[TG] Impulse Control - Part 3

Tier Reward Story for Anon.

Glen goes to the beach and finds himself inexplicably drawn to the sexy gym bros working out by the coast. 

Other Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]

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Glen couldn’t even remember why he’d come out in the first place, now clad in his brand new, sexy as hell outfit he was enjoying simply walking, watching the heads turn. The sway of his hips was so satisfying, more than one he looked over his shoulder and found a man staring; the attention made him flush with pleasure. Those booty shorts were aptly named, he could hardly blame people for looking when something so beautiful was bouncing right in front of them. He’d been right back at the shop; there was nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation. So, what if he was enjoying having long pretty legs and a peach shaped ass? There was nothing to be ashamed of! Besides, he knew deep down he was still a man, not this bimbo persona. Still, Glen knew how to control himself, he would not get too carried away.

Eventually he made it to the pier down by the coast; it was buzzing with activity and Glen found himself enjoying the large crowds for once. Down past the pier was the muscle beach where he would go to work out and be admired by the ladies; maybe he could do the same in this body. Obvious bench pressing was out of the question with a rack this large but perhaps he could do some squats, really press these shorts to the limit. The mental image of his rotund ass fully pressed out in front of all these people made desire stir within him once more. He was still satisfied from that orgasm back in the changing room though, so he ignored it. Feeling a stab of smug satisfaction; take that Sasha, she thought he was a slave to his baser instincts but that control just proved her wrong.

The sound of a tinkling bell met his ears and Glen turned to see a little side car patterned with ice cream flavours and his stomach growled. He’d given up ice cream when he started building muscle, sweets were for girls, real men drank protein shakes and the like but…he was a girl right now so what was one little indulgence?

“Strawberry please.” Glen asked, excitement making him bounce on his heels, it had been forever since he’d had sweets!

“Would you like sprinkles?” The man asked as he scooped up the desert and Glen’s heart leapt, his mouth moving before he could think.

“Uh, yeah! Duh! Like, who doesn’t love sprinkles!”

He blushed a little at his ditzy response but any embarrassment fled as the cone was placed in his hand. He poked out his tongue, lapping up the ice cream and moaned in delight; it had been so long since he enjoyed something like this. He eagerly began to lap at it, giggling as the cold desert touched his nose. It was so yummy!

“Hey girl! I got something better than ice cream you can lick!”

The yell took him by surprise, making him jump and give an indignant little squeak as he whirled around to face the muscle beach. The sudden movement made him stumble and what remained of his ice cream wobbled before falling down onto his exposed cleavage.

“Oh!” He pouted angrily before looking up to face the voice's owner, “Look what you made me do!”

The person who yelled, a topless, muscle clad man just laughed.

“I can help lick it off if you want, hun.”

Glen felt his cheeks go red, carefully wiping the ice cream from his soft breasts and onto the ground. How embarrassing, making a fool of himself like that, but as more men wolf whistled and cat called watching his clean off his tits he flushed for a completely different reason. The attention felt strangely nice; a weird mix of humiliation and…arousal?

The man jumped the fence and jogged over to Glen with a cocky grin and he felt his temper flare. Who did this macho guy think he was? With his broad shoulders and sexy toned chest, just telling at women randomly in the street. Just because his jaw was chiselled and his eyes were dark and mysterious did he really think…think…what was he saying again? Glen was still trying to grapple with his own thoughts when the man in question was suddenly a foot away, offering Glen his towel.

“Sorry darling, I was just teasing.”

“You owe me a new ice cream.” Glen pouted, stamping his foot a little, “I was enjoying that.”

“You know what, you’re right, how about I take you to the ice cream parlour around the corner there? My treat.” The man offered, “I’m Brandon, by the way.”

Brandon’s eyes were a smokey grey that made Glen’s heart beat twice as fast, that warm feeling that was becoming so familiar building between his legs. Even in his slightly air headed, flustered state he recognised the innuendo. There was definitely not an ice cream parlour around the corner; in fact, Glen knew from personal experience there was a little side alley where very few people were known to walk. His mouth went dry; of course, he was going to say no, under all these boobs and curves he was still a man and that meant he didn’t find other guys attractive. Not even tall, handsome, super muscle-bound guys who look like they could pin him up against a wall so easily…

“I’m Brittney.” The name pulled from nowhere, lips moving of their own accord.

Almost in a trance Glen found himself taking Brandon’s arm, squeezing at the corded muscle there. He felt so solid and strong compared to Glen’s new soft, curvaceous body. As they walked he found himself growing more and more turned on, each step brushing his wet pussy lips together in a way that almost made him moan. He knew how sensitive that pussy was, how nice it felt to drag his fingers along the folds; how much better would it feel to have somebody else touch him there even…enter him.

By the time they rounded the corner Glen felt like a flustered horny mess; even though part of him wanted to, he did not fight when Brandon led him down the abandoned side street. His anticipation hit a crescendo as the man pressed him into a wall just like he’d imagined mere minutes ago. His face lowered so that their lips brushed.

“You missed a spot.” He whispered, lowering his tongue to lick a strip across the curve of Glen’s new tits.

All reservations fled his mind as Glen threw back his head and moaned. He thought it had felt nice to touch his own tits but a tongue, God it was so much better.

“This is better than ice cream, don’t you think?” Brandon asked, hand snaking under the hem of his shirt and up to rub at the underside of Glen’s breast. He could only nod, lost to the pleasurable sensations.

Brandon pressed his body against him and following his new instincts Glen curled around him, allowing the strong man to lift him up against the wall, crushing their bodies together so that he could feel every inch of muscle. Glen’s tits were squashed between them, nipples like hard diamonds poking into his new bra as the man’s hands slowly worked their way beneath the underwire to the soft skin.

Glen wrapped his legs around Brandon’s waist, groaning when he felt that hot bulge against his new shorts. He whimpered with loss as Brandon slowly put him down only for the sound to turn into a gasp of delight as the man began to pull down his swimsuit revealing his cock at last. It was bigger than Glen's and already ramrod straight. Glen found his mouth watering and a strange new want forming both in his mind and body. The ache between his legs was a need, there was an emptiness there that needed to be filled and somehow, he knew only that cock would satisfy it.

With hands trembling with anticipation he undid his new shorts, feeling his ass bounce as the waistband pulled them down. There was an obvious wet stain on his new panties and Glen blushed as Brandon noticed.

“Aw, did I get you a little hot and heavy already?” He teased, running a finger along the wet fabric.

“Oh that’s…do that again.” Glen begged, moaning when Brandon continued.

His touch was feather light and teasing, yet the pleasure it caused was unmatched. Glen’s hips began to buck against the fingers, desperate for more friction but his new man denied him. Tiny gasps and whimpers were escaping his mouth and he bit down on his lips to try and stay them only for Brandon’s to kiss at his neck and whisper.

“Don’t be quiet, darling, I can already tell you’re a screamer deep down.”

Fingers pushed aside his panties, warm digits slowly circling his bare clit and Glen couldn’t help it, he moaned. It just felt so nice, he knew he couldn’t cum again, who knows how much more bimbofication he could take but…he just needed more. He couldn’t stop now. He’d just let him touch him a little more, just a bit…

The finger disappeared as a hot length took its place, cock sliding between his wet folds and Glen felt any and all resolve he had to hold back melting away. He never knew just how delicious it felt to have a cock pressing against his clit, teasing his tight hole as it dripped with wetness. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t let a man fuck him, he’d stop him any second now.

But then a familiar tightening sensation formed in his core; growing with each slow stroke of that cock between his legs. Oh God, he was getting close, they hadn’t even started having proper sex and he was on the edge; he had to stop him now before…before…

A shudder went through him and a familiar stretching burn spread across his tits as they began to grow more with the orgasm. Glen was wailing, babbling in pleasure while Brandon teased it out before finally, placing his tip at the hole. Glen was still cumming, mind completely fogged, in that moment he could only think one word.

More.

He wrapped his legs around Brandon’s hips and pulled him inside his walls, still pulsing from the first orgasm. His tits having swelled another cup size now straining against his new bra and shirt; the added pressure adding to his pleasure. His inner walls were stretching, almost painfully, to accommodate Brandon’s length and it felt exquisite.  Glen found himself gasping, almost lightheaded at the sheer intensity. Pressed up against the wall he could only take what the man was giving him, unable to press back as he started to thrust. He had heard about G-spots, he’d always assumed they were a myth, having never been able to find one on any of the girls he’d taken to bed. But now that Brandon was pushing against the deepest part of him Glen realised just how wrong he had been. Not only was the G-spot real, it felt amazing, each time Brandon thrust and hit that deep part of him Glen saw stars. He fought it, holding the orgasm in as long as he could, he couldn’t cum again so quickly, he had to fight!

Brandon thrust against his G-spot one final time before his cock pulsed and there was a wet splash against Glen’s inner walls. Glen moaned in both disappointment and relief; a few more minutes and there was no way he would have been able to hold another orgasm at bay. That light headed feeling was still there, even as he was lowered back to his feet. He felt dizzy, his whole-body tingling as he stood there with pussy juice and seed running down his legs to drip onto his discarded clothes. Dread mixed with the residual ecstasy as Brandon thanked him for a good time, Glen barely registered him leaving, too concerned with the suspicion that if he came one more time, he might just lose himself entirely.