his 6 inch softie through his sweats. He was too drunk to get any action tonight, but at least he didn’t puke.

Noticing the car in front of him, he verified the ride on his app once more before hopping into the back. He almost hit his head on the ceiling, but somehow his perceptions of space and distance weren’t too horribly altered.

“Hey there, cutie,” the twink in the front greeted. Mike grumbled, not expecting some lithe little fairy to be his ride tonight. He wasn’t homophobic or anything, he was just creeped out by the boys who made themselves extra gay.

“Name’s Kyle,” the twink added. “Is this your first Luber?”

“I just got a free ride, bro.” Mike huffed to display his annoyance. “Can we go?”

“Sit back and relax.” Kyle started the car and pulled out. Mike accepted Kyle’s request and leaned back, manspreading in order to give his trunks some room. Closing his eyes, he let his other senses take over. The sound of passing cars, the taste of vodka from 30 minutes prior, and the smell of…

Mike sniffed at the air obnoxiously. What was that smell? Shifting in his seat, Mike tried his best to put a name to it. Was it something he knew, or did it just feel familiar? Mike took off his baseball cap, rubbing his scalp through his buzzcut. The strands on top and near the front grew out, fluffing into a modern fringe. Mike suddenly felt hot too, grabbing at the neck hole of his shirt and waving it back and forth dramatically. Every back-and-forth motion went a little farther than the last as Mike’s chest shrunk in.

“You ok back there, baby?” Kyle asked from the front.

“Yeah…” Mike had been pissed off before, but now he just decided to ignore the driver. He wasn’t going to ignore this scent however. Taking a deep breath, he stretched his arms behind his head. His biceps and triceps lost almost all of their definition, devolving from cushiony, muscular mounds to slim twigs. His legs followed suit, thinning into sticks crafted finely by a treadmill rather than a field. They shrunk as well, causing Mike to reposition himself again to adapt to his new height of 5’6 (although all his dating apps claimed 5’5).

“Almost there!” Kyle squeaked suddenly, yet Mike didn’t notice the sudden twitching from his 2 inch softie. He was still too caught up trying to figure out the smell. And he was somehow still uncomfortable in the seat. Mike repositioned himself once again, this time bringing his legs together in order to give his bubble butt as much room as possible. There was barely anything between his legs anyway! That thought brought a high-pitched, feminine giggle out of Mike.

Finally, Mike opened his eyes as he realized what the scent was. “Why does it smell like cherry lube, hon?”

“Something a little fruity,” Kyle remarked as he parked. “For the little fruities!”

The two both giggled as they got out of the car. They had arrived at a gas station filled with twinks and other vehicles. A lit sign beamed right over their heads, announcing to the world that this was “Luber Station #3”.

“One sec, let me fix you up.” Kyle sashayed his way over to Mike, carefully removing the much too-large tee. Mike’s skinny, flat chest was now proudly on display. Luckily, the sweats fit perfectly thanks to Mike’s perky behind. A coy smirk smeared itself across Mike’s boyish face.

“Now, pop that leg and hook your thumb into the waistline.”

Mike followed instructions as Kyle took out his phone and snapped a picture. After nodding in approval, Kyle stepped up and planted a juicy kiss on Mike’s lips. The same cherry lube scent now coated his lips.

“I’ll get this sent in and you’ll have your ID by tomorrow. And this is your new Luber-provided car, Mikey!”

“Thanks, bestie!” Mikey replied eagerly.